Chapter 905: Chapter 885: You’re Not Allowed to Go to Such Places Anymore
Is this a dream?
It must be.
Before waking up, this man was either yelling at her or avoiding her as if she were a plague.
But...
If this really is a dream, then let her wake up a little later.
She greedily breathed in his refreshing scent, letting him wipe the milk stain from the corner of her lips.
Until Nie Yixiao withdrew his hand. "Sit down."
She snapped out of it and sat back on the bed.
Nie Yixiao placed a small tube of ointment on the edge of the bed. "Apply it yourself."
Qiao Yongyong glanced at the ointment and immediately understood what it was for.
Applying it there would help ease the pain.
She looked up at the man before her. "It’s not necessary..."
Nie Yixiao’s thin lips curved slightly. "You were crying from the pain last night, and now you can’t even walk properly. Are you sure you don’t need it?"
She caught the implication in his words. He had figured out it was her first time. Unconsciously, she muttered, "Who was crying from pain?"
His eyes darkened. With a few strides, he closed the distance between them and stared at her coldly.
The gap between them was no more than five centimeters.
"Why didn’t you tell me clearly?" His voice broke through the silence in the room.
She froze for a moment, understanding his meaning. He was asking why she hadn’t told him she was a virgin beforehand.
She forced herself to appear nonchalant. "Even if I’d told you, would you have believed me? In your eyes, I’ve always been a promiscuous woman."
It was true that many men had pursued her, and she had dated before, but her personal life was nothing like the sordid rumors spread about her.
Her brother had always cherished her like a treasure and kept a tight watch on any men around her.
So, despite her many admirers, she had never crossed the final line.
But others didn’t see it that way. To them, a mafia princess constantly surrounded by men couldn’t possibly still be chaste. They thought she’d probably messed around with countless men by now.
Rumors grow wilder the more they spread, like the saying "three people make a tiger."
There were even absurd claims that during her "wildest days," she juggled three men and shared a bed with all of them nightly...
Over the years, she had grown tired of explaining. What was there to explain?
She always believed that those who truly understood her didn’t need an explanation.
And those who didn’t understand her weren’t worth the effort.
She hadn’t expected Nie Yixiao to also misunderstand her for so long.
Until last night...
Nie Yixiao stayed silent.
Indeed, even if she’d told him before that she was a virgin, he would’ve seen it as her trying to cover up, as if there were "no silver buried here."
What he hadn’t anticipated was that beneath her bold, flamboyant exterior lay an untouched, pure innocence.
After a long pause, he glanced at the ointment. "Still not applying it? Do you want me to do it for you?"
Only then did Qiao Yongyong pick up the ointment.
He squinted slightly, turned around, and left the room on his own.
A few minutes later, once he figured she was almost done, Nie Yixiao reentered the room. "Go to the living room to eat. Aunt Yue has heated up the food."
Qiao Yongyong stood but didn’t move. "No need. I’ll just head back to Disheng."
Before deciding to give herself to him last night, she had resolved that after that night, she wouldn’t cling to him anymore.
She didn’t want him to find her annoying ever again.
Nie Yixiao’s gaze deepened, and in an instant, he walked over. "I said, eat."
Before she could respond, her hand was already grasped by him, and she was pulled out of the bedroom.
Although the ointment had provided some cooling relief, she still walked with a slight limp.
Noticing her awkward gait, he turned to look at her, his gaze unreadable and meaningful.
Her face flushed hot.
...
The dishes on the dining table were already laid out, steaming hot.
He sat across from her, watching her as she ate slowly. Occasionally, he would ask Aunt Yue to ladle soup or add food to her plate. Only after she ate until she leaned back in her chair with a full stomach did he finally speak. "Stay here for two days and head back to Disheng once your body has fully recovered."
Her heart stirred. He was actually letting her stay in his apartment. She looked down at the faint bruises on her arm from being pinned to the ground by those thugs last night when she’d struggled and accidentally hit the wall.
After a while, she hesitated before saying, "If you’re only doing this because we... uh, you feel guilty, then there’s no need."
His tone grew impatient. "I told you to stay. Stop overthinking."
She pursed her lips. "Aren’t you leaving the country soon? Won’t my staying here affect your departure?"
"I had my subordinates change my flight. I’ll go later," he replied calmly.
He wasn’t leaving the country anymore? She took a deep breath, waves of joy rippling through her heart. She didn’t say anything else.
Once she’d finished eating, Nie Yixiao asked Aunt Yue to escort her back to her room to rest.
Qiao Yongyong wanted to say a few more words to him, but she was afraid he would grow annoyed, so she obediently followed Aunt Yue out of the dining room.
As Nie Yixiao watched her retreating figure, he seemed momentarily lost in thought.
He didn’t know why he let her stay.
Perhaps it was because she was injured, and he didn’t want her to return to Disheng and make Jiayi worry?
Or maybe, having taken her first time, he felt a bit embarrassed?
He wasn’t sure how long he had been contemplating this when his phone suddenly rang.
He glanced at the caller ID on the screen, then got up and walked onto the balcony. "Hello."
"Boss, we’ve captured those hooligans who nearly harmed Miss Qiao last night. They’re local thugs near the bar. How does the boss want them handled?"
He pondered for two seconds, without much hesitation. "Break their hands and feet. Leave them at the police station’s front door."
"Understood."
Two seconds later, his eyes darkened, and he added, "Make it a thorough beating."
...
After finishing the call, Nie Yixiao turned around, only to see Qiao Yongyong standing by the balcony door, her bright, round eyes watching him intently.
He frowned. "Didn’t Aunt Yue take you to sleep?"
Qiao Yongyong couldn’t sleep. She had changed into pajamas and snuck back out to see what he was doing. Hesitantly, she asked, "You caught those people?"
He didn’t answer her question. Instead, he took a few steps closer to her. "Never go to places like that again."
Each word reverberated in the night air on the balcony, firm and commanding.
His tall figure approached her, casting a shadow over her.
Her breathing caught. "I won’t go again if you don’t like it."
She didn’t like being controlled by others, but this man was an exception.
She inexplicably enjoyed the happiness of being managed and controlled by him.
He noticed that she was wearing a loose plaid men’s pajama shirt.
The apartment had no women’s clothing, and there hadn’t been time to prepare anything, so she had to wear his pajamas for now. Even her underwear was a set of disposable ones that Aunt Yue had rushed to buy earlier in the evening.
The oversized men’s pajamas hung awkwardly on her petite frame, looking both childish and humorous, like a little girl wearing an adult’s clothes.
But because it was so loose, the neckline sagged open. With the height difference between them, he could see the faint hint of her curves beneath.
After her bath, she hadn’t worn any undergarments underneath since her laundry was still drying, leaving just the pajama shirt on her body.
