180: Chapter 180 It Has to Be Her, A Slap

What exactly does he want to do?

If she fed him another Amnesia Pill, could he really guarantee to completely forget her?

Sang Qing sighed, shaking her head at Xing Jiu, "It's not something that can be explained in a few words."

Xing Jiu squeezed her hand, giving her a warm smile.

It's alright, she doesn't need to explain.

Chi Yu had temporarily left for something.

Su Ran walked in, and Xing Jiu was ushered out.

"His will to live is very weak." Su Ran folded her arms, glancing at the handsome yet decadent male on the bed, clicking her tongue twice. "A few days ago, he even smashed his own hand in the bathroom, breaking several finger bones."

He's a fierce beast anyway.

"I can tell, he's quite stubborn about you."

"You really don't like him?"

Anyway, the City Lord already has so many mates; one more wouldn't matter, would it?

Sang Qing's lips twitched, a half-smile playing on them, "Let me tell you a story."

She then told her about the entanglement with Feng Yuan and their previous Pair Bonding.

Su Ran pinched her chin, suddenly enlightened, "So that's how it is."

"Then he's quite devoted."

He's been pursuing the City Lord for over three years.

It's just that his methods are a bit… indescribable.

Is he blaming the City Lord? But he hasn't done anything to harm her.

Not blaming her? Yet he seems somewhat unwilling.

But overall, he probably still wants to win the City Lord's affection.

Sang Qing didn't know what to say, playing with her fingers, "But I don't like him."

The past should just be the past.

Why does he insist on holding on?

"Then why don't you just have Xuan Xiao beat him up?" Su Ran shrugged.

She had also encountered such pursuers, but Savage Iron had chased them all away.

"Do you think that would work?" Sang Qing leaned against the chair back, her expression calm.

"Mainly, I was thinking he helped my Tribe before, so I can't really repay kindness with enmity, can I?"

Moreover, it was because of her pill that Feng Yuan became like this.

More or less, her actions were a factor.

Su Ran tilted her head, pondering another question, "So, will he still try to kill himself after he wakes up? Let's not waste our resources."

Sang Qing let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose, "I don't know."

She was also worried about that question.

"Can you do a mental state evaluation for him? I feel like he seems a bit abnormal."

Sang Qing recalled Feng Yuan's previous actions again; they were so different from his former personality.

Su Ran raised her delicate eyebrows, "You're saying he has a mental illness?"

Sang Qing's lips twitched, slightly surprised by her overly direct words, "I'm just suspicious."

"Not really, it's more like unrequited love leading to madness," Su Ran teased with a chuckle.

Binding, imprisonment, wrist-slitting – these are all standard for domineering CEOs.

If this were a domineering CEO world, wouldn't she be the doctor friend by the CEO's side?

Sang Qing slapped her shoulder, slightly speechless, "I'm serious."

She wondered if the System had medicine for this kind of illness.

She just wanted Feng Yuan to return to normal.

"I've researched it; beastmen's mental states are very strong, generally they won't..." Su Ran lightly coughed twice, her expression turning serious, she stated earnestly.

"But it doesn't rule out exceptional circumstances.

However, I don't have those examination instruments."

And assessment scales aren't suitable for beastmen.

"How about you two have a good talk after he recovers this time?"

She could feel that this male was still very polite, only harming himself, not other beasts.

Sang Qing frowned, looking at Feng Yuan on the bed, "When will he wake up?"

It was time for a good talk.

But she felt he wouldn't listen.

"Soon, probably." Su Ran got up to check on Feng Yuan, then plopped down next to Sang Qing, saying with a cheeky smile, "Oh, if you ask me, just take him in. You won't lose anything anyway; he's such a handsome, top-notch male. You don't have to Pair Bond with him, just form a contract."

Sang Qing gave her an undisguised eye-roll, "Are you saying I don't have enough beasts at home, or that I don't have enough trouble?"

She already had seven mates.

If another one came, her home might really turn upside down.

This Su Ran, she decides everything just by looking at faces, doesn't she?

She didn't even want to talk about her.

She herself only had one mate.

Truly, she likes to watch the drama unfold without caring about the consequences.

Su Ran shrugged, "Alright, alright, then I won't interfere."

After Su Ran left, Sang Qing let out a long breath.

