Incurable Chapter 3 Part 2

One short-haired actress, clearly enjoying the attention, began explaining as if she were lecturing.

“The Shen family relies on the Liu family. The Liu Group is currently being run by Shen Yu’s cousin, Liu Qingyuan, the Liu family’s eldest young master. But the Liu family’s business is huge. They have auction groups worldwide. The domestic Liu Auction Group is only one piece of it. The one who controls all of the Liu family’s auction empires is the head of the family, the second young master.”

Her voice dropped slightly, dramatic.

“Liu Qianxiu.”

At the name, Mu Wan’s focus snapped into place. She turned her head, eyes fixed on the short-haired actress.

The actress continued, delighted to have an audience.

“Liu Qianxiu and Liu Qingyuan are half-brothers. Same father, different mothers. Their relationship is supposedly terrible. Their father, Liu Fengmian, was engaged to Liu Qianxiu’s mother, Mei Wanyan, the eldest daughter of the Mei family. But while he was engaged, he had an affair with Shen Yu’s aunt, Shen Chunqi.”

She clicked her tongue, savoring the cruelty of it.

“Mei Wanyan only found out after she gave birth to Liu Qianxiu that Shen Chunqi had already given birth to Liu Qingyuan. After that, Mei Wanyan fell into depression and died young. The Mei family and the Liu family became enemies because of it.”

Another actress leaned in, eyes wide.

“So what happened after?”

The short-haired actress kept going.

“Liu Fengmian brought Shen Chunqi and Liu Qingyuan back into the Liu family. Meanwhile, Liu Qianxiu was raised by the old master, the patriarch of the Liu family. A few years ago, the old master got seriously ill. The Mei family came and pressured the household. In the end, the old master passed the position of family head to Liu Qianxiu.”

She lifted a finger. “On one condition. Liu Qianxiu had to spare Liu Fengmian and Shen Chunqi’s side of the family.”

“So that’s the situation now,” she said. “Liu Fengmian and Liu Qingyuan manage the domestic auction group, but honestly, it just means they work for Liu Qianxiu. The real boss of the entire Liu family is Liu Qianxiu. One of Xia City’s Four Young Masters. Young Master Liu.”

The room went quiet for a beat, stunned in that way people get when they’re fed a story that sounds like a drama script.

One actress asked, “So his mother was basically driven to death by his father and Shen Chunqi. Do you really think he’ll let them go?”

The short-haired actress gave a cold little laugh. “What do you think? I heard that after Liu Qianxiu took over, Liu Fengmian sent Shen Chunqi to Australia. They’re afraid. Of course, they’re afraid.”

Another actress asked, “What about Young Master Liu himself? Where is he? He’s the most mysterious one, right?”

“Exactly,” someone else chimed in. “No one knows where Young Master Liu is.”

The short-haired actress’s eyes shone. “He’s the type who hides in plain sight. Quietly controlling everything. It’s kind of… addictive.”

A woman in an off-shoulder dress sighed dreamily. “The old master’s three-year memorial is coming up soon. As family head, he should appear. The question is whether the media will catch him.”

The chatter turned to Xia City’s Four Young Masters, voices light but eyes bright with calculation. Maybe you wouldn’t become famous, but if you had a pretty face, marrying into money was still a winning.

Mu Wan’s awareness drifted back in slowly. Her head felt like it had been wrapped in a thick blanket, heavy and dull. She leaned toward Mi Yu.

“Sister Yu, I’m going to the restroom.”

The toasts were basically done. Mi Yu glanced at Mu Wan’s drooping left shoulder and said, flatly, “Go.”

Mu Wan splashed water on her face in the restroom. It helped, but only a little. The blanket in her head stayed. Her face burned, the same hot, throbbing heat that pulsed through her left shoulder.

She remembered Liu Qianxiu’s earlier warning.

No drinking.

And yet she’d downed close to a quarter liter in half an hour.

Mu Wan took a tissue, wiped the water from her cheeks, and walked out.

The restroom was at the end of a corridor. No one was out here, and the private rooms were well insulated. The hallway felt empty, distant, almost too quiet.

Mu Wan leaned back against the wall and let the cool, smooth tile press through the thin fabric against her skin. It steadied her slightly.

Her head was still heavy. She lowered her gaze and decided to wait here until she sobered up.

The carpet beneath her feet was red, embroidered with red bamboo. Qingsong Pavilion’s four zones were themed plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum. The north section was the bamboo zone.

The embroidery was exquisite. The bamboo leaves were sharp and delicate, their edges so clean they reminded Mu Wan of her birthmark on her chest.

It’s just… beautiful.

A low voice surfaced in her mind, calm and unhurried.

Mu Wan’s head buzzed. She let out a soft laugh.

As she was laughing, someone stepped into her line of sight.

Her chin was still lowered, so at first she only saw the lower half of him. Tall. Straight posture. Long legs, perfectly still.

And then, faintly, she caught the scent of disinfectant.

Mu Wan’s eyes shifted. She slowly lifted her heavy head.

Liu Qianxiu stood in front of her, quiet as if he’d always been there.

The patient who was supposed to be resting in a hospital room was now leaning against a wall in a red dress, sobering up in a private club corridor.

Her cheeks were flushed like ripe berries. Her eyes, washed bright as if by rain, sharpened as they focused. Her pupils narrowed slowly, catlike, and for a moment she looked less like a woman and more like something dangerous and beautiful.

She stared straight at him. Her red lips curved. The corners of her eyes tilted, lazy and inviting.

Her voice came out as if it had been soaked in bayberry wine, sweet and husky, slow and seductive.

“Meow~. Daoist Liu came to catch me?”

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Liu Daochang: It’s the little fairy who caught you.

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