Chapter 15: Pitch-pot

"Great! Feng Er, you're really something! You can hit the pot bullseye even blindfolded!"

Second brother?

What's going on? Is he showing off again?

Blindfolded pitching? Is he not afraid of someone reporting this to Princess Changlin, and repeating the tragic fate of the past life?

Just as she was thinking about how to deal with him, she saw that Bai Siruo was already excitedly pulling them both over.

The pitch-pot area was set up not far from the warm pavilion.

As today's banquet was a mixed gathering of men and women, the pitch-pot area had attracted a crowd of curious female spectators.

The married women naturally took a keen interest in the unmarried ladies of their families, and some bold ones even started cheering.

Feng Er's arrowhead was as sharp as a hawk's eyes, accurately hitting the copper pot every time, eliciting praises from the surrounding crowd.

The young nobleman who lost nearby, feeling resentful, could only leave in frustration, unable to match Feng Er's skills.

"Boring! There isn't a single skilled player in the Eastern Capital!"

Su Cheng's expression of satisfaction made Susheng grit his teeth.

This kid couldn't go a day without showing off.

"Oh? Second cousin, you say that, but I find it hard to swallow."

Bai Siruo squeezed her way forward from behind, with Feng Jinyao and Xu Mingyue in tow.

Feng Er was still boasting, but then he saw his sister glaring at him, as if warning him not to be too ostentatious.

"Hey hey, cousin, would you like to give it a try?"

"Naturally, but if we're going to compete, let's make it a bit more challenging. I have a few lotus pitch-pots that can be placed on the Water Pavilion Lake. The lake is fed by underground springs, so it doesn't freeze. If cousin doesn't mind, shall we have a water pitch-pot contest?"

Su Cheng applauded, "That would be great. I've heard that Miss Bai's pitch-pot skills are not inferior to Feng Er's. Today, we are fortunate to witness it firsthand."

Bai Siruo smiled brightly at this moment. Riddle-solving might not be her forte, but pitch-pot was her strong suit, and she wanted to show off in front of Wei Lanxuan and the others.

"Cousin, if you're interested, I'll accompany you."

"Second brother!" Feng Jinyao spoke up to stop him, but surrounded by so many people, she couldn't explain the reason in detail.

So she casually found an excuse and said to him again, "Didn't you injure your hand during the hunt? You'd better rest. If cousin insists on competing, I'll do it."

She narrowed her eyes and stared at Feng Er, her warning evident even to a blind man.

This time it was Feng Er's turn to widen his eyes. When did he injure his hand? He didn't know?

Su Cheng was also puzzled. They had been together during the hunt, so how could he not know? He was about to speak up when Feng Er stopped him.

"It's my sister who's concerned about me. My hand really hurts."

Saying that, he clutched his right wrist and cried out in pain, making those who didn't know think he had injured his wrist.

Bai Siruo was also puzzled, what kind of play was this?

Could it be that Feng Er had some secret that couldn't be told to others?

But everything was prepared, and not competing would be losing face.

So she took Feng Jinyao's hand and asked eagerly, "Cousin, can you pitch-pot too? Why haven't I heard of it before? Are you sure you want to compete with me?"

Feng Jinyao, helpless, pursed her lips. She didn't expect this kind of limelight.

But Feng Er was so ostentatious, she couldn't just let it go. If she didn't suppress him, she was afraid they would repeat the mistakes of the past, and how could that be allowed? So she had to go through with it.

"Cousin, rest assured, I do know some, but compared to you, I'm probably far behind."

"Until the results are out, don't talk nonsense. Let me see your skills first. I have sharp eyes, and if you deliberately lose to me, I'll know how to deal with you!"

Frightened by her pretended capriciousness, Feng Jinyao reluctantly agreed, "I'll do my best."

The pitch-pot competition was judged by points.

Hitting the pot bullseye scored one point, hitting the pot ear scored two points, and the most difficult was piercing through the pot, which would score five points if achieved.

However, this move hadn't been seen for many years, so when the rules were established, this step was omitted.

Each person had ten arrowheads, and there was no need to take turns. Soon, the lotus pitch-pots were floating on the lake, drifting along with the underground spring below.

"Cousin, let's begin." Bai Siruo gave the order and took the first shot, hitting the nearest pot bullseye.

The crowd cheered, and even Feng Er looked at her with more appreciation than usual.

"You, little girl, underestimate you." After saying that, he burst into laughter and went to instruct Feng Jinyao on the side.

Although she didn't know why her sister had stopped him from participating, as her elder brother, how could he allow her to fall behind? So he quietly gave her some pointers from behind.

"Keep your mind calm, focus your energy on the tip of your right hand, and aim your eyes, arrow, and heart at that lotus pot. Be bold in your throw."

Nervously rubbing the arrow shaft, this scene reminded her of some past events.

When Wen Mengsheng, who was no worse than Feng Er in pitch-pot, had just gotten married, he had tried to show a harmonious relationship with her, so he had taught her, a completely ignorant novice, very skillfully.

Then, because of the leisure in the back court, pitch-pot had become her pastime for a while. Therefore, her pitch-pot skills were not something ordinary people could compare to, but she never showed them off in front of others.

"Clang." Bai Siruo hit another bullseye. This was her fifth shot, and while the crowd applauded her, they also quietly laughed at Feng Jinyao, who had not yet made a move.

"Miss Feng San can't see clearly? Or does she not have enough strength in her hand? She's about to crush the arrowheads, why hasn't she thrown them yet?"

The one speaking was the young nobleman who had just lost to Feng Er. His eyes were full of revenge, and his tone was naturally unfriendly.

Feng Jinyao glanced at the man, and soon recognized him as a former friend of Wen Mengsheng.

Although he had complimented her face to face in the past, she had overheard him trying to trip her up behind her back several times.

Birds of a feather flock together.

Disgusting!

Turning her head, she aimed and threw several arrows at the pot, hitting the bull

seye every time.

Feng Er was shocked to see this. He had never seen his sister practice pitch-pot before. Could she be a genius!?

With a surprised look in his eyes, he was about to say something when he saw Bai Siruo hit three pot ears in a row, doubling her score and widening her lead.

"Cousin, how about that?" Bai Siruo's eyes showed admiration for Feng Jinyao's skills and confidence in her own abilities.

Encountering such a opponent, Feng Jinyao naturally wouldn't intentionally lose, because that would be the greatest insult to each other.

