Becoming Puppet Emperor of a Paranoid Eunuch - Chapter 140

The master bedroom bed was no longer usable. The boy, who had been dozing off on someone’s shoulder in the bathtub, was carried out, his wet hair and body dried off, and then placed on the soft bed in the guest bedroom.

 

Ning Qinghong’s bathrobe was soaked through, so he changed into a dry snow-white robe, one of the garments that had been freshly dry-cleaned and delivered from the clothing store.

 

Afterward, he took out some clothes from the ones Wu Jing had stuffed into his suitcase before leaving earlier today and returned to the guest bedroom.

 

The boy, who had obediently been lying in bed moments ago, had already curled up on his own, snuggling into the bedding. His face still held a faint flush, his eyelids were damp, and his eyes were slightly swollen from crying, with some residual moisture from before.

 

But he was sleeping sweetly, without any sign of discomfort.

 

His nose was stuffy from crying, so his lips were slightly parted, emitting faint breathing sounds. He was likely too exhausted, his entire body and mind relaxing involuntarily as he sank into the thick, soft mattress of the hotel bed.

 

When Ning Qinghong leaned down to hold him, the sleeping Wu Jing instinctively clung to him, skillfully and dependently burying his face in his embrace.

 

Whether awake or asleep, he always repeated this behavior, forgetting the pain after being fed.

 

Ning Qinghong sat down, placed the clothes aside, and first picked up a pair of skimpy undergarments. He lifted the boy’s exposed legs and, before putting them on, glanced down at that hidden area. After confirming that there was only slight redness and no real injury, he carefully dressed him in the undergarments.

 

He then put on a white short-sleeved shirt before tucking Wu Jing back into the covers.

 

Even in his sleep, Wu Jing was reluctant to let go. As he was laid down, he mumbled discontentedly, as if in a dream, and tried to reach out again, but the moment he moved, his breathing became tinged with a sobbing tone.

 

There was still some lingering discomfort there.

 

Ning Qinghong gently soothed him with a couple of soft words, kissed his brows and eyes, and only then did he get up to clean up the mess outside.

 

Even though the hotel staff would come up to tidy things in the morning, there were things that couldn’t be seen by others.

 

He disinfected the items, wiped up the liquids with tissues, folded the soiled sheets, and called the front desk from the room phone, asking them to take the dirty sheets away for cleaning…

 

After everything was dealt with, he opened the door to the guest bedroom, then slowly closed it again.

 

Soon, the sleeping Wu Jing sensed the warmth beside him in the darkness and, despite the discomfort, instinctively snuggled closer, seeking to be held.

 

The next day, Wu Jing woke up first. Feeling the dryness of his body, he quietly lifted the covers to take a look. Staring at the skimpy undergarments that had somehow appeared on him, he suddenly became fully awake.

 

His mind buzzed, and his face instantly turned red with heat.

 

Although on previous occasions when he fell asleep, Ning Qinghong would also dress him, Wu Jing hadn’t felt too awkward about it since the clothes were unfamiliar.

 

But this was different, especially considering what he was wearing now… it was…

 

After sitting in a daze for a while, Wu Jing started recalling the events of the previous night, and as the realization set in, his emotions began to churn once more.

 

The intense pleasure, just thinking about it, made him shiver involuntarily and swallow hard.

 

He also remembered that everything in his memory had been laid bare to another.

 

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t even notice when the person behind him opened their eyes, until a voice called out, “Wu Wu?” Wu Jing turned his head in a daze.

 

When the other person reached out to him, he instinctively shrank back, his slender fingers swatting away the hand.

 

After hitting him, he froze for a moment.

 

Nervously, Wu Jing swallowed.

 

He scrambled out of bed, barefoot, and ran out the door, stumbling over his words, “I-I… I want to go home!”

 

Ning Qinghong sat up, put away the Western medicine on the bedside table, and walked out slowly, his snow-white robe trailing on the floor, his expression calm.

 

The moment Wu Jing stepped out, he was about to dash into the living room to find his suitcase when he instantly noticed the breakfast spread out on the dining table. His stomach growled audibly.

 

Ning Qinghong poured some warm water, his tone slightly teasing, “How about filling your stomach before leaving, Wu Wu?”

 

Wu Jing instinctively shook his head, warily watching him, but his attitude softened as he carefully asked, “Are you really letting me eat?”

 

Ning Qinghong responded with a smile.

 

A 200,000-yuan-a-night breakfast—Wu Jing couldn’t resist.

 

He skirted around Ning Qinghong to wash up in the bathroom, cautiously keeping half a meter of distance, and once he passed, he sprinted in and quickly shut the door behind him.

 

The master bedroom and bathroom, which had been a mess last night, had returned to their pristine state, just as they had been when they first checked in. After finishing his wash-up, Wu Jing took a long time to mentally prepare before daring to open the door and peek outside.

 

No one was there.