Looking at the male lying quietly on the bed, Sang Qing twirled her fingers, silently pondering.

Xing Jiu walked in, gently sitting beside her, "Qing Qing, why don't you go home, and I'll stay here?"

It's unknown when Feng Yuan will wake up, and Qing Qing sitting here is boring.

"No need, I want to wait for him to wake up and talk to him about something." Sang Qing stroked his thigh, her expression relaxing, and kissed his cheek a few times.

Looking at Xing Jiu, whose aura was gentle, she felt her restless heart being soothed.

Xing Jiu's ears turned slightly red, and he grabbed her hand on his thigh, "Alright, then I'll stay with you."

"Mm." Sang Qing pinched Xing Jiu's reddened ears, loving it immensely.

"When you're free, ask Chi Yu to help us hold a Pair Bonding ceremony."

She hadn't yet Pair Bonded with Aniel and Xing Jiu.

"Eh?" Xing Jiu's face lit up with joy, looking at her in surprise, "Really, Qing Qing?"

That would be wonderful.

Xing Jiu's brilliant eyes sparkled, filled with her image.

Sang Qing's lips curved upwards, "Would I lie to you?"

"No!" Xing Jiu shook his head, his gaze becoming firm.

He happily embraced Sang Qing, kissing her forehead, "Thank you, Qing Qing."

Every day of his life now was incredibly happy.

As long as he was by Qing Qing's side, he felt everything was good.

Sang Qing's small hand slipped into his clothes, and she smiled flirtatiously, "Then you'll have to think about how to thank me?"

Xing Jiu's face flushed, his eyes shy, "No... not here, Qing Qing, let's go back..."

This was a hospital, they couldn't mess around.

Sang Qing was amused by him, and she playfully stroked his firm abs a few times, "I didn't say it was here."

He was just imagining things himself.

Xing Jiu was provoked by her touch, and he hugged her, lowering his head to kiss her passionately.

Mmm... so sweet.

Having become accustomed to intimacy, Xing Jiu knew how sweet and alluring his mate was, and he hugged and kissed her for a long time before reluctantly stopping.

He could have continued kissing for a while longer, but Feng Yuan woke up.

Xing Jiu, with his keen eyesight, exited the room. Sang Qing watched the male whose fingers began to twitch, and then noticed his severely chapped and dry lips. Kindly, she brought a cup of water and held it to his mouth.

Feng Yuan was probably extremely thirsty, and before his eyes were fully open, he gulped down the water.

"Cough, cough..."

His eyelids were extraordinarily heavy, and he felt discomfort all over his body. Feng Yuan struggled to open his eyes and raised his hand to look.

This... he didn't die again?

Why did they save him?

Feng Yuan's eyes lost focus for a moment, then he slightly turned his head.

He turned his head and met Sang Qing's calm gaze.

...

"Cough, cough, cough..." Feng Yuan coughed a few times in excitement, a hint of shock in his eyes.

She... why was she here?

No, why did he still remember Sang Qing?

"Am I dreaming?" Feng Yuan looked at her, smiling weakly, his gaze desolate.

Otherwise, how could he still remember her?

Sang Qing sat down, raising an eyebrow calmly, "Since you're awake, shall we talk?"

Feng Yuan froze for a moment; so it wasn't a dream after all.

What did she say?

Talk about what?

He looked around, trying to find his dagger, deliberately avoiding Sang Qing's gaze.

"Why are you trying to die?" Sang Qing's voice was exceptionally calm, without questioning or surprise, like a casual chat between friends.

Feng Yuan lowered his eyes, sitting up halfway on the bed, "Have you seen my knife?"

He didn't want to answer Sang Qing's question; he just wanted to die.

"I had the Witch put it away for you." Sang Qing answered calmly.

"Give it back to me." Feng Yuan looked at her, the stubbornness in his eyes almost overflowing.

"Answer my question first." Sang Qing remained still, simply gazing at him quietly.

Seeing his sunken cheeks and terrible condition, she felt a little soft-hearted.

Too ugly.

It felt like he had instantly transformed from a great handsome guy into a big brother.

"None of your business!" Feng Yuan roared at her, his mental state visibly becoming agitated, "Give me back the knife, give it back!"

What right did she have to control him?

"Slap!"

