Chapter 1026 - 374: I Was Forcefully Kissed!?

Fang Qingyu looked at the way she was right now.

The corners of his mouth also unconsciously hooked up.

His body, which had been leaning on the edge of the bed, straightened.

He reached out and, with utter naturalness, gently ruffled the crimson long hair spread across her pillow, his movements soft.

"It’s good you’re awake."

His voice was low and warm, carrying a hint of relief.

"What happened this time? How did you suddenly again..."

His gaze fell on her fully grown, mature feminine figure and contours.

The words trailed off.

But the doubt was already clearly written in his eyes.

The smile on Jiang Wei’s face faded a little, tinged with a hint of uncertainty.

She tilted her head slightly, as if sorting through the chaotic fragments of memory in her mind.

"It should be that she came to see me."

"She?"

Fang Qingyu’s star-like eyes instantly stilled.

That "she" naturally referred to the Drought Fiend.

"Mm."

Jiang Wei nodded, keenly catching the fleeting emotion in Fang Qingyu’s eyes.

She immediately reached out.

Lightly covered the back of his hand resting by the bed.

The warm, soft touch carried a soothing intent.

"But it seems she wasn’t trying to harm me."

Jiang Wei’s voice was very soft, yet very certain.

Her clear red pupils met Fang Qingyu’s gaze head-on.

"A lot of my memories have come back now. She came to help catalyze the Power of Reincarnation that’s accumulated inside me."

"This Power has always been slowly releasing from deep within my body. She used some method to speed up the process, that’s why I could grow up so quickly."

She paused, saw Fang Qingyu’s brows still slightly furrowed, and added, "By digesting this portion of the Power of Reincarnation, my Power is also rapidly recovering and growing. For me, this really isn’t a bad thing."

Fang Qingyu listened in silence.

His thumb unconsciously rubbed Jiang Wei’s smooth hand back.

What Jiang Wei said.

Basically matched the words of the mysterious elder Hong Qitian had brought last time.

This move by the Drought Fiend did seem to be helping Jiang Wei regain her Power more quickly.

But Fang Qingyu couldn’t stop two doubts from rising in his heart.

First, from the moment they stepped onto the Arctic soil.

Jiang Wei had stayed practically glued to his side.

And she’d always remained within the Arctic Great Wall, with Hong Qitian personally overseeing things.

How had the Drought Fiend slipped in without God or ghost noticing?

And how had she found and approached Jiang Wei?

There was no way Hong Qitian hadn’t noticed.

Unless... he’d tacitly allowed it, or even taken part in it.

And yesterday outside the Great Wall, the one who’d sent him the paper note should also have been the Drought Fiend...

What was that woman playing at!?

According to Da Lei, the Drought Fiend was Jiang Wei’s most loyal Guardian, so the Drought Fiend wouldn’t do anything to hurt Jiang Wei—this much Fang Qingyu knew.

Choosing to stand on the Life Ghost’s side was also to borrow the Life Ghost’s Power to resist the Gods.

This much Fang Qingyu could just barely understand.

But now Old Man Hong had let the Drought Fiend in, and the Drought Fiend had even warned him, shown him goodwill...

That part was somewhat intriguing.

"Qingzi?"

Jiang Wei’s voice pulled him back from his churning thoughts.

She had clearly sensed the fluctuation in his emotions.

She tightened her grip on Fang Qingyu’s hand: "I can feel that she’s very calm, without malice, truly."

Fang Qingyu took a deep breath, forcibly pressing down the doubts in his chest.

There was no point in tangling himself up in this right now.

The most important thing was that the person in front of him was safe and sound.

He turned his hand, fully enclosing Jiang Wei’s slightly cool fingers in his warm palm.

The corners of his mouth once again curved into a gentle arc.

"Mm, as long as she’s not hurting you, that’s good." Fang Qingyu’s voice returned to calm. "Get up and eat. You haven’t had anything for a whole day and night. Aren’t you hungry?"

"Hungry!"

Jiang Wei nodded at once, brows and eyes arching.

She flung back the covers and hopped lightly off the bed.

Only then did Fang Qingyu notice that she was already dressed in a clean combat uniform. The size fit perfectly; it was clearly prepared with Su Wanqing and the others’ help.

Her crimson long hair had been casually gathered up by her.

Tied into a neat ponytail.

Revealing a smooth forehead and graceful neckline.

The next second, Jiang Wei very naturally reached out and wrapped her arms tightly around Fang Qingyu’s.

The feel against his arm was warm and soft.

It made Fang Qingyu’s body tense, just barely perceptibly.

Jiang Wei had always clung to him, but she’d rarely made such intimate gestures.

Now that Jiang Wei had grown again, she’d already reached up to Fang Qingyu’s shoulder.

A full one-seventy in height, her figure tall and slender.

"What’s wrong?"

Seeing Fang Qingyu pause mid-step, Jiang Wei looked over with a hint of probing in her gaze and asked openly.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, but there was no trace of evasiveness in her eyes.

Instead, she held onto his arm even more tightly.

Fang Qingyu looked at her frank, slightly stubborn demeanor, and that subtle strangeness in his heart instantly melted into a soft helplessness.

He shook his head with a bemused smile: "It’s nothing. Come on, let’s go down and eat."

He let her cling to his arm.

The two of them walked side by side toward the door.

They had only made it halfway down the stairs.

In the living room, Su Wanqing, who was setting out bowls and chopsticks, and Lu Jiuyuan, seated at the table, both looked up at the same time.

When they saw the two descending side by side on the stairs.

Especially when they saw Jiang Wei tightly clutching Fang Qingyu’s arm, half her body practically leaning against his in that intimate posture...

Clack!

The electronic pen in Lu Jiuyuan’s hand dropped onto the blueprint.

It made a crisp sound.

His mouth fell slightly open, eyes round as saucers.

The usual calm composure was utterly gone, leaving only blank stupefaction.

The small dish in Su Wanqing’s hands also froze midair.

She was stunned at first, then a flash of sudden understanding swiftly passed through her gentle almond eyes.

And was immediately replaced by a dense, unrestrainedly mischievous smile.

Her gaze swept back and forth between Fang Qingyu’s slightly helpless yet indulgent expression and Jiang Wei’s open, affectionate posture.