NFBE Chapter 223 [Empire] Are you Shan Qi’s new lover?
Chapter 223 [Empire] Are you Shan Qi’s new lover?
Mr. Li looked at me and seemed to have something to say, but in the end he just nodded slightly and turned away.
As I watched Mr. Li leave, a complex wave of emotions welled up in my heart. Although his concern was somewhat unnecessary, it also made me more vigilant.
I am very clear about my position and role, and I understand the boundaries of this child support agreement. I will not ask for things that do not belong to me, and I will not risk breaking this fragile balance.
In fact, all of this was originally just a misunderstanding, like a farce.
With the identification card Mr. Li had given me, after some trouble, I finally found the villa where I would be living for the next month and a half. It stood there quietly, understated yet luxurious. It was a vacant property owned by Shan Qi, clearly meticulously maintained and managed, though not in his name.
The villa has a simple and elegant appearance with smooth lines, and is surrounded by green trees and blooming flowers.
But, isn't this an empty villa? Why are the lights on and the food on the table? At this moment, a strange man walked out of the kitchen, and we just stared at each other.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense and awkward.
The man was well-proportioned and handsome, with a look of surprise and confusion in his eyes. He was wearing simple home clothes and holding a rag in his hand, obviously busy preparing the meal.
I opened my mouth, but didn't know what to say.
The man was the first to break the silence. He frowned slightly and asked, "Who are you? Why are you here?"
However, before I could say anything, his doubt instantly turned into anger, his eyes became sharp, and his face darkened.
The man stared at me intently, gritted his teeth and said, "Who are you? Why are you here? No one else should be here! Who are you?"
Before I could reply, he flew into a rage. His face flushed crimson, his eyes filled with anger and disgust. He stared at me intently, as if he could see right through me.
"Are you Shan Qi's new lover?" His voice trembled with anger, and his tone was full of questioning and contempt.
I was stunned by his words. I had never expected him to make such a guess. I quickly waved my hands in denial, "No, no, you misunderstood. Shan Qi and I are not in that kind of relationship."
However, he didn't seem to believe me and was about to start scolding me. His lips trembled slightly.
"Please calm down and listen to my explanation." I tried to keep my voice calm.
When I told him that Shan Qi was my foster parent, he froze in place as if struck by lightning. His eyes were filled with shock and disbelief, his face frozen.
I seemed to hear the sound of something breaking and collapsing.
His body trembled slightly and his lips moved, but no sound came out.
He stood there quietly, motionless, like a frozen sculpture, as if time had stopped flowing for him. Yet, I sensed a deep sorrow in his silence.
The sorrow surged out from his body like an invisible wave, filling the entire space.
I watched his reaction, feeling somewhat helpless. I had no idea he would react so strongly, and I didn't know how to comfort him. After all, I knew nothing about him, and I didn't understand why he had such feelings for Shan Qi.
I stood there awkwardly, at a loss for what to do. The scene just now had left me in a state of extreme embarrassment, and his reaction made me feel even more at a loss as to what to do.
But he slammed the door in anger and went back to his room. The loud noise seemed to declare his anger and dissatisfaction. I was startled by this sudden action, and the embarrassment in my heart became more and more intense.
At the end, he yelled at me and told me to try if I dared to touch his food.
I looked at the sumptuous meal on the table and felt helpless.
That night, I contacted Mr. Li again, feeling uneasy, and confirmed that this was indeed Shan Qi's vacant property. After receiving a positive reply, my mood became even more complicated.
I know I have the right to live here, but the presence of that man bothers me greatly.
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling melancholy.
I went to the living room to get a bottle of drink, and when I passed by his room, I unexpectedly heard suppressed crying.
I paused involuntarily, a wave of mixed emotions welling up inside me. The man who had been so angry during the day was now crying in his room. The food on the table remained untouched, still sitting there.
I couldn't help but sigh.
The next morning, when I walked out of the room, I saw the food still lying there untouched. The man's room was closed tightly, and there was no movement.
These meals, which should have been delicious, have become an embarrassment.
Is it my fault? Of course not. Shan Qi's bizarre romantic affairs.
When I returned home after a day out, I saw the same scene, which made me feel helpless and confused. A table full of freshly cooked meals was emitting hot steam, as if waiting for someone to taste it, but the atmosphere around was full of tension and depression.
Yet I knew it wasn't for me.
The man's rage didn't seem to diminish with the passage of time; instead, it intensified the moment he saw me. His eyes burned with rage, as if I were his sworn enemy.
I tried to explain my identity and purpose again, hoping to ease his emotions: "I really have only been arranged to live here for a month and a half. I only have a foster relationship with Shan Qi, and I have no other special intentions."
But the man seemed unwilling to listen to my explanation, his fury showing no sign of abating. "No matter what you say, you are not welcome here!" he roared. His eyes still burned with anger. I couldn't understand why he was so persistent in this hostile attitude, when we could clearly be trying to coexist peacefully.
And he still didn't look like he was going to eat the food.
I went back to my room.
Later, I began to pay attention to his behavior. I found that he never touched the food, but he would cook a large table every day.
Then, in the morning, after getting up, he would throw everything away. The sound of throwing away the food was quiet, but it was particularly harsh in the quiet morning. This all seemed to have become his daily ritual...
Of course I understand that all of this points to one name - Shan Qi.
However, I am not familiar with either side. But I also hope that the fight between the gods will not implicate a small person like me who is forced to watch the show.
It’s better not to eat this melon. I can’t afford it!