After a resounding slap, Feng Yuan instantly froze, stiffening his neck to look at Sang Qing in disbelief.

"You hit me?"

A wronged look appeared in his eyes. Feng Yuan covered his aching face, feeling as if he were shattering.

Sang Qing shook her numb hand, a hint of disappointment in her eyes, "Can we talk properly now?"

Suddenly, Feng Yuan noticed something was off. Why did his face feel so smooth and flat when he touched it?

He touched the other side of his face again. Huh? Where were the scars on his face?

They were all gone?

Feng Yuan was astonished, remembering the pill he had taken a few days ago, "My face..."

"Your face has healed." Sang Qing stared at him, her eyes calm.

"Feng Yuan, I hope you can start a new life and not dwell in the past; it's meaningless."

Feng Yuan lowered his hand and laughed coldly, his eyes filled with deep self-mockery, "Yes, you now have mates and cubs, living so happily. But what about me? What do I have?"

He stood up from the bed, approaching Sang Qing step by step, his eyes dark, "Unless you give me back the Sang Qing who promised to Pair Bond with me, how can I start anew?"

Sang Qing stepped back, frowning slightly, and said helplessly, "Feng Yuan, I'm not the only female in the world. What I said back then was just casual. Did I make a vow with you? Don't dwell on it. Now that you're so powerful, you can pursue any female you want."

She had seen it; unexpectedly, after three years, Feng Yuan had also broken through to the ninth rank.

Compared to that idiot Aniel, he was indeed stronger.

But if there's no fate, there's no fate; it can't be forced.

Feng Yuan shook his head, staring intently at Sang Qing, his voice dark and hoarse, "But you kissed me, touched me, yet you don't want me. I hate you, I hate you so much. In this life, I will be entangled with you forever, and I will never let you go."

What would he do with other females?

All he ever wanted was Sang Qing.

Since she didn't want him to cling to her, then he would change his mind and insist on clinging to her.

As long as he could be by her side... "Slap!" Sang Qing slapped him again.

But right after hitting him, she froze, retracting her hand, her eyes apologetic, "I..."

Who knew, Feng Yuan actually laughed after being hit, giving her a twisted, obsessive smile, "Hit me, keep hitting me, just like that."

He looked at Sang Qing, a strange glint appearing in his almost numb eyes. He grabbed Sang Qing's hand and continued to slap himself in the face. "Anyway, you don't like me, so just torture me. I'm willing."

Oh no, she had hit him so hard he enjoyed it.

Glaring at him, Sang Qing pulled her hand free, pushed him away, and started to leave.

But Feng Yuan hadn't eaten for several days and was extremely weak. With her sudden push, the male beast crashed into the wall and actually fainted again.

“!!!!”

Sang Qing turned back, stunned, and quickly looked down at her hand.

She hadn't hit him that hard, had she?

“Su Ran, Su Ran!”

This was a life-or-death situation.

Come help!

Su Ran walked in, saw the scene, and gave her a strange look.

What was the City Lord doing? Why did she knock him out?

Sang Qing helplessly massaged her forehead.

“Quick, save him.”

She didn't mean to treat him like this, but he was the one who got emotional.

Su Ran bared her teeth and began to examine the unconscious Feng Yuan, treating him with her increasingly profound Witch Power. “He's too weak, City Lord, please show some mercy.”

“...” Seeing the playfulness in her eyes, Sang Qing's mouth twitched slightly.

She hadn't done it on purpose.

After Su Ran left, Sang Qing looked at the emaciated male on the bed, sighed softly, and bought a nutrient solution from the Mall to pour down his throat.

She must have owed him in her past life to get involved with such a lunatic.

Soon, Feng Yuan woke up.

But upon waking, he started to go crazy again.

He immediately began scratching his own face with his fingernails, covering himself in blood, then begged Sang Qing to kill him.

Clutching Sang Qing's thigh, Feng Yuan was truly no different from a madman, his eyes wild and his face twisted.

“Kill me, Sang Qing, I just want to die by your hand.”

“Kill me, please, I want to go find the old Sang Qing.”

“I won't bother you anymore, kill me, kill me.”

“Ahhh—don't save me anymore.”

Sang Qing was swayed back and forth as he clung to her thigh, watching his madness, and was momentarily speechless.

Was he really crazy?

