Golden Temptation – A Yuri Story - Chapter 37
Lan Qing’s farewell party began on time. Despite her short stay in City C, many friends came to see her off. She was reluctant to leave—perhaps because this city held some of the happiest days of her life.
Liu Xinyu pulled Qiao Fei through the crowd, both of them stunning after careful grooming. Liu Xinyu wore a vintage British princess-style dress that complemented her doll-like face, a perfect blend of elegance and playful charm. Qiao Fei wore a soft lavender dress, its high-quality satin enhancing her porcelain skin—she looked like a celestial being visiting the mortal world.
Such radiant beauties naturally drew attention. When Lan Qing spotted Liu Xinyu’s adorably clumsy antics, she raised her delicate champagne glass and walked over to greet them.
“Ah! Sister Lan Qing!”
“Haha, Xinyu! Fei’er!”
They say rivals in love become enemies at first sight. Qiao Fei felt an overwhelming awkwardness. The last time she saw Lan Qing was when Lan Qing had caught her and Jing Xuan in a moment of sweet intimacy.
A faint sense of guilt still lingered in Qiao Fei’s heart. But love doesn’t always have a clear culprit. When you fall, you fall—who’s to blame?
Still, Qiao Fei greeted her politely, “Sister Lan Qing.”
Lan Qing wore a floor-length, dark evening gown with a deep V neckline veiled in sheer black gauze, revealing just a hint of cleavage. The cheongsam-style dress, embroidered with flamboyant golden spider lilies that stretched down to the hem, looked modest at first glance—but was, in fact, sultry and mysterious.
Her burgundy wavy hair was pinned up high, enhancing her alluring charm. Tonight, Lan Qing exuded her usual seductive elegance, but also projected a sharp, commanding presence.
Both Qiao Fei and Liu Xinyu sensed something different about her tonight—an intangible change they couldn’t quite define. All they knew for certain was this: Lan Qing now carried herself like a noble queen—untouchable.
Intimidated by Lan Qing’s strong aura, Liu Xinyu kept the conversation short. The triangle between Lan Qing, Fei’er, and Jing Xuan was too complicated to navigate. So, she simply said, “Sister Lan Qing, safe travels! Don’t forget about us!” Then she dragged Qiao Fei away to join the others.
“Whew~ that was nerve-wracking! Fei’er, aren’t you nervous?”
“Why would I be?”
“Lan Qing!”
“Why?”
“Ugh, never mind. Anyway, now that I’ve handed you over to Brother Jing Xuan, my mission’s complete. By the way, where is she?”
Meanwhile, Jing Xuan had finished setting up the sound system. She stood on stage, speaking with clear elegance:
“Everyone, may I have your attention? Good evening, and thank you all for coming to our dear friend Miss Lan Qing’s farewell party. On behalf of her closest friends, I wish her a safe journey—and… come back soon! We’ll miss you dearly!”
The applause was warm and genuine. Jing Xuan stepped off the stage and returned to Gao Zhe.
Gao Zhe made a face. “Ajing, seriously? You made it sound like a memorial service!”
“Jinx!”
Lan Qing, who was chatting with friends, couldn’t help but recall Jing Xuan’s words on stage. It was ironic—almost identical to that night when she had publicly promised everyone she was her fiancée. The similarity stung.
Following Jing Xuan’s lead, the guests came up one by one to express their heartfelt wishes. The atmosphere was cozy and touching.
Eventually, Liu Xinyu and Qiao Fei found their way to Jing Xuan and the others. When Jing Xuan saw Qiao Fei, her eyes lit up with delight and admiration. “Fei’er!”
She had been so busy lately that she’d neglected her, and she truly felt sorry. She stepped forward and gently pulled Qiao Fei into her arms, her lips brushing her hair. In that moment, Qiao Fei’s heart finally settled. She was still her Jing Xuan—tender, affectionate, hers.
Just a while ago, she’d even doubted whether she had fallen for someone else. The absurdity of that thought made her smile sheepishly as she leaned against her chest, quietly sticking out her tongue in embarrassment.
Jing Xuan wasn’t the only one mesmerized by Qiao Fei. Even Yan Jun, who had only heard of her before, was stunned upon seeing her in person. It was her first time meeting the legendary Qiao Fei, and she was exactly as described—a girl so enchanting that one would fall for her at first glance. An angel in human form. Suddenly, Jing Xuan’s “infidelity” didn’t seem entirely unforgivable.
Qiao Fei didn’t enjoy such crowded occasions. Sensing this, Jing Xuan decided to take her away. After exchanging a few words with Gao Zhe and Yan Jun, she walked over to Lan Qing.
“Qing’er, I’m taking Fei’er home. Sorry for leaving so early.”
Lan Qing’s gaze lingered on their tightly clasped hands. “Haha, Brother Jing Xuan, no need to be so polite. I really enjoyed this party. Thank you.”
“Oh… no need to thank me. I’m glad you liked it. Then… we’ll be off now.”
As she turned to leave, Lan Qing’s soft voice drifted after them: “Drive safely.”
Jing Xuan paused for a split second, then wrapped her arm around Qiao Fei and quickly exited Huatian.
The silver One-77 cruised steadily through the city streets. Qiao Fei stared at Jing Xuan’s perfect profile, eyes unblinking.
“Heh… Fei’er, is there a flower on my face?”
“No.”
“Then what are you staring at so intently, hmm?”
“Xuan… will you ever leave me?”
Jing Xuan pulled the car over and turned to face her seriously. “Fei’er, what’s wrong?”
“Xuan… answer me.”
“I…”
Jing Xuan wasn’t one to make frivolous promises like “Of course I’ll never leave you.” To her, such words were sacred—once spoken, they must be kept. But even she wasn’t sure if she and Fei’er could really walk to the end together. Life, which seemed calm on the surface, was already surging with undercurrents.
She didn’t want to drag Qiao Fei into the chaos of her world. She needed to protect her innocence. Her world should remain untouched by shadows.
“Mmm…”
Without waiting for a reply, Qiao Fei suddenly leaned in and kissed her—deeply, passionately. Her agile tongue sought entrance, her soft, moist lips repeatedly caressing her. Her hands wandered over her chest, gently exploring. Jing Xuan froze for a moment, then returned her kiss with growing intensity, soon taking the lead. Her technique was clumsy, but the kiss was filled with yearning and determination.
Sensing her emotions, Jing Xuan finally pulled away and began, “Fei’er, I—”
But Qiao Fei pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her. Her gaze was firm and unwavering. In her luminous eyes, she could see her own reflection—clear and complete.
“Xuan… let’s go home.”