Chapter 48: It Was All a Misunderstanding!

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Ling Fang peeled a salt-baked prawn, dipped it in sauce, and brought it to Yan Xuan’s mouth. Pretending to be casual, she asked, “Who keeps messaging you all the time?”

“Foreign language tutoring center,” Yan Xuan replied calmly.

He put down his phone, swallowed the prawn meat in one bite, and changed the subject. “Hmm… Qingqing’s cooking just keeps getting better.”

Across from them, Yang Qingqing chuckled shyly at the compliment. Feeling pleased, she picked up a chicken drumstick and placed it into Yan Xuan’s bowl.

“Try this. I stewed the old hen with a secret recipe.”

Both Yan Xuan and Ling Fang stared dumbfounded at the chicken leg in the bowl.

Offering food to your best friend’s boyfriend right in front of her?

Qingqing, do you have any sense?

Ling Fang’s facial muscles twitched slightly. If she didn’t know Qingqing’s carefree personality and that she wasn’t a match in a fight, she would have gone to the kitchen for a knife by now.

Fortunately, Yan Xuan’s emotional intelligence saved the situation; instead of biting into the drumstick immediately, he picked it up again and placed it in Ling Fang’s bowl. “Xiao Lian, you try it first.”

Ling Fang, still peeling shrimp, found it difficult to hold her chopsticks, so she parted her lips slightly, signaling Yan Xuan to feed her.

Yang Qingqing couldn’t help but complain, “You two feed each other all the time when you eat—do you ever stop? Besides, she doesn’t eat chicken, Yan Xuan, no need to give it to her.”

A vein bulged on Ling Fang’s forehead. “Yang Qingqing, shut up before I suffocate you!”

“Stop dawdling or the food will get cold.”

“I like eating it cold, mind your own business.”

...

Seeing the two best friends chattering endlessly again, Yan Xuan silently picked up the drumstick and took a bite.

Not gonna lie, it’s pretty delicious!

After dinner, Yang Qingqing tidied up the house while Yan Xuan and Ling Fang went downstairs for a walk to aid digestion. When they returned, all three went to their respective bathrooms.

Of course, Yan Xuan and Ling Fang showered together.

During their two days and three nights in Beiyang, Yan Xuan had been alternately provoked by Mi Xiaoyue and Miao Leling, and was still holding in his anger. Taking advantage of the shower, he vented everything on Ling Fang.

After they finished, Ling Fang was the first to leave the bedroom. Yang Qingqing lay sideways on the sofa watching an old martial arts film.

Fresh out of the bath, Yang Qingqing’s damp hair was pinned up. She wore a loose T-shirt and shorts, her long, fair, toned legs casually draped over the sofa armrest, her curves exceptionally alluring.

“Put your legs down and make room.”

Hearing Ling Fang’s voice, Yang Qingqing sat cross-legged on the left side of the sofa, muttering, “How did you two spend over three hours in the shower?”

Ling Fang was too tired to answer, or rather, too drained.

She squeezed her slender yet shapely legs tightly, leaned forward, placed her hands on the sofa, and moved slowly, her body wobbling.

Her legs were so weak—it was clear she was exhausted.

Yang Qingqing, an expert with fifteen years of horse stance experience, immediately saw through the signs.

“Were you just doing horse stance?”

“You clueless blonde, you wouldn’t understand even if I told you.”

Ling Fang snorted coldly, her eyes full of disdain.

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Yang Qingqing looked more closely and noticed fresh red handprints on Ling Fang’s pale legs underneath her thin, translucent nightgown. Her cheeks were flushed, and she suddenly understood.

Curiously, she asked, “Is your pretty boy really that intense?”

Ling Fang didn’t know how to answer.

Usually, Yan Xuan was rough but precise, giving her just enough satisfaction without making her too embarrassed.

But today was completely different...

Three hours in the bathroom made Ling Fang suddenly realize how gentle her godfather had been with her before.

As for why it took three hours?

Ling Fang guessed Yan Xuan was afraid she might faint; otherwise, she probably would have been pinned down in the tub, eyes rolling back.

