The Villainous Classmate is My Lucky Star Chapter 112
Translated by Pure
Chapter 112 Hide Your Secrets Well (1)
Wen Yantong's mind froze, she took half a step back, her right foot almost touching the threshold at the door.
"Your foot." Chi Jingxi said.
Wen Yantong immediately retracted her feet and took two steps forward. Then the servants in the room that were lined up with their heads bowed exited the room from both sides of Wen Yantong very sloppily. The last servant to leave also didn’t forget to close the door on their way out.
As soon as the door was closed, the room became darker. However, because Wen Yantong did not visit this main hall e often, there were no curtains installed on the windows. With the bright sunlight outside shining into the windows, it was enough to illuminate the room quite brightly.
Wen Yantong stood by the door, her mind spinning rapidly.
The room fell silent for a while. The white smoke from the incense burner curled up, spreading warmth and fragrance in the room. The main hall was quite warm, but Wen Yantong was almost sweating. Apparently, Chi Jingxi had been here for a while, but for some reason, no one came to inform her.
Chi Jingxi moved slowly, savoring the fragrance of tea slowly. His lowered eyes showed some laziness, but because he didn't speak, Wen Yantong felt she was standing on pins and needles.
The two were deadlocked for a while. Wen Yantong was frantically thinking about how she should explain. Chi Jingxi seemed to be impatient as he placed his teacup on the table. The crisp sound interrupted Wen Yantong's thoughts.
She braced herself and grinned, "Oh, Little Marquis! When did you come? Why don't you tell me, I would have gathered everyone in this residence to greet you at the door!"
She pretended to walk briskly, but slowly stopped a foot away from Chi Jingxi.
Chi Jingxi finally looked up at her. It may be because of his injury, but Chi Jingxi looked thinner. However his face remained equally delicate, especially that pair of smiling eyes.
Wen Yantong has always felt that these kinds of eyes were painted by a romantic painter. The kind of paintings that were full of tenderness– even though Chi Jingxi had nothing to do with tenderness at all.
She asked with a cheeky smile, "Is Little Marquis' injury better? I haven't seen you for a long time, and I have been thinking about it. I was thinking about visiting Little Marquis’ Mansion."
"You wouldn’t be let in." Chi Jingxi finally answered her words.
Wen Yantong secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the first sentence he opened his mouth was not "Prepare your family’s burial place", "Don’t dare thinking of escaping Chaoge", "This is your last day" and other related words, she would be fine. There was still hope.
She smiled, "Even if I can’t get in through the front door, I can sneak over the wall or dig a hole."
Chi Jingxi probably had something to say and seemed to have something to settle with Wen Yantong, but after hearing this, he put all else aside and asked in disbelief, "Do you want to sneak into a Marquis’ Mansion?"
Wen Yantong showed a row of small white teeth in a smile, "How can you say it's sneaking in? It's not considered sneaking in between classmates. I just want to visit the Little Marquis."
"The last person who wanted to dig a hole into the Marquis' Mansion is still buried in a mass grave on the Southeast Road outside the city. Do you want to go there too?" Chi Jingxi asked back.
Wen Yantong's hair stood up and she shook her head like a rattle, "I don't dare!"
When Chi Jingxi saw this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. But then, as if thinking of something, the corners of his mouth immediately flattened. He scolded her in a deep voice, "Stop talking nonsense. Don’t try to divert my attention."
Wen Yantong inwardly retorted: How can you blame me when you are the one who has trouble concentrating?
But at this time, she didn't dare to talk back. She shrank her neck in and pretended as if she was heavily lectured and replied in a miserable tone, "Oh..."
"Little Marquis...so why are you looking for me?"
Chi Jingxi leaned back, his posture was very casual. "From the first to the thirteenth after the new year, Mu Yang visited your residence seven times. You refused him every time because you were sick. I’m here to check if you are dead."
Wen Yantong immediately coughed twice. "It's nothing serious. Sorry to have Little Marquis and Young Master Mu worry, but it's just a small cold."
"A small cold had you lying in bed for thirteen days? Are your bones now laid flat?" he asked.
"Two days ago, I accidentally fell while walking. Because my legs hurt, I didn't dare to go out for a stroll." Wen Yantong said again.
"I didn't see anything wrong with your leg when you came here."
"Isn't it better now after lying down for two days?"
Chi Jingxi didn't retort, his gaze fixed on Wen Yantong's face. Wen Yantong hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to look back at him.
As if his eyes were dyed in black ink, they were so dark and without any trace of impurities. His gaze put a lot of pressure on others, making Wen Yantong a little scared for no reason.
But Chi Jingxi didn't nitpick and said, "The day after tomorrow is the 15th lunar day. The Shangyuan Festival will be held on Banxia Street, are you available then[1]?"
Wen Yantong nodded immediately. "Can! Can! Of course I can go."
"Mu Yang will specially come to pick you up at that time." Chi Jingxi got up, reached for the cloak next to him, and seemed to be leaving.
Wen Yantong was stunned for a moment before she quickly recovered and leaned forward to show her courtesy. She helped him put on the cloak. "Let me help you, Little Marquis."
She thought she would be questioned about the jade token she picked up, or the "Chi Danli" he had personally asked before. Wen Yantong was continuously thinking of different explanations, but unexpectedly Chi Jingxi didn’t ask about either. He was just here to call her to attend the Shangyuan Festival.
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Footnote:
[1] Shangyuan Festival - The Lantern Festival, also called Shangyuan Festival, is a Chinese traditional festival celebrated on the fifteenth day of the first month in the lunisolar Chinese calendar, during the full moon.
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