Chaotic World Book-Chapter 73 - 72: In the Vast Universe, There is Still Zhao

Cui Wen Jing left.

Zhao Changhe sat alone in the pavilion, drinking foolishly, his gaze still dull.

How did things turn out this way... Wasn’t I here to refuse?

Could something be wrong... The last proposal was clearly meant to give the Cui Family a way out, at the moment it could be explained away, and after three years everyone could act as if nothing had happened. Shouldn’t you, Cui Wen Jing, have taken the opportunity to wrap this up?

But how did it get twisted like this... Yet it seems like all the words were my own, and the other party was already quite agreeable...

To be honest, Zhao Changhe couldn’t even dare to imagine that the person he just talked to was the ninth on the Heavenly List, the master of an Aristocratic Family. There was not a hint of oppressive aura to be found, except for a few initial attempts at setting the tone, the rest was just a concerned father, negotiating and friendly.

Having been used to the attitude of Aristocratic Families towards the poor boy who eloped with their daughter in novels and movies, Zhao Changhe actually felt what he had experienced was quite surreal.

Yet, upon closer examination of the outcome, the other party got everything they wanted; although the words were his own, they were actually guided by the other party, trapped by flattering remarks, with no way out but to rack his brains for a solution acceptable to all.

Actually, the proposal of being sworn siblings was possible and also what Zhao Changhe himself most desired. But the old guy changed the concept—originally, we were to solve Yangyang’s reputation issue. If you really acknowledge him as a sworn son, then a sworn brother escorting his sworn sister would certainly be normal, solving the reputation issue, right? But how did the concept get switched to whether sworn siblings could marry? That’s a different matter altogether, but at the time, how did I get led down the garden path...

In the end, it turned out like this: if, after three years, I am nothing, then naturally they will act as if nothing had happened; if the boy really makes it onto the Human List, he would be an exceptional genius, and marrying at the same spot would only make them grin from ear to ear.

No matter how you calculate it, the Cui Family doesn’t lose out at all.

It’s like being sold and helping to count the money, and still feeling that the other party is quite nice... Zhao Changhe finally came to his senses, unable to cry or laugh.

This is Qinghe Cui.

The Aristocratic Family has stood for so many years; they have their own ways. You can’t treat them like a Martial Artist of the Worldly Society. The identity of the ninth on the Heavenly List is not applicable in such situations. In Cui Wen Jing’s heart, this is his daughter’s lifelong matter, and also a major issue for the Cui Family, moreover, a political matter—with his dubious identity, how could Old Cui dare to acknowledge him as a sworn son!

How carefully they treat such a big matter; as a young lad, I truly can’t play this game.

I wonder, after the news spreads, how will Chichi react?

Headache.

"Zhao Big Brother, Zhao Big Brother!" Cui Yuanyang’s voice came from afar.

Zhao Changhe turned his head and saw the young girl running joyfully through the flowers, her skirt lifted, like a butterfly through the blooms, her smile more beautiful than the surrounding trees and flowers.

Was it worth it, just for her to show that smile?

I don’t know if, in retrospect, I should thank Cui Wen Jing. Shrewd and cunning as he was, he handled everything appropriately without turning it into a knife fight.

As for the future, I really haven’t the energy to think about it anymore.

"Zhao Big Brother!" Cui Yuanyang ran into the pavilion cheerfully, looking like she wanted to fling herself into Zhao Changhe’s arms, then suddenly becoming shy, stopping quickly in front of him, her face blushing as she hung her head. "My dad said, said..."

Zhao Changhe couldn’t help but ruffle her hair: "No matter what he said, at least I don’t have to run away with my tail between my legs now; I can stay as a guest for a few days."

Cui Yuanyang played with the hem of her dress with her head down: "In my father’s eyes, if the conditions aren’t met after three years, it would be logical to put an end to this matter, but I... I know that Zhao Big Brother is stubborn and would say such things, but it’s in order to fulfill them, not just to give everyone a way out."

Zhao Changhe smiled: "That’s not something I can achieve just because I want to; you’re taking the Human List too lightly."

Cui Yuanyang’s head hung even lower, and her voice was as timid as a mosquito’s, "I... I also want you to succeed, I believe you can do it."

