Chapter 414 : Discussion Conference (3)
"What are you doing?" The man heard himself asking.
Heads snapped toward Qiao Wei, whose eyes crackled like smoldering embers.
"Nothing," Zhang Fengxi quickly released Meng Xiyan from his grip. "I was just..."
"I don’t care," Qiao Wei interrupted him mid-speech. "Sorry to disturb you. I will go take a nap now."
Storming past gaping onlookers, Qiao Wei marched toward one of the empty chambers and slammed the door shut behind him, the clang echoing his rage. The meticulous order of the room, a stark contrast to the turmoil within, only fueled his fury.
The roar of his blood, a relentless river, drowned out the world. Every beat of his heart pounded out a rhythm of fury, fueled by the image of Zhang Fengxi touching another man.
A tiny voice piped up in the back of Qiao Wei’s mind, whispering doubt. Maybe he’d misread the scene. Maybe pinning Meng Xiyan against a wall wasn’t a prelude to intimacy, just a misplaced gesture. It wasn’t like they were kissing...
Qiao Wei choked on the thought, the possibility twisting like a viper in his gut. What if they were about to? The mere notion sent a fresh wave of heat searing through him, leaving him raw and exposed.
Flinging himself onto the bed, Qiao Wei clawed at the linen, almost causing the thread to fray beneath his desperate fingers. It had been a mistake, a terrible mistake, to bring Zhang Fengxi to the Discussion Conference.
His shizun’s worries about other sects poaching Zhang Fengxi seemed trivial compared to Qiao Wei’s own gnawing fear -- that some smooth-tongued charmer would steal away his man.
To make matters worse, Zhang Fengxi did not come after him.