The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 232 - 231: Misfortune Comes Easily Upon Meeting

Chapter 232: Chapter 231: Misfortune Comes Easily Upon Meeting

Si Yuting!

Qu Tong didn’t rush to check the message, instead she wondered if Yuting came for the Special Grade Potion as well?

Qu Tong’s gaze merely lingered for four or five seconds, but as perceptive as Si Yuting was, he still noticed.

The calm yet sharp glint in Yuting’s eyes swept over to her, then moved to the bracelet on Qu Tong’s wrist.

Her identity was clear at a glance.

Si Yuting quickly withdrew his gaze and left as if nothing had happened.

Qu Tong narrowed her eyes, sneering. He clearly recognized her but still pretended not to.

Qu Tong waited until the person left before opening her light brain.

[I’m off today, I’m fine, don’t worry.]

Typically uninteresting.

At least he was honest, didn’t deceive her, otherwise she’d have to make him take a photo and send it over.

Si Yuting and she were walking the same direction, Qu Tong lifted her feet and followed behind him.

Halfway there, she heard someone calling her and turned her head to see Feng Lin, who was not disguised and only wore a mask.

Qu Tong stopped and gently stroked the jade bracelet on her wrist, quite helplessly.

It wasn’t that no one else wore bracelets, and there were women with silver-dyed hair too, but put together, anyone slightly familiar with her could easily recognize her.

Too bad Qingmu couldn’t leave her side, nor could it morph into something else, and the bracelet was the only successful experiment after many attempts.

Feng Lin glanced towards the direction of the fighting arena, a trace of combativeness in his eyes, "Would Miss Jun Li like to give it a try?"

Qu Tong didn’t want to perform in front of so many people, so she had to ditch Feng Lin again.

Feng Lin didn’t mind and said, "If Miss Jun Li has time, she is welcome to visit me at the Sixth Army Corps anytime."

"Definitely." Qu Tong felt obligated to respond, after all, she was the one who had agreed in the first place.

Feng Lin watched a few matches with Qu Tong, then was called away by his subordinates.

Qu Tong checked her light brain; Yu Yao hadn’t messaged her yet, Old Yuan was still not awake, so she planned to watch a little longer.

There were not only people from the Canaan Empire here, but also from the other two countries, with different attack methods, Qu Tong was somewhat interested.

The fighting arena was similar to the Underground Fighting Arena on Capital Star but more chaotic and mixed.

Here, most of those who went on stage did so to win money, because winning a match could earn 100,000 Star Coins, and there were also various sizes of betting houses under the stage.

Qu Tong had no interest in betting, but during the intermission, she noticed that Si Yuting had left through the emergency exit following someone who had just come down from the ring.

Qu Tong thought for a second and followed as well.

She then saw Si Yuting pin the person to the ground, with Feng Lin and Feng Haoran also present.

Really diligent, even here they didn’t forget to catch criminals, she started to suspect their presence wasn’t for the auction, but for some secret mission.

Qu Tong was just about to turn back when a gunshot rang out from the fighting arena, followed by chaos and mayhem.

A swarm of people surged towards the emergency exit, Qu Tong was quick and stepped out the door, standing aside with Si Yuting and the others.

But something unknown happened inside; too many people rushed out too quickly.

Someone bumped into her from behind, Qu Tong deftly dodged to the side, staggering a bit, and her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of Si Yuting next to her. She instinctively reached out to support herself.

But, unexpectedly, her hand met air, and that led her to lose her balance and fall to the ground, a sharp pain shooting from her ankle.

F*ck me!

"Hisss!" Qu Tong winced in pain.

"Miss Jun Li, are you alright?" Feng Lin handed the criminal over to Feng Haoran and helped Qu Tong up from the ground, being very measured to only touch her hand and shoulder.

"I’m fine," Qu Tong gave Feng Lin a grateful smile.

Then she turned to Si Yuting, her face dark under the mask, and said sarcastically, "Admiral, was it really necessary to do that for a favor?"

Fine my foot, her foot was hurting badly now, and she wouldn’t recover without lying in a Healing Chamber for a day or two.

If Si Yuting had not dodged, she would have just held his arm, no big deal.

It’s not like she threw herself into his arms, making it look like she was trying to take advantage of him.

After all, they were acquaintances who had met a few times before, even ones with business interests in common.

If only she had known better than to offer her help, it was better to damage her image than to get hurt.

Si Yuting furrowed his brows and said coldly, "Sorry."

Listening to Si Yuting’s unrepentant tone of false contrition, Qu Tong couldn’t help but seethe.

She never got decent treatment in front of Si Yuting—encountering him always led to bad luck—poisonous.

Qu Tong clenched her teeth tightly, glaring at Si Yuting, "Aren’t you afraid I will cut off the potion supply for your Legion?"

Si Yuting’s eyebrows knitted even tighter, his eyes betraying his thoughts behind the mask after a long moment, he said:

"This was my personal action, unrelated to the Legion. If Miss Jun Li seeks compensation or someone to blame, she may come to me personally."

Si Yuting’s statement was powerful and clear, which made her seem unreasonable by comparison.

Qu Tong watched Si Yuting for a long while, biting her lip and then releasing it.

Though she was upset, she couldn’t remain angry, maintaining a distance from other women was also a way of showing responsibility towards her.

With a snort, Qu Tong politely declined Feng Lin’s kind intentions and turned to leave. She needed to ask Old Yuan if she could get another Healing Chamber to use; otherwise, not only would it be inconvenient, but returning to school might also blow her cover.

By this time, the crowd had mostly dispersed, and the announcement was broadcasting that the troublemaker had been caught and the auction’s security team was restoring order.

Feng Lin turned back to look at Si Yuting’s unmoved figure and teased, "Marshal Si is still as aloof from women as ever."

He couldn’t criticize Si Yuting for possibly taking it too far; everyone had their own principles, and besides, this woman-averse Admiral was actually very indulgent towards his own wife.

"But uncle, wasn’t Miss Jun Li even closer to you just now?" Feng Haoran’s puzzled words suddenly interjected.

Feng Lin spread his hands, who knew.

Yet, Si Yuting glanced at Feng Haoran, his eyes grew slightly darker.

*

Qu Tong returned to Old Yuan’s room, where he was energetically assessing potions.

Noticing something off about Qu Tong’s walk, he gloated, "Wow, did you enjoy your stroll outside so much that you wore out your leg?"

Qu Tong glared at Old Yuan, too annoyed to respond to his taunt, and plopped down on the sofa, saying sulkily, "Can you help me borrow a Healing Chamber? I need to return to school tomorrow."

"Young girls nowadays are so precious," Old Yuan complained, though he pragmatically started looking for someone on his light-brain computer.

Qu Tong picked up the strawberries she had sent to the table and started eating, the sweetness spreading in her mouth made her feel a bit better.

While responding to messages on his light-brain, Old Yuan mentioned to Qu Tong, "By the way, my former boss wants to meet you, are you interested?"

Qu Tong raised an eyebrow, "The mastermind behind the auction?"

"Yep, you could meet him, Emperor Changxin is quite a looker, on par with Si Yuting."

Qu Tong: "..."

So, this was payback, huh?