The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 238 - 237 Finding an Excuse to Vent

Chapter 238: Chapter 237 Finding an Excuse to Vent

"I just noticed you seemed tense, so I asked casually."

Si Yuting handled it indifferently, and stepped onto the spacecraft, passing Qu Tong.

Qu Tong followed behind, her elegant eyebrows furrowing and then relaxing.

She felt somewhat apprehensive, uncertain if Si Yuting had noticed anything.

But Si Yuting’s expression was too normal, betraying nothing.

Si Yuting stopped at the entrance, replacing the Energy Stone for the flyer.

Qu Tong’s gaze landed on Si Yuting’s hand resting on the doorknob, her thoughts quickly turning.

As she walked past, she deliberately tripped herself, employing the same trick again by reaching out to steady herself.

Sure enough, Si Yuting withdrew his hand, looking at her with an inexplicably cold gaze.

Qu Tong grabbed the handle to stabilize herself, breathing a sigh of relief.

Pinning her hair behind one ear, she didn’t forget to tease, "Admiral, do you treat your wife this way at home, too?"

Si Yuting laughed, his tone cold and distant, "That doesn’t seem to be related to Miss Jun Li."

Qu Tong tilted her chin up, "How is it not? If you treat my good sister with such detachment, I’ll have to urge her to divorce you sooner."

"To inherit all my wealth upon divorcing?"

Qu Tong: "..."

His tone made it seem as if she was the one corrupting his wife.

"My good sister is wealthy beyond measure, what would she want with your little bit?"

"Hmm."

"..."

*

After stepping off the flyer, Qu Tong gazed as Si Yuting’s black warplane disappeared from sight.

It was only then that Qu Tong turned on her light computer, reading the message from Si Yuting: "I’m returning to Capital Star, will arrive around 8 p.m."

Unfortunately, she had class tomorrow.

Of course, she couldn’t respond to the message that way.

She would need to find a tactful excuse for replying so late, then flirt with a straightforward line, and finally express regret that she wouldn’t be going back.

Perfect!

Si Yuting’s response was as succinct as ever: "Okay."

Qu Tong gritted her teeth, turned off the light computer, and headed back to school.

Once back at the dormitory, she took a bath.

After sitting in the flyer all day, and with Si Yuting not allowing her to lie down, she felt her bones were falling apart.

She chose a piece of light music at random and started doing yoga.

Ever since her physical condition had mostly recovered, she’d been running and practicing yoga in a rather hit-or-miss fashion.

The moves she performed were simple, intended merely to stretch her muscles; she didn’t even break a sweat and went to sleep as soon as she turned off the lights after finishing.

Ten minutes later, Qu Tong sat up, turned on the light.

No good!

She had to go home.

Otherwise, with this feeling of unease inside her, she wouldn’t be able to sleep.

*

In the middle of the night, Si Yuting half-smiled helplessly as he embraced the little greedy cat that had wriggled into his arms.

The girl was slightly cool to the touch, but her breath against his neck was warm.

"Your Highness, surprise!"

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The soft, cooing whispers trailed from behind her ear, tickling down her body.

With a light hum from his throat, Si Yuting grabbed the restless hand and pinned it to his chest.

Qu Tong stubbornly reached her delicate and boneless hand toward his waist, but at least she didn’t attempt to sneak it under his clothes this time.

"Mmm."

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The next morning, Qu Tong got up earlier than Si Yuting for the first time, hurrying to school for classes.

At seven o’clock sharp, Si Yuting got up on time, trained, and washed up.

His brand-new military uniform outlined his trim figure, and though it was a standard issue, it didn’t look stiff on Si Yuting, but instead emphasized his solemnity and might.

Gazing at the mirror, Si Yuting saw bite marks that couldn’t be hidden by his uniform collar and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

If kisses failed, she resorted to biting, getting better at giving him trouble.

That bite was harsh as if intentionally taking out her frustrations on him.

A sigh laced with silent indulgence, he pulled up his collar slightly and buttoned up his smart-collar before heading out the door.

Nodding off during theory classes after a late night and early morning was inevitable. As Qu Tong watched Zhu Jidan, tirelessly lecturing on stage, she felt as if she had committed sins not just in her last life, but the life before that.

Class had barely ended when Fei Wenxing, jubilant, began to dance with joy, as if she had found a kindred spirit. "Tong, did you also stay up late watching dramas last night? The new series is so good, I’ll recommend it to you."

Cheng Yao’s eyes also held a curious light, "Tong, weren’t you determined to be a good student? Spill the beans, did you get up to something shady last night?"

Besieged by their back-and-forth banter, Qu Tong replied irritably, "Last night, I went to dig up your ancestors’ graves."

Then she buried her head in her arms, leaving them with the back of her head.

"Hey, why is Tong cursing at us?" Fei Wenxing felt implicated and glared at Cheng Yao.

Rong Yueqing, knowing that Qu Tong had been tired these past two days, crossed her arms and whispered, "Both of you shut up. You two are the loudest in the class, don’t disturb the Prince Consort Sister while she’s sleeping."

The two could only lower their voices and move elsewhere to gossip.

*

Si Yuting entered the Imperial Palace.

Wen Xingzong of the Fourth Army Corps had entered the palace the night before to demand justice for his son.

Wen You and Feng Haoran hadn’t arrived yet, and Si Yuting and Wen Xingzong sat on opposite sides, neither acknowledging the other.

Wen Xingzong’s square-jawed face was clearly displeased, though grief was scarce, while Si Yuting’s expression remained cool and indifferent as if detached from the situation.

Everyone present knew there was a longstanding grudge between Si Yuting and Wen Xingzong over the affair with Wen You.

Initially, Wen Xingzong intended for Wen You to join his legion after graduation. With Wen You’s SS-rank spiritual power, he could skip basic training and start as a junior officer, gradually becoming his right-hand man.

Unexpectedly, Si Yuting intervened, recruiting him to the First Army Corps.

And that rebellious Wen You even agreed to it, preferring to start from the lowest rank in the First Army Corps rather than work under his father.

Seeing Wen You climb from a lowly private to a major in charge of tens of thousands of soldiers in just five years, Wen Xingzong rued letting such an asset slip through his fingers because of Si Yuting.

Shortly after, Wen You and Feng Haoran arrived together.

From the moment he walked in, Wen You did not glance at Wen Xingzong and stood directly behind Si Yuting.

The autopsy results for Wen Zong were in, revealing that his Spirit Sea had been forcibly destroyed, not all at once, but bit by bit with solidified spiritual threads, making it clear that this was no accidental death.

The prime suspect was Jun Li, who had conflicts with Wen Zong, and her strength was certainly up to the task.

However, there was no evidence; on the contrary, she had an alibi.

With Wen Zong dead, if the murderer couldn’t be found, the matter would have to be suppressed, with at best some compensation from the school.

The meeting went back and forth with still no leads, and while Feng Haoran and Si Yuting, who had been to E12 Star, remained mostly silent.

All because of Si Yuting’s statement, "Based on the current evidence, this matter is unrelated to Miss Jun Li."

Wen You’s father grew restless, "I had people ask Chen Erhu and others who were with him, my son had no conflict with anyone else. If not her, then who else could it be?"

"Well, that’s not certain. Who knows what kind of powerful figure your foolish son offended? Do you think just anyone can materialize their spiritual power?" retorted Wen You sarcastically.

She had already asked Tong, and of course, she believed her good sister.

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