Concentrating again to prepare for the next throw, she suddenly heard a voice, "Is she Miss Feng San?"

Plunk, the two arrows fell into the water, and Feng Jinyao's heart was in chaos.

It was all because of that person, she couldn't forget no matter how many times she died.

Wen! Meng! Sheng!

It's his voice.

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 Chapter 168: Chu Heng's Reflection

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 Chapter 167: Alone

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Chapter 623: Baby, Come Out Quickly, Your Mother is Working Hard

Wei Xishi stayed at the Qingcheng Taoist Temple for a month.

After a month, the old abbot ceased to breathe.

Under the guidance of the old abbot, he had been shouting "Master" for a month, and he had somewhat grasped the rudiments of metaphysics.

Just as he was getting interested and prepared to delve deeper, the old abbot passed away.

Thus, the dilapidated Qingcheng Taoist Temple was left with only Wei Xishi.

The Taoist temple, when it reached his hands, had not completely declined.

Wei Xishi became the 36th generation successor of the Qingcheng Taoist Temple and its only member.

He truly learned and understood the arts of metaphysics during the month of guidance from his master. Although he was not proficient, he had the talent and had learned some basics.

Afterwards, his family found him, and Wei Xishi left the Qingcheng Taoist Temple.

In the following years, he didn't forget to study metaphysics.

Now, he had achieved a little, but he was not as accomplished as Lu Wenbin and Qiao Nanyuan.

However, he was satisfied with being self-taught and achieving what he had.

As long as the Qingcheng Taoist Temple didn't break the inheritance in his hands, Wei Xishi would be content.

Liu Liu was the next successor he found for the Qingcheng Taoist Temple.

Wei Xishi supported Liu Liu's shoulder and left the teaching building, with the chubby orange cat following behind them, unafraid.

On their way, Wei Xishi pondered a lot.

He knew himself well, and he was not a match for the evil spirit at the Oti School.

It was time to find some help.

If he really met his end here, the old bald donkey at the Nan Yin Temple would be overjoyed.

Before officially passing on the Qingcheng Taoist Temple to Liu Liu, Wei Xishi didn't dare to risk his life.

At two o'clock in the morning.

The Xiangxi Manor.

The vast manor was quiet and silent, with only a few night guards patrolling lightly.

In the upstairs bedroom, there was a slight vibration.

Sleeping Qin Ruan was disturbed and shifted uneasily.

She frowned lightly, hugging the blanket in her arms and turned over.

Hou Yunjiao, who was awakened, opened his deep eyes first. He looked at Qin Ruan first and saw her displeased little face. He gently embraced her in his arms.

The phone on the table was still vibrating.

A slender hand reached over Qin Ruan and picked up the phone.

The incoming call on the phone was labeled as "Sixth Young Master of the West City."

Seeing this name, Hou Yunjiao's eyes flickered with thought.

He swiped the phone to answer the call.

Soon, a suppressed and irritable voice came from the other end.

"Qin Xiaowu, Young Master Qiao has been coming to my nightclub every day during this period. It's affecting my business, and I can't do anything. You better take this kid away. If this continues, I'll have to close down my places."

"Back then, if you hadn't kicked him, scaring him, this kid wouldn't be holding a grudge like this. He's a noble young master and can't be beaten or scolded..."

Sixth Young Master's voice was full of frustration. He was truly afraid of Xiao Qiao.

This kid didn't follow the rules at all and caused a lot of trouble in the West City.

Hou Yunjiao's cold eyes flashed with a glint.

He asked in a low voice, "What did Xiao Qiao do?"

A deep and pleasant voice with a touch of unfamiliarity from the upper class clearly transmitted to Sixth Young Master's ear.

Jiang Liu Er's voice instantly faltered.

In front of people other than Qin Ruan, Hou Yunjiao's patience had always been limited.

His voice turned cold as a knife, dangerous and icy, "Speak!"

Sixth Young Master felt he shouldn't explain too much. Since it was really Hou Yunjiao, why didn't he tell this young master earlier?

"It's nothing much, just some minor mischief. He has been partying in the high-end places in the West City recently. Now many people in the West City know his name. I'm afraid something might happen if this continues."

Hou Yunjiao's temples twitched with every item that Sixth Young Master mentioned Xiao Qiao doing.

He slowly closed his eyes, and with that chilly and emotionless voice, he asked the Sixth Young Master on the phone, "Where is he now?"

Sixth Young Master replied, "He's right beside me."

"Put it on speaker."

Sixth Young Master put the call on speaker, and immediately, Xiao Qiao's voice sounded, "Cousin?"

Qiao Xi thought Sixth Young Master was fooling around with him. Now seeing the situation seemed to be real, he started to tremble inside.

If it was really his cousin, his good days might be over.

"It's me."

Hou Yunjiao's low voice echoed from the phone speaker.

"Qiao Xi, I'll have someone compensate Sixth Young Master for the losses you caused. Then, immediately come back to the old mansion. You have one hour. If you don't return within an hour, I'll make sure you stay in the West City forever."

Qiao Xi's bluster began, "Cousin, wait, let me explain. How can you listen to that old fox's one-sided words?"

Hou Yunjiao didn't want to listen to his explanation. "You are not allowed to step into the West City again."

After saying that, he directly hung up the phone.

Hou Yunjiao's temples throbbed heavily.

This kid, Qiao Xi, really should not have been given hope.

He had been so quiet recently, and it turned out he had gone to the West City to cause trouble.

Qin Ruan's body moved slightly, adjusting for comfort.

She raised her hand, circling it around Hou Yunjiao's slim waist, and asked softly, "Who was it?"

Her tired voice carried a hint of laziness.

She had been awakened again.

Huo Yunjiao's fingertips followed her ear, gently touching her temple, "It's nothing. Qiao Xi caused some trouble, but it's already resolved."

"Oh."

Qin Ruan was about to open her eyes. After hearing that Hou Yunjiao had resolved it, she fell back asleep.

Her uneven breathing quickly became steady.

She was tightly pressed against Hou Yunjiao, and both of them were wearing comfortable and smooth pajamas, as if their skin was touching each other.

They could clearly sense each other's body temperature.

Even in her sleep, Qin Ruan's hand was still holding onto Hou Yunjiao's waist.

Hou Yunjiao put the phone back in place and looked at Qin Ruan's sleeping face.

This girl would be so elusive during the day, but only when she was asleep could she be so well-behaved.