 

Wu Jing poked his head out of the bedroom and vaguely saw a half-silhouetted figure in the living room, silently flipping through a book. On the table, there seemed to be a half-filled glass of warm water and half of a medicine box.

 

It was probably the medicine from yesterday.

 

Wu Jing retreated back into the room, feeling conflicted yet curious, wanting to ask if the medicine had any side effects.

 

His attitude softened a little more.

 

Wu Jing hesitated by the door, pressing his head against the smooth wooden door, feeling light-headed. He carefully opened it, inching his way along the wall to the dining table.

 

At first, he was a bit hungry, daring to enthusiastically scoop up a lot of delicious food. However, after just a few bites, the hunger dissipated, and he lost his appetite.

 

He was still restless.

 

Throughout the meal, Wu Jing was alone. Ning Qinghong, sitting in the living room, merely lowered his brows and did not glance over, not saying a word.

 

It felt as if the young man’s actions were completely neglected.

 

Wu Jing, like a small animal tentatively exploring outside its nest, felt uneasy and uncomfortable being left to his own devices after becoming accustomed to reliance.

 

It was so different from how it was yesterday…

 

He couldn’t help but glance up frequently, thinking he wasn’t noticed, while stealthily watching the other and distractedly poking at the food in his bowl.

 

The food was messed up from his poking, and his mind was preoccupied with wondering if the other person was hungry, why he didn’t come over to eat with him, and whether he should call him. It was quite a dilemma.

 

Was he really going to ignore him?

 

Wu Jing buried his head again and shoveled more food into his mouth.

 

In the end, sticking to the principle of not wasting and valuing food, he finished everything in his bowl, leaving only a small portion of the tastiest food for the other.

 

He left the unappetizing parts after a single bite.

 

After finishing his meal and rinsing his mouth, Wu Jing cautiously moved into the living room. “I-I’m full,” he said nervously, stammering, “I-I’m leaving now?”

 

Ning Qinghong, with no visible expression, simply lifted his eyes slightly and asked gently, “Wu Wu, why not put on your pants and clothes before you go?”

 

Wu Jing looked down and his face turned crimson instantly.

 

He was used to wearing shorts, and since Ning Qinghong had dressed him in a top that covered just part of his thighs last night, it was only now, after being reminded, that he realized he had been walking around with bare legs for most of the day.

 

In a flustered, panicked state, Wu Jing dashed around the person in the living room, rummaged through his suitcase for clothes, and hurriedly returned to the room, slamming the door shut.

 

Not long after, the door was opened again.

 

The suitcase was a 20-inch one, too small to fit bulky clothes. Wu Jing only had the white down jacket and the light blue knitted hat left.

 

He slowly moved to the front door.

 

Counting silently in his mind, he didn’t hear the familiar “wait” from dramas.

 

His hand was on the doorknob, hesitating, and he leaned his head against the door, looking at the floor with a sense of defeat. He turned around, his voice barely audible, “…Why aren’t you changing clothes?”

 

“Brother, aren’t you coming with me?”

 

His face flushed hot, and he felt embarrassed.

 

So quickly making up,

 

and taking the initiative himself.

 

Ning Qinghong smiled lightly and asked softly, “Does Wu Wu not want to leave on his own?”

 

Wu Jing took a while to turn his face away, shaking his head slightly. His voice grew a little louder, still feeling embarrassed and stumbling over his words, “Uh, is it bad to take the medicine on an empty stomach?”

 

“Does it… does it have any effect?”

 

“Are you hungry, Brother?”

 

By the end, his words flowed more smoothly.

 

Ning Qinghong closed the book, stood up, and said, “It was somewhat effective. I slept better last night. I didn’t expect Wu Wu to care about Brother.” He smiled, “I’m done eating.”

 

“Since Wu Wu wants to go home, Brother will naturally go with him.”

 

Ning Qinghong picked up the coat and walked towards him.

 

Wu Jing’s eyes brightened, and he turned around, mumbling hopefully, “You can come to my house for a meal.” After finishing, he curiously continued to turn the doorknob, muttering to himself, “Why won’t it open?”

 

The voice, seemingly from nowhere, sounded right next to him. Ning Qinghong, who had approached silently, said softly, “Because this door was locked by Brother.”

 

“Wu Wu naturally can’t open it.”

 

Wu Jing froze, feeling a shiver run down his spine, his whole body tensing, his fingers trembling on the doorknob.

 

Ning Qinghong chuckled softly, “Wu Wu made the right choice. Why are you shaking?” His voice was very gentle, “Brother has given Wu Wu many opportunities.”

 

With a tender gesture, Ning Qinghong’s long fingers moved past the young man, almost lovingly. He slowly unlocked the door, opening it wide.

 

He let Wu Jing see the open door, unobstructed, and in a tone that seemed completely indifferent, he gently asked, “Wasn’t Wu Wu going to leave?”

 

He half-smiled and spoke softly, “Why aren’t you leaving?”