There’re Always Paranoid Thoughts to Monopolize Me - Chapter 63.1

Huo Jun forcefully pushed open the door of the dressing room.

Everyone in the room, including Yan An who was being made up and the makeup artist working on her, was startled. The eyeliner, which had just been applied for the final time, instantly smudged. The makeup artist, after regaining her composure, became irritated and turned back, jumping in place.

“It was almost done! Who told you to suddenly—”

Her voice came to an abrupt halt.

The young man who walked in from outside had such a cold and terrifying gaze that it was too frightening. The makeup artist, at first glance, almost gulped and swallowed all her words along with her saliva.

“Young… Young Master Huo…?”

“Where’s Qin Ke?”

Huo Jun’s gaze swept across the room, scanning the silent crowd, but he couldn’t find the person he was looking for. His voice and eyes instantly became three degrees colder.

The first to bear the brunt was a stylist’s assistant standing closest, still holding the clothes to be changed. With a stiff expression and a seemingly swollen tongue, he stammered. “Miss… Miss Qin stood… stood for a while earlier and then… then left…”

“Where did she go?”

Huo Jun asked in a hoarse voice.

The other person shook his head blankly, almost on the verge of tears, frightened by the young man whose eyes were bloodshot with anger.

At this moment, the servant who had been standing by the door finally came to his senses and carefully spoke up. “Young Master Zhonglou, Miss Qin just said she felt stuffy and wanted some fresh air, so she went to the second-floor balcony…”

Upon hearing this, Huo Jun’s eyes darkened. He turned and quickly walked towards the second-floor staircase without saying another word.

As he walked along the carpeted corridor, Huo Jun’s expression grew increasingly gloomy and terrifying. Visible blue veins bulged on his pale forehead as he stared at the empty air in front of him, his gaze fierce and sullen.

—

No one else could see it, only he could.

More and more virtual images appeared in his hallucinations. That man, whose face was always blurred and indistinguishable to him, was embracing and kissing his girl in every corner of the Huo family’s main building, without any restraint.

He saw Qin Ke struggling weakly, crying silently, until she finally seemed to give up in despair.

Those intertwined figures flashed before Huo Jun’s eyes one after another. Huo Jun, unable to bear it any longer, started running — he wanted to shatter all the illusions into bubbles, tear that blurred man into pieces, and rescue the suffering Qin Ke from every hallucination — the desperate look in the girl’s eyes in each illusion was almost tearing his heart apart.

“Qin Qin…”

Huo Jun called out in pain, unconsciously.

He stepped onto the stairs, clenching his fists, with pale blue veins grotesquely bulging on his forearms.

Huo Jun ran up to the second floor in large strides.

Meanwhile.

On the first floor, in the makeup room.

Barely half a minute after Huo Jun left, someone else came running in chaotically — this time it wasn’t just one person. Even from ten meters away, the people in the makeup room could already hear the disorderly footsteps coming from the corridor.

This time, the makeup artist had learned her lesson and put down her eyeliner pen in advance.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, the door was pushed open.

Dou Yingjie, who was at the forefront, ran in somewhat out of breath. Without taking time to rest, he leaned against the door and asked—

“Did… did Huo Zhonglou just… just pass through here?”

Yan An, in front of the makeup mirror, could no longer sit still no matter how much she was persuaded.

She stood up.

“He went to the second-floor balcony to find Qin Ke.”

Dou Yingjie became anxious. “What about Song Qingzhuo? Did he go too?”

“Song Qingzhuo?” Yan An shook her head, “I don’t know, I only saw Huo Jun by himself.”

“…”

Dou Yingjie didn’t bother to explain and quickly ran out again.

As everyone in the room was confused, Yan An had already reacted. She called out to the last person in the group that was running past.

“What’s going on?”

The one at the end happened to be Qi Yiming.

Hearing this, he stopped, looked at the crowd that had already run far ahead, and estimated that even if he caught up now, it wouldn’t make much difference. So Qi Yiming stayed put.

He turned back and looked at Yan An apologetically.

“I’m sorry, Sister Yan An. There might be some trouble with Huo Jun — you should be mentally prepared.”

Yan An was stunned for a moment, then spoke helplessly. “Nothing serious has happened, right?”

“No, not yet. It’s too soon for anything to have happened.”

“?”