His hand reached into the blanket, and he gently lifted Qin Ruan's pajama, touching her belly, which carried twins.

As soon as his fingertips touched the warm skin, the babies inside the belly responded.

Feeling the baby's response, Hou Yunjiao's lips curled up in a faint smile.

He had an inexplicable gentleness about him, no longer showing the coldness he had just displayed when talking to Sixth Young Master.

"Baby, come out quickly. Your mother is working hard."

The baby in the belly moved as if in response to Huo Yunjiao's words.

Laughter filled the room, a joyful laughter.

Chapter 622: What's the Use of Crying? I'm Not Dead Yet!

Before Wei Xishi lost consciousness, he tightly held onto the bronze coin sword in his hand.

Floating inside the classroom were white bones, slowly drifting towards him.

The white bones approached, their color pale and their joints distinct, as skeletal hands reached out slowly toward Wei Xishi.

As the white bones touched Wei Xishi, a faint golden light shot out from the bronze coin sword in his hand.

The golden light flashed, and the faint divine light pushed back the menacing white bones.

"Aaahhhh!!!"

The white bones let out a piercing scream and disappeared in an instant.

One hour later.

Liu Liu waited anxiously at the dormitory building, but Wei Xishi had not returned.

He tightly held the peach wood sword in his arms as he walked out of the room and headed towards the teaching building.

The quiet campus appeared eerie under the dim streetlights.

The closer he got to the teaching building, the more the chilling aura permeated his skin.

Liu Liu's heart was in turmoil, and the fear deep within him surfaced.

In this quiet and dark environment, he felt an inexplicable sense of dread, as if there were many demons and monsters lurking in the darkness, all staring at him.

Liu Liu quickened his pace, trying to bolster his courage by talking to himself.

"Boss, it's so dark and scary here."

"You haven't paid me this month yet, a total of 8,800 yuan."

"You better not have any accidents, or else I'll be left with nothing…."

Liu Liu kept muttering to himself, trying to bolster his courage as he walked towards the teaching building.

Just as he was about to go upstairs, he heard a faint rustling sound nearby.

A cold shiver ran down his spine, and his scalp went numb instantly.

Liu Liu closed his eyes tightly and trembled as he said, "Spare me, all evil spirits and demons, I'm timid and not tasty. I have no grudges with any of you, don't increase your sins. Killing me won't do you any good, my boss will avenge me, and he's very powerful…"

He babbled without even knowing what he was saying.

Holding the peach wood sword tightly, he was on edge.

"Meow—"

Suddenly, a cat's meow sounded from below Liu Liu.

He opened his eyes wide and saw an orange cat squatting in front of him.

The cat was quite… chubby.

Yes, very chubby!

The chubby cat sat on the ground, looking up at Liu Liu with its green, glossy eyes.

There was a hint of mockery in its feline eyes, as if it was making fun of Liu Liu's timidity.

It wasn't a ghost, which relieved Liu Liu.

He glanced around uneasily, not seeing anything frightening.

He didn't pay much attention to the chubby orange cat's presence and continued on his way.

The cat followed behind him, stepping lightly without making a sound.

Liu Liu searched each floor for Wei Xishi.

There was no sign of his boss on the first or second floor.

After searching these two floors, Liu Liu was already covered in sweat.

Although he wasn't well-versed in the occult world, having been with Wei Xishi for several years, he had learned some basics.

As soon as he stepped into the teaching building, he felt goosebumps all over, and they hadn't subsided until now.

The atmosphere here was creepy, and there were definitely puppets lurking around.

During their previous work with Wei Xishi, they had encountered many situations like this.

Based on past experience, Liu Liu couldn't fool himself into thinking that this teaching building was clean.

He felt somewhat relieved with the chubby cat behind him, finding some comfort in its presence.

Liu Liu reached the third floor, and the temperature here was noticeably colder than the lower floors.

The air was filled with a suffocating scent.

Despite wearing a cotton coat, the cold still seeped through his clothes and into his bones.

Liu Liu shivered unconsciously.

Holding the peach wood sword tightly, he moved forward cautiously, observing his surroundings.

The night breeze brushed against his cheeks, making him feel both sober and frightened.

Soon, Liu Liu came to a stop, his pupils dilating.

A dark figure stood a few meters away from him, but he couldn't see what it was.

Yet, upon seeing it, Liu Liu was already frightened.

Sweat dripped from his palms, his scalp went numb, and his eyes widened as he looked like he was ready to turn and run for his life.

As he hesitated about turning and leaving, the chubby orange cat walked up.

With an elegant yet somewhat amusing gait, it approached the dark figure, wiggling its bottom as it got closer.

It wasn't anyone else, but Wei Xishi, who had lost consciousness.

The chubby cat approached and nudged his hand that was not holding the bronze coin sword.

The soft touch woke Wei Xishi up.

His eyelids twitched, and he let out a soft groan.

In the quiet space, his familiar voice rang out, and Liu Liu's body moved even before his brain processed it.

He rushed forward to the dark figure.

It was his boss's voice; he couldn't have misheard.

Finding his boss, he didn't care about anything else, and he knelt down in front of the dark figure.

Liu Liu pulled at Wei Xishi's pale and refined handsome face, calling out anxiously, "Boss, wake up."

"You haven't paid me this month yet, you can't die. If you die, I'll end up on the streets again."

"Boss, wake up, sob…"

*Smack!*

As Liu Liu sobbed and poured his heart out, he received a slap on his head.

The sound was clear and audible, shocking Liu Liu to silence.

Wei Xishi frowned, a hint of pain showing on his face, but he said lightly, "What's the use of crying? I'm not dead yet. Even if I die, I'll take you with me."

Liu Liu's lips twitched, "..."

"Then let's forget about it. I don't want the salary anymore."

He let go of Wei Xishi's sleeve and stood up, turning to leave.

After taking a few steps, he turned back.

Wei Xishi smiled and pretended to be weak, saying, "Liu Liu, I don't have the strength. Come help me up."

Liu Liu acted as if he hadn't heard and continued walking.

Anyone would be unhappy hearing a threatening remark like "I'll take you with me" even if they knew it was a joke.

Liu Liu was definitely unhappy right now.

Wei Xishi: "I'll increase your salary this month."

Upon hearing about the salary increase, Liu Liu's expression changed instantly. He turned back and ran back to Wei Xishi's side.

