Can a System Have Bad Intentions? - Chapter 89

“How do you know so much?” Lu Tang asked directly, her curiosity piqued.

After the impact on the bed, Lu Tang’s collar had loosened slightly, exposing a small patch of glaringly white skin.

Qin Mo looked at Lu Tang and, instead of answering, asked, “Does your chest still hurt?”

Lu Tang: !

Her face turned red instantly.

Qin Mo had followed the great general into battles since he was thirteen, encountering countless rough men over the years, but seeing someone blush so easily was rare. Last time at the mountain stronghold, just a few words had made this delicate young master blush. How easily embarrassed was he?

“If it still hurts, it needs to be checked to see if there’s any injury. Some injuries are superficial and can be treated with some ointment. But if it’s internal, there might be bruising that needs to be massaged out. Let me take a look, okay?”

It wasn’t “let me take a look” but “give me a look.”

Lu Tang’s face flushed crimson. “No need, it doesn’t hurt!”

Qin Mo’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “Really doesn’t hurt? Lying will only make it worse for yourself. I’m very skilled at treating injuries. If it hurts, let me massage it for you, okay?”

His voice was low and gentle, unusually soft, making Lu Tang’s face and ears turn red. She gritted her teeth, “It really doesn’t hurt!”

To prove she was fine, she thumped her chest like Tarzan, “See, no problem!”

Qin Mo looked at her. “Skinny arms and legs, but you have chest muscles!”

Lu Tang: !

If she didn’t know she couldn’t beat this man, Lu Tang would have strangled him.

How could he speak so… suggestively!

Bang, bang, bang.

A knock at the door interrupted the odd atmosphere and conversation.

Qin Mo coughed, pretending to be a gentleman as he sipped his tea.

Lu Tang glared at Qin Mo, “Who is it?”

“It’s me, Young Master Lu,” came Song Qingzhan’s voice from outside.

Song Qingzhan’s voice was always gentle, making people feel like a spring breeze, unlike Qin Mo’s deep and calming tone, which could make one’s heart race with anger.

“Come in, Brother Zhan.”

Just as Lu Tang’s voice fell, Qin Mo stood up abruptly. “Wait, don’t come in.” He said, halting the door’s movement. Qin Mo walked over to the bed in two steps.

He reached for Lu Tang.

Lu Tang instinctively backed away, “What are you doing?”

Qin Mo glared at her, “You hold onto others just fine, but you avoid me? Do you think I will eat you?”

With that, he grabbed her collar and adjusted it, fastening the loose buttons and covering the exposed skin.

After checking to ensure no skin was showing, he stepped back and sat down again, lazily calling, “Come in.”

His tone was chilly.

Lu Tang rolled her eyes.

She thought something serious had happened, but he was worried about her showing a bit of skin in front of Song Qingzhan?

It’s just a neck!

Besides!

I’m straight!

Moreover, with my build, even if I were gay, even if I were a man, Song Qingzhan and I are the same type!

You gay men have such peculiar thoughts!

While Lu Tang was rolling her eyes internally, Song Qingzhan entered, wearing his usual gentle smile, though it faltered when he saw the scene inside.

What had happened?

Why was Young Master Lu sitting on the bed talking to Qin Mo?

Glancing at the slightly messy bed, Song Qingzhan looked questioningly at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo sat there, unmoving, with an expression that clearly said, “I’m not happy.”

Song Qingzhan: ?

What’s gotten into you now!

To avoid any misunderstanding between two men alone in a room, Lu Tang quickly jumped off the bed, “Brother Zhan, perfect timing. I was just asking Master Qin about something.”

Used to calling him “Master,” Lu Tang didn’t change her address immediately.

Qin Mo and Song Qingzhan let her switch between calling him “Lord Qin” and “Master Qin.”

Song Qingzhan shifted his attention from Qin Mo to Lu Tang, smiling warmly, “What is it?”

Lu Tang poured a cup of tea and handed it to Song Qingzhan, “I was asking about Xie Chengnian.”

As she offered the tea, Qin Mo intercepted it, saying, “Pour your own tea if you want some.”

Song Qingzhan: !

Did you eat gunpowder?

Lu Tang: !

Can’t you be kinder to him!

Both looked at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo drank the tea Lu Tang had poured for Song Qingzhan and said nonchalantly, “After Xie Chengnian returned to Yuhang, the court invited him back five times. After the late Emperor’s passing, the current Emperor also invited him several times, but he refused each time.”

Qin Mo deftly shifted the topic back to Xie Chengnian.

Lu Tang asked, “Why?”

Song Qingzhan was surprised, “Why are you discussing him?”

Qin Mo curled his lips, “Ask him. Today, he suddenly brought up this person.”

Lu Tang pulled out a chair and sat down, smiling at Song Qingzhan, “The guest on the second floor…”

As soon as Lu Tang mentioned the guest downstairs, Qin Mo’s grip on the cup tightened.

“He is Xie Yu, Xie Chengnian’s grandson.”

Qin Mo’s hand twitched, almost dropping the cup.

“Grandson?”

Song Qingzhan was equally shocked, “You said he is Xie Chengnian’s grandson? Xie Chengnian has a grandson that old?”

Lu Tang chuckled, “He’s only fifteen.”

Thud.

Qin Mo finally dropped the cup, which shattered on the floor.

Lu Tang met Qin Mo’s shocked gaze, “Surprised? I was too.”

“No, he’s fifteen? How do you know he’s fifteen? Just because he said so? Does he look fifteen? More like forty-five!” Qin Mo poked Lu Tang’s forehead, “You’re so gullible. Someone could sell you, and you wouldn’t know!”

Fuming.

Lu Tang: …

What’s with the anger!

“He really is fifteen, he didn’t lie to me.”

Lu Tang’s head wobbled from Qin Mo’s poking. She batted his hand away.

“How do you know?” Qin Mo demanded.

Lu Tang: …

She couldn’t very well say the system told her.

“Come out!”

In desperation, Lu Tang summoned the system.

“Is Xie Yu really fifteen? Is he Xie Chengnian’s grandson?”

[Yes, Host.]

“Do you have any proof?”

[… Is this one of those ‘prove your father is your father and your son is your son’ proofs? Even law enforcement doesn’t require such proofs anymore.]