“His background and identity are of no importance to me. What I care and know is that his strength is beyond compare. As to a wife or child, it’s not like it matters.” Raising a cynical grin, Ye Ying shows off her true colors, “I am not afraid of a little competition.”
After saying that, her fingers then twirled itself around the corner of that long hair like a maiden going through puberty.
“I have confidence in myself.”
Mouth agape, the senior looked like he wanted to say something in persuasion. Sadly, he decides against it in the end.
This was not the first occasion where those disciples within the Medicine Sect acted out of line. Abandoning their wife, their child, all for the sake of pursuing his young miss here were countless.
What’s more, it’s not like Ye Ying didn’t have a point here.
A cat will always be drawn to the scent of a fish and a man will always go out to cheat! So long as her ladyship is willing, who can resist her?
That is… except that man.
And as if affected by the sudden change in the man’s expression, Ye Ying also somehow realizes what the senior was thinking and recalled back to that humiliating occasion where she was rejected so liberally: “Don’t worry Uncle Chung, I won’t allow that type of thing to happen twice. Not everyone is like Chu Yi Feng!”
That’s right, it was only a few years ago where that picturesque man visited the Medicine Sect. Just like this time, Ye Ying had the audacity to connive after the position of being the mistress of the Holy Land, hence her embarrassing attempt at pursuing the man on her own…
The results, she didn’t even get a single glance, let alone a conversation going.
“Miss, what do you need me to do?”
“This person must be here to attend the alchemy convention if he’s here during this period. If so then that’s easy. Help me find a way to create some alone time for us. I’m confident I can win him over so long as I can get the opportunity.”
Raising a confident smirk, Ye Ying’s very existence was dazzling with light like peacock.
……
Towards the sensation caused by Di Cang’s sudden appearance, Bai Yan naturally didn’t know. She’s too busy using her handkerchief to wipe away the food stains from Bai Xiachen’s mouth.
“Slow down Son, no one is going to fight you for the food here. If you keep this up then you’re going to become a dirty cat you know.”
In response to his mother’s statement, Bai Xiachen only wanted to roll his eyes. First there’s Little Rice gobbling up a plate of cakes nearby, then there’s the pink piggy devouring the many plates on the table like a typhoon. Nothing of this scene hinted at a lack of competition.
Mother, is this your so-called no one will fight me for the food?
While the boy was sulking over his mother’s lack of awareness, Bai Yan on the other hand was too busy turning around to look at the door. She’s noticed someone approaching from the outside and a familiar one at that.
“Yan Yan, you are such a good person. Not only did you save me, you are now inviting me and Piggy to eat here as well. I’m so sorry, because of my lack of memory I can’t even repay you for this generosity.” Talking here was none other than Mo Li Shang who sat across from the table, the teen she saved by the roadside.
“Oh I know,” wrinkling his lovely brow, the pureness in the teenager apparently knows no bounds, “have Piggy here use his own body to pay you back? I’m sure his meat would be tasty. He ate the most here after all so it’s only proper.”
Scared to the point of jerking up and down from that blasted remark, the pink piggy actually knocked one of the plates onto the floor in his panic of rushing into the teen’s arm. That tearful face couldn’t be anymore pitiful.
Oink-Oink, is Master not wanting me anymore?
If anything… if anything I can just not eat as much okay?
The baby tiger was still partaking in his portion of the food, but Little Rice wasn’t so indifferent that he wouldn’t cast a look at Bai Xiachen after that.
Hmm, I’ve always thought Little Master is the worst. To think there’s even someone more abhorrent than he is….
Bai Yan only wanted to laugh at this scene. Taking a handkerchief from the table, she readily hands it over to the teen: “I don’t eat demon beasts so help the poor thing wipe those tears. Look how much you’ve scared him.”
“Okay.” Brilliant like the sun in that smile, the teen was just about to reach out to receive the gift when they were interrupted by the sudden bang of the door being knocked open.
