Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

Chapter 108 Palace 3 Brother, Don't Love Me Too Much 3

While Qingmo was affectionately interacting with the puppy, Gong Shangjiao hesitated for a moment, realizing that he had gone too far. He was just not used to being disturbed by others, and it wasn't intentional.

He got up and went to Qingmo's room, intending to explain to her. He knocked for a long time but no one answered. After thinking for a moment, he pushed the door open and went in, but no one was inside. Seeing that she hadn't returned so late, his expression immediately turned grim. He turned off the light and sat in the room, waiting for her to come back.

...

The scene shifts to two people tidying their clothes behind the artificial hill. Don't get me wrong, nothing really happened; it's just that the location isn't quite right.

“Brother Yuanzheng, it doesn’t seem right for you to abandon your bride and be intimate with me here.”

Qingmo teased, then slipped her hand inside his clothes and circled it around his waist.

"Sister, stop teasing me. I'll go talk to brother and ask him to change the bride, okay?"

Gong Yuanzheng naturally knew that this was wrong, but he seemed to be bewitched by this woman, always unable to stop thinking about her. She seemed different from others.

"Okay, mua, then I'll head back now, see you tomorrow, little brother Yuanzheng."

Qingmo left with a satisfied look on her face, her mood turning from gloomy to sunny. She was happy, thinking, "Little Gong San, I've got you covered."

As soon as she got back to her room and closed the door, the lights came on, and she was pinned against the door.

Well, do these two brothers have some serious illness? They keep pressing their backs together. Isn't her back her back?

"Young Master Jiao, what are you doing here?" Weiwei felt a little guilty and lacked confidence, as if she had been caught cheating.

Gong Shangjiao didn't speak. He saw her enter with a big smile on her face, but her smile gradually disappeared after she saw him.

His gaze shifted from her face to her lips, slightly red and swollen, which stung his eyes. Where had this woman gone?

Damn it, he grabbed her chin hard, forcing her to look him in the eye.

His gaze shifted downwards, noticing a red mark on his neck, and his eyes seemed to be filled with venom.

"Do you know whose bride you are? Hmm?"

He had a really strong grip; Qingmo's chin hurt terribly from his pinching.

"Let...let go, Young Master Jiao. I just went out for a walk. If you don't like me, you can always find another bride. Let me go first, it hurts."

Her eyes, shimmering with spring water, gazed at him pitifully, yet possessed a unique charm that made her alluring and captivating.

"Ha, change it? You're the one I chose, so you belong to me. Pain? Then I'll make you hurt even more."

Qingmo: Really? If you're talking about this, I won't be sleepy anymore.

Gong Shangjiao's eyes were like ice. He picked Qingmo up by the waist, threw her heavily onto the bed, and looked down at her as if she were trash.

Qingmo: What's going on? That look of looking at me like I'm trash is making me even more excited.

Qingmo showed no fear in her eyes, but rather a hint of anticipation. Seeing her like this, Gong Shangjiao's anger intensified.

"Don't think I won't do anything to you," Gong Shangjiao said through gritted teeth.

Qingmo blinked, then suddenly reached out and hooked her arm around his neck, saying coquettishly, "Young Master Jiao, are you so angry because you're jealous?"

Gong Shangjiao was stunned for a moment, then became angry and embarrassed, and tried to break free from her hand.

But Qingmo held on tightly and even kissed him on the cheek.

Gong Shangjiao froze as if he had been electrocuted.

Just then, footsteps came from outside the door. It turned out that Yuanzheng's younger brother had come looking for him.

He burst in and saw the scene before him, a hint of hurt flashing in his eyes.

“Brother, how could you treat her like this?” Yuanzheng cried out.

Gong Shangjiao snorted coldly: "She is my bride, and how I treat her is none of your business."

Qingmo sat up, tugged at Gong Shangjiao's sleeve, and said softly, "Young Master Zheng, please don't misunderstand. It was I who made Young Master Jiao angry. Young Master Jiao, please don't upset yourself." At the same time, she gave Yuanzheng a reassuring look.