"Sure, Boss, I'm a good boy. I dared to come find you despite fearing life and death. Give me a higher salary this month."

He looked at Wei Xishi eagerly, his face full of expectation.

Wei Xishi was now able to stand on his own. He had only been caught off guard by the powerful blood curse and was not facing any other issues after regaining consciousness.

He just wanted to tease Liu Liu

a little.

When he stood up, he happened to glance at the classroom across the way.

In just one look, his eyes turned cold and ruthless.

Only a ghost with the ability to harvest lives could emit such intense and pervasive blood curse.

Was he looking at the culprit behind the Oti Academy incident?

Judging by the strong malevolence, it was evident that this ghost was incredibly powerful.

Although Wei Xishi was a capable Taoist at Qingcheng Taoist Temple, being a Taoist was not his main profession.

Ten years ago, he had a falling out with his family and chose to run away from home.

At that time, he was penniless and stumbled upon a desolate Taoist temple, the Qingcheng Taoist Temple.

That encounter changed the course of his life.

He inadvertently stepped into the world of the occult.

When Wei Xishi entered Qingcheng Taoist Temple, it was already in decline.

The once-grand temple was reduced to a small, sickly temple, with only an ailing abbot left.

Whether the abbot was deceiving him or it was fate, Wei Xishi ended up becoming his disciple.

After taking him as his disciple, the abbot, who was already terminally ill, dedicated his remaining days to imparting Taoist arts to Wei Xishi.

 Chapter 63: She Never Cried Before, But Tonight She Did

Jiang Chenchen returned home on a private plane and was escorted all the way back.

Lu Fang was bewildered at the time. Who were these people coming to take Jiang Chenchen away?!

In a timely call, Gu Mingmei said, "You don't need to worry about this matter. Just come back when you have time."

Lu Fang hung up the phone, still feeling puzzled. What kind of background did Jiang Chenchen have?

...

Jiang Chenchen arrived home when it was already dark.

The sudden change in weather made the night sky here snowy. The snowflakes fluttered down, shining under the streetlights outside the house.

Jiang Chenchen, in a wheelchair, was somewhat stunned outside. She liked snow, liked this place.

Because this was home.

When she was at the Haodao City Hospital, Wu Bi rushed in and said that Young Master Sheng asked her to go home.

At that moment, she felt like crying, like an injured child not forgotten, brought back home by caring family.

She hadn't cried since she was six years old. The emotions deep inside her, somewhat aggrieved, overflowed at this moment.

She returned home with the hope of seeing him.

In the living room, only a dim light was on, lacking any signs of life.

Jiang Chenchen reached out to turn on the lights but found she couldn't reach the switch while sitting, and she couldn't climb the stairs.

Standing at the entrance, she changed her shoes, wanting to try to stand up.

"Don't move."

A voice came from the living room sofa. The chilling voice echoed in the dim space.

Hearing his voice, Jiang Chenchen's movements halted. She looked in that direction, and a tall figure walked over with an imposing presence. The cold and intense aroma of alcohol emanated from him as he approached her.

A pair of deep black eyes stared at her from top to bottom.

A strong sense of oppressive darkness enveloped her. Jiang Chenchen looked up at him, and the emotions held in her heart slowly spilled out.

"Ah... Mr. Sheng."

Although her expression didn't change much, her voice was filled with vulnerability and grievance.

Sheng Mingsi's deep black eyes became even more profound. The scent of alcohol stimulated his nerves. He bent down, a giant predator making a move, and suddenly lifted her chin with one hand.

The abrupt closeness made Jiang Chenchen look into those pitch-black eyes. His hot breath fell on her face.

It seemed like he had drunk a lot, perhaps was even drunk.

His entire body exuded a strong hostility.

His eyes were different from before, and she inexplicably felt afraid. She tried to step back but was captured by him.

He held her chin, making her meet his gaze.

"Mr. Sheng..."

"Why not cherish your life?" Sheng Mingsi's voice was low, cold, and penetrating. He questioned, "Do you like it that much?"

Jiang Chenchen didn't understand. "Like what?"

Sheng Mingsi squeezed the hand holding her chin, drawing her closer. His other hand came close, almost touching her injured forehead.

Jiang Chenchen gasped lightly.

That soft sound made him, whose nerves were burned by alcohol, regain a trace of sanity.

Sheng Mingsi pressed his head and closed his eyes, took a deep breath, suppressed the alcohol-induced turmoil, and gently touched her forehead.

His hand was cool, although the house was warm. His breath was so hot.

At this moment, his hand suddenly became gentle, releasing her chin. His voice became unusually hoarse and mesmerizing.

"Forehead injury."

"Forehead is injured."

He said, bending down halfway, his tall figure in front of her, eye level with her. So close, he reached out and gently brushed away her hair, tousled by the wind and snow, asking, "Does it still hurt?"

The gentle and crisp voice entered her ears. It was a caring remark, and this sudden change made Jiang Chenchen's emotions of grievance surge again. She responded softly.

"It hurts, and my foot is swollen too, it hurts too." She said to him.

Like an aggrieved child confiding in the person closest to her.

Sheng Mingsi originally wanted to touch her head but changed his mind, standing up and stepping back a bit. He said, "Will you dare to be so strong-willed in the future?"

Jiang Chenchen saw him move away a bit again, not understanding why his actions were so erratic tonight. Was he still angry?

"No, if it weren't for the first time wearing high heels, with such thin heels, I wouldn't have fallen."

Sheng Mingsi's deep black gaze shifted away from her and towards the side, his voice becoming distant and indifferent. "With injuries like this, do you still like him?"

Jiang Chenchen didn't understand how they came back to this question again.

"Like what? He is the target in my script."

If she didn't save him, he would have been stabbed to death. How could the show continue, and how could she make money? It was all an unexpected accident with the high heels; otherwise, she wouldn't have been injured.

Sheng Mingsi was about to say something more but stopped abruptly, his eyes coldly withdrawing. He bent down to pick her up from the wheelchair.

"Don't be mad at me anymore."

She grabbed his hand.

Looking at him pleasingly.

Sheng Mingsi paused, looking at the hand holding his arm. He tried to pull away, but Jiang Chenchen didn't let go. She even raised herself slightly and kissed his cheek.

Sheng Mingsi was caught off guard, and that moist kiss had already landed.

Just a light touch, but it seemed to have stirred up the suppressed impulse, and his whole body screamed.

He froze, never expecting things to reach this point. What was she doing?

