Chapter 19: Jiang Qing’e’s Memories

After dinner, Qin Luo began washing the dishes. When he came out, he saw his Little Aunt sitting on the sofa. Though she was still as stunning as ever, there was a trace of worry in her beautiful eyes.

Is something troubling her?

After thinking for a moment, he walked over and said,
“Little Aunt, do you want to try my massage?”

Jiang Qing’e was slightly startled. She looked at the boy with her flawless face and said softly,
“Then I’ll trouble you, Luo Luo.”

“It’s no trouble. Just relax.”

When Qin Luo was younger, he often saw signs of fatigue on his aunt’s face, so he had taught himself some massage techniques. They weren’t professional, but they were decent enough.

He moved behind her. As she sat upright, her already full curves became even more pronounced. A glimpse of fair skin could be seen beneath her collar, carrying an indescribable allure.

Qin Luo raised his hands and gently placed them on her shoulders, beginning to knead slowly.

Jiang Qing’e felt the boy’s strength and rhythm. Her expression gradually softened, and a hint of pleasure appeared in her eyes.

His fingers moved downward, pressing along her fair neck. Her skin was as smooth as jade—soft and warm to the touch.

Jiang Qing’e closed her eyes, looking completely at ease.

Just like that, Qin Luo quietly continued the massage. After a while, he realized that she had fallen asleep.

Her noble and beautiful face looked gentle, her lips slightly parted, her breathing soft and even.

She must be really exhausted…

He didn’t wake her. Looking at the mature figure before him, he bent slightly, slipping one arm under her shoulders and the other beneath her legs, lifting her up.

Her cheek rested against his shoulder. The soft, delicate sensation came through the fabric of her stockings.

Qin Luo felt a stir in his heart, but he forcefully suppressed it.

As if sensing a familiar presence, the woman in his arms shifted slightly, pressing closer to him.

Qin Luo: !!!

The soft pressure made his hands tremble for a moment.

Carefully, he carried her into the bedroom, laid her down on the bed, and covered her with a blanket. Just as he was about to leave, a hand grabbed him.

“Luo Luo… don’t leave your aunt…”

It was a murmur from her sleep.

Qin Luo’s heart softened.

His aunt had given up so much for him and his sister.

But to him, this feeling was both warm… and complicated.

If not for him, she might have already built her own family.

He held back the emotions he couldn’t quite express.

“I’m here, Little Aunt,” he whispered.

As if hearing him, a faint smile appeared on her beautiful face.

The next moment, she pulled him closer.

“Ah—!”

Qin Luo’s body stiffened as he fell into her embrace.

If he struggled, he could easily break free—but that would wake her.

After a brief hesitation, he didn’t resist.

Just this once… I’ll indulge myself a little.

As long as she didn’t leave him, that was enough.

He gently wrapped an arm around her slender waist and closed his eyes.

***

Jiang Qing’e had originally planned to continue working after dinner. But the unfamiliar fragrance she had smelled on Luo Luo’s clothes unsettled her.

He had grown up.

What if one day… he left her?

When he offered to massage her, she naturally didn’t refuse.

With the comfort and the familiar presence, her consciousness gradually blurred, and she fell asleep.

In her haze, she felt that warmth slipping away. Instinctively, she reached out and pulled him into her arms.

Feeling his presence again, she sank back into peaceful sleep.

***

Even now, Jiang Qing’e still remembered the first time she met Luo Luo.

He had been a well-behaved, adorable little boy.

She never told him that his parents had passed away. She only said they had entrusted him to her care.

Later, when the boy learned the truth, he didn’t cry or throw a tantrum.

His young face showed strength beyond his years—like a little adult.

But the tears in his eyes were heartbreaking.

Day by day, he grew more sensible. He even got along well with his sister on his own initiative. Gradually, Jiang Qing’e felt at ease and became accustomed to this life.

But later—

Her cold-blooded father, in order to curry favor with the Four Great Families, sent people to her door.

“I’ve decided. You’ll marry Young Master Liu. The wedding will be in a month. Come back with me.”

“I refuse! Father, isn’t it enough? You forced Mother to death—now you want to take my life too?!”

“I am your father—and the head of the Jiang family. I must consider the entire clan.”

The atmosphere grew heavy.

“For the Jiang family?” Jiang Qing’e sneered. “More like for your own future.”

Smack!

Her words enraged the man. He stood abruptly, his gaze vicious.

“You are my daughter. Who you marry is for me to decide!”

In anger, he grabbed a teacup from the table and hurled it at her.

But at that moment—

A small figure rushed forward.

Bang!

The teacup struck the boy’s forehead.

Jiang Qing’e’s mind went blank.

The boy staggered to his feet, shouting hoarsely:

“You’re not allowed to take my aunt away!”

Blood streamed down his forehead. His body swayed… and then he collapsed.

The man flew into a rage, ordering his men to knock the boy unconscious and take him away to an orphanage.

At that moment, all the emotions Jiang Qing’e had suppressed for so long erupted.

This was the first time she defied her father.

And the first time she shattered the authority of that so-called “father” with her own hands.

At that very moment—

She broke through.

Not only did she reach the peak, matching that cold-blooded man in strength, she went even further—breaking her limits and stepping into a legendary realm:

Half-step Dao Realm.

It was also the first time she saw fear in that man’s eyes.

Faced with such a Jiang Qing’e, the man lost all dignity and knelt to beg for mercy.

She did not kill him.

But she made him suffer a fate worse than death—

She cast him into the Bone-Devouring Grounds, where he would be consumed bit by bit.

***

When Qin Luo later woke up, Jiang Qing’e asked him why he had stepped forward.

The boy’s answer was simple—but it deeply moved her heart:

“Because you’re my aunt. I won’t let anyone bully you.”