Roxy Shangguan still looked worried and asked, "Really? I don’t feel hot at all!"
Quentin gently lifted her onto the bed and helped her get dressed. Roxy’s little hands mischievously roamed over him, her expression growing even more concerned. "Quincy, are you sure you’re not sick? You seem to be getting hotter!"
Quentin, unable to bear it any longer, grabbed her naughty little hands and said through gritted teeth, "When you grow up, you’ll feel hot too!"
"Huh?" Roxy was confused for a moment, then suddenly understood. "So adults are hotter than kids!"
Quentin’s face darkened and he snapped, "Roxy Shangguan!" He didn’t believe this clever little girl truly didn’t understand!
Roxy twisted her fingers innocently. "Isn’t that right?"
Quentin ignored her, afraid she’d drive him mad. He reached for his clothes, but before he could put them on, Roxy snatched them away and pitifully said, "Quincy, don’t be angry. Let me help you get dressed."
Quentin was at his wit’s end and just stared at her, unmoving. Their eyes met, neither making a move, until Roxy pouted and tears welled up in her eyes. Quentin could only surrender, stretching out his arms so she could put his clothes on.
Although one stood on the bed and the other on the floor, Roxy’s tiny arms and legs made it hard for her to help Quentin. Clutching the long robe, she clambered up Quentin, using both hands and feet. Her little hands took advantage whenever she could, and her mouth sometimes left faint teeth marks on him. Then she’d look up apologetically, letting him know she didn’t mean it.
Finally, after much effort, Roxy managed to climb up and hang onto Quentin’s neck, satisfied as she admired the little bite marks all over him. Feeling quite proud, she waved her tiny arms and came to a conclusion. "Quincy, I can’t help you get dressed!" She clung to his neck, dangling from him, one hand shaking the long robe to prove she wasn’t lying—her hands simply couldn’t reach.
Quentin calmly lifted her off from behind and said, "I’ll dress myself." Now you know why Quentin always has a headache?
Clearly, Roxy has done this sort of thing plenty of times! That’s why Quentin doesn’t bother bending down anymore—no matter what he does, Roxy finds a way to torment him. So he just lets her have her fun, waiting until she’s done. But honestly, it’s exhausting.
Quentin finally finished dressing and carried Roxy outside. His expression was grim—was he angry at Roxy’s mischief, or... frustrated in another way?
Roxy glanced at him, her eyes sparkling, then snuggled against his neck and said sweetly, "Quincy, I like you best!"
Quentin looked down at her, his eyes full of helplessness and a touch of fondness. He shook his head and sighed, "I must owe you from a past life!"
Roxy pouted, sounding aggrieved. "Don’t you like me anymore?"
Quentin looked at her, both amused and helpless. "You really wear me out!" He kissed her cheek and whispered, "Even if it’s a debt from a past life, I’m willing to pay."
Hearing that, Roxy hugged him and grinned triumphantly, patting his shoulder and squinting. "I’ll give you plenty of time to pay me back!" She was the perfect picture of someone getting their way and still acting cute.
When they arrived at the main hall, everyone who was supposed to be there had already gathered.
Evan Hua held Kathy Ren close, watching the drama unfold. Autumn Du stood beside Kathy, her face veiled, while Sylas Ren, seemingly indestructible, had bounced back from despair and was now sitting off to the side, sipping wine and enjoying the show—more than his own parents, even.
Wendy Hua looked utterly exhausted, standing timidly with none of her former radiance. She was no longer the arrogant young lady—now, she seemed genuinely afraid of Raymond Lei.
At that moment, no one knew what Raymond Lei said, but Charles Hua’s body trembled and his face flushed with anger. Autumn Du was visibly uneasy, while Raymond Lei looked smug and triumphant, like a villain who’d gotten his way.
When Quentin and Roxy entered, Raymond Lei greeted them politely—clearly, he was still wary of Quentin.
Wendy only glanced at Quentin before lowering her head, her expression hidden. In just three days, she seemed to have become a completely different person.
Seeing Quentin, Charles Hua gradually calmed down, then turned to Raymond Lei and snorted, "My estate will go to my son. No one else should even think about it!"
Now that he knew Quentin was his biological son, Charles Hua was determined to leave his fortune to him. As the head of the Lotus Sect, Quentin was more than capable of holding onto the inheritance.
Raymond Lei shot Quentin a quick look. Charles had always seemed to dislike Quentin—why the sudden change? Had all his scheming been for nothing? He was unwilling to accept it!
But if that was truly the case, he wouldn’t dare challenge Quentin. He was rational enough to know Iron Sand Hall couldn’t possibly compete with the Lotus Sect.
So now, his only hope was that Quentin would refuse the inheritance. After all, Quentin was proud, and Charles had treated him poorly before. It wasn’t impossible that Quentin would turn it down. Plus, the inheritance wasn’t all that tempting for the Lotus Sect.
When Wendy heard Charles’s words, she glanced up at him, then lowered her head even further, her hands clenched tightly. No one knew how much pain she was in. She’d always thought her parents adored her, so when Raymond Lei took her away, she kept waiting for them to rescue her. She believed they loved her enough to risk everything for her.
But she waited until she’d married Raymond, until he humiliated and claimed her, until he brought her home—yet no one ever came to save her.