129: Chapter 128: The Ungrateful Wolf 129: Chapter 128: The Ungrateful Wolf “No way, you’ve piqued my curiosity, tell me now,” Song Yun was very interested in the reward, and when Li Shishi said she would discuss it back home, it must be something embarrassing, so why not tease her now?
“Aiya, lower your head,” Li Shishi said, her face blushing.
Song Yun lowered his head, and Li Shishi quickly pecked his cheek and said, “That’s your reward.”
What the hell?
I risked my life to save you, and you think a peck on the cheek is enough to send me off?
Song Yun was furious, and the consequences would be severe, so he looked at Li Shishi seriously and said, “I didn’t ask for a kiss, but since you’ve kissed me, I have to give one back.”
Once back home, he saw Qingluan and Xiao Qing chatting on the sofa.
When they saw Song Yun carrying Li Shishi in, they both sighed in relief.
Xiao Qing approached and looked Li Shishi over before asking, “Sister Shishi, you’re not hurt anywhere, are you?”
“No, Song Yun rescued me just in time, so I’m unharmed.
Sorry for worrying both of you,” Li Shishi said guiltily.
“Hmph, where are those bastards now?
I want to tear them to pieces for daring to bully someone from our courtyard,” Qingluan said coldly, a trace of murderous intent in her voice.
Everyone, except for Song Yun, felt an invisible pressure swirling in the air.
“It’s alright, I killed those villains with my own hands.
Even if you wanted to dismember them, you won’t find anyone,” Song Yun said as he patted Qingluan on the shoulder.
“Tonight, we need to properly celebrate for Shishi.”
“Yes, Sister Shishi surviving a great disaster surely brings fortune.
Let’s make a feast to celebrate,” Xiao Qing said softly.
What do Chinese people like to do when they’re happy or unhappy?
Of course, they eat.
From the Spring Festival at the start of the year to the end, there’s eating during birthdays, wedding anniversaries, holidays, promotions, and even breakups.
So, celebrating by eating wasn’t out of the ordinary for Song Yun and the others.
Song Yun and Xiao Qing went out to buy groceries, and the others prepared things at home.
Driving with Xiao Qing, they arrived at the nearest market and returned home with an impressive load of ingredients.
The dinner that evening was crafted by Song Yun himself; eighteen dishes filled the table, a feast appealing to the eyes, nose, and palate, which stoked everyone’s appetite.
Laughter and liquor flowed, interspersed with Song Yun’s risqué jokes.
The joyful night came to an end after clearing the table’s remnants, and Song Yun sat on the sofa sipping tea quietly, lost in thought.
Meanwhile, the three women gathered in the living room to watch a movie with a projector.
Song Yun couldn’t recall how many times he had seen those nostalgic movies, but the women were still so drawn to them.
For instance, they had watched “Titanic” seven or eight times, and each time, during the “you jump, I jump” scene, they cried like children playing with mud, which baffled Song Yun.
The noise in the courtyard persisted well into the night until everyone was spent.
After his bath, Song Yun walked over to where the Hidden Dragon Saber was displayed, his hand trembling as he stroked it.
Just then, a faint presence flitted across the rooftop, prompting Song Yun to grab the Hidden Dragon Saber and chase after it.
After a long pursuit, he reached the top of a tall building and found himself staring at a woman dressed in white.
It was the fairy who had rescued Li Shishi that afternoon, and he was surprised to see her again that night.
“Um…
What are you doing out here in the middle of the night, looking for me?” It could be called a chance encounter during the day, but meeting up late at night without sleeping had to mean she was after something.
Song Yun was wary of this inscrutable person.
“I said I’d come to find you later, so since the weather is nice tonight, I came,” the fairy replied indifferently.
Song Yun squinted at her feet; this woman didn’t walk like most people, but rather with the tips of her toes lightly touching the ground, her heels never making contact.
She had to be a master—no one would believe otherwise.
“If you want to know something, just ask.
I’ll answer if it’s not a matter of principle,” Song Yun said, his thumb flicking the Hidden Dragon Saber slightly so that it glinted with a cold light under the moon.
“I’m asking you where your master is now,” the fairy said, head held high with pride.
“I suggest you think carefully before you speak, and don’t lie to me.”
“My master…” Damn it, could it be that old man abandoned her after creating a mess?
Bloody hell, the old man always acted so dignified, and now his private life is this messy?
But his tastes are certainly high-class, for such a fairy…
If she threw herself at Song Yun, he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist.
Facing this woman, who could very well be his master’s consort, Song Yun said coldly, “Do you think I would casually disclose my master’s whereabouts?
You think I’d tell you he’s in London, England?
Hmph, you underestimate me.”
Hearing this, the fairy couldn’t help but laugh and said, “It seems your master has raised an ingrate.”
“I haven’t told you anything.
How could I be an ingrate?
If you’re looking for my master, you’d better hurry up,” Song Yun said, waving his hand nonchalantly.
“Don’t you want to know what my relationship is with your master?” the fairy asked, tilting her head slightly.
“I don’t want to know.
Anything related to that old man can’t be good.
Whether you want to cut off a piece of him to count the annual rings or tie him up for a beating, it has nothing to do with me,” Song Yun quickly clarified his position.
“Hmph, you’re really slick with words,” the fairy said, and with a flick of her sword, she cut a long slit in Song Yun’s shirt.
Song Yun wanted to resist, but faced with her superior skills, which were clearly out of his league as demonstrated by her display, he almost wanted to kneel and beg for mercy, declaring that the issues between her and the old man didn’t involve him.
He truly didn’t want to get involved, and wishes her to find the master in the UK for retribution or to not take it out on him, as he had a group of women at home and abroad depending on him.
Just as Song Yun was contemplating how to dismiss the woman without compromising his dignity, a clear voice came from the side.
“Master, what are you doing here in Sunan?” It was Qingluan.
Seeing this scene, Song Yun’s jaw dropped, and he was too shocked to speak.
Could this woman be…
Qingluan’s master?