Becoming Puppet Emperor of a Paranoid Eunuch - Chapter 142

The young man was lost and confused, completely unaware of his identity or whereabouts, his mind only fixated on the means of release promised by the other person. He muttered incoherently, not even knowing what he was doing.

He hadn’t heard anything about a bunny tail.

Ning Qinghong held him again, removing the jeweled rubber object, and gently kissed him to soothe him.

Wu Jing’s mouth was wide open, completely mute, and after a long time, he suddenly cried out, “Lies, lies…”

He was full of grievances and despair.

“You promised, I… I want to be…”

The young man could barely form a complete sentence, his words fragmented by his sobs.

Ning Qinghong softly said, “Didn’t brother just remove it?”

He kissed the back of Wu Jing’s neck.

Wu Jing was crying so much that he almost choked on his own saliva. After a while, he struggled, holding back tears and whimpering, with his mouth open and saliva sticking to his lips. His eyes were unfocused, clearly showing a near-dazed expression.

However, each time after it ended, besides the intense crying and some redness and swelling in the area, the marks on Wu Jing’s body were minimal—no significant bruises or painful marks were left. 

Ning Qinghong held him carefully, only holding him close and letting Wu Jing rest his head on his shoulder to calm down. He patted Wu Jing’s back gently and placed light kisses on his face and neck.

Wu Jing continued to make small crying sounds, his body shivering intermittently. After a long while, he finally quieted down.

Ning Qinghong chuckled softly, “Shall I give Wu Wu a kiss?”

Wu Jing, still affected by the lingering sensations, shook his head with wet eyes and turned his face away. “Lies, lies…”

Ning Qinghong kissed the corner of Wu Jing’s eye, saying, “Alright, Wu Wu still needs to go home. Brother will help Wu Wu get cleaned up. It’s time for lunch.”

Is it already lunchtime? It felt like he had just had breakfast a moment ago.

Wu Jing’s stomach audibly rumbled, showing that he was genuinely hungry, while he felt the liquid sliding down his relaxed legs, drop by drop.

Tears continued to fall down his face, leaving his face streaked with tear marks.

Ning Qinghong’s palm held Wu Jing’s soft flesh and his legs, seemingly indifferent to the wet and slippery feeling in his hand.

Wu Jing, feeling a bit embarrassed, moved awkwardly, trying to shift away.

Ning Qinghong intended to carry him to the bathroom in the guest room. With one hand holding the door open, Wu Jing’s movements required Ning Qinghong to gently say, “Wu Wu, be good and sit still.”

Wu Jing had no choice but to sit firmly in Ning Qinghong’s hands, his soft flesh spilling through his fingers, dripping with water.

Ning Qinghong filled the bathtub with water. Once the tub was full, he placed Wu Jing, who was still dazed from the kisses, into the tub.

One of Wu Jing’s legs hung over the edge of the tub while the other was lifted up by Ning Qinghong. His face was flushed, his eyes swollen from crying, and he closed his eyes tightly, his slender fingers gripping the edges of the tub.

He turned his face away, too scared to look.

Ning Qinghong remained composed, softly coaxing him, guiding him, and letting the water flow in while gently touching him.

Wu Jing whimpered, nearly slipping to the bottom of the tub, and was gently lifted out. He cried out as he released more water, cleaning the remaining residue from the depths.

He was lifted again, and after a clean bath with fragrant shower gel, he was wrapped in a bathrobe and carried out, feeling soft and warm like a puddle. His body was so relaxed that he could barely move and was wrapped up warmly in a blanket.

After Ning Qinghong cleaned up the bathroom and came out, he saw Wu Jing curled up, half of his face buried in the blanket, deeply engrossed in his phone.

Wu Jing was replying to messages from his family, telling his parents he would have dinner with a friend he met yesterday.

He was also watching funny short videos on a popular app, occasionally laughing quietly, his eyes squinting with amusement.

He had clearly recovered.

Ning Qinghong, wearing a bathrobe, picked up the landline in the master bedroom and asked the staff to deliver lunch. He then tidied up the mess in the master bedroom.

Finally, he made a call to the clothing store from yesterday, giving them an address to deliver the purchased clothes.

Wu Jing turned over, put down his phone, and asked, “Brother, what are we having for lunch?”

Ning Qinghong picked him up, speaking softly, “Brother has arranged for everything to be brought over. Someone will come in a while. Wu Wu should get dressed first.”

Wu Jing replied softly, “Alright.”

