Can a System Have Bad Intentions? - Chapter 68

Footsteps echoed down the hallway, gradually getting closer.

 

 

 

Qin Mo took a deep breath, his face darkening as he placed his hand on the doorframe, ready to yank the door open the moment Lu Tang knocked.

 

 

 

He was determined to teach this little fool a lesson.

 

 

 

He had kindly accompanied her back to the county, yet he hadn’t received a single word of gratitude. He hadn’t even eaten, and the shortie hadn’t come to check on him.

 

 

 

He had never seen anyone so ungrateful!

 

 

 

The footsteps grew louder and louder…

 

 

 

Qin Mo held his breath, preparing himself.

 

 

 

Click!

 

The door next door opened.

 

 

 

Bang!

 

The door next door closed.

 

 

 

The footsteps faded away.

 

 

 

Qin Mo: !

 

A surge of anger welled up inside him.

 

 

 

The shortie had gone back to her room?

 

 

 

She had just gone back to her room? Didn’t even care if he had eaten?

 

 

 

Wasn’t she supposed to worship him? Didn’t she say being friends with him was like a river flowing endlessly?

 

 

 

This?

 

 

 

Song Qingzhan, who had been watching Qin’s irritated figure, rolled his eyes, “Lord Qin, what are you doing up so late?”

 

 

 

Qin Mo kicked the door shut and turned to glare at Song Qingzhan, feeling both aggressive and wronged, “I haven’t eaten yet!”

 

 

 

“I told you to eat earlier, but you said you were full and to mind my own business. What now? Should I get you something to eat? Maybe make you some porridge?”

 

 

 

Song Qingzhan grumbled as he got up, grabbed his robe, and prepared to head out.

 

 

 

Qin Mo snapped, “Other inns wouldn’t let their guests starve while the innkeeper’s son is having a great time!”

 

 

 

Just then, the door next door seemed to open. With the soundproofing, Qin Mo wasn’t sure. He quickly swung his door open again.

 

 

 

Song Qingzhan: ?

 

 

 

This guy is nuts!

 

 

 

Indeed, there were footsteps approaching. Qin Mo stood by the door like a statue, while Song Qingzhan, puzzled, watched him.

 

 

 

The footsteps got closer.

 

 

 

Whoosh!

 

Qin Mo flung the door open.

 

 

 

Lu Tang was passing by and was startled, almost dropping the tray she was carrying. She looked over at Qin Mo.

 

 

 

Qin Mo’s face was cold, a mocking smile playing on his lips. He leaned casually against the doorframe, his long legs crossed, and glanced at the tray in Lu Tang’s hands, “I don’t drink porridge.”

 

 

 

Lu Tang: Huh?

 

 

 

“Alright, don’t worry. I won’t prepare porridge for you for any of your meals.”

 

 

 

With that, Lu Tang nodded awkwardly and was about to leave.

 

 

 

Qin Mo moved aside, “But since you’ve brought it up, just leave it here.”

 

 

 

Lu Tang: !

 

Leave it here?

 

 

 

She looked at Qin Mo, then down at the tray in her hands.

 

 

 

Awkwardly licking her lips, she said, “This is what I left from the other night. I forgot to take it out. It’s a bit moldy and smells.”

 

 

 

Song Qingzhan nearly burst out laughing.

 

 

 

Serves you right, you old rogue!

 

 

 

Qin Mo’s face turned dark as he retorted, “You’ve been downstairs for over an hour. Weren’t you making porridge?”

 

 

 

As soon as he said that, he regretted it.

 

 

 

If Lu Tang asked how he knew, what would he say?

 

 

 

Luckily, Lu Tang didn’t ask. She simply explained, “Oh, Liang Cheng didn’t eat dinner and went to sleep. I made him some porridge. Did you want some too—”

 

 

 

Bang!

 

Before she could finish, Qin Mo slammed his door shut with a loud bang.

 

 

 

Lu Tang: …

 

Scratching her head in confusion, she continued on with the tray.

 

 

 

What a temper this guy has!

 

 

 

After disposing of the tray, Lu Tang returned to her room to sleep.

 

 

 

Next door, Qin Mo sat on his bed, fuming.

 

 

 

Song Qingzhan laughed so hard his stomach hurt, “So, you were up all night waiting for the porridge she was making? You should’ve just said so. She’d have given you a bowl.”

 

 

 

“Shut up!”

 

 

 

“Well, are you hungry or not? If you are, I’ll go get you something. I could make you some porridge?”

 

 

 

“Shut up!”

 

 

 

Due to her late night and the previous day’s travel, Lu Tang slept until the sun was high. By the time she woke up, Zhou Shu had already left with Liang Cheng.

 

 

 

After washing up, she strolled downstairs, where Xu Shen and Guo Dawei were huddled over a table by the window, studying something.

 

 

 

“What are you guys up to?” Lu Tang walked over to them, “Hey, that’s a big cricket.”

 

 

 

A small wooden box was on the table, with a divider in the middle, separating two crickets. Xu Shen and Guo Dawei each had a small stick, poking their crickets to rile them up. Lu Tang pulled up a chair and mischievously removed the divider.

 

 

 

Immediately, the two crickets started fighting.

 

 

 

Guo Dawei wailed, “Little Tang, what are you doing? I wasn’t ready.”

 

 

 

Lu Tang chuckled, “Your cricket is half the size of the other. No matter how much you prepare, it’s a waste.”

 

 

 

Before she finished speaking, the smaller cricket had already made the bigger one scurry all over the box.

 

 

 

Guo Dawei banged the table with laughter and slumped back in his chair, “You’re delivering the next meal!”

 

 

 

Xu Shen, looking dejected, glanced at his large cricket, “What good is your size if a shrimp can make you run? You’re useless!”

 

 

 

Admitting defeat, he picked up the tray and headed out.

 

 

 

Lu Tang stopped him, “What’s going on?”

 

 

 

Xu Shen explained, “It’s that guest who borrowed your book. Every time we bring him food, it’s like going through a trial. None of the boys can handle it. Only the two of us can manage.”

 

 

 

Lu Tang recalled the burly man who was here to take exams.

 

 

 

“What’s wrong with him?”

 

 

 

“Don’t get me started. He’s been possessed or something. Whenever someone brings him food, he makes them test him on the contents of that water management book. How many of our staff can even read? And those who can can’t handle the pressure.”

 

 

 

“Yesterday, he had Wang Xiao’er test him. The poor kid came out pale and ended up vomiting from all the stress.”

 

 

 

Just then, a sickly-looking Wang Xiao’er approached, greeting Lu Tang weakly before placing the tray on the table. He looked anxious, worried she might fire him.

 

 

 

“The guest on the third floor insists you bring the food yourself.”

 

 

 

Lu Tang frowned and stood up. What’s wrong with this guy?

 

 

 

Guests are like royalty!

 

Grabbing the tray, she headed upstairs. Just as she reached the stairs, Yuan Bao returned, “Young master.”

 

 

 

His expression was serious, practically shouting that he had something important to report.