"Kiss you, are you not mad anymore?"

Jiang Chenchen looked up at him. Wouldn't he be angry now?

But why did he seem even more menacing?

This move didn't work at all?

Sheng Mingsi's eyes were terrifyingly deep. He bent down to pick her up, went upstairs, entered her room, and threw her onto the bed.

Leaning down.

His two arms pressed on either side of her face.

Hot breath spilled over.

In the pitch-black night, snowflakes outside the window, the thunderous heartbeat.

His eyes were intoxicated, his mind filled with desire, and he lowered his head to kiss her lips.

This scene, however, made Jiang Chenchen's heart feel like it had fallen into an ice cave. She became scared.

"Mr. Sheng..."

She pushed him hard!

The dream flashed before her eyes again, the doctor stabbed to death in the same way. But she didn't like that doctor, didn't like anyone else, only liked Sheng Mingsi.

He couldn't die.

She exerted her strength. This sudden struggle made Sheng Mingsi suddenly come to his senses.

He seemed to see her fear in the dark night. Was she crying?

He touched the tears on her cheek.

The cold tears made all his desire fade away, and reason completely occupied his mind. He suddenly realized that he had done something terribly wrong.

She had never cried before, but tonight she did.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry..."

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Chapter 145: Extraordinary Good Neighbor

Last time, when Li Bingkun exposed her involvement in overturning Aunt Wu's fruit stall, the business of the grocery store declined significantly. If Bai Lu were to reveal the peeping incident, it would further damage her reputation, and the grocery store would be left with no business.

Bai Lu seemed to want her to close the shop for good! Li Shuixian immediately exerted all her strength, trying to free her wrist from Bai Lu's grasp.

No matter how hard she tried, Bai Lu's grip was like a pair of iron pliers, holding her tightly, making it impossible for her to break free.

"Let go of me!"

Growling didn't help. Li Shuixian tried to walk away directly, thinking that with her size, Bai Lu wouldn't be able to hold her.

As soon as her familiar foot stepped out, Bai Lu gave a strong tug, causing her to stumble backward, almost falling.

Bai Lu effortlessly pulled her back again, saying, "What's the rush? You haven't even said hello to everyone."

Li Shuixian's heart sank. With eyes squinted into a narrow slit, she anxiously looked around at the growing crowd, searching for familiar faces for help.

Before she could find any, a voice that left her feeling like ashes sounded beside her.

"This is Li Shuixian."

"Auntie Fang and Sister Wu, take a closer look. She's Li Shuixian, the owner of Haiji Grocery Store at the end of the street. She sells a lot of things. Do you all remember now?"

Bai Lu spoke while holding down Li Shuixian's other hand, ensuring everyone could clearly see her face.

Even though Li Shuixian squinted with her red, swollen eyes, trying to evade and dodge, her plump figure and round, unangular face were enough for everyone present to recognize her at a glance.

"I remember now, this is Li Shuixian!"

"Yes, yes, I remember too. Li Shuixian, the owner of Haiji Grocery Store at the end of the street. I bought two packs of salt from her store yesterday afternoon, I remember."

"Why do you still dare to buy things from her store? Aren't you afraid of getting... getting food poisoning? Last time, when Aunt Wu's fruit stall was overturned by that stubbled man, it was Li Shuixian who orchestrated it. I was there and heard it all clearly!"

"I went back to my hometown for a visit recently and just returned the day before yesterday. I had no idea such a big incident happened on the street. Tell me in detail!"

"The thing is..."

The incident of Aunt Wu's fruit stall being maliciously overturned was brought up again, and the crowd quickly spread the word.

Those who already knew the truth focused on the new developments before them.

For example, Auntie Fang, after exchanging greetings with Bai Lu, spoke directly, "What's wrong with Li Shuixian? She came out of your house early in the morning, eyes all red and swollen, and you have to support her. Is her leg injured, making it hard for her to walk?"

Mrs. Wu also looked at Li Shuixian's eyes and said, "Is her eyesight bad? Can't she see the way?"

"With her eyes squinted into a narrow slit, and redness in her eyeballs, she seems to have contracted conjunctivitis. Bai Lu, be careful. Conjunctivitis is contagious. You should let her go; it's not good if you accidentally get infected. How annoying!"

Bai Lu smiled and thanked Mrs. Wu and the others for their concern, explaining, "It's not that I don't want to let go. Li Shuixian's eyes were splashed with chili water. She can't see the way, and if I don't support her, she'll fall with every step."

"Splashed with chili water?" Auntie Fang exclaimed in surprise, "What happened?"

"It's my fault for not paying attention..." Bai Lu, holding Li Shuixian's wrist tightly, looked embarrassed, "I soaked some chili in the morning, planning to make spicy eggplants for lunch. I forgot about it and only remembered when I was frying chestnuts. I quickly put down the spatula and scooped out the chili."

"I was worried that the chestnuts in the pot would burn if not stirred, so I poured the chili water out of the window, but then there was a sudden scream outside."

"Scream! Does that mean someone was hiding outside the window?" Auntie Fang widened her eyes, looking horrified. "Little one, you must have been scared at that time, right?"

Bai Lu, with a pitiful expression as if recovering from a shock, nodded like a little chicken pecking at grains, "Exactly, I thought there was a thief, and I was so scared that I didn't dare to move."

"Seriously, lurking under your kitchen window to watch you fry chestnuts, what else could it be if not a thief?" Mrs. Wu stared in the direction of Li Shuixian.

"If your house didn't have a wall, and someone passing by saw it, there wouldn't be much to say. But with such a high wall, how could someone hide under the window without climbing over? And who could do that and still be considered an upright person entering through the front door?"

"Well..."

Looking at Li Shuixian, who had been hiding with her head down, and hearing her anxious attempts to explain, the neighbors suddenly became clear in their minds.

One by one, they cast suspicious glances back and forth at her.

Having waited for a long time without seeing Xiao Zhihai come to her rescue, fearing that Bai Lu, under the encouragement of the crowd, might actually send her to the police station, Li Shuixian could only reach into her pocket where she kept her money.

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  Chapter 26: Station

"Arrived at the post station!"

Seeing the post station, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, finally they could rest.

Braving the rain on the road, they were all soaked, longing for a place to warm up.

However, although the post station allowed them to stay for free, it wasn't individual rooms but rather several people crowded into one room.

Of course, even for the bailiffs, there were only two or three in one room.

But then?