He changed into a new short-sleeve shirt and shorts, with clean arms and legs, without any visible kiss marks.

He then asked Ning Qinghong to carry him to the living room to watch TV, covering himself with a small blanket, searching for a good movie, and hoping to watch it with his brother.

The evening settled on a horror movie, typical of someone with a high tolerance for fear.

Lunch arrived at the hotel quickly, as instructed by Ning Qinghong, and was laid out on the living room table.

When the movie started, Wu Jing threw down the remote and buried himself in Ning Qinghong’s arms, becoming distracted from eating. He would take a bite, then cover his eyes and peek cautiously at the screen.

Ning Qinghong sighed, “Supernatural forces and ghosts are all baseless,” and the movie’s gory scenes were nothing compared to what happened in the Inner Court. He remained calm and unaffected, eating as usual.

Wu Jing, curious, looked at Ning Qinghong’s expression. “Brother, you’re really not scared?”

Ning Qinghong smiled, “Brother only knows that if Wu Wu doesn’t eat properly, he won’t get to watch anymore.”

Wu Jing pouted in dissatisfaction but still obeyed and ate his meal.

Every time a terrifying scream or scary music came from the TV, Wu Jing would immediately bury his head, focusing intently on his food and eating with his ears shut.

Ning Qinghong chuckled softly, a bit helplessly, “It’s over now.”

Only then did Wu Jing dare to lift his head and continue watching.

After Ning Qinghong finished his meal slowly, he had the staff clean up, and the living room lights were turned off, leaving only the TV’s flickering light.

Wu Jing snuggled into Ning Qinghong’s arms, covered with a small blanket, feeling scared and gradually dozing off, eventually falling into a peaceful sleep.

In the dark, Ning Qinghong turned off the TV and closed his eyes, holding Wu Jing close.

About an hour later, around four in the afternoon, Wu Jing was woken up, feeling groggy as he was helped to change clothes and slowly came to his senses.

Wu Jing checked his phone and was led out by Ning Qinghong. Once in the car, he leaned against him, gazing out the window in a daze, until the car stopped at a pharmacy, where Ning Qinghong went in alone.

Wu Jing tried to follow but was stopped and had to wait obediently, watching Ning Qinghong’s back with curiosity.

Ning Qinghong returned with a bag after a brief conversation with the store clerk.

Wu Jing asked with concern, “Is brother sick?”

Ning Qinghong replied softly, “It’s some anti-swelling ointment.”

Wu Jing’s face turned bright red instantly, and he pretended to be indifferent, looking out the window.

After about half an hour, they arrived home.

Since Wu Jing had informed them in advance, the housekeeper had been preparing a grand meal since three o’clock, and they wouldn’t be ready to eat until around five or six.

Tomorrow would be the last day.

Wu Jing sat beside his mother with some reluctance and a bit of a downcast mood, but he still tried to smile and cut some fruit for everyone.

He had to return sooner or later. He couldn’t stay here.

As his brother had said, if he didn’t return, no one could predict how long he would live. One day here equaled a month there, and if he stayed, he would only live for three years at most.

Wu Jing was uncertain about how his body would be after returning, and he might have another version of himself with his parents. To avoid this, he hoped his parents wouldn’t worry about him and could have another child.

Lost in thought, he was distracted by his father’s sighs and realized they were playing Go.

Seeing his father’s frustrated position, he said, “Let’s play again.”

Ning Qinghong smiled and said, “I’ll yield.”

At six o’clock, dinner was finally served at the Wu family’s house. The main dish was chicken soup hotpot, along with some meat and fish, but with a lighter flavor.

Wu Jing’s father even brought out some prized white wine, pouring a few small cups.

Ning Qinghong drank it as if it were water, showing no change in his demeanor.

Even Wu Jing’s mother, usually a strong presence at various banquets and parties, was surprised. She, who cared deeply for Wu Jing, drank two small cups, smiling lightly and chatting. Eventually, she waved her hand, admitting that she had reached her limit.

Ning Qinghong remained composed, not even glancing over, his voice extremely soft. “Wu Wu.”

Wu Jing froze, retracting his hand that had secretly reached for the wine, trying to lower his head and act as if nothing had happened.

However, his mother’s keen eyes noticed and commented.

Wu Jing, feeling embarrassed, spoke a few soft words of apology and then sulkily kicked Ning Qinghong’s shin under the table.

Ning Qinghong turned slightly and smiled.

Wu Jing swallowed hard and stopped moving, feeling apprehensive.