Chapter 951: The Familiar Old Wang Formula [Part 3]
Red Sister's voice carried sincerity, yet her eyes held a hint of shyness. Touched, Ye Wenxin responded gratefully, "Thank you, Red Sister."
"Can you call me Xiaohong?"
Red Sister smiled softly, leaning closer to Ye Wenxin, whispering these words into her ear. Watching her, Ye Wenxin felt a jolt of nervousness, sensing that things were taking an unexpected turn.
However, lacking any special advantages, she couldn't inflate her importance enough to cause any misunderstandings.
"Xiaohong..." Thinking Red Sister simply wanted to bridge their distance, Ye Wenxin obliged, calling her by the nickname. Red Sister blushed, and Ye Wenxin felt equally embarrassed.
They continued descending the stairs in silence, their quietness stark against the surrounding noise. As they neared the first floor, Red Sister released Ye Wenxin's hand and went ahead.
She efficiently gathered the Treasure Pavilion's guards, and it was hard to imagine how the pavilion would function without her guiding presence.
"The Fang family are descendants of generals. Coincidentally, Gu Qingcheng once met a young Fang Hong," Long Qingyue's voice suddenly cut through, chilling Ye Wenxin with its silent approach.
Ye Wenxin turned to find Long Qingyue smiling faintly, though her eyes betrayed no mirth.
"Yue'er, why bring that up?" Ye Wenxin didn't understand why Long Qingyue mentioned the Fang family's past but realized why no adults were present in the family.
Years ago, General Fang and his successors died in battle, leaving Red Sister to shoulder the family's burdens. Now nearly forty, she remained unmarried.
"Oh, I just overheard her thoughts about cuddling you tonight, thinking it might make you feel better," Long Qingyue casually shared Red Sister's inner musings. Ye Wenxin was curious about Long Qingyue's expression as she said this, watching her face closely. "So, are you jealous?"
Long Qingyue's expression shifted slightly. "Why would I be jealous?"
Seeing Long Qingyue take the bait, Ye Wenxin pressed on, "Then why worry about what Xiaohong and I might do tonight if you're not jealous?"
At that moment, Ye Wenxin noticed Long Qingyue's eyes narrow, her emotions stirred. Realizing she'd gone too far, Ye Wenxin quickly added, "It's just a friendship."
She tried to explain further, but Long Qingyue pulled out a notebook, seemingly jotting something down. After finishing, Long Qingyue smiled at her.
Goosebumps prickled Ye Wenxin's skin; she had a hunch that the notebook contained a list of her transgressions against Long Qingyue. Sitting upright, she watched as the Treasure Pavilion guards and Yique Sect Daoists gathered in the hall, with Qian Duoduo and Daoist Wang finally regaining consciousness.
"A ghost!"
"You fiend, taste my sword!"
The two men, freshly awakened, struck dramatic poses, only to realize they were surrounded by people. Qian Duoduo quickly regained his composure as the boss, while Daoist Wang felt embarrassed, having been so easily entrapped despite being the Yique Sect's leader.
