CHAPTER 982: CHAPTER 962: FENG XI’S UNCONVENTIONAL INTERESTS

"It’s nothing, really." Luo Yanhai looked at his younger siblings and instinctively shrank his neck.

Luo Yanran glanced at Luo Yanhao: "Brother, you know? And you haven’t told me?"

Luo Yanhao coughed twice: "Who doesn’t know you can’t keep a secret? Who dares to tell you? If they tell you, won’t the whole family find out?"

"That’s not the main point." Qhianqhian squinted at her elder brother: "Where did you get injured?"

"Lung." Luo Yanwu sighed, glanced at his eldest brother who dared not speak, and finally spoke up: "Gunshot wound, we didn’t tell you back then to keep you from worrying."

"It’s mainly nothing serious, right?" Luo Yanhai interjected, but seeing Qhianqhian’s cold gaze, he obediently shut his mouth.

"And you all?" Qhianqhian sighed, closed her eyes, sat down, leaned against the sofa back, unwilling to meet her brothers’ eyes.

Isn’t she doing the same thing now? Keeping secrets from the family, what right does she have to criticize Luo Yanhai for not telling the family?

"Third kind."

"Third kind."

They roughly understood what Qhianqhian was doing now, but they weren’t in the mindset to care. Their main priority was protecting the Luo Family within their current domain.

"You guys take leave yourselves, and once you’re on leave, come find me." Qhianqhian looked at the worried Luo Yanran, snorted: "Don’t tell the family."

"No, I meant to say, actually Second Uncle..."

Seeing the looks in her four brothers’ eyes, Qhianqhian smirked bitterly: "If Second Uncle knew, then Second Aunt would know, and Master and Second Aunt would also know, Fourth Uncle would know, and Grandpa would know. What could I do then?"

With Old Master Luo’s protective nature...

A shiver ran through them, they snapped back to reality. If Old Master found out, it wouldn’t be their fate to face consequences, it would be Qhianqhian’s — not punishment, but surely it would be... being watched closely wherever she goes...

Back in childhood, a single tear from Qhianqhian made Yanran pay several times the price, now... it’s not tears anymore, it’s blood.

And now, the four brothers are all accomplices...

Considering the possible consequences, they fell into silence.

After that, the five sat stiffly on the sofa for a long time, not reacting much, while Qhianqhian remained calm, leisurely eating. Tang Tianyi beside her smirked helplessly, handed over washed fruits, and spoke: "Actually, it can be said in the future, but now, it clearly can’t be said."

"Definitely not now." Qin Nuan quickly nodded, her face full of agreement. If it got out now, it would undoubtedly cause a volcanic eruption in the Luo Family.

Even though she’s well liked by the Luo grandparents and future in-laws, she can’t surpass Qhianqhian; failing to report what’s known would certainly...

She sighed softly, looking out the uncurtained window, where countless distant starlights twinkled.

Breezes blew into the room, leaving everyone silent.

Moments later, Luo Yanhai exchanged eye contact with his three brothers, then slowly spoke: "We got it, we won’t ruin your plans." Inside, he couldn’t quite accept what Tang Tianyi had said earlier, but upon reflection, it wasn’t the right time to tell the family.

It’s best if Qhianqhian herself speaks up after there’s no longer any danger.

"Thanks, brothers. When you finish, I’ll head home after taking an exam here." Qhianqhian playfully stuck out her tongue, showing a steadfast expression.

All four brothers sighed in unison, making no comment.

The next morning, Luo Yanhai returned with his two brothers, not forgetting to buy breakfast for Qhianqhian and the others before leaving.

Even though curious about the woman in the room, they dared not ask.

Since Qhianqhian was mum, they pretended not to know.

Watching them leave, Qhianqhian sighed, turning to Qin Nuan: "Do you have classes?"

Qin Nuan decisively shook her head.

Meanwhile, at school, Cong Rong furrowed his brows, calling, wondering where Qin Nuan had gone as class was about to start and she wasn’t answering...

At this, Qin Nuan remembered Cong Rong still at school, quickly pulled out her phone, and sure enough, saw the flashing name, feeling a bit awkward.

Qhianqhian raised a brow calmly: "It’s too late to go now, just find an excuse."

Inside, ridiculing quietly: Take your time... for days, she’s not running away.

If Qin Nuan knew, she’d likely feel even more wronged — she’d genuinely worried about Qhianqhian’s safety, not knowing she was being disregarded.

"Uh... overslept, help me answer if there’s roll call, okay?"

After explaining to Cong Rong, Qin Nuan felt relieved that now wasn’t later, when all sorts of check-in methods couldn’t be substituted.

Thinking about this, Qin Nuan smiled with relief; there were indeed many benefits to now compared to later.

Qhianqhian quietly glanced at Luo Yanran afterward, opened the room door, having not entered all night, curious about what Feng Xi had been doing...

Upon opening the door, her jaw almost dropped.

The bed, bookshelf, curtains, wardrobe, even clothing inside, all vanished... The room, now empty save for the desk and chair, lacked even a lamp or nightstand...

Feng Xi, leisurely sitting on the chair, held a comic book Qin Nuan read when bored, propping her chin with one hand, reading with a smile filled with interest while her shoulders shook uncontrollably, emitting ’hehehe’ giggles like a little mouse sneaking food.

So fun... too much fun...

Her proud Divine Realm identity crumbling under comic books.

If she’d known how delightful here was, with these things, why stay there for ten thousand years? Just because this shelf of comics inexplicably spurred her unspeakable interest, becoming irresistible.

"Want to eat?" Seeing Feng Xi like this, Qhianqhian’s lips twitched slightly.

Telling herself over and over, she’s a guest, a guest, even if vowed, capable of clapping her dead as a guest.

"Food? Sure. After I finish reading." Feng Xi nodded, not turning, naturally ignoring Qhianqhian’s twitching mouth.

"Once you finish, remember to put back the room’s stuff. If you indiscriminately stash things, you won’t eat or read comics later." Qhianqhian finished, shut the door, and left the room.

With a glimpse, she identified what Feng Xi was holding.

Sidelong glancing at Qin Nuan: "Why hoard so many comics?"

"It’ll be popular later, right? I’m looking ahead, studying trends." Qin Nuan said seriously.

No boasting, she had collectibles unavailable outside.

But now, it didn’t matter if they were read, they wouldn’t spoil.

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