Li Shaoyu found it strange, but considering Li Qiao’s unusual abilities—though he hadn’t witnessed them himself—he decided to stay on high alert.
The sky grew darker. Li Shaoyu, seemingly struck by a thought, pointed toward the gloomy horizon. “Qiaoqiao, look at those dark clouds over there. I sense a demonic presence…”
“…”
Li Qiao facepalmed with a sigh. “Fourth Brother, do you think you’re the Monkey King?”
“Heh, just kidding. It’s good that there are no monsters or demons.” Li Shaoyu stayed protectively by Li Qiao’s side.
Throughout their walk, Li Shaoyu chattered nonstop.
Li Qiao listened quietly.
As they passed a rice noodle shop, Li Shaoyu insisted on taking her in to eat.
Eventually, the two sat inside waiting for their noodles. Li Shaoyu had ordered the extra-spicy version.
Li Qiao rested her chin in her hands, watching him. “Fourth Brother, is this some kind of spicy revenge? Be careful, or your agent might ban you from chili for a year.”
“Cough… Qiaoqiao, how did you know?”
His agent cared more about his face than he did. As the agent bluntly put it, “The most valuable thing you have is that face.” Harsh, but true.
It was a fact that Li Shaoyu attracted fans with his looks!
So, his agent had laid out a series of rules to protect his appearance, and avoiding spicy food was one of them.
“I saw it online. Don’t worry, I just like browsing the web sometimes.”
“Cough, cough, cough…”
Li Qiao handed him a glass of water. His face flushed red, contorted with regret. “Qiaoqiao… maybe browse less.”
He was utterly mortified.
There was no shortage of gossip about him online, and worst of all was his habit of posting erratic things.
Great. His perfect image must have completely crumbled in Qiaoqiao’s eyes.
Li Qiao chuckled. “Fourth Brother, you’re the best in my eyes.”
His face instantly lit up. “Between Big Brother, Second Brother, Third Brother, and me, who’s your favorite?”
“…” It was an impossible question.
Li Shaoyu stared at her intensely.
“Fourth Brother, see this? This is my left hand and my right hand. I need them both.” Li Qiao picked up chopsticks with her left hand and a spoon with her right, happily eating her noodles and sipping soup.
“Oh, my dear sister, you really are a master of balance.”
Li Qiao smiled slightly.
After finishing her noodles, Li Qiao glanced outside and spotted a familiar figure.
He Huaisen—he actually came!
“Qiaoqiao, what are you looking at?”
“The person I was waiting for has arrived.”
Who?
Li Shaoyu looked outside but didn’t see anything unusual.
He Huaisen had arrived with his assistant. Throughout the journey, his face had been dark as coal.
“What have you all been doing? How did He Jingnian end up here? Did he suspect something?”
Anxious and uneasy, He Huaisen grew increasingly agitated.
But more than anything, he was furious.
“Sorry.”
“Sorry isn’t good enough! Where is it now?” He Huaisen glared at the two men in front of him. They were members of the He family who had sided with him.
People follow self-interest, and He Huaisen’s offer was simply too good.
The two men lowered their heads. “It’s still in the original location. No matter how capable He Jingnian is, he won’t find it.”
“You’re overconfident. The woman with him is from the mystical arts community. I don’t know how skilled she is, but right now, the priority is to move it.”
The remains must not be discovered.
This must not come to light.
He Lipeng and He Litong exchanged nervous glances.
In an instant, they panicked. “Uncle Huaisen, what should we do?”
He Litong added, “Could she have sensed something? Yesterday, the Ninth Master brought that girl to the ancestral temple.”