Gong Shangjiao was in a bad mood and said in an unfriendly tone, "Brother Yuanzheng, what are you doing here so late?"

After speaking, he looked at Qingmo and then at Gong Yuanzheng, clearly sensing that there was something fishy going on between them.

"I...I came to see my brother about the new weapon I made. I just happened to hear some noise here, so I came to check it out."

Qingmo sighed, his voice stammering. It was clearly an excuse. This child really couldn't lie. Her boat hadn't even set sail yet; had it already capsized?

"Oh! Is that so? It's getting late. You should go back now. I still have something to say to Miss Li."

Gong Yuanzheng pursed his lips, somewhat unwilling to leave, but when he met Gong Shangjiao's gaze, he could only say helplessly, "Brother, I'll come to find you again tomorrow." After saying that, he turned and left.

Gong Shangjiao watched his departing figure, his brows furrowed.

Qingmo chuckled softly, "Young Master Jiao, it seems that Brother Yuanzheng has come to see me."

Gong Shangjiao turned to look at her and said coldly, "Don't flatter yourself."

Qingmo smiled slyly, "Young Master Jiao, are you still going to continue?"

Gong Shangjiao snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and prepared to leave. In the current situation, he had no interest in doing so.

Unexpectedly, Qingmo tugged at his hem, deliberately letting her delicate shoulders slip down, and stepped forward to grab his belt...

Those who know, know. As long as you take the initiative, we'll have a story to tell.

The next day, Gong Yuanzheng arrived at Jiaogong early in the morning. He had spent the whole night thinking about how to tell his brother about exchanging brides.

Before he could even speak, his brother came out of Qingmo's room with a smile in his eyes.

He suddenly didn't know what to say; his brother hadn't gone home last night...

When Miyazaki saw his younger brother, Yuen-sei, his expression stiffened for a moment.

Seeing that his younger brother Yuanzheng looked unwell, he thought he seemed to understand.

The two were somewhat silent; he neither spoke nor asked.

It was Yuanzheng's younger brother who broke the deadlock, greeting him with a smile before leaving with a wry smile.

Qingmo was unaware of the chaotic scene outside. Gong Shangjiao was acting like a monster. She was exhausted and just wanted to catch up on sleep. The abstinent male god had indeed been abstinent for a long time.

For the next few days, neither of them came to see Qingmo, and Qingmo didn't care.

She and Gong Zishang, two people with similar tastes, became friends. She wanted to experience the joy that Zishang was having.

Inside the guard camp.

A group of spirited young people, carrying wooden basins filled with laundry, walked along the winding eaves.

In the dead of winter, many burly young guards were still practicing martial arts shirtless in the courtyard. Each of them had double abs and clearly defined muscles. Haha! Haha!

A woman in a purple robe walked gracefully into the guard camp, followed by a stunningly beautiful woman.

These two people are, of course, Gong Zishang and Qingmo.

As they passed by, gasps of surprise filled the air. The young guards blushed, especially those who weren't wearing shirts. They hurriedly grabbed their clothes to cover themselves while bowing, stammering and very embarrassed.

"Young...Miss"

"Young Miss, what brings you here?"

Gong Zishang's eyes darted around as she looked at the young guards' bare torsos, her eyes crinkling with laughter. When she saw them bowing to her, she quickly said...

"No need, no need... no need to wear it." She smiled and nodded.

The young guard, who was putting on his clothes, stopped awkwardly, unsure whether to put them on or not.

Gong Zishang's mouth was splitting with a smile; this was all the good deeds she had done in her past life that she deserved in this one.

She couldn't even imagine how happy and blessed she was as a little girl.

Qingmo followed behind, waving her hand.

No need to wear it! No need to wear it! You really don't need to wear it...

The smiles on their faces were impossible to suppress, and then they didn't laugh for long.

Two sinister voices sounded from behind.

"Young Miss, the guard camp is a restricted area and you cannot enter or leave at will."

"Miss Pear, what a refined taste you have."

Uh! Qingmo and Gong Zishang exchanged a glance. Sisters, good luck to you. Then they were each carried away.