My Demon Husband Is a Snake

"What? Su Wan was expelled from school? And it was your doing?" Ye Jiqing was utterly shocked.

Mrs. Ye knew her words were inappropriate and covered her lips.

Mr. Ye was stunned, clearly unaware of the matter. "How could you do such a thing?"

"I've already done it, what do you father and son want now? To criticize me for her sake?" Mrs. Ye said assertively, then her tone softened with concern for her son, "Qingqing, how are you feeling? Are you better now?"

"I am much better now, the curse is being peeled away, it's a process of adjustment, the blood mist that drifted out of me just now should just be the dispersal of the curse."

Ye Jiqing was indeed lucid, not muddled like Mrs. Ye. He took a breath, gradually regaining his strength as he stood up.

Mrs. Ye glanced at me, deep suspicion in her eyes, "Are you really okay? Will she still help you? I'm not being narrow-minded, but what kind of family does Su Wan come from? You broke up with her before, and now who knows how much she resents us."

"Even if Wanwan harbors resentment against me, she would not harm me; she came to City B to save me."

The protective words of Ye Jiqing reached my ears, sounding very blurred.

No, I'm here to accumulate Yin Virtue.

To help Yu Longting solidify his inner core...

It's really not for you, don't flatter yourself, brother.

I just felt my whole body go limp, tilting softly towards one direction.

Although caught in time and not falling to the ground,

I had completely lost my sense of direction, everything was spinning around me.

My eyelids felt glued shut no matter how hard I tried to open them.

Beichen coldly said, "Move aside, I'm taking her to rest."

"What happened to Su Wan?" Mr. Ye's voice reached my ears, full of inquiry.

Beichen mocked him, "Isn't it all for saving your son? Draining her energy, and you're all nothing but ingrates."

"Is it that serious?" Mr. Ye's voice was full of surprise.

Ye Jiqing felt very guilty, "It's all my fault... I caused the trouble and dragged Wanwan into this..."

Then, my world went silent.

Waking up from my sleep, I lay on an extraordinarily soft bed.

It was the kind of latex bed I had never slept on before, and the room was filled with a light scent of aromatherapy.

No wonder people strive so hard to earn money, to improve their lives.

The luxuries of the wealthy are indeed corrupting.

I lay in bed, almost unwilling to get up, seeing the neatly folded Thunder Summoning Garment by the pillow.

A wave of emotion stirred in me, and I propped myself up with effort.

I stared at the Thunder Summoning Garment, my eyes inevitably moistening.

In my mind, scenes I had imagined of Yu Longting possibly being struck by Heavenly Thunder played out.

He had said he was struck by lightning, and that was when my father killed him.

"Miss Wan, you're awake. I'll go notify Young Master Ye; he will definitely be delighted to know," said a servant entering the room and seeing me awake, hurrying out.

I quickly wiped away the tears from the corner of my eyes, my expression returning to calm, looking at Ye Jiqing who walked in, "Young Master Ye, how long have I been unconscious?"

"Just seven or eight hours, you can sleep a bit more if you'd like," Ye Jiqing said gently.

I rubbed my temples, trying to keep my mind clear. "Didn't Xia Xi come to you last night?"

"Fortunately, she didn't come over," Ye Jiqing replied.

I sighed, "Still, we need to be careful. On the highway, she was deceived by a puppet, and the curse she placed on you, which I broke, must have left her raging."

"You've done enough for me. Whether I live or die, I'll leave it to fate. I'm not so obsessed anymore," Ye Jiqing said, having seemingly come to a lot of realizations over the night.

A servant brought porridge into the room, instantly filling the space with the fragrance of rice porridge.

Ye Jiqing wanted to feed me the porridge. I said nothing but gave him a cold look, watching his hand hanging in midair with the spoon.

He moved the spoon closer to my lips, and I pushed it away directly, "Young Master Ye, when did your emotional intelligence become so low that you can't even understand such a simple rejecting look?"

"I just feared you wouldn't have the strength to eat after just waking up. Here's the spoon, Wanwan," Ye Jiqing said good-naturedly, holding the bowl of porridge beside me.