However, seeing the tears falling from his eyes, his pained and sorrowful expression, and the bloodstains covering his face, Sang Qing fell silent.

A steel needle was jabbed into Feng Yuan's neck. His body went limp and he collapsed, his shouting ceasing.

When Su Ran walked in again, she was completely flustered.

“What happened now?”

No way, what were they playing at?

Had she become part of their game?

Sang Qing pinched her temples, speaking with extreme helplessness.

“I just gave him some anesthetic. Tie him up with a rope first; he's really not quite right.”

It was as if something was wrong with his brain.

But she had the system scan him, and his mental state was indeed fine.

Either he was faking it, or he was one step away from being mentally ill.

Su Ran bared her teeth and gave her a thumbs-up.

Looking at the bound Feng Yuan, Sang Qing sighed and walked away.

Returning home with Xing Jiu, Sang Qing sat down distractedly, propping her head on the sofa in thought.

Xing Jiu brought her a cup of hot water and asked gently, “Qing Qing, are you alright?”

Sang Qing took a sip of water from his hand, her expression troubled, “Tell me, what exactly does Feng Yuan want to do?”

Xing Jiu reached out and pulled her into his arms, gently massaging her head. “He wants you.”

A very clear answer.

Sang Qing choked, her thick eyelashes fluttering twice. “But I don't like him.”

Xing Jiu smiled, his voice gentle, “Just ignore him.”

Sang Qing pouted, unsure what to say for a moment.

“Or how about this: let him compete with Xuan Xiao and Sa Yu. If he wins, you give him a chance.”

Xing Jiu thought for a moment, recalling this common method in the beastman world.

Feng Yuan's constant pestering wasn't a solution either.

Sang Qing pinched his ear. “No, what if he wins?”

Feng Yuan was also a ninth-rank warrior, on the same level as Xuan Xiao.

But given Feng Yuan's current frenzied state, she felt that an accident was very likely.

She also didn't want Xuan Xiao and Sa Yu to get hurt.

“Impossible, Xuan Xiao and the others are very strong.” Xing Jiu shook his head, kissed her cheek, his eyes bright and firm.

Xuan Xiao and Sa Yu were currently the strongest warriors in Beast King City.

Although Fu Ning was also ninth-rank, he was only powerful in the sea.

He didn't think Feng Yuan could win.

Sang Qing frowned, falling into thoughtful silence. “Let's wait until they come back and ask them.”

Xing Jiu nodded, smiled and winked at her, and then... “Hey, hey... uh... Xing Jiu, you've become naughty...”

Sang Qing's mouth twitched as she was pushed down, her voice resentful.

“Mmm... no...”

He hadn't become naughty at all.

It was just that since all the beasts in the house were out, he finally had a chance to kiss his beloved.

As evening approached, Sang Qing, utterly exhausted, came downstairs, her lips still swollen.

Compared to the other beasts who were always with Sang Qing and could indulge whenever they wanted, Xing Jiu, as a latecomer, had suppressed himself for too long and was full of boundless energy. Sang Qing was almost tormented to death by him.

Aniel glared at Xing Jiu with an angry look. Damn beast, don't forget whose turn it was to accompany Qing Qing today.

What was he doing?

Didn't he understand 'first come, first served'?

Xing Jiu rubbed his reddened face, following behind his mate, and gave Aniel an apologetic look.

He had just lost control for a moment and indulged too much.

During dinner, Sang Qing told Xuan Xiao and the others about Feng Yuan.

Aniel's expression instantly turned strange.

Who?

Feng Yuan?

Wasn't Feng Yuan in the forest?

How did he appear in Beast King City?

And even pester Qing Qing?

Xuan Xiao and Sa Yu exchanged glances, thinking Xing Jiu's method was excellent.

Daring to covet their mate, a competition wasn't out of the question.

They were confident they could defeat Feng Yuan.

Aniel raised his paw, his expression subtle, “How about I go see him first and persuade him to give up!?”

Falling into Xuan Xiao and Sa Yu's hands, that would truly be worse than death.

Xuan Xiao glanced at him sideways, feeding Sang Qing a piece of roasted meat wrapped in vegetables. “Are you sure?”

Aniel gave a sheepish smile, poking the food in front of him. “Not quite sure.”

