Chapter 119: Waiting for You to Get Off Work
In the last few days before the business trip, Young Master Sang managed to settle down for once and organized his work affairs.
Thanks to the rise of the Demon Cultivators, their reputation was now soaring high in the surrounding areas. Those righteous sects, who used to glare at them with envy and spit a couple times as they walked by, had all suddenly become much more reserved, no one dared to provoke them anymore.
Most of the Demon Cultivators were busy expanding their new territory and preparing for branch offices.
Although in name, they had upgraded to a holy place, the company’s scale still needed a long time to solidify before it could be compared to those old holy sites.
But none of that was Young Master Sang’s concern anymore.
After another busy day, he went to accompany Hua Jianglian to read some comics, only leaving when the sky started to darken, making his way home.
However, as he passed by the Punishment Department, he unexpectedly spotted Yan Rouwan looking around at the entrance.
Today, she was still dressed in the Demon Cultivators’ standard long dress, lightly made up, with her elegant and beautiful legs almost hidden by the flowing fabric.
She stood there with her arms crossed behind her, looking as if she was searching for something.
“Senior Sister Yan? You haven’t gone home yet?”
“Ah…” Upon seeing Young Master Sang, Yan Rouwan’s eyes lit up for a moment, but then she pretended to casually look away.
“I, I was working overtime. You know, the entire Demon Cultivators has been busy these past few days…”
Young Master Sang didn’t think much of it and sighed, “You’re really working hard. I wonder if they’ll give you overtime pay.”
“It’s not mandatory overtime; I just didn’t want to leave my work for tomorrow.”
Yan Rouwan seemed to cast a sly glance at Young Master Sang before quickly looking away, “Did you also work overtime at the Sect Leader’s place?”
“Eh. Pretty much.”
Young Master Sang scratched his head, feeling a bit of a headache, “You know how the Sect Leader is; when she gets into a mood, it’s hard to escape.”
“You seem to dote on the Sect Leader a lot.”
“Well, she is our boss.”
“I’m still your boss, you know.”
“Hey, you snatched that boss position from me, alright!”
Mentioning that made Young Master Sang a little annoyed.
Yan Rouwan chuckled, pretending to be nonchalant, “Well, since we bumped into each other…”
“Let’s head home together.”
“Sounds good.”
A fleeting smile of happiness crossed her pretty face.
Actually, the two often went home together.
After all, they were both from the Punishment Department, and Yan Rouwan would frequently go to Young Master Sang’s place for a meal.
He often ran into her just as she was getting off work outside the Punishment Department.
Since it was on the way, they would pair up and head home together.
Along the way, Yan Rouwan would casually chat about work.
For some reason, she always spoke very quickly.
It was as if she was in a hurry, wanting to share everything on the way home, never stopping for breath.
Young Master Sang sometimes found it funny—why hurry to say so much? They could always talk more at home, right?
But he didn’t even get the chance to interrupt her.
Instead, he played the role of a quiet listener, listening intently as she shared her thoughts.
“Speaking of which, I just got paid yesterday.”
“Do you know what that means?” Yan Rouwan suddenly winked mischievously at him.
“What?”
“It means I have to pay for meals now.”
Hearing that, Young Master Sang immediately perked up.
“You’re saying that, so I’m no longer sleepy!” He smiled sheepishly while scratching his head.
But his hand was already stuffed deep into his pocket, almost ready to shout, “Senior Sister, don’t!”
Yan Rouwan pulled out a big bag of spirit stones, just about to hand it to him, but then snatched it back under his gaze.
“Well, since I have nothing to do, why not accompany me to shop a bit?” she suddenly suggested.
Young Master Sang’s eyes were still glued to the bag, and he swallowed hard.
He didn’t hear what Yan Rouwan said, but nodded repeatedly.
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By now, the sky was gradually darkening, and the market had become quieter, with only some restaurants and snack stalls still bustling with business.
Yan Rouwan knew exactly where she wanted to go. She led Young Master Sang straight to a dried fruit shop, where she bought a whole bunch of various dried fruit snacks.
“You really love dried fruit, huh?”
“Yeah.” She happily bit into a candied fruit, her face lighting up with joy. “Sweet and sour, it’s just so delicious!”
Young Master Sang watched her happy expression.
Sometimes he felt that girls in this world were pretty much the same as those in his previous life.
Apart from the complicated background and setting, they too liked adorable things.
They loved cats.
They loved sweets.
They loved shopping and spending.
Whenever they saw something fun or interesting, they would grab your hand excitedly and shake it while calling your name.
Yan Rouwan was just like that.
Once upon a time in the Water Moon Sect, Young Master Sang’s impression of Yan Rouwan was of the glamorous and well-loved top disciple of the Sect Leader.
It felt like she was always in the spotlight, a true main character in a fairy tale, commanding attention with every move she made.
But since she joined him and entered the Demon Cultivators, she seemed just an ordinary girl.
And honestly?
She was quite cute.
“What’s wrong?”
Noticing Young Master Sang staring at her face, Yan Rouwan’s cheeks turned slightly pink, and she grinned, “Staring at how pretty I am, huh?”
“Cough.”
Young Master Sang felt his face burn and slowly averted his gaze. “I was just wondering what kind of candied fruit could make you come all the way here just to buy it.”
Yan Rouwan smiled, biting her lip as she pulled out a piece of candied fruit from the paper bag and held it up to his face.
“Open wide, ah.”
Young Master Sang froze for a moment, and just as he was about to complain about how this was a way to tease kids, Yan Rouwan shoved the piece right in his mouth.
Seeing his cheeks bulging with the sweet fruit, Yan Rouwan laughed even more happily.
“Good, right?”
“It’s okay.”
Young Master Sang was never too fond of dried fruit; he just thought they tasted sweet.
“Well, now it’s your turn.”
“…Ah?”
Young Master Sang was stunned, watching Yan Rouwan hand the paper bag over to him.
“Feed me.” She blinked mischievously.
Young Master Sang hesitated for a moment, took a piece from the bag, and just as he brought it to Yan Rouwan’s mouth, she leaned forward and took his finger along with it.
Young Master Sang could feel her soft lips and warm tongue gently pulling the candy into her mouth.
Startled, he quickly withdrew his hand, awkwardly looking at his now wet finger.
Yan Rouwan, meanwhile, was giggling charmingly, chewing on the candied fruit while watching him with mischief in her eyes.
…This woman is definitely doing it on purpose, Young Master Sang thought.
Just by looking at her expression, he knew she was messing with him.
What a wicked girl.
“This candied fruit is really delicious. Want me to feed you another one?”
“No, thanks.”
“Then you feed me another one?”
“Not a chance.”
Yan Rouwan pouted but wasn’t mad.
She merely leaned a bit closer to Young Master Sang.
Like a clingy little girlfriend.
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