Chapter 190: Don’t Tell Me What to Do
Qingying was fast asleep.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes, her body moving swiftly and silently in the darkness. She slipped out of bed, put on her clothes, and melted into the shadows behind the door, her presence completely concealed.
Only the faint glint of her dagger betrayed her position.
A moment later, the door opened.
In a flash, her dagger flashed, a blur of deadly intent.
But it stopped inches from its target.
She recognized the masked figure.
Chen Yin was slumped unconscious on his back.
The masked figure didn’t seem surprised by her presence or the attack.
He simply said calmly, “Put the dagger down. I’m just returning your friend.”
Qingying didn’t lower her weapon, her eyes narrowed suspiciously.
The masked figure placed Chen Yin on the bed. “Your friend is drunk. Consider this a courtesy.”
“You didn’t do anything to him, did you?” Qingying asked warily.
“Heh,” the masked figure scoffed. “Even if I did, it’s a little late now, isn’t it?”
“If anything happens to him, you won’t leave this place alive.” Qingying’s voice was cold and hard.
The masked figure chuckled, amused by her threat.
“You?”
“Don’t underestimate me just because you have a System.”
Qingying’s eyes narrowed. “I have one too. You can try me. One of us won’t be leaving this place alive.”
The masked figure looked at her.
Qingying’s gaze was steady and unwavering.
The tension in the room thickened.
But the masked figure just chuckled and turned to leave.
“…Drunk people are prone to nausea and vomiting. Apply a warm towel to his forehead. It will help with the headache.”
“Don’t give him any random sobering tea. If he’s thirsty, honey flower tea is the best option. Give him the sobering tea tomorrow morning.”
“He’ll be unconsciously circulating his energy to ward off the cold, so make sure he’s covered properly. He might catch a cold…”
The masked figure continued his instructions, leaving Qingying increasingly confused.
“Are you… telling me how to take care of him?” she asked hesitantly.
“What else would I be doing?” The masked figure glanced at her sideways. “Did you take good care of him last time after he drank with me?”
“I-I made him sobering tea—”
“I just told you not to give drunk people sobering tea immediately.”
Qingying was speechless. She rarely drank and didn’t know these things. She had just made him the tea out of habit.
The masked figure, as if anticipating her reaction, snorted and turned to look at Chen Yin, his voice laced with sarcasm:
“Your own man is drunk, and you, as his woman, don’t even know how to take care of him. Is your mind filled with nothing but how to act cute and please him?”
“Pathetic.” His voice was cold and indifferent.
Qingying’s face burned with shame. “It’s none of your business!”
“It’s not,”
The masked figure turned to leave. “I’m just disappointed that my drinking buddy has such an incompetent partner.”
With that, he left the room.
Qingying was so enraged that she almost chased after him, but the System stopped her.
“Be careful. His System gives me a bad feeling. You’re no match for him.”
Qingying gritted her teeth and glared at the empty doorway.
After he was gone, she went to Chen Yin’s bedside.
The smell of alcohol was so strong that she almost gagged.
Looking at his unconscious form, she gently brushed a strand of hair from his face, her gaze lingering on his features.
She suddenly murmured to herself,
“…System, did I really not take good care of him last time?”
“I thought Luo Luo took care of him. What does it have to do with you?”
“B-but I thought making him sobering tea was a thoughtful gesture.”
Qingying’s voice was filled with a mixture of regret and frustration. “I was just trying to be nice to him for once… I didn’t know you weren’t supposed to give it to him immediately…”
“He didn’t die, did he? It’s the thought that counts, right?”
“You don’t understand! It’s humiliating! I tried to be nice, and I just made things worse…”
The System was speechless. “Alright, alright, you humans are always right. I don’t understand anything. But you’re right, I don’t understand why you obsess over such trivial details.”
Qingying stared at Chen Yin’s face, then pinched his cheek lightly.
“You bastard. Going out drinking and making me take care of you.”
“After what you did to me…”
But then, her expression softened, and she gently stroked his hair.
“Why did you drink so much? Don’t you care about your health?”
