She had just been nestled in his arms, acting spoiled and admitting her mistakes, but in the blink of an eye, she was already thinking about getting revenge again.
But that was Lin Qingyan for you.
Jingzhe of the Heavenly Masters’ Residence: an eye for an eye, a grudge never left unsettled.
It was precisely because she liked him too much that she had held back for several days before finally exploding.
If it had been anyone else, they would have blown up eight hundred times by now.
Gu Chengyin knew that Lin Qingyan was at this very moment plotting how to deal with Gu Xiaoli.
After all, that cat had been way out of line tonight.
First the sudden attack, then the deliberate provocation, and on top of that, there were old grudges.
Given Lin Qingyan’s nature, there was no way she would swallow this.
But...
Gu Chengyin reached out and pinched Lin Qingyan’s cheek.
The texture was soft and smooth, like pinching a piece of fine tofu.
He said gently, “No.”
Lin Qingyan’s face froze, and she asked, somewhat aggrieved,
“Why?”
A hint of amusement flickered in Gu Chengyin’s eyes as he explained,
“If it weren’t for Xiaoli, you’d still be pretending to be the heart demon right now.”
When those words hit, Lin Qingyan was stunned.
She blinked once, then blinked again.
It seemed...
That was actually true.
If it hadn’t been for the huge shock Gu Xiaoli had given her—a shock so big that she could no longer bear it—
She would still be holding in all her anger, still playing that lifeless, indifferent role.
Still watching Shangguan Yunying flutter around Gu Chengyin.
Still watching Gu Xiaoli put food on Gu Chengyin’s plate and act cute.
Still unable to do a single thing about it.
And now?
She had been exposed, but she was also liberated.
No more pretending. No more holding back.
No more watching others flaunt their affection in front of her without being able to react.
More importantly—
She was back in Gu Chengyin’s arms again.
Able to cling to him again, to smell his scent, to feel the warmth of his palm.
Lin Qingyan’s brows drew tighter and tighter.
From that perspective, not only could she not get revenge on Gu Xiaoli—
She should actually say thank you?
That can’t be right, can it?
Lin Qingyan didn’t want to admit it at all.
But the logic, frustratingly, held up. Still, she felt something was off.
What was it?
Lin Qingyan frowned, struggling to think, trying to sort out the reasoning.
Gu Chengyin watched her like this, secretly amused in his heart.
Of course, he knew exactly what Lin Qingyan was struggling with.
She was just temporarily confused; once she sorted it out, she would still go after Gu Xiaoli.
But Gu Chengyin had no intention of letting her figure it out.
After all, this wasn’t the heart-demon Lin Qingyan—this was the original Lin Qingyan.
And now that she no longer had to pretend, she would surely stir up chaos.
So, he had to quickly divert her attention.
Make her unable to dwell on all that nonsense.
Without a moment’s hesitation,
He raised his hand and firmly grasped the back of Lin Qingyan’s neck.
Then, gently controlling her, he leaned in and kissed her directly.
Lin Qingyan was completely stupefied.
In that instant, her mind went utterly blank.
The warmth on her lips carried Gu Chengyin’s unique scent, like a spring breeze brushing across a lake, like the sun melting snow and ice.
Her eyes flew wide open as she stared at the face so close to hers.
In the moonlight, his features were as gentle as a painting, his long, thick eyelashes casting shadows over his eyelids.
Lin Qingyan’s heartbeat suddenly raced—thumping, thumping, as if a fawn was running wild inside her.
When had she ever experienced such a dominating kiss?
It should have been her kissing Gu Chengyin like this instead.
But here she was, like a delicate maiden, utterly powerless to resist.
All she could do was passively accept Gu Chengyin’s dominance.
Lin Qingyan didn’t even know where to put her hands. Her body was stiff as a board.
Her mind was a jumbled mess, unable to remember anything.
Only the sensation on her lips remained—clear and real.
After a long while,
They finally parted.
Under the moonlight, Lin Qingyan’s face was as red as a fully boiled shrimp, the flush spreading to her ears and down to her neck.
She buried her face in Gu Chengyin’s chest, not daring to look up at him.
Gone was the invincible immortal lady of the Golden Core realm.
At this moment, Lin Qingyan was nothing but docile and obedient.
Like a tamed kitten, curling up contentedly in its owner’s arms, every breath filled with satisfaction.
Gu Chengyin looked down at her like this, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.
He chose the right moment to speak, his voice gentle:
“Little Aunt, you’re the elder, after all.”
Lin Qingyan, still buried in his chest, let out a muffled, “Mm.”
“Don’t always hold grudges against the younger generation,”
Gu Chengyin continued. “You need to be more understanding. Otherwise...”
He paused with a hint of helplessness, “...I’ll end up with a headache.”
When Lin Qingyan heard this, her heart tightened.
Gu Chengyin would get a headache?
Because she fought with Gu Xiaoli, he’d get a headache?
That wouldn’t do!
Lin Qingyan quickly raised her head, looking at him earnestly:
“I’m sorry, Chengcheng. It was all my fault.”
Her eyes were full of sincerity, along with a touch of careful tenderness.
“I promise I won’t do it ever again.”
Gu Chengyin looked at her like this, feeling quite pleased.
The Lin Qingyan of now—how could she ever say no?
He gave a slight smile, reached out, and patted her head.
“Good girl.”
Lin Qingyan’s eyes half-closed, and she let out a satisfied, soft purr.
Gu Chengyin watched her, silently making a comparison in his mind.
The original Lin Qingyan, indeed, was not as easy to manage as the Lin Qingyan with a heart demon.
The heart-demon version of her was neither competitive nor combative, never noisy or troublesome, always aloof and indifferent to everything—very easy to handle.
But if she could genuinely become obedient and well-behaved, Gu Chengyin would still prefer the original Lin Qingyan.
After all, a fairy who could be kissed and held was certainly far better than a piece of stone.
So this version of Lin Qingyan was quite good too.
Gu Chengyin said softly, “Then let’s go back.”
Lin Qingyan nodded obediently, without the slightest hint of resistance.
It was as if she had been hypnotized again, complying with every word Gu Chengyin said.
Gu Chengyin took her hand, pushed open the door, and walked toward their original room.
Lin Qingyan followed behind him, her gaze fixed on his hand holding hers, her heart sweet as if she had eaten honey.
Finally, she didn’t have to pretend anymore.
At last, she could openly stay by Gu Chengyin’s side.
At last, she could hold his hand again.
Lin Qingyan’s lips curled up slightly, her eyes filled with a satisfied smile.
The two returned to their original room.
As they pushed open the door, the steaming aroma of lamb rushed toward them.
Shangguan Yunying and Gu Xiaoli were sitting by the table, eating slowly and leisurely.
Seeing the two return, Shangguan Yunying looked up and said with a smile:
“I had them bring out a few more fresh servings just now. Eat while it’s hot.”
Gu Chengyin nodded and said warmly, “Troubling Yunying.”
Shangguan Yunying gave a sweet smile.
But her gaze precisely settled on Lin Qingyan’s lips.
There, they were slightly swollen.
Shangguan Yunying’s eyes narrowed slightly.
That look flashed in an instant, so quick it was barely noticeable.
Then, as if she had seen nothing, she continued asking:
“So, you and Jingzhe?”
She didn’t finish the sentence, but her meaning was already very clear.
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