Qina Arrival

As Qina managed to get a ticket for a flight two days later. I was brimming with excitement that day.

And it hadn't been long since I'd last seen her, but it felt like eternity. It was already getting dark outside when Fu Shao and I pulled up at airport. I wished Qina could have gotten a morning or afternoon flight instead.

Since my comment that he would kill me in order to protect the clan, he'd been emotionally withdrawn, not that he'd been an open book even before that.

The only way we interacted was at night when Fu Shao pleasured me with his hands and mouth, and I him in turn.

Maybe without my sister visit, I'd have tried to talk to him or even pleaded him to show me where he worked, instead I'd given him the space he obviously wanted.

When he parked the car and we got out. He didn't try to take my hand. I didn't think he was the type of man who held hands, but he touched my lower back as we entered the arrival area of the airport.

"Are you sure you'll be okay with my sister living with us for the next few days?"

"Yes. And I promised your father to protect her. It's easier when she's living in our penthouse."

"But I'm sure that she will try to provoke you," I said.

"I can handle a little girl."

"She's not that little. She's barely younger than me."

"I can handle her."

"Fu Shao, listen," I said firmly.

"Qina is a master of how to push people's buttons. If you aren't absolutely sure that you can control yourself, I won't let her near you either."

His eyes blazed. He'd been on edge all day.

"Don't worry. I won't kill her or you in the next few days."

I took a step back.

Where did that come from?

Was he angry because of what I'd said?

But that was the truth that both knew, right?

"Big sister!"

I turned around soon I recognised the voice.

Qina running toward me, dropping her trolley on the way. We collided almost painfully, but I clutched her to myself tightly.

"I'm so glad you're here," I whispered.

She nodded, then pulled back, searching my face.

"No visible bruises," she said loudly, her gaze darting behind me toward Fu Shao.

"You only hit places that are covered by clothes?"

I gripped her hand and gave her a warning look.

"Get your luggage, little Su," Fu Shao ordered.

"I don't want to stand here all night."

Qina glared at him but retrieved her trolley and returned to us.

"As a big brother, he would have got it for me."

"A big brother? Huh, yes," Fu Shao said with a tight smile.

We walked back to our car, my arm linked with Qin. While Fu Shao walked a few steps ahead and got behind the steering wheel without a word.