She was immensely grateful she had considered soundproofing when choosing the bathroom. Otherwise, if Yang Qingqing had heard her wails for mercy, she might have been mocked forever.

Ling Fang sat on the sofa, took a pair of black over-the-knee stockings out of the coffee table drawer, and put them on.

Yang Qingqing asked again, curious, “You’re done, right? Why are you still putting those on?”

Ling Fang sighed softly, unsure how to explain.

This was one of the conditions Yan Xuan imposed when he temporarily let her off.

His attitude was clear: this was just halftime; there would definitely be a second round tonight.

Yang Qingqing, getting more excited, said, “I’ve never seen a man’s thing before. Xiao Lian, tell me about it?”

Ling Fang looked at her with a troubled expression, thinking she had only ever seen Yan Xuan’s...

Seeing no answer, Yang Qingqing began gesturing on her own wrist.

“Up to here?”

Ling Fang shook her head. Yang Qingqing moved her hand higher.

“Here!?”

Still no.

Yang Qingqing went even higher.

“This!!?”

Ling Fang finally reached out and adjusted a little more, nodding.

“Oh my god!”

Yang Qingqing gasped, eyes wide as she gave Ling Fang a thumbs-up.

“You’re seriously amazing!”

“Go away!”

Ling Fang grabbed a pillow and threw it at her, half laughing, half exasperated.

Old sayings praise men’s five great qualities—Pan Donkey, Deng Xiao Xian—and Yan Xuan had them all. She should have been happy, but she still felt insecure.

Better to fear someone eyeing you than a thief sneaking in.

How many women were secretly coveting a man like her godfather?

Lost in thought, Ling Fang heard Yang Qingqing exclaim again.

“Wow, Yan Xuan, you’ve built quite the physique!”

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Ling Fang turned to see Yan Xuan coming out of the bedroom, still putting on his clothes. He must have been shirtless when he left earlier, and Yang Qingqing saw something.

“Yang Qingqing!”

Ling Fang gritted her teeth.

“Just a quick look, and I’m not stealing him from you.”

Yang Qingqing pouted, “You’re so jealous...”

“You...”

Ling Fang was about to retort as usual when she noticed a serious problem.

She looked at Yan Xuan, then at Yang Qingqing. Both wore T-shirts—one black, one gray—with identical prints.

“You two! Why are you wearing couple’s T-shirts?”

Ling Fang’s face turned pale. No matter how much she guarded against it, the greatest threat came from within the home.

Yang Qingqing looked down at her T-shirt calmly and said, “Oh... I must have grabbed the wrong one on the balcony.”

She was 186 cm tall, Yan Xuan 185 cm, and their T-shirt sizes were the same. Since she usually wore more androgynous clothes, mixing them up was normal.

Yan Xuan quickly explained, “Qingqing’s is mine. I bought several colors of the same style for convenience.”

“Yang Qingqing, go change now!”

Ling Fang’s heart twisted with bitterness.

What kind of nonsense was this?

She hadn’t even worn her godfather’s boyfriend T-shirt yet!

“Okay, okay, I’m scared of you.”

Yang Qingqing got up, went into the bedroom, and returned within a minute, tossing the T-shirt to Yan Xuan.

“Here, let’s both be careful in the future, so we don’t mix them up.”

The T-shirt still carried the girl’s warm scent. Yan Xuan almost couldn’t resist bending down to sniff it.

Throwing Yang Qingqing’s worn T-shirt into the washing machine, Yan Xuan sat on the sofa, pulling Ling Fang close and soothing her softly.

“Sweetheart, it’s just a little misunderstanding. Don’t be angry.”

“Hmm...”

Ling Fang dared not make a fuss in front of Yan Xuan and could only digest it quietly in her heart.

She now deeply regretted not standing firm and sending Yang Qingqing away a week ago.

Even if it meant having her find another place to rent.

A small misunderstanding?

Living under the same roof, such misunderstandings were bound to increase.

Who knew when an enormous one might come next!