Faced with Yan An’s confused gaze, Qi Yiming didn’t explain much, only said directly, “It’s just that someone who has been thinking about Qin Ke might have gone to find her. Given the time, nothing should have happened yet, but judging from Huo Jun’s emotional state just now… even if the two aren’t together, if Huo Jun encounters that person alone, he might not be able to control his emotions.”

Hearing this, Yan An sighed, “Should we call an ambulance in advance?”

Qi Yiming: “That depends on whether Jiang Chuang and the others arrive in time.”

“As long as they’re okay,” Yan An picked up her skirt and walked out, “I’ll go with you to check.”

“I’m sorry, Sister Yan An, for causing you trouble.”

“It’s fine,” Yan An walked quickly down the corridor, “I was prepared for this when I agreed to have him and Ke Ke as the best man and bridesmaid.”

…

On the second-floor balcony.

“Mr. Song, if you come any closer, don’t blame me for being impolite.”

The girl stood in front of the white jade railing, looking at Song Qingzhuo with a vigilant and cold gaze.

Looking at the girl who was a full size smaller than himself, Song Qingzhuo wanted to laugh, but then he remembered that a year ago, he had been thrown to the ground by just such a small, delicate girl with a shoulder throw.

Song Qingzhuo’s expression stiffened.

After two or three seconds, he let out a cold laugh, “What, are you going to try a shoulder throw on me again? Last time I wasn’t prepared, but this time I won’t give you such an opportunity.”

“…”

Qin Ke didn’t speak, looking at him with an expressionless face.

Song Qingzhuo continued. “Besides, at this height, it wouldn’t be good for either of us to fall, would it?”

Qin Ke frowned.

Seeing that the girl still wouldn’t relax, Song Qingzhuo stopped moving. “I’m not forcing you, I just came to catch up — you don’t need to be so defensive, do you?”

Qin Ke’s eyes grew colder, “I don’t think we have anything to catch up on.”

Song Qingzhuo smiled, “The people downstairs in the banquet hall might not share your opinion.”

“…” Qin Ke frowned, “This is the Huo family house. If I raise my voice slightly, I can have someone throw you out — so Mr. Song, you’d better not think of doing anything unwise.”

Hearing this, Song Qingzhuo laughed. He simply picked up the rattan chair beside him, sat down casually, and looked up at Qin Ke—

“I’m not trying to do anything, why are you so hostile towards me?”

“…”

Qin Ke took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to say “Because you’re sick” that was on the tip of her tongue.

“Actually, I’m not really afraid of you calling someone,” Song Qingzhuo’s eyes flickered as he suddenly said. “Because if you call someone, think about how they would perceive this situation.”

“…”

Before Qin Ke could speak, Song Qingzhuo continued on his own. “I should thank Qi Tian. If it weren’t for her words, I wouldn’t have thought I’d have such a useful tactic. So if you call someone, I might be even happier — I want everyone to see that Qi Tian was right, that you and I have an ambiguous relationship — I’m curious, at that time, would the Huo family patriarch still accept you as a daughter-in-law?”

“…”

Qin Ke’s eyes darkened slightly.

She wasn’t worried about how Huo Shengfeng would view her, but she didn’t want others to misunderstand Huo Jun — especially if rumors spread among the servants, it would definitely not be beneficial to Huo Jun’s condition.

Seemingly noticing Qin Ke’s hesitation, Song Qingzhuo didn’t feel happy. Instead, he thought he had hit Qin Ke’s weak spot and his expression turned gloomy.

“You really are set on marrying into the Huo family, aren’t you? What’s so good about Huo Zhonglou — whatever he can give you, I can give you all the same!”

“… Stop dreaming.”

Except for some fluctuation in her eyes, Qin Ke’s expression remained cold as she looked at Song Qingzhuo. “I’ll tell you for the last time. My relationship with him is normal love. We don’t need your malicious thoughts to judge us, and don’t fantasize that I’m playing games with you — because your persistence only makes me feel disgusted.”

“…!”

After Qin Ke’s words, the smile on Song Qingzhuo’s face finally couldn’t be maintained.

His face turned cold.

“Qin Ke, don’t refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit — I will definitely settle the score with Huo Zhonglou for breaking my hand! As for you… do you really believe his lies about marrying you? How could the Huo family possibly let someone like you, with no background or influence, marry in — even the adopted son of the Huo family married the young lady of the Yan family, how could Huo Shengfeng tolerate you?”