Chapter 1422: Knowing They’re Not Real Siblings

Chapter 1422 -1419: Knowing They’re Not Real Siblings

The three of them chatted casually, though most of it was Li Yaxuan asking questions, Zi Ruoxi answering, and Qiao Muyun only occasionally chiming in when Zi Ruoxi asked for his opinion, his voice incredibly gentle. This kind of close sibling-like relationship was quite mysterious and intriguing, sparking Li Yaxuan’s curiosity.

Just by the names, it was evident they weren’t real siblings. As for their expressions, three words: very ambiguous! If they were siblings, it would be remarkable, but if they were lovers, and Qiao Muyun treated a disfigured woman this tenderly, it would be even more impressive.

Regardless of his mindset, it filled Li Yaxuan with a sense of admiration for Qiao Muyun.

It was already the afternoon of the second day when they got off the plane. With companions along the way, Zi Ruoxi didn’t feel anything amiss, but it was Qiao Muyun who felt awkward. No matter how he looked at Li Yaxuan, something seemed off, though he couldn’t pinpoint it, but he definitely felt uncomfortable. Perhaps it was because he was still anxious about others’ perception of being homosexual; after all, that moment was indeed… a bit over the top…

Regarding Tokyo, it wasn’t Zi Ruoxi’s first visit; she had been here before for promotions, so she wasn’t unfamiliar. However, for Qiao Muyun, once out of the station, he had a bit of trouble with directions. But even though neither of them was familiar with the place, it didn’t matter, as they had a guide — Li Yaxuan, who knew the area very well.

Once they started heading north, without needing to say much, they reached their destination. By nightfall, they had already checked into the Tokyo Prince Hotel. They booked three rooms in total, one per person. When booking the rooms, Li Yaxuan’s face showed some curiosity — they clearly weren’t a couple. Without commenting further, he briefly examined Zi Ruoxi’s face and then took his own room card, gracefully stepping into his room.

The myriad lights of Tokyo painted a unique beauty, standing by the window, one could admire the scenic beauty of Country R, gazing at the vibrant street lights and the distant flickering Rainbow Bridge, immersing oneself in the haze of night.

At this moment, Qiao Muyun accompanied Zi Ruoxi by the window, quietly appreciating the night, lost in the tranquility of the moment.

Neither of them spoke, yet it didn’t hinder the tacit connection of their souls. The air peacefully flowed between them, suffused with a warm sentiment.

…

“Brother Qiao Muyun, have we really left that place? I still can’t believe this is real.” Zi Ruoxi’s voice floated in uncertainty.

She still felt somewhat sorrowful… Qiao Muyun’s heart tightened.

He approached her, placing his hands on her shoulders from behind, and Zi Ruoxi didn’t resist, yielding to his strength, her body softly resting against his… the next second, Qiao Muyun embraced her tightly, firmly embracing…

“No, Brother Qiao Muyun… don’t…” Zi Ruoxi softly protested.

This sentence immediately snapped Qiao Muyun back to reality, and he loosened his grip, though he didn’t let go, allowing her to lean against him.

“Zi Ruoxi, Zi Ruoxi, don’t blame Brother Qiao Muyun, okay? I can’t control myself, Zi Ruoxi… I want…” Qiao Muyun murmured in anguish, his dark green eyes deep and profound. At this moment, faced with this scene, how could he restrain himself? The person before him was his greatest love, the woman he watched grow up.

“No, don’t say it, I don’t want to hear anything.” Zi Ruoxi refused, though she didn’t struggle, her heart racing, eyes welling with moisture, choking up, “Brother Qiao Muyun, you understand me… just please… don’t hurt me…”

Hearing these words was like being doused with cold water, thoroughly extinguishing his fervor.

For a long time, he didn’t know how long they embraced, only knowing that such closeness and presence warmed his heart profoundly.

Finally, Qiao Muyun released his hold.

“I’m sorry, Zi Ruoxi, Brother Qiao Muyun made a mistake again. Haha, always making you angry. Zi Ruoxi, I won’t force you, won’t hurt you, nor will I do anything you don’t want.” Qiao Muyun promised, whispering in her ear. The intense affection seemed impossible to dissolve, suppressing his base desires, letting guilty thoughts sink into the depths.

“Zi Ruoxi… Zi Ruoxi… do you believe me?” Qiao Muyun took a deep breath and asked.

Zi Ruoxi looked at the man before her. What could she say? He was her closest person; she had given him all her trust. Why was he still uncertain? Zi Ruoxi felt a twinge of heartache.

“Brother Qiao Muyun, I believe you, I’ve always believed you. You have never done anything to hurt me. You only bring me happiness and joy. Brother Qiao Muyun, you’re truly wonderful!” Zi Ruoxi sincerely revealed her feelings, her big eyes shining brightly, reflecting his image.

Qiao Muyun smiled, his dark green eyes gradually clearing.

“Zi Ruoxi, rest well, I will head out.” Qiao Muyun said, preparing to leave.

“Mm. Good night.” Zi Ruoxi responded casually.

Upon hearing the door close, Zi Ruoxi finally exhaled a breath. Softly sitting at the bedside, her hand instinctively brushed over her face, even through the fuzzy hat, she could feel the skin akin to old leather, since that first glance, she hadn’t dared to look in the mirror again. If she said she didn’t care at all, that would be a lie. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have shown excitement upon hearing Li Yaxuan was a cosmetic surgeon or welcomed his assistance so eagerly.

Oh, not to return to her former beauty that captivated cities and nations, just enough to be like an ordinary woman, at least enough to not be embarrassed by her appearance.

Truly puzzled about what Brother Qiao Muyun was thinking, before, his feelings for her were understandable. But now, why did he still have such feelings? She had become so ugly, it’s likely that no one except herself could tolerate it, so… why could he? Sympathy… or compassion?

Zi Ruoxi smiled, somewhat sour and bitter. Unexpectedly, she had fallen to the point of needing others’ sympathy and pity. Poor thing!

…

Qiao Muyun returned to his room, realizing it was already late, after a day on the plane feeling tired, especially after just being rejected…

Sitting in the chair, lighting a cigarette, leisurely inhaling and exhaling, dispelling the current gloom. The curling smoke carried the fragrance of tobacco, lingering in the room.

Perhaps he was too eager! Yet, thinking about how they were mistaken as eloping by the Caesar Fei Manor people, he felt an indescribable excitement. Who would’ve thought, Qiao Muyun would actually do something like this, eloping with his brother’s woman… How would Qiao Junlie view him? He didn’t dare think, didn’t want to think.