The post station did have independent rooms, but you needed to pay for them yourself, and even then, it wasn't guaranteed that you could get one.

"Sir, can you give us a room? Just one for my family," Zhang Yiquan found the post station's officer and slipped him some silver.

"A room? That's a bit difficult," the bailiff frowned, "There are so many of you, and all the separate rooms are taken..."

Having been an official for so many years, Zhang Yiquan naturally wasn't clueless. He immediately understood what the officer meant and reluctantly took out another silver ingot from his sleeve.

"Sir, could you please reconsider?" 

The post station officer's eyes brightened as he discreetly pocketed the silver, coughed, and said, "With your reminder, I remember there's a large room available, enough for your whole family..."

"But it'll cost twenty taels per room."

"No problem, thank you, sir."

Zhang Yiquan's eyes lit up and he quickly handed over thirty taels. He couldn't sleep well last night in the wilderness, and now he could finally rest properly tonight.

"Wait here, I'll go see if the room has been arranged..."

Watching the post station officer leave, Zhang Yiquan felt elated. His approached him, "How did it go?"

"Sorted," Zhang Yiquan said triumphantly, "In this world, as long as you have money, you can get things done."

"Not like some people, being carefree on the road, but when it matters, it's all about money."

The Chen family was nearby, and Zhang Yiquan's sarcastic tone was clearly directed at them.

Everyone knew that Chen Yuan was penniless. Despite buying a carriage, they had depleted their savings, so they couldn't afford to stay at the post station.

So, Zhang Yiquan couldn't help but mock them, returning the humiliation he had suffered earlier.

"Oh, Master Chen, why are you also staying at the post station?" Zhang Yiquan continued sarcastically, "Don't you have a carriage? You can sleep in it at night, it's comfortable..."

Madam Zhang chimed in, "Do you know how much these rooms cost? Twenty taels each, tsk tsk, Master Chen, who has no money, can you afford it?"

Chen Yuan: "..."

What's wrong with being penniless? Did I eat your rice? Who's saying I'm penniless? I'll give you a piece of my mind!

"Dad, did you hear the dog barking?" Chen Xue innocently said, "I think I heard a dog barking in my ear? It's so annoying!"

Chen Yuan couldn't help but laugh, "I heard it, let me tell you, the louder the dog barks, the more guilty and afraid it is..."

"Chen Yuan, what do you mean?" Zhang Yiquan suddenly got angry, "Who are you calling a dog?"

"Whoever admits it."

"You..."

Zhang Yiquan felt frustrated. In the past, he was adept at flattering and eloquent, how come he couldn't argue with Chen Yuan now? Chen Yuan was known for his silence and lack of flattery in official circles, but why was he so infuriating now?

"What's the use of being sharp-tongued? You still have nowhere to sleep," Zhang Yiquan mocked, "But Master Chen, if you're willing to give up your carriage, I can help you book a room with money..."

"Although carriages are good, they're definitely not as comfortable as staying at the post station. You can wash up and buy hot meals at the post station..."

"Master Chen..."

Just then, someone interrupted Zhang Yiquan's words. It was Xu Tian and Zhao Guang, two officers, walking over.

"Master Chen, I've arranged the rooms, please follow us..." Xu Tian clasped his fists.

"It was me who arranged it," Zhao Guang quickly interjected, "Master Chen, please, I'll ask the station master to arrange a superior room for you."

Xu Tian looked at Zhao Guang, puzzled. Wasn't Zhao Guang targeting Minister Chen a few days ago? Why was he more attentive than himself today? Has he had a change of heart?

However, Xu Tian worried that Zhao Guang might be playing some tricks, deliberately pretending to be attentive and then causing trouble in the room. So he hurriedly said, "Master Chen, please follow me..."

"Master Chen, this way..."

How could Zhao Guang let Xu Tian take the opportunity to offer hospitality? He quickly flattered, "I've arranged a large room, enough for Master Chen and his family..."

Seeing the two bailiffs fawning over them like treasures, everyone was dumbfounded, especially Zhang Yiquan.

Just now, he was mocking the Chen family for not being able to afford the relay station, but now two officers were begging them to stay. Not only were they not charging any money, they were also humbly pleading for their stay. This was simply...

If Zhang Yiquan hadn't bitten his tongue and felt the intense pain, he would have thought he was dreaming. 

Why!

Why did everyone here, all exiles and both belonging to the Ministry of Revenue, have these officers fawning over them?

What's so good about the Chen family? They have no background and no money.

"Two gentlemen..." Zhang Yiquan approached them reluctantly, "The Chen family is the mastermind behind a corruption case..."

Zhang Yiquan stopped there, believing that these officers were smart enough to know that the Chen family, as the mastermind behind a corruption case, couldn't be reinstated. Hoping for the Chen family to be reinstated was impossible.

It was better to invest in them. At least, he still had the relationship with the Minister of Personnel, and there might be a chance in the future.

"Shut up, you talk too much," Zhao Guang turned and glared at him, "Do you want to eat lashes?"

"Nonsense," Xu Tian also glared at him, "Master Chen is clearly innocent."

Offending three people with one sentence, Zhang Yiquan was suddenly sweating profusely.

He couldn't understand why Xu Tian and Zhao Guang, two bailiffs, were so protective of the Chen family. What's so good about the Chen family?

"Master Chen, take a look, which room would you like to stay in?" Zhao Guang pointed to the room he arranged, then to the one arranged by Xu Tian, giving Chen Yuan the choice.

Xu Tian had nothing to say and could only let Chen Yuan decide.

Chen Yuan couldn't make the decision himself, as the choice was in the hands of his wife and daughter, so he turned to look at them.

In the end, Chen Xue and her family chose Zhao Guang's room. It was larger and could accommodate their whole family. As for the room arranged by Xu Tian, they let their servants occupy it.

After arranging the rooms, Xu Tian and Zhao Guang left, not wanting to disturb the Chen family.

Standing at the entrance of a room, Zhang Yiquan watched the Chen family enter their room, feeling extremely frustrated.

At this moment, he saw the post station officer from earlier coming over and quickly ran over. "Sir, about our room..."

"Sorry, all taken," the officer shrugged, "They've all been assigned."

"What?" Zhang Yiquan's face changed. He thought the officer wanted to extort more money from him, so he reluctantly took out more silver and handed it over. "Please, sir, help us out."

