So far away, yet right before my eyes—isn’t this… a confession!?
“Eh eh eh eh eh?”
Ji Shiyu froze, flailing her arms and legs, completely unprepared.
Seriously, this was way too sudden.
Who confesses after getting someone pregnant first!?
But wait a minute, something seems off…
As a giant star rose in the food world, the big eater beauty girl, forced to sign a student loan, fell into deep thought.
At an age where thinking independently is almost a crime, she chose to do just that.
Stay calm, Shiyu!
The detestable Farm Owner finally revealed his true colors—pretending to help pick a gift, but in reality, using meat as leverage to threaten submission.
Workplace unspoken rules!?
If she refused Yun Liu now, her fate would be to labor for a lifetime, never knowing when the installments would be paid off.
“This is… too cunning!”
At the doorway, the white-clothed youth looked nonchalant, already standing in an unassailable position.
Ji Shiyu bit her finger, eyes crafty, convinced she’d seen through Yun Liu’s scheme.
So you want to keep me by your side forever, huh, teacher?
「I’m sorry, you’re a good person, but I only see you as a bro(ther) (father)！」
In the past, the blunt Huangmao would’ve blurted it out.
But this time, the narcissistic Hairclip Maniac’s eyes darted away, not daring to look back for a long time, the upturned corners of her lips barely held in check, making her look like a fish hooked with a crooked mouth.
Ji Shiyu squatted on the ground, pinching her twin tails, her ahoge bouncing up and down.
“Gi-give me some time, let me think it over!”
“Mm.”
Yun Liu leaned against the wall and nodded.
With so many luxury goods, careful selection was essential—he was clueless about women’s beauty salons.
Plant a flower with care, it won’t bloom; plant a willow by chance, it grows into shade.
A Huangmao who doesn’t want to become Shi Niang isn’t a good apprentice.
Turns out Ao Tian was right—adolescent mystical girls have their own troubles.
Ji Shiyu puffed out her cheeks, not fully understanding the faint throbbing in her chest, only knowing that every day with Yun Liu was happy, an undisputed fact.
Where Qi Luck resides, blessings follow.
Since becoming master and disciple with the boy, her cultivation path had been blessed by the heavens, and even brief separations felt unbearable.
Other men were still as annoying as ever, but Yun Liu was different.
If it were to become Dao Companion with him…maybe it wasn’t so unacceptable?
Ji Shiyu’s ears turned red as she pressed her lips together, strange thoughts sprouting about the title “Order Master’s Wife.”
Come to think of it, teacher’s looks weren’t bad, his figure was decent, he was a master of both alchemy and cooking, and a great earner—plus, he was pretty popular with the Clear Mist Peak Senior Sisters.
Just a bit sharp-tongued~
Recently, there were even quite a few matchmakers from Jueyun Peak trying to arrange marriages with noble young ladies, but all were blocked by Ge Lan Head.
If the master-disciple romance got exposed, who knows about others, but Xun Ran would definitely explode!
Anyway, that big idiot already believed the two of them had something going on.
Since that’s the case, what’s wrong with making the fake real?
The neglected fiancé would naturally be comforted by someone else.
Thinking of this, Ji Shiyu burst out laughing, her expression silly.
A hero saves a beauty but doesn’t win the girl—yet through a twist of fate becomes the true beloved. Even the storytellers in teahouses wouldn’t dare write such tales.
Well, what can you do?
After all, it was because of her that teacher abandoned the original, and ever since meeting her, he’d been chaotically (crazy) (avoiding) (snakes) (scorpions) in pursuit.
Sigh, blame it on my irresistible charm…
Little Huangmao covered her mouth and giggled, looking like a twitching hamster lost in fantasy.
Until Yun Liu’s face darkened, and a knock on her head snapped her back—he couldn’t wait any longer.
“Hurry up, are you planning to wait until New Year to choose?”
“Ouch! I didn’t even say anything. The emperor isn’t anxious, but the eunuch is…”
First time seeing such a shameless confession, truly worthy of being my teacher!
For the people of East Pole Province, the Shengyu Festival was indeed like the New Year, with the Chao Sheng Vermilion Bird holding great significance, witnessing the Ri Lun usher in a new year.
Yun Liu adapted to local customs; of course, he had to visit the lantern market with Sister Qin on New Year’s Eve, bringing along a Feather Lantern Festival gift.
In the end, Ji Shiyu chose a Tangerine Red Balm—Sunset Lotus style, light and elegant, with good taste.
“Do you think she’ll like it?”
“She definitely will. I personally picked it, how could I not like—”
Ji Shiyu quickly covered her mouth, bowing her head shyly, occasionally sneaking glances upward as if waiting for something.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
“Besides this, you, you must have something else you want to say, right?”
Ji Shiyu’s starry eyes half-closed, cheeks slightly flushed, as she pretended to casually smooth her hair—hinting, and also acquiescing.
She already had her answer in her heart.
“Not bad. As a reward, copy the Foundation Establishment Pill recipe again.”
Yun Liu nodded, only patting the girl’s shoulder in praise, then picked out a few more popular styles among female cultivators, wrapped them up, and checked out.
“Ah?”
Ji Shiyu froze on the spot, almost choking, quickly comforting herself.
Teacher sure values ceremony—does he really have to confess at dawn, so the sacred bird can witness this undying love too?
Little Huangmao bounced out of Water Powder Lane, searching for the white-clothed youth, but instead crashed into a fiery figure head-on.
Both fell to the ground, glaring at each other in surprise.
“You again!”
Xun Ran rubbed her butt. Just as she spotted Xiao Yun, she was knocked down by Huangmao.
Great, now she couldn’t find anyone either.
Ji Shiyu clutched her head and frowned. “Ugh, why did you follow, and where’s teacher?”
Lin Shu helped Xun Ran up, asking, “Was Mister just with Miss Ji too?”
“Of course.”
“What are you two doing here?”
Xun Ran glanced around suspiciously; nearby were either women’s underwear shops or Immortal Couple product stores selling erotic magic tools.
“This, well, is a sect secret. How could it be revealed to outsiders?”
The last time being caught in the bath bucket was an accident, but this time, who knows.
Ji Shiyu shrugged and squinted, smirking evilly, making Xun Ran so angry she bared her fangs and claws.
“Anyway, you’re using underhanded means to seduce Young Master again, right? You green tea witch!”
“How rude. Even a loser dog dares bark. With my charm, would I even need tricks?”
Big and little jokers in the poker deck, you’re busiest in the circus, two clowns started bickering on the street, circling Lin Mei Qin Wang helplessly.
At this moment, a certain someone had happily returned to report at the Shanhai Pavilion Branch.
Qin Yao preferred quiet and hated crowds; it wasn’t hard to guess where she’d be.
Yun Liu greeted Yu Steward, ascended the pagoda’s top floor, and gently pushed open the office door.
Outside the window, the little secretary’s graceful figure leaned against the railing, Qin Yao gazing blankly into the distance, lost in thought.
Yun Liu was about to approach when his pupils shrank—something was wrong.
Qin Cha remained motionless—not just her, but the street’s passersby, birds in the sky, and floating lanterns had all frozen.
“Ji!”
A fat crow suddenly landed on Yun Liu’s shoulder, proudly raising its wing, as if saying: Praise me!