But considering his good relationship with Feng Yuan in the past, he thought he could give it a try.

Sang Qing took a bite of the roasted meat Xuan Xiao offered, nodding gently. “I agree, you go.”

If Feng Yuan could be reasoned with, it would save her a lot of trouble.

Xuan Xiao hummed in response, focusing on feeding her.

After Sang Qing finished eating, it was the Little Cubs' turn.

Little Seven and Little Eight, like their older siblings, had relatively gentle temperaments. They would just whimper when hungry or when they needed to relieve themselves, rarely crying.

Fu Ning and Xuan Xiao each carried a cub and followed Sang Qing upstairs.

After Sang Qing sat down, she took the cub from Fu Ning's arms and began to breastfeed.

The Little Cub, nearly two months old, was plump and adorable, with big eyes and a high nose bridge, having perfectly inherited the good qualities of his Father and Mother.

Clutching his Mother's clothes, the Little Cub gulped down the milk, his wet eyes still fixed on his Mother, giving her a little wink.

Sang Qing smiled, reaching out to stroke his little head. Looking at his increasingly thick hair, her mood improved considerably.

Little Eight whimpered anxiously. This feeling of smelling but not being able to eat was too unbearable.

Xuan Xiao offered his hand for her to play with, his eyes full of tenderness.

He adored this little female who so resembled his mate to the extreme. When he wasn't sleeping with his mate, he would personally take care of her.

This even earned him several eye-rolls from Fu Ning.

Favoring females over males, he hadn't treated Little Four like this.

Fu Ning sat beside Sang Qing, helping her support Little Seven, his eyes full of envy.

He wanted to drink too.

After feeding Little Seven, Sang Qing wiped her chest, then switched sides and began to feed Little Eight.

Hiss~

This little fellow bit her as soon as she latched on. Even though she didn't have teeth yet, their gums were already quite hard.

Sang Qing grunted from the bite, her expression changing.

How urgent was it?

Xuan Xiao patted Little Eight's bottom, looking at his mate with heartache, gently stroking her back to comfort her.

“Don't feed her anymore, give her formula.”

He never indulged disobedient little ones.

No matter how much he liked the Little Cub, he couldn't put her above his mate.

Sang Qing held his hand, embracing the little female who was almost frantic with hunger, and said gently, “It's alright, Little Eight didn't do it on purpose. Who told her to be so hungry?”

She was probably just too hungry, it was no big deal.

Xuan Xiao frowned, sitting down beside her. “No matter how hungry, she shouldn't bite you.

I'll spank her bottom later.”

Little Eight seemed to understand his words, struggling in Sang Qing's arms, clutching her clothes tightly, looking extremely scared.

Sang Qing smiled, looking down at the little one in her arms. “Eat slowly, eat slowly. Your Father is just teasing you. Don't be impatient.”

A black line appeared on Xuan Xiao's forehead. He pinched Little Eight's foot and turned his head away.

After Fu Ning coaxed Little Seven to sleep, he shook his hand and complained with a pout, “This kid, he's gaining weight too fast.”

He hadn't held him for long, but his arms already felt weak.

“You're weak, don't blame the Little Cub for being heavy.” Xuan Xiao shot him a disdainful glance, scoffing.

“...” Fu Ning glared at him defiantly. “Say that again.”

Who was weak?

It wasn't his fault, Little Seven was just too fat. Sang Qing only gave birth to two this time. Little Seven and Little Eight's birth weights were noticeably heavier than their older siblings, not to mention they were almost two months old now, eating well and growing fast. It would be strange if they weren't heavy.

Sang Qing quickly covered Xuan Xiao's mouth. “That's enough.”

This guy, ever since he had a little female, he had been completely carried away.

Xuan Xiao then quieted down and kissed his mate.

Fu Ning rolled his eyes in anger, quickly went to Sang Qing's other side, and nibbled on her a couple of times to vent his frustration.

Little Eight watched with wide, envious eyes.

In the future, she would also have many mates.

Hehe!

“Look, the Little Cub is laughing at you two.” Sang Qing's mouth curved slightly as she looked at the little one laughing while drinking milk.

Fu Ning looked down, stroked Little Eight's head, and whispered, “Be serious.”

Just drink your milk, no secret laughing.

Just drink your milk, no secret laughing.