The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity
Chapter 379 - 377: The Delicate Wife is in My Arms, Yet There’s Nothing I Can Do!

Chapter 379: Chapter 377: The Delicate Wife is in My Arms, Yet There’s Nothing I Can Do!

Murong Qi climbed up in disarray and quickly ran back to her room. She had become the laughing stock of the entire hotel, and someone had even posted her photo on a local entertainment website.

After returning to her room, she realized that the window hadn’t shattered, but just opened a crack, with the cold wind howling outside and not a shadow of a snake to be seen.

Everything just now seemed like an illusion, as if it had never happened.

Until her phone rang.

"Murong, are you okay?"

The caller was Jesida. After he ran away naked, he thought something was wrong and called Murong Qi,

"Where are you? How could you just leave me and run away wah wah wah!"

As Murong Qi thought of those people’s looks, she couldn’t help but break down in tears.

Although she didn’t understand Thai and relied entirely on Jesida’s translations to get by, the contempt in those people’s expressions made it easy for her to guess what they were saying.

"I’m sorry, I’m coming back to find you right now!"

Jesida apologized repeatedly and later climbed back through the window into their room.

He held Murong Qi and comforted her for a long time, thinking about the giant snake he had just seen, he still felt a bit of lingering fear, not understanding why he had attracted such a creature.

"What was that snake...all about?"

Murong Qi asked, shivering in his embrace.

"It might just be some deceitful little tricks," Jesida said hesitantly. "It should be like the small tricks I’ve shown you before. Everyone here knows some."

"This place is really too weird. I’ve heard that some people from our country come here to ask for little ghosts so that they can get promoted and get rich. Is that true?"

"It’s true; Buddha charms are very effective."

"What if the little ghost turns on you? Isn’t that terrifying?"

"If it backfires, it could very well devour its owner. If you have any wishes, I can take you to our Ghost Mother Temple.

You just need to pay a sincere tribute, and your wishes can be fulfilled without any risk of backfiring."

"Ghost Mother Temple? That sounds even scarier than a Buddha charm."

"It’s quite common here. You can think of it like the Buddhist temples in your country. But the Ghost Mother Temple is hard to find. Only those with destiny can visit.

We’ve encountered such odd incidents; we can ask the Ghost Mother to help us remove the Evil Object."

"Then let’s go pay a visit. I don’t want to run into weird things again!"

Thinking about what had just happened, Murong Qi still felt a tingling on her scalp.

How come such a large shadow of a snake and so many little snakes crawling on her left no trace at all, as if she had seen an illusion?

But Jesida saw it too, so it definitely wasn’t her fault!

"All things have spirits; it might be that we have carelessly offended the Snake God."

Jesida continued to comfort Murong Qi, "The Evil Mother is powerful and has many offerings in the Human World. We’ll ask her to greet the Snake God, so we won’t be troubled."

Murong had known before that the people here were particularly superstitious about ghosts and deities. She didn’t believe it, but after experiencing such a bizarre event today, she was tormented by anxiety and couldn’t help but believe!

The two lay down tremulously, planning to go to the Ghost Mother Temple for a tribute the next day.

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Tengshe cast an Illusion Technique, and when he saw Murong Qi run out of the room bare-skinned, he retracted the illusion and returned to the Contract Space with a giggly smile.

Qin Zhao didn’t pay attention to Tengshe’s behavior.

Since Tengshe had awakened, he wouldn’t always stay in the Contract Space.

If he had a strong emotional fluctuation, like murderous intent or rage, Qin Zhao would be able to feel it, and with a single thought, she could summon the little "milk baby" back to her side.

The large and the small one had made a mess of Murong Qi behind Qin Zhao’s back.

Chu Yan returned to his room without mentioning the incident and went to bathe first.

After showering, he came out wearing his own white bathrobe, with the belt loosely tied at the side, his hair wet, holding a towel to dry it.

With the crossed collar of the bathrobe, one could see the delicate and fair clavicles, followed by perfectly muscled contours.

Through the mist of the steaming bath, his cool eyes looked moist, with a slight redness around the rims.

"Have you had your fill of looking?"

Chu Yan stepped forward, propping his hand on the headboard, looking down at Qin Zhao from above.

When he had come out of the bathroom just now, Qin Zhao had been staring at him without blinking.

Qin Zhao raised her eyebrows and reached out to pull at his belt, "I haven’t had enough."

If this had been before, Chu Yan would have stripped off immediately, letting her have a good look all night.

But now, he swatted away Qin Zhao’s hand, fastened his belt, and adjusted the collar of his robe, saying seriously, "I’ve just recovered from a cold, lately... lately it’s not advisable to have sex."

"Oh." Qin Zhao said, smiling, "So, are you going to sleep on the floor, or with me?"

He was silent for a long time, begrudgingly admitting, "I’ll sleep on the floor."

Qin Zhao had brought her storage bag, which contained new bedding.

Now, she took out a set for Chu Yan and let him make his own bed on the floor.

As a result, at bedtime, he tossed and turned on the floor for hours, unable to fall asleep.

In the wee hours around 2 a.m., Chu Yan suddenly sat up on the floor, his gaze fixed on Qin Zhao on the bed.

From his own suitcase, he dug out a newly bought box of condoms.

Holding the box in his hand, he was torn with inner conflict, even deforming the box as he gripped it.

To do it, or not to do it?

Better to hold back.

Maybe after three months, the result would show he wasn’t infected, and he could continue a shameless, happy life with Qin Zhao.

But if he was indeed infected and there was an issue with the condoms, wouldn’t that harm Qin Zhao?

Chu Yan gritted his teeth and put the box away again.

He threw himself back into his bedding, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Oh god, he thought, this life was more unbearable than death.

"Why haven’t you slept yet?"

Qin Zhao’s lazy voice came from the bed.

"I can’t sleep."

His voice was muffled, and there was a feeling of teeth grinding.

If he found out who had orchestrated this, he would make sure that person suffered a fate worse than death!

The last moments of his life, without Qin Zhao’s kisses and cuddles, what was the point of living? This kind of endurance was the cruelest torture in the world!

If he’d never slept with Qin Zhao to begin with, it might be okay; after all, he’d been single for many years.

But now! He had a gentle wife in his arms, and she was always seducing him! And he could do nothing!

"Why can’t you sleep?"

"I miss you..."

"I am right here."

Chu Yan pulled up the quilt, covering himself up, feeling a strong urge to cry.

After a moment, there was a tugging at the edge of the quilt, and suddenly there was a warm, soft body in his arms, Qin Zhao breathing softly in his ear, "Do you still miss me like this?"

"..."

Chu Yan’s body went stiff, his hands uncertain where to place them.

"Qin Zhao, don’t do this."

His voice was low, with a hint of huskiness.

"Then I’ll go back to my own bedding."

As Qin Zhao got up to leave, his hands firmly pressed against her small waist, dragging her back.

"Don’t go..."

He held her from behind, his body burning hot.