Chapter 466: Shuraba for Everyone! Lin Qingmo’s Public Execution Scene

Xiao Wu narrowed her eyes slightly.

She watched the direction in which Bibi Dong had disappeared, her gaze deep and gloomy.

It was like leaden-gray clouds pressed to their lowest point before a storm.

She had long known that the relationship between A-Qing and that "Master" was not simple.

It was more than just not simple.

Xiao Wu had even witnessed far more excessive scenes with her own eyes.

But knowing was one thing; seeing that woman kiss Lin Qingmo in front of everyone was entirely another.

That stinging sensation pierced her heart, real and tangible.

Yet she said nothing.

She merely withdrew her gaze slowly, letting it land on Lin Qingmo’s face.

Liu Erlong stared expressionlessly at the now-empty sky.

On the surface, she was an iceberg, but inside, her emotions were churning like a stormy sea.

A fire was burning within her heart.

Jealousy certainly accounted for a significant portion of it.

But more than that, it was a complex emotion, indescribable and mixed with worry and anger.

Was that woman’s "liking" for Lin Qingmo a normal kind of liking?

How much possessiveness and desire for control was mixed into her feelings for A-Qing?

Liu Erlong did not know the answer.

And it was precisely this unknown that sent chills down her spine.

But what could she do?

A-Qing trusted his Sister Donghuang deeply and defended her to the extreme.

If she were to rashly bring up that matter... given A-Qing’s personality, he likely wouldn’t believe her.

She didn’t know if Lin Qingmo could accept that the Sister Donghuang he trusted most had actually done such a thing.

Rather than letting him endure that kind of pain, it was better to let this secret rot in her own stomach.

"Sigh..."

Liu Erlong sighed silently.

The gloom in her eyes faded bit by bit, replaced by a layer of heavy exhaustion.

She turned her head to glance at Xiao Wu, who was equally silent.

The two women’s gazes met briefly in the air before each looked away.

Nothing was said.

Yet everything was understood without words.

Dugu Yan was the first to snap back to reality.

She widened her eyes, her mouth forming a perfect "O" shape.

She remained in a state of system failure—the classic "Who am I, where am I, what did I just see"—for a full three seconds.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait!"

"A-Qing, you and your Master... what exactly is going on?"

Ning Rongrong also recovered from her shock.

Her typically bright and intelligent eyes darted back and forth between Lin Qingmo and the direction where Bibi Dong had disappeared, her mind racing.

She tried to search for clues in her memory.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that the two of them had been acting unusually for a long time.

"Hiss!"

Ning Rongrong gasped.

Zhu Zhuqing’s reaction was the quietest.

She only frowned slightly.

Deep inside, some emotion she hadn’t yet identified was churning beneath the surface.

Bai Chenxiang’s face flushed bright red, her mouth opening and closing, opening and closing, until finally, she only managed to squeeze out a faint, breathless: "Huh?"

Her brain was a complete mess.

Master and disciple... is this really allowed?

Such things were indeed written in storybooks.

Wait, could storybooks be the same as reality?

Bai Chenxiang felt her worldview was experiencing a minor earthquake.

Ye Lingling maintained her usual cold and indifferent demeanor on the surface, as if what had just happened had absolutely nothing to do with her.

But if one looked closely, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fingers were unconsciously playing with the hair falling over her shoulder.

This little habit rarely appeared.

Only when she was nervous or inwardly flustered would she do it unconsciously.

She lowered her eyelids, hiding her gaze behind long lashes, lost in thought.

The Shuraba court was now officially in session.

Defendant: Lin Qingmo.

Charges: Concealing a master-disciple romance, social death in public.

Facing Dugu Yan’s questioning.

And the concentrated fire of the other girls’ intense or curious gazes.

Lin Qingmo scratched the back of his head, his gaze somewhat guilty.

He tried to organize a proper explanation.

But in this situation of being surrounded on all sides, any euphemistic phrasing seemed pale and weak, or even made things worse.

Forget it.

Either way, it was death; it looked better to die standing.