The officer took the silver and sighed, "I can't help it. The rooms are limited. However, you can negotiate with that family. I heard they booked two rooms..."

The officer pointed to the room where the Chen family was staying, leaving Zhang Yiquan dumbfounded. Asking them for rooms? The Chen family wouldn't even tolerate them, let alone give them their rooms.

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  Chapter 102: Recharge for the Private Room

Just at this moment, Ou Yan's phone received a WeChat message.

【Yan Yan, what have you been busy with lately? When are you coming to get the Yixin?】

Ou Yan then remembered that he had been busy managing the company and hadn't gone to pick up the items she won at the auction from Nan Qiao.

【Let me tell you, there have been quite a few good things at the recent auction. I knew you were busy, so I bid on some items for you. Isn't that thoughtful?】

Ou Yan's slender fingers replied, "Anything that Miss Nan finds good must be exceptional."

"Of course~ They're all excellent treasures!" Nan Qiao continued in a voice message, "Do you have time tonight? There's a new club opening in Hebei, and we must go to support it. It's free! It's such a good opportunity; we can't let it go without spending some money, right?"

"Alright."

【I'll pick you up tonight, and you can send me the location later.】

"OK."

After sending the WeChat messages, Ou Yan told his assistant, Si Yechen, "I have something tonight; I need to go home early."

"Sure." Si Yechen's gaze was gentle, thinking that there might be some family matters she needed to attend to.

On the other side.

Bai Mu Yao's classmates shared the location in their group chat—it was a recently opened high-end club called the Holiday Club.

Due to the event and with the class evenly splitting the cost, they chose a relatively upscale venue. The reasons were twofold: they wanted to see what a high-end club looked like and hoped to encounter wealthy individuals, perhaps even rich second-generation heirs.

For tonight's gathering, Bai Mu Yao had bathed and changed early. For a better abdominal effect, she hadn't even eaten much for dinner.

Descending the spiral staircase in her home, she wore a gorgeous waist-fitted cocktail dress, adorned with expensive jewelry on her ears, neck, and wrists. Her hair was tied up in a bun, giving her a hint of feminine charm and elegance.

Even the housekeeper in the living room was stunned. "Miss Yao Yao, you look really beautiful!"

Even Gao Yang, who came to pick her up, looked dumbfounded for a few seconds. He didn't expect that when Mu Yao dressed up carefully, she exuded an air of elegance.

She was already delicate, but after dressing up, she not only appeared gentle and refined but also had a hint of playfulness and loveliness.

"Brother Gao Yang, you're here?" Bai Mu Yao went forward and took Gao Yang's arm, her voice softened.

"Hello." Gao Yang's heart seemed to have melted by something. The coldness of the past few days was gone, replaced by a warm concern. "Are you ready?"

"Yes!" Bai Mu Yao knew he had changed and took the opportunity to tease him, "Brother Gao Yang, if my classmates ask if you are my boyfriend or fiancé, how should I introduce you?"

"Of course, it's fiancé."

"But Auntie seems not very satisfied with me..." Bai Mu Yao lowered her long false eyelashes, feeling a bit down, "Will there be any changes in the future that will make my classmates laugh at me?"

"How could that happen?" Gao Yang turned to comfort her, "I will talk to my mom and reassure her."

Bai Mu Yao and Gao Yang's parents, Bai Zhenhai and Xu Aiqin, who had been eavesdropping on the side, were delighted and quickly stepped forward.

"Ah Yang, we believe in your sincerity towards Yao Yao. Yao Yao, don't worry too much! Since Ah Yang has said so, will there be any jokes in the future? You two will definitely go smoothly!"

"Go and join your classmates' gathering."

Bai Muyao smiled and hugged Gao Yang, her fullness brushing against his arm when no one was looking.

Gao Yang could feel the softness from a certain place. His face turned a bit red, but at the same time, he liked this touch and didn't refuse it outwardly.

Holiday Club.

Seven or eight classmates were already waiting at the entrance, eagerly wanting to know what kind of car Bai Muyao came in and how handsome her boyfriend was.

Until a Porsche Cayenne appeared, everyone widened their eyes. This car must be worth at least two million!

Under everyone's gaze, Gao Yang stepped out of the black car, courteous as he opened the door for Bai Muyao and tenderly held her hand.

"Wow... Bai Muyao, it's Bai Muyao!"

"Sister, you finally came!"

"Long time no see, you've changed so much!"

"It's you! Are you really Bai Muyao?"

Even the male classmates couldn't help but exclaim.

"You look so different today! This dress is amazing!"

"And those earrings, so beautiful!"

"Is that necklace expensive?"

Several girls surrounded Bai Muyao, competing to hold her hand.

Gao Yang closed the car door, handed the car key to the valet, and then politely greeted everyone.

"Hello, I am Yao Yao's fiancé, Gao Yang."

His voice was pleasant, and his appearance was sunny and handsome. Every move exuded excellent manners.

Several female students couldn't help but sigh:

"You're engaged?"

"So he's not your boyfriend but your fiancé!"

"He's so handsome..."

"Yao Yao, you're so lucky to have such a good-looking fiancé!"

Moreover, he even drove a Porsche Cayenne!

Unexpectedly, after returning to her wealthy family, not only did Bai Muyao's material circumstances improve significantly, but her fiancé was also top-notch!

"This is beyond our expectations!"

"Yao Yao, I heard your fiancé is in the best university. Amazing!"

"Is he only a freshman? He can already drive?"

"Yao Yao, I'm so jealous of you..."

Several female students surrounded her and walked into the club. Meanwhile, two or three girls surrounded Gao Yang, trying to get closer.

"Yao Yao, this is the private room we booked for you. How is it?"

Jiang Shan, the organizer of the gathering, opened the door to the private room. However, before she could hear Bai Muyao's exclamation, Gao Yang spoke gently, "I'll treat tonight. As Yao Yao's fiancé, it's only right for me to pay for everyone."

The seven or eight classmates were stunned upon hearing this.

"I'll upgrade to a better private room." Gao Yang looked at Bai Muyao with tender eyes. "Your classmates want to celebrate for you, and I'll take care of the expenses. Everyone, enjoy yourselves."

Touched and elated, Bai Muyao felt she had outshone herself. Her mood, as if bathed in spring breeze, was full of pride!

However, Jiang Shan couldn't help but remind, "Brother Gao Yang, for the better private rooms, you'll need to recharge."

"How do you recharge?" Other classmates couldn't help asking.

