Vixen Above, Mensao Below (44)

Just as Ye Minzhe was about to return, Song Jia caught a cold.

Ye Minzhe had already finished fighting off the zombie horde in Wuyuan County, so he was on his way back to the Ye mansion. The moment he left the village and caught a signal, he called Song Jia. It was less than a week after he left.

"Jia?"

"I'm here."

Song Jia had just drank a cup of ginger tea to clear her throat, so her voice sounded normal. However, she was currently lying down on the bed with a slight fever. Her hair was plastered to her temples with sweat.

It was only a cold, so she didn't tell the family doctor and the guards Ye Minzhe assigned to her.

Song Jia didn't want them to unnecessarily worry. The main thing was that she didn't want to trigger Ye Minzhe's BT disease and wild ambitions to become a doctor again.

Just remembering how thickly he had wrapped the gauze on her hand last time made Song Jia drink down several bitter medicine pills to recover quickly.

Quickly, quickly, before that brat returns, this grandma needs to recover to her full HP~

Ye Minzhe's voice was low, almost a murmur.

"Jia, I'm coming back."

"I know, I heard from the butler," Song Jia nodded, despite not being able to be seen by the other person. "How did you manage to drive off the zombie horde so quickly? I heard it was supposed to last for more than two weeks."

Ye Minzhe directly ignored her question. "Jia, can we switch to a video call? I want to see your face."

Song Jia glanced at the mirror and saw that her face was a bit pale. Although most people wouldn't notice, she wasn't sure about Ye Minzhe. He always had the uncanny ability to be able to scrutinize even the slightest detail about her.

"I'm busy doing something. You're going to return in a few hours, so why do you need to see my face now?"

Song Jia bit her lip and forced herself to get off the bed. Wuyuan County was only eighty kilometers away from Jingdezhen, so before Ye Minzhe could arrive, she needed to apply make-up to cover her pale face and red nose.

"I miss you. You're lucky you have my statue, you don't have to miss me so much. I only took a few pictures of you, it isn't fair. Every time I look at your face, I started to miss you even more."

Song Jia paused. Ye Minzhe had a poisonous mouth, but he was also sweet when he needed to be. Right now, his voice was slow and deep, with a slight tinge of helplessness.

"Jia, let me see you face, okay? I want to see you."

Song Jia picked up a tube of moisture balm. She needed a glowy coral make-up look that would make her look warm and bright, so she needed to apply this first to have dewy skin.

While patting a sponge on her face to even out her foundation, Song Jia directly refused him, "I'm busy."

She picked up her eyeshadow palette and chose a pale cherry blossom color to brush around her eyes. Blending it with a white eyeliner, her eyes instantly became bluer and brighter.

"Busy? Why? Did something happen?"

Song Jia applied a shade of coral pink with a golden shimmer on her cheeks, brushing it outwards for a subtle flush. It was the last finishing touch to her faux healthy look.

She reassured him, "Don't worry, nothing happened."

On the other side of the phone, Ye Minzhe heaved a deep sigh of relief.

He leaned his head against the car window, closing his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot, as he hadn't slept for a few days. He worked tirelessly day and night, swinging his blade until he was wading a sea of corpses, just to see her even sooner.

He didn't want to leave her side for too long.

"Jia, what did you do these past few days? Did you miss me?"

Hearing his question, Song Jia remembered her plans to make the Ye estate a refuge for survivors. She told him her plans, and wondered if their father would agree.

"...I know he wants to evacuate to Nanjing, but the Ye estate is as safe as anywhere else's."

Song Jia paused. It seemed that she had not heard his voice for a long time. "Ye Minzhe, are you listening?"

She only heard the sound of his deep, even breathing. There was a soft murmur, he seemed to be saying her name.

"Ye Minzhe?"

Ye Minzhe had fallen asleep with the phone still clutched to his ear, his eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks.

Almost a subconscious reaction, his fingers were still curled around the phone, as if he was holding onto a lifeline.

The moment he had heard her voice, Ye Minzhe had completely relaxed.

And fell into a deep and restful sleep.

...

"They're going to arrive soon."

It was Wen Yan who excitedly spoke, lifting the velvet curtains to gaze outside.

Song Jia sat on the living room, waiting for Papa Ye and Ye Minzhe's arrival. The three butlers were waiting outside the gate, along with Ouyang Che, Gong Qiye, and an anxious Ding Xiuxiu.

As much as Song Jia wanted to join them, the cold weather would only aggravate her cold even more. She wrapped her cardigan tightly around herself and kept sipping her fresh cup of ginger tea.

"I heard that more than half of the guards that went with them died," Gu Yuan said. "We should hold a funeral for them after they arrive."

"Teacher, maybe you could discuss it with Uncle Ye," Sheng Li said. She glanced at Song Jia. "I'm sure you have many things you want to talk to him about."

Song Jia looked at Sheng Li with narrowed eyes. She didn't know if it was only her own paranoia, but she kept feeling that everyone seemed to be staring at her with strange gazes.

"I'm going outside."

Song Jia stood up. For some reason, she didn't want Ding Xiuxiu to talk to Ye Minzhe alone.

However, even before she could walk to the front door, Ye Minzhe had already walked in. Following him were Ding Xiuxiu, Gong Qiye, and Ouyang Che. Song Jia stopped in her tracks.

Sunlight poured through the open door, throwing Ye Minzhe's long shadow across the floor. His handsome face was filled with ruthlessness, and the hands at his sides were clenched so tightly that the knuckles were turning white from the pressure.

"Ye Minzhe?"

Hearing her voice, Ye Minzhe turned towards her. His eyes were bloodshot and so fierce that Song Jia took a step back, shocked.

"What's wrong with you?" She turned to look at Ding Xiuxiu and the others, but noticed that none of them dared to meet her gaze.

Song Jia had a faint guess in her heart. She didn't know how they knew, but it seemed that her affair with Teacher Gu had finally been exposed.

"Ye Minzhe, I can explain..."

Ye Minzhe abruptly grabbed a nearby ornamental vase and smashed it against the wall, just short of missing an expensive and famous painting.

Ding Xiuxiu cried out in shock, covering her head. Gong Qiye and Ouyang Che managed to avoid the shards in time, but Ye Minzhe didn't budge at all.

Fragments exploded around him, shards scratching his skin at it flew by. Blood seeped out, trickling slowly down his skin. But he didn't seem to feel the pain as he stared at her, looking like a wounded beast.

"You..." His voice was hoarse and hollow. He looked at Gu Yuan, and his pupils shrank. "With him..."

Ye Minzhe paused, and all traces of emotions were wiped away from his face, leaving only coldness, like a thousand layer of ice. A slight smile appeared on the corners of his mouth, but this formed a nearly twisted contrast with the viciousness in his eyes.

He then spoke out three indifferent words: "I'll kill him."