Chapter Fifty-Seven [I, Young Lady Gu, also have dignity]
Who would have thought there really was an expert in spells at Luoyun House?
Chen Yan pondered for a moment. After a while, he left the shop with Lu Sisi. He glanced in the direction of Luoyun House but didn’t head over.
He initially thought that Luoyun House was full of frauds, with no real skilled individuals. That’s why he dared to swagger in and try to take advantage of the situation.
But now... he really encountered someone skilled in magic.
Though uncertain about the extent of their prowess, the fact that the other party used Qi Observation Skill to look at him confirmed they were at least not amateurs.
Without Primordial Qi, how could one possibly activate spells?
Having made up his mind, Chen Yan gave up the idea of taking another look around Luoyun House for the time being—having Lu Sisi with him wasn’t very safe. If something happened, or people saw something...
Chen Yan smiled at Lu Sisi and said, "There’s probably nothing left to look at inside. Let’s head back."
"...Alright." Lu Sisi nodded with a smile.
Although Lu Sisi felt a bit regretful that their shopping trip was coming to an end, she wasn’t greedy. The time spent this afternoon had already been beautiful enough for her.
The two of them visited temples, shopped, and strolled together, eating from street stalls from one end to the other.
Although they didn’t hold hands like lovers, that side-by-side companionship and the occasional brush against each other were enough to make Lu Sisi’s heart flutter.
This... This should be very much like a date, right?
Lost in thought, she saw Chen Yan walk over to a street vendor and buy two skewers of candied fruit, handing one to her. Lu Sisi was taken aback.
"The strawberry is for you; I’ll have the hawthorn." Chen Yan said with a smile.
Lu Sisi carefully took a bite.
The strawberry was a bit sour, but the sugary coating was sweet and crispy.
Seeing a bit of syrup on Lu Sisi’s lips, Chen Yan reached out and gently wiped it off with his thumb.
Dozens of steps away, amidst the crowd, Gu Qingyi stood at the roadside, calmly observing Chen Yan and the young girl.
Holding a cup of milk tea she had just taken a few sips from, Gu Qingyi looked at the two’s affectionate demeanor, raising an eyebrow slightly before turning to meld into the crowd and disappearing.
Gu Qingyi had come to Luoyun House.
Since she had helped the proprietress before, Gu Qingyi followed through on her actions. Naturally, she had to come check today. She planned to wait until dusk to find the person named Luo Qing and inquire if he had followed her instructions.
Unexpectedly, she ran into Chen Yan and...
That gentle and beautiful girl, was she his girlfriend?
Originally, while lying in the morning sun, she found the milk tea Chen Yan brought sweet and delightful. As she passed by a milk tea shop, Gu Qingyi bought a cup.
But the taste fell short of the one she had at home... Hmm, he said it was something called "milk green tea."
But she had ordered the same name at the shop, yet the taste was vastly different.
She didn’t realize that such unknown street-side shops often used poor-quality tea leaves or even tea powder, and the milk might not be real dairy.
The blend of technology and shady practices couldn’t compare to the upper-grade tea leaves President Fang had.
Casually tossing the milk tea cup into a rubbish bin, Gu Qingyi put on a mask and headed towards Luoyun House.
In the courtyard behind Luoyun House, the collapsed west wing and main hall were surrounded by construction warning tapes.
Although the east wing where he lived wasn’t affected, Luo Qing didn’t feel like staying there.
He was only there because the street officials came to inspect and discuss compensation for the house.
Although a large sum of money went out, Luo Qing felt some relief knowing he had avoided compensation from President Fang, saving quite a bit.
Now that his junior sister returned, he figured President Fang couldn’t do much to him. He planned to keep it from her for now. If President Fang did cause trouble, playing the pity card would hopefully make his junior sister intervene for him.
They feared those skilled in Profound Techniques, but his junior sister didn’t fear someone like Fatty Fang.
Confident, Luo Qing sent off the officials and went back to pack his belongings, planning to move to the tearoom in the coming days.
Just as he locked the door of the east wing, a gust of wind swept a paper-wrapped stone to his feet.
Startled, he bent down to pick up the paper. Opening it, he found three crooked words:
Luo Qing’s legs weakened. He looked around but saw no one.
Thinking quickly, he clasped his hands respectfully and bowed to the air, loudly saying, "I have followed the master’s instructions, resolved the case, and released the person home myself! Please, show mercy!"
After repeating this twice with no response, Luo Qing finally straightened and sighed in relief—the other party was likely satisfied and had left.
Had he finally weathered this ordeal?