"This club has top-tier private rooms, high-grade private rooms, upper-level private rooms, medium-level private rooms, and small private rooms... The one we have now is considered medium-level."

For the top three types of private rooms, you need to recharge.

  Chapter 101: Conditions for Participation

"No need for further modifications; it's already perfect!" Yin Panpan looked at the sketch and couldn't help but say, "President Ou, I suddenly realized that your design style shares some similarities with Master Qingyan."

"Oh?"

"Master Qingyan's works are bold, unrestrained, and full of excitement. The modified sketch you did also has a bit of that feeling." Yin Panpan looked at the sketch in front of her and continued, "Why are you all so talented... I wish I could design something as beautiful!."

She sighed and murmured, "I don't know how much longer I have to strive before I can get a bit closer to Master Qingyan..."

Ou Yan gently raised his lips, "Really like her?"

"Yes! Super like! Super admire!" Yin Panpan spoke of that mythical figure in the design world. Her eyes sparkled, "I don't even know if she's a man or a woman, young or old..."

"Not old," Ou Yan's tone was calm, "and she's a woman."

"President Ou, how do you know? Have you met her?"

It was known that Master Qingyan rarely appeared. Even the president of Qingyan Group had little chance to meet her.

"Um... I've met her."

"Is she beautiful?" Without waiting for Ou Yan to answer, Yin Panpan speculated, "She must be very beautiful! Judging from her design style, she should be that kind of cool and unique girl!"

Ou Yan looked at her, "Let's get back to work."

"President Ou!" Yin Panpan hurriedly grabbed Ou Yan's arm, "Next time you see Master Qingyan, can you help me get her autograph?"

Ou Yan: ???

"I probably won't have a chance to see her..." Yin Panpan lowered her head, feeling somewhat discouraged.

"There will be a chance..." Ou Yan casually said, "The international design competition is coming soon. Maybe she'll be a judge. If you participate, you might get a chance to see her."

"Me? In the international design competition?" Yin Panpan felt that President Ou was overestimating her! That competition seemed as distant as a dream...

She didn't even dare to think about it!

"Besides, if you want to participate in the international design competition, you must rank in the top three in the national costume design competition next month to qualify."

"Oh, then go register."

"President Ou???"

"Participate in the national competition next month, and then in the international competition the month after, perfect timing."

Yin Panpan felt that Ou Yan was teasing her, but looking at Ou Yan's expression, it didn't seem like a joke.

"You have some talent in design. With effort, you can definitely achieve a good ranking."

"...I don't believe in my abilities at all."

Seeing her lack of confidence, Ou Yan spoke lightly, "Even if you can't get in the top three nationally, this experience is good for honing your skills."

Although Ou Yan had never paid attention to small-scale competitions like the national one...

Even the international competition, she hadn't paid much attention to for a long time.

But in the eyes of designers, both competitions were considered heavyweight!

Winning a ranking was a recognition of the designer's own strength!

"Will the clothing company of the Yin family participate in the competition?" Ou Yan patted her shoulder and left ahead.

Yin Panpan sat back at her desk, dumbfounded for a while, and typed "National Costume Design Competition" with her fingers...

On the other side, Bai Mu Yao took a picture of the contract she signed and sent it to Gao Yang. She received a simple response: "Congratulations."

Bai Mu Yao felt like she was about to lose something. Just then, the class group for the second year of high school became lively.

"@Bai Mu Yao, we saw on Weibo that you won second place in the piano competition? Is it true? Amazing!"

"I never knew you could play the piano, Bai Mu Yao."

"Mu Yao, since you returned to the Bai family and transferred to the noble school for your senior year, you haven't contacted us for a long time. We miss you!"

"Did you forget about us?!"

"Let's organize a gathering tonight to celebrate Mu Yao winning second place! @everyone"

"Sounds good!"

"Agreed!"

"Agreed +10086!"

Eighteen years ago, a big fire resulted in Bai Mu Yao being picked up and raised by a janitor shortly after she was born. Because she was the child of a janitor, Mu Yao received many cold stares and was often bullied.

But now, those who had once looked down on her, who had bullied her, were reaching out to her and wanting to hang out.

Bai Mu Yao's heart was mixed with various feelings, but more than anything, she had the determination to show off.

"Mu Yao, I heard that your boyfriend is the son of the richest man in Autumn City. How about bringing him to meet us tonight?"

"Isn't it inappropriate? Rich second generations probably don't like to attend gatherings with us poor folks, right?"

"How could that be? As long as Mu Yao asks, her boyfriend will definitely show up! Does Mu Yao still have trouble getting her boyfriend to do what she wants?"

"That's right. Tonight, Mu Yao, just bring your boyfriend. We've decided, this gathering is mainly to celebrate you winning second place, so you and your boyfriend don't need to pay for anything!"

"Yes, we'll split the bill!"

Bai Mu Yao, seeing them all talking at once without waiting for her response, didn't come out to answer. Instead, she took screenshots and sent them to Gao Yang.

【What do you think, Gao Yang?】

【If you're busy, I can go alone. It's okay.】

【Everyone is just being nice. I don't want to disappoint them.】

Gao Yang, seeing this, suddenly felt guilty. His girlfriend had just won second place in the national piano competition, and all he had been thinking about these past few days was Ou Yan's face!

Since that day at Mr. Si's ward, he couldn't calm down as before...

Clearly, that girl was just wearing ordinary clothes, but her temperament, her features, made him dream about her.

These nights, he even dreamed of her, of them on a date, and he was getting close to those seductive lips...

Bai Mu Yao waited for a while on the other end of the phone and didn't receive Gao Yang's reply. She became a bit worried and was just thinking about countermeasures when her phone vibrated twice, showing a message.

【Tonight, I'll accompany you.】

Bai Mu Yao was overjoyed, sending several kissing and hugging emojis in a row.

【I knew that Gao Yang treats me the best!】

【These days, Gao Yang doesn't talk much. I thought Gao Yang didn't like me anymore.】

Speaking of this, Bai Mu Yao also sent a pitiful expression.

Gao Yang, feeling guilty for his recent changes, realized that Mu Yao was so kind and sensible. Why was he thinking about that cold Ou Yan?

His girlfriend was such a pure and kind girl, and he needed to firmly hold her hand and walk forward...

As for dealing with his parents, he would figure something out.

Most importantly, a girl as pure and kind as Mu Yao couldn't be found a second time in this world...