“Seriously. Serves you right for getting a headache.”
Despite her complaints, she went and fetched some hot water.
Although annoyed, she instinctively felt that the masked man had been right. His instructions were probably the best way to care for a drunk person.
So, despite her resentment, she followed his instructions.
She prepared a warm towel and gently placed it on his forehead, then tucked him in.
After a moment of hesitation, she slipped into bed beside him.
…That way, if he wakes up in the middle of the night, I can take care of him immediately. She told herself.
The strong smell of alcohol filled the bed, but she snuggled closer to him.
It was surprisingly comfortable.
She wondered if he could even feel her presence in his drunken stupor.
Chen Yin woke up the next afternoon.
He had to admit, that was the most he had ever drunk since his rebirth.
Eighteen jars of potent spirit wine, without a break. Even immortals would struggle with that.
Fortunately, his blue spiritual energy and the regenerative abilities of the “Forgotten Everlasting Heart Sutra” had prevented any lingering discomfort.
He opened his eyes and saw a cup of honey flower tea and a cup of sobering tea on the table.
Qingying sat beside him, watching him.
“You’re awake?”
He thought he heard a hint of resentment in her voice.
“Uh…”
Chen Yin scratched his head. “How did I get back?”
“Someone carried you.” Qingying rolled her eyes. “You’re lucky that Shen Li guy didn’t have any malicious intentions. Otherwise, you would be dead.”
“He brought me back?” Chen Yin asked, a thoughtful expression on his face.
“Not only that, but he also gave me a lecture on how to take care of a drunk person…”
Qingying’s voice was filled with annoyance. “It was so infuriating! What does it have to do with him?!”
Chen Yin didn’t answer, his gaze fixed on the window, lost in thought.
“…Does your head still hurt?”
Qingying looked at him cautiously. “Do you want some tea? It’ll make you feel better.”
Chen Yin looked at the tea and the warm towel on his forehead, evidence of her care, and couldn’t help but chuckle.
“I’m fine. Thank you for taking care of me.”
“What?” Qingying pouted. “You think I don’t know how to take care of people?”
“I’m just not used to you being so gentle.”
Qingying, annoyed, bit his shoulder hard.
Chen Yin didn’t resist, just chuckled and ruffled her hair gently.
After biting him for a while, Qingying finally let go and looked at him, her eyes still slightly red and swollen.
“Don’t drink so much next time.”
“Okay.”
“You better mean it.”
“I might lie,” Chen Yin thought for a moment, then added, “but I would never lie to my woman.”
Qingying blushed and turned away. “Who’s your woman?”
“The one who was crying and begging for mercy under me last night.”
“Don’t say that!” Qingying threw a pillow at him.
Chen Yin caught it and pulled her into his arms.
Qingying hadn’t left the room all day. She was wearing a thin, silk nightgown, its sheer fabric and intricate patterns revealing more than they concealed.
Her beautiful figure, soft and warm against his, felt like a flickering flame.
He inhaled her scent and closed his eyes contentedly.
Qingying, sensing his arousal, blushed and whispered, “You’re thinking about that after drinking so much?”
“You should blame yourself for being so beautiful.”
“Y-you think I’ll fall for such cheesy lines?!”
Although she squirmed slightly, she didn’t try to escape.
She was afraid she would be the one begging for mercy again.
But Chen Yin just kissed her forehead softly.
“Thank you.”
“You’ve changed your mind?” Qingying couldn’t help but ask.
“I made a promise. I’ll be abstaining for a few days.”
“…Or maybe you’re just too exhausted and making excuses?”
Chen Yin turned to her, his eyes narrowed playfully. “Are you asking for another round?”
Qingying quickly retreated to the corner of the bed, pulling the blankets around her protectively.
Chen Yin was used to her defiant nature.
He checked the time. Lian’er would be here soon. He got up and started getting dressed.
“On a more serious note, go get Ye Huang. If what he said last night is true, we have a lot to discuss.” Chen Yin’s gaze drifted towards the window, a thoughtful expression on his face.