This was tantamount to saying, "I hope you marry me," but it was more touching than saying it so directly.

Zhao Changhe sighed and still couldn’t help saying, "Yangyang, have you ever thought about it? Actually, you’ve been at home since you were young, rarely venturing into the Worldly Society, seeing too few people."

"Do you mean to say, Yangyang might not truly like Brother Zhao, but was just momentarily moved by our life-and-death experience together. When I meet other excellent men in the future, maybe then I will know who I love?"

"How come you’re getting smarter and smarter? Is this the kind of emotional awareness you should have?"

"Because last night, many people were buzzing in my ears with this very talk; my ears have grown calluses from it. I thought Brother Zhao was forthright and carefree, but who knew he would be like a nosy gossip."

Zhao Changhe was at a loss for words and chuckled.

"Is it making it very difficult for Brother Zhao... In Brother Zhao’s heart, Yangyang is just a child and indeed doesn’t harbor the intentions everyone else imagines. That’s why he says the same things, wanting to persuade Yangyang... But..." Cui Yuanyang finally raised her head, bravely meeting his gaze, "I will grow up, and I will make Brother Zhao like me!"

The tender glow in the young girl’s eyes could melt a heart of iron into water, like a slender thread winding and winding, entwining in one’s heart, never to be untangled.

Zhao Changhe knew he couldn’t untangle it anymore. Whether or not he had meant it that way at first, he did now.

So this is what it feels like to be liked and confessed to by a girl.

Using this to test one’s resolve, who could withstand it!

His thoughts drifted, and he didn’t know what he was thinking; the words that came out of his mouth had already turned into, "Yangyang doesn’t need to grow up; Brother Zhao likes Yangyang just the way she is."

Cui Yuanyang blossomed into a smile, the joy in her brows and eyes so bright that the radiant flowers around them paled in comparison.

She cheerfully took Zhao Changhe’s hand and strolled leisurely through the garden, whispering, "Yangyang has seen quite a few men. My father has a name on the Heavenly List; on the Earth List and Human List, my uncles are listed. My brother at the tender age of 20 is third on the Hidden Dragon list. A family with generations of connections has seen much, encompassing a gathering of heroes. I had thought that the heroes of this world... were just so..."

Zhao Changhe couldn’t resist interjecting, "Only to discover among the worlds, there is still Zhao? It sounds like you’re leading to this."

Cui Yuanyang looked at him in surprise, and with a giggle, said, "How shameless."

"Humph humph."

Cui Yuanyang playfully made a face, "Since Brother Zhao wants to hear this line, let it be this line, more or less the same anyway."

"Hey... That sounds so insincere."

"I just want to say, no matter how good they are, no matter how coarse and base Zhao Changhe is, Yangyang is stuck on you." Cui Yuanyang didn’t look at him, her eyes busily admiring a butterfly flitting from flower to flower nearby, "In three years, if you haven’t achieved it, I will, I will elope with you."

Who knows what the butterfly and the flower reminded her of, but along with the words about eloping, her cheeks turned a bright red as radiant as the dawn.

Zhao Changhe didn’t answer that statement; he couldn’t very well say, "I just won’t be able to, waiting for you to elope..." nor was it appropriate to boast that he could really fulfill such a demand—that would be arrogance.

But in this moment, the reason for his cultivation had indeed gained another aspect, and he knew that his current cultivation didn’t require as much blind groping as before. The Cui Family would certainly support him overtly and covertly because for them, it was an investment; they wouldn’t let him develop and fend for himself.

Sure enough, the next moment Cui Yuanyang said, "Wei County is merely within our sphere of influence, and County Magistrate Zhang is our person, but this isn’t Qinghe. My father will set off back home today; there are still affairs at home to be handled... Brother Zhao, come back with us to Qinghe for a visit, the family will have some things for you, and you are not allowed to refuse anymore... Even if it’s just a thank you gift, it is only right and proper."

Zhao Changhe didn’t put on airs and nodded, "I also want to see Qinghe... In addition, considering your father’s old fox ways, it’s more likely that the one imprisoned was not the true culprit; him putting on a show to lure the snake out of the hole is a bigger possibility..." freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Cui Yuanyang was stunned, her wide eyes expressing her surprise.

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