My Demon Husband Is a Snake
Chapter 1133: Someone Must Be Sabotaging Me
After a moment, I went up to ask Qing Li, "Granny, you... don’t know that Master Qingyang is a fugitive caught by Zhao Sihai?"
"Who is Zhao Sihai? Is there really anyone in this world who can... consider Qingyang a fugitive?" Qing Li looked at me with confusion, as if completely oblivious to anything related to Old Zhao.
She didn’t even know who Zhao Sihai was.
Yu Longting and I exchanged a glance, both surprised by the current situation.
After all, Qing Li and Yu Qingxiao are husband and wife, and she is Qingyang’s biological sister.
Her little brother being hunted by an Immortal was fully known to her husband, Yu Qingxiao, yet Qing Li had no idea.
I thought for a moment and decided it wasn’t the right time to discuss the matter, "Are you hungry?"
"A little, young lady, are you deliberately changing the subject to hide something from me?" Qing Li looked at me suspiciously.
"How dare I? The matter of Qingyang being a fugitive is a long story." Enduring Yu Longting’s intimidating gaze, I hooked arms with Qing Li affectionately and said, "Let’s find a place to rest first. We’ve been down in the Extreme Abyss for so long without much to eat; it’s time to have something to nibble on."
"Fengdu is nearby; let’s go there to settle down." Qing Li suggested slyly, giving me a sidelong glance.
I had a shadow of fear in my heart about Fengdu, so I cleared my throat, "Well, um, the closest city to here isn’t Fengdu, you know."
"Aren’t you trying to catch Qingyang? Once in Fengdu, I have my own ways." Qing Li chuckled lightly, whispering into my ear.
Although her words seemed perfectly normal, concerning the plan to lure Qingyang into Fengdu with my and Yu Longting’s help, 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
I broke out in a cold sweat, feeling the unmistakable intent of someone wanting to set someone up.
Since coming out of the Nether Pond, I stuck to Qing Li like glue.
Yu Longting seemed almost unnecessary, standing to the side unable to get a word in.
I gave Yu Longting a reassuring look and said to Qing Li, "Alright, alright, Granny, let’s head to Fengdu."
No matter how eerie and terrifying the atmosphere of Fengdu, Madam’s words must be heeded.
If she wants to go to Fengdu Ghost City, I can only risk my life to keep her company.
When we arrived in Fengdu, a fine drizzle was falling from the sky.
We first checked into a hotel and booked two rooms, then went downstairs to a wonton shop for a meal.
The spicy red oil wontons dispelled the heavy chill and dampness in the air.
"Why do you need so much spice?" Yu Longting looked at me while I added several spoonfuls of chili, turning a bowl of wontons into a super spicy version.
Tears streaming down my face from the spice, I never felt so relieved, "Soaked in the cold Nether Pond, definitely... Oh, these chopsticks..."
Somehow, the chopsticks in my hand broke in two.
Then with a crack, the leg of the chair I was sitting on also broke.
Thankfully, Yu Longting quickly supported my waist, preventing me from an ungraceful plop onto the ground.
"Is someone plotting against me? How can poor-quality chopsticks break that easily, and even the chair feels like it’s made of paper." I was so angry, I was red in the face and thick in the neck.
The shop owner, witnessing this scene, thought it was because the chair was old and rushed over to apologize, "Sorry, sorry, maybe the chair has seen too many years, the wood rotted, and the nails rusted! This bowl of wontons is on the house, young lady."
"No need, no need, perhaps I’ve just gained some weight, hehe, I’ll just switch to another chair." My face flushed as I looked around at the onlookers, whose chairs were perfectly fine.
I couldn’t help but doubt my weight; at Chen’s, Chen Decheng and Xiao Li thought I needed to eat well for the postpartum period, making me loads of delicious food.
The cheongsam grows with me, so I didn’t even realize I had put on weight.
Over there, the owner fetched a new chair for me to sit down.
However, Yu Longting pulled me onto his lap instead, and when I tried to get up, he firmly pressed my shoulders down and whispered, "What, want to break another chair?"