Lin Qingmo took a deep breath and spoke honestly: "Sister Donghuang and I... are indeed not just in a normal master-disciple relationship."

Dugu Yan: "..."

Ning Rongrong: "..."

Zhu Zhuqing’s brows furrowed even tighter.

The blush on Bai Chenxiang’s face had spread to the roots of her neck.

Ye Lingling’s hand, which had been playing with her hair, suddenly paused.

Enduring this silence that could crush a person alive, Lin Qingmo bit the bullet and continued.

"Sister Donghuang has been helping and taking care of me since I was six years old. This affection was accumulated bit by bit over many years of being together."

"She is a very important person to me."

After saying this,

He turned to Xiao Wu and Liu Erlong.

The embarrassment on his face faded slightly, replaced by clear and visible guilt.

"Xiao Wu, Teacher Erlong... this matter is my fault. I should have told you both sooner."

"I’m sorry."

Amidst the silence, Xiao Wu smiled lightly.

But it was this smile that made Lin Qingmo’s heart tighten suddenly.

"I don’t mind," Xiao Wu said, her voice unusually calm.

She silently completed the second half of the sentence in her heart: Because I already knew, and I know far more than you think I do.

The scene from that day flashed through her mind uncontrollably again.

Xiao Wu quickly suppressed that memory again.

Can’t think about it!

Can’t let any cracks show on her face!

Otherwise, A-Qing would definitely press for answers, and she wasn’t sure if she could keep this secret under his questioning.

More importantly,

If she said it out loud, would things really get better?

A-Qing’s trust in that woman was deep in his bones.

If the truth were suddenly exposed, the person most deeply torn apart would likely be A-Qing himself.

So Xiao Wu chose to shut up.

She stuffed all that churning unease, anger, and heartache into the deepest part of her heart.

Then, with a light "I don’t mind," she welded the lid shut.

Liu Erlong spoke up immediately after: "I don’t mind either."

Her tone was more crisp and decisive than Xiao Wu’s, even carrying a hint of nonchalance.

Liu Erlong nonchalantly added one more sentence: "A-Qing, I’m not familiar with your Master. Do you think she has ulterior motives toward you?"

She said this very casually, like an elder making a routine inquiry.

But what she really wanted to ask deep down was ten thousand times heavier than these words.

She was already almost certain that there was something twisted and dangerous mixed into that woman’s feelings for A-Qing.

Liu Erlong just wanted to test the waters.

She wanted to see if A-Qing had sensed even the slightest bit of abnormality.

Lin Qingmo heard this, his expression became serious, and he replied without hesitation: "Don’t worry, Teacher Erlong. Sister Donghuang has been helping me Cultivate, healing my wounds, and shielding me from danger countless times since I was six years old."

"She is genuinely good to me; I can stake my life on it."

When he said this, his gaze was clear and firm, without a trace of hesitation.

"..."

Liu Erlong looked into his eyes, which were clean to the point of being almost transparent, and a mixture of complex emotions flooded her heart.

No, A-Qing, you don’t understand at all!

Seeing that soft smile that unconsciously appeared on Lin Qingmo’s face when he mentioned his Master.

The words that had reached her lips were swallowed back down by her, forced back.

Shattering a person’s deepest trust doesn’t require courage.

It requires cruelty.

And she couldn’t be cruel to Lin Qingmo.

Liu Erlong sighed long and deep in her heart, pressing that secret even deeper down.

Forget it.

As long as that woman doesn’t hurt him in the future... let it be.

Dugu Yan, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, Bai Chenxiang, and Ye Lingling—these five girls did not know the deeper hidden circumstances.

But they were not stupid.

Even the most slow-witted among them could smell the unusual atmosphere.

The women reached a silent tacit understanding.

No one mentioned Lin Qingmo’s Master again, and no one pressed further about that kiss.

The wind blew from afar, brushing past everyone’s hair and clothing.

Lin Qingmo looked at the varied expressions of everyone.

For some reason, the wind today seemed a bit colder than usual.

(End of Chapter)

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