Qingque lay on the floor like a salted fish.
She suddenly felt that she was born to a life of toil.
During the day, her surplus labor was ruthlessly exploited by the Grand Diviner.
At night, she might also be pressed down and squeezed dry.
Forget it, so be it.
This was just a dream, an illusion. Everything was but a fleeting phantom.
Lying on the ground in a starfish position, Qingque closed her eyes to rest, too lazy to even open them.
It's over.
Resistance and struggle had never been the theme song of her life.
Maybe the more she struggled, the more excited that guy would get.
Qingque had noticed as much during yesterday's game of Celestial Jade.
Splish~ Splish~
Hm?
Qingque thought she heard a strange sound.
It was very faint, like raindrops hitting the ground.
More noticeable than the barely audible sound was the feeling of a small droplet landing on her cheek.
The wet sensation spread. It wasn't refreshing; instead, it felt thick and somewhat murky.
Is it raining?
But aren't we indoors?
Qingque was still too lazy to open her eyes. To be precise, she didn't want to fall for Ye Feng's tricks.
She would deal with whatever came her way.
Embracing the rot was the best strategy now.
The sound of drizzling rain continued.
Drip~
Another drop fell, landing right on Qingque's red lips.
A strange taste... salty, fishy, like the scent of a sea breeze...
The source of the strange sound seemed to be getting lower. It was subtle, but it was definitely there.
Then, Qingque felt something silky land on the tip of her nose, dangling and swaying, making it itch.
What is Ye Feng doing?
Teasing me with a foxtail grass?
Honestly, acting like a child.
Qingque stealthily opened her eyes a crack. She saw a waterfall of pink hair cascading down, trembling slightly.
Through the gaps in the strands of hair, she could see a bottom clad in white silk. The slightly sheer fabric stretched, revealing excellent elasticity and softness.
"?? "
The Grand Diviner!
Even without seeing her face, Qingque recognized her direct superior in a single glance.
"Yo, little Qingque, you're awake."
Ye Feng's gentle voice came from above. Qingque, who had been playing dead, could no longer keep up the act.
She was hit with the horrifying realization of what the strange sounds and "raindrops" truly were.
Although Qingque was a 200-plus-year-old maiden, single since birth, just because she'd never eaten pork didn't mean she'd never seen a pig run.
She wiped her face, and the smell only grew stronger, a potent aroma that drilled into her nostrils and nearly made her faint.
"You, you you—"
Qingque pushed herself up with her hands and scrambled away in a panic. She retreated, pointing at Ye Feng who was holding Fu Xuan, her lips trembling, ultimately unable to form a single sentence.
What is this situation?
Why is the Grand Diviner here too?
Why is the Grand Diviner facing away from me, not making a sound?
The Grand Diviner isn't resisting at all, ah~~ she's even wrapping her legs around his waist so tightly!
I get it. They're a shameless, adulterous pair!
No wonder she was pulled in even from the Divination Commission headquarters. The enemy was on the inside.
"Was it tasty?"
Ye Feng smiled. "That came from your top boss, you know."
Hearing the emphasis on the word "top," Qingque was instantly flushed with shame and anger.
She had thought Ye Feng was twisted, and she had planned to just let it all rot, but in the end, she couldn't bring herself to do it.
Qingque looked at Fu Xuan, who was clinging to Ye Feng like a sloth, and her heart pounded with shock and panic. She said angrily, "You're truly a born villain!"
"A villain?"
Ye Feng slowly released the hands supporting Fu Xuan's white-silk-clad bottom, the corners of his mouth lifting.
"That's a fine adjective. I like it. As expected of the gifted Qingque, to see my true nature after only two visits."
"...."
Qingque was speechless.
What else could she say?
He would probably savor even the most vicious of words.
That didn't matter. But the current situation... could there be a silver lining?
"Since Lord Ye Feng is busy, I'll be taking my leave. Have fun, you two."
"Leaving so soon? Just going to turn around and sell out your boss? Aren't you going to try and save your superior from my evil clutches, Qingque?"
"Huh?"
Why does that make it sound like the Grand Diviner is being coerced?
The scene over there was so indecent that Qingque hadn't dared to look at it properly until now.
She had only been judging the situation with her peripheral vision.
Now that Ye Feng had said that, Qingque finally focused on Fu Xuan.
Her movements were wooden, her body somewhat stiff, as if she were being controlled... like a puppet in a show.
But—none of my business!
Qingque turned her head, ready to run.
Ever since that pink-haired shorty had arrived at the Divination Commission, she hadn't had a single peaceful day.
Not kicking her while she was down was already the height of benevolence.
Save her boss?
She might even get dragged into it herself.
No way!
What a joke. In this day and age, who would save their own boss?
Seeing that Qingque was really about to flee, Ye Feng couldn't help but tempt her. "It seems, Qingque, that you're a little dissatisfied with your superior."
It was more than dissatisfaction; it was outright resentment.
She had been assigned extra overtime today, without overtime pay!
"Ahaha, I was just worried about interrupting Lord Ye Feng's fun."
"Not at all."
Ye Feng slowly approached, and Qingque felt a tangible pressure closing in.
A little baby who had lived for over two hundred years had never seen a scene like this. Her brain was starting to shut down.
Ye Feng said, "In fact, the more the merrier. I get more excited. Qingque, want to join in?"
Hearing this, Qingque was horrified and quickly waved her hands. "No, no, that would be bad for my health."
She had already planned to give up completely.
But seeing the grand spectacle of Ye Feng messing with her boss and inviting her to join in, Qingque still got stage fright.
For someone as inexperienced as her, this was all a bit too advanced.
Ye Feng smiled. "Alright, since you've said so, I won't go against a woman's will."
Eh? For real?
Qingque wore a look of disbelief.
He agreed just like that?
Qingque had already prepared herself for the inevitable.
"Little Qingque, I won't touch you tonight, either. But are you sure you don't want to stay here?"
"Umm..."
Ye Feng was getting closer and closer. Qingque could feel the heat and faint fragrance coming from the Grand Diviner's body.
"Are you sure? Hm?"
Ye Feng pressed forward, step by step.
Seeing him like this, Qingque naturally didn't dare to argue back.
What if she annoyed him, and he changed his mind and decided to bend her over?
"...Um, I suddenly think staying here isn't so bad."
"That's more like it."
Ye Feng freed a hand and patted Qingque's head. He asked, "Does Fu Xuan often obstruct your grand plans for slacking off, assigning you heavy tasks and giving you no peace?"
"Huh?"
Ye Feng's voice was as tempting as a demon's. "Tell me, Qingque, don't you want to get a little revenge on your superior?"
"That..."
Qingque had honestly never thought about it.