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Chapter 175: What’s with the lipstick mark on your face?

Chapter 175: What’s with the lipstick mark on your face?

"Xiao Jie, that brat, really is too fierce, what the heck is she filling her head with, thinking such dirty thoughts?"

"Xiao Jie, what the hell are you blabbering about? Go to hell!" Ling Xuejiu fumed, chasing after Li Mengjie with a spoon.

Li Mengjie chuckled, grabbed a kitchen knife, and ran outside, only to bump into Leng Xuan who was standing at the doorway. If Leng Xuan hadn’t been quick enough to clamp the knife between his arms in the nick of time, he might have been severely injured.

"Ah!" Li Mengjie screamed, hastily backing up two steps. Seeing Leng Xuan with the knife clamped and bloodstains on his clothes, she thought he was injured and went pale, saying, "Cold Bodyguard, are you, are you okay?"

Leng Xuan felt a stir in his heart and wanted to tease the girl. After all, she always blackmailed him with the little thing between him and Xiao Yun. So he pretended to be severely injured, his face nearly contorted in pain, and he moaned softly.

"Hm?" At this moment, Ling Xuejiu also noticed Leng Xuan, but from where she stood, she could clearly see that the knife was clamped by Leng Xuan and that there were only bloodstains on his collar, which seemed to be dried already and apparently had nothing to do with Li Mengjie. Remembering the outrageous things Xiao Jie had just said, she immediately wanted to get back at her, playing along with Leng Xuan, "Xiao Jie, now you’re in big trouble, you’ve killed someone."

Li Mengjie’s nose wrinkled, and she nearly burst into tears, "It’s not true, it was not on purpose. I’m going to call an ambulance... Hang in there, Cold Bodyguard!" And with that, she turned to run outside, but then Leng Xuan suddenly took out the knife and said with a smile, "No need, I’ve come back to life."

"What?" Li Mengjie suddenly realized Leng Xuan was just messing with her and stamped her foot angrily, "Oh, you dare to trick me."

Leng Xuan laughed, "I haven’t tricked you, the bump just now really did hurt me."

Li Mengjie knew that Leng Xuan had been feigning just now, but since he put it that way, she couldn’t refute it and snorted, "Then what’s with the blood on your collar? Hm, there’s also the scent of a woman’s perfume, and... what were you doing this morning?"

Ling Xuejiu was also frowning at Leng Xuan, clearly curious about the questions Li Mengjie had asked.

Feeling awkward, Leng Xuan touched his nose and said, "I went out to buy some things, the blood isn’t mine, it’s someone else’s."

"What about the perfume?" Li Mengjie asked uncomfortably, and then she noticed a lipstick mark on Leng Xuan’s cheek. Her eyes widened in shock, "How come there’s a lipstick mark on your face, did you go chasing girls this morning?"

"Ah?" Leng Xuan involuntarily touched his face and looked at his hand, indeed, there was a faint red lipstick stain. Now he was really stuck—no way to clear his name, he thought bitterly, all thanks to Pang Shanshan’s troublemaking.

Just then, there was a loud boom from the pot, fire flared up, and Ling Xuejiu shrieked. She pushed the spoon towards Leng Xuan and said, "Aren’t you supposed to cook?" With a snort, she ran out and sat on the living room sofa to watch TV, but for some reason, she felt a bit upset—could it be that Leng Xuan was truly in a relationship? Perhaps with Zhou Li?

But even if he was in a relationship, what did it have to do with her? Why would she feel upset?

Thinking this, Ling Xuejiu pouted. Although her eyes were fixed on the TV, her mind couldn’t help but wander back to Leng Xuan, and the more she thought, the more uncomfortable she felt.