Chapter 221: Ehehe, a Little Fragrant Fun
That evening, at the Sang residence.
“Eh!?”
On the other side of the communication device, Hua Jianglian’s little face was flushed with excitement, her eyes almost sparkling.
“Author annual meeting?! Can I really go?!”
“That was a message from the boss over there, of course you can,” Young Master Sang replied, leaning against the edge of the bath. He couldn’t resist reminding her, “But, dear Sect Leader, we do have a mission this time. You can’t act too wildly, okay?”
“I know, I know. Don’t worry~”
Hua Jianglian was clearly too excited to contain herself.
Seeing her already deep in thought about what outfit to wear and which figurines to take for autographs, Young Master Sang wasn’t sure how much of his words she actually heard.
After turning off the communication device, a soft voice suddenly came from the shore:
“The Sect Leader seems quite happy this time.”
“Yeah. Publicly chasing after stars, just thinking about it feels great for her.”
On the shore, Meng Qiyan was wrapped in a bath towel that hugged her alluring curves, her hair bun revealing her fair and smooth nape, water droplets lingering in her hair.
She sat with her legs crossed, lathering soap on her smooth arms, casually asking:
“Have you decided whether we’re going to cooperate with the Floating Splendor Commerce this time?”
“Not yet. We’ll have to see the results of the negotiation with Bai Ming at the banquet,” Young Master Sang blinked.
The key was to figure out the root of the animosity between the other party and the Holy Kingdom.
If it’s really just a simple dispute over interests, as Tang Yubbing guessed, then that’s negotiable.
After all, a dispute over interests is, at its core, about benefits; it’s unlikely to escalate to the point of no return.
If it’s that kind of deep-seated grudge, then Young Master Sang might have to seriously consider whether to get involved in their conflict.
“Now that we have your intel, I’ll be more confident when negotiating with Bai Ming.”
Young Master Sang suddenly sighed, “What I’m most afraid of now is that the Sect Leader will cause some kind of trouble for me.”
“You’re overestimating the Sect Leader,” Meng Qiyan laughed nonchalantly. “Don’t let her young age fool you.”
“Many of the veteran members of the Demon Cult know this. The original Sect Leader managed to uphold the Demon Cult’s notorious reputation all by herself, standing firm despite the surrounding sects watching hungrily; she can’t be just an innocent little girl.”
True enough.
She could lead a group of downtrodden misfits.
Bearing countless pressures from neighboring sects and the righteous path, and still stand her ground.
Beneath the Sect Leader’s delicate appearance lies a calmness and steadiness that belies her youth.
One would think that when she was fangirling, she seemed no different from an ordinary nerd.
But when it came to the actual scene, she certainly wouldn’t get herself into trouble.
……
Or would she?
“Besides,”
Meng Qiyan suddenly said playfully, “Isn’t it our job as employees to worry about the Sect Leader?”
“With Young Master Sang’s abilities, no matter what trouble the Sect Leader causes, you’ll find a way to complete the mission, right?”
……Am I being compared to Doraemon here?
Young Master Sang sighed helplessly. “Yeah, that’s right. Workers are meant to clean up after their bosses, after all.”
“Sigh, I hope everything goes smoothly.”
Before he could finish, something soft poked the back of his head.
Turning around, he was met by a jade-like foot gracefully swaying in front of him.
“Brother Sang.”
Meng Qiyan’s beautiful eyes twinkled mischievously as she deliberately waved her soft little foot in front of him: “Help me wipe my feet, will you?”
Young Master Sang swallowed hard.
Meng Qiyan’s legs were mesmerizing.
The perfect proportions from thigh to calf, not a hint of excess flesh, her skin irresistible, long and straight.
Her calves glistened with steam from the bath, a tender rosy hue that was enticing.
Especially her jade-like foot, which seemed to tease him as it gently brushed against the back of his neck.
“Brother Sang, don’t get lost in thought.”
“Don’t my legs look great?” She tilted her head with a half-smile.
Young Master Sang cleared his throat, adopting a serious demeanor: “My preferences are perfectly normal; I’m not a leg or foot fetishist. You won’t seduce me like this.”
Meng Qiyan pouted slightly, but in the next moment, she smiled, slowly standing before Young Master Sang.
With a gentle lift of her hand, the bath towel slid from her smooth body.
“Then, before I go back to find Little Ying, can I sneak a taste today?” Her beautiful eyes fluttered like a snake tempting Adam with an apple.
“Isn’t that… inappropriate? Little Ying is still waiting inside…”
“Eh, you can’t hold back anymore, huh?”
Before Young Master Sang could say more, Meng Qiyan had already flipped him down beneath her.
Sure, he could resist.
But why bother?
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Two days later, Young Master Sang and Hua Jianglian set off again towards Linzhou.
Unlike last time, this time Hua Jianglian was humming a merry tune the entire way, her spirits extremely high.
“Woohoo~ Author annual meeting~ Author annual meeting~”
Watching her almost bouncing with joy, Young Master Sang couldn’t help but worry:
“Sect Leader, as excited as you are, we really do have serious business this time.”
“You better not get too star-struck when you see an author you like and end up being fooled into helping them with a few words.”
“Don’t worry.”
Hua Jianglian huffed, hands on her hips: “Is this Sect Leader the kind of frivolous woman? I’m extremely poised.”
Young Master Sang looked at her silently.
“…What’s with that look?”
“It’s nothing. I just suddenly recalled something happy.”
Since they usually read comics together, Young Master Sang knew Hua Jianglian’s online username.
He also knew what kind of comments she left under her favorite works.
…Ahhhhhh, please update quickly, or this kid will starve!
…Oh, the author is doing so well, please let me see more soon!
…Please update! Ants are crawling all over me!
…Ehehe, the author’s update, ehehe, so delightful.
Young Master Sang: “…”
I wonder if she’d also act this crazily when she encounters her favorite authors in person.
“Ah, we’re here!” Hua Jianglian suddenly exclaimed.
In the distance, the grand and bustling walls of Linzhou city were already visible.
Even more exaggerated, the gates were festooned with colorful decorations, a massive banner hanging over the gate.
“Warmly celebrating the annual author conference at Fusa Pavilion!”
The streets were even livelier than last time, and as they moved closer to the Fusa Pavilion, it became increasingly crowded, hardly able to move.
Seeing the gathering crowd, Young Master Sang reminded her: “Sect Leader, hold my hand, don’t get lost—”
“Yay!!! Sister Hua Buyu!”
In the next moment, she darted away like a dog let loose on a leash, her eyes filled with hearts as she dashed toward a group of cosplayers by the street.
Young Master Sang: “…”
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