Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 404: The Poison of Love, Deep in the Bones
Yao Ji began to complain to Yang Chan, "You see, I told you, you should have made it clear to him earlier. You kept dragging your feet and refused to speak. Now he’s also become busy and can’t even see you. Is this what you wanted?"
"Mother, this is my business—just leave it. Besides, I only care about Shopkeeper Chen and mean nothing more."
"Mean nothing more? I think it’s he who means nothing more to you. If you had spoken up, then something real might have happened. You didn’t even dare to speak, and now you’re expressing care through your disciple. What’s the meaning of this?"
The more Yao Ji spoke, the angrier she got. One after another, none of them would give her peace of mind. "You’re listening to me nagging now, but when the time comes, you won’t know where to go and regret!"
The mother and daughter went back and forth with each other, and Sun Wukong, who initially wanted to respond, now couldn’t get a word in.
He was also not a patient one. After waiting a while and still unable to speak, he turned around to leave again.
Just as Sun Wukong was about to go out, he was called back, "Chef Wukong, wait a moment."
Sun Wukong was so frustrated that he turned back around, "Fine, I won’t go. Just speak, I’ll listen to whatever it is."
"Sorry, it’s all my mother’s fault." Yang Chan knew her behavior from before wasn’t right, so she apologized to him.
"How can you blame me? Clearly, it’s you, child, who has let me down. If you had done as I said, I might already have a grandchild by now, and you wouldn’t be here making things difficult for someone else’s disciple."
Yang Chan blushed deeply at Yao Ji’s words, "Mother, there are outsiders here. You’re going too far!"
"So what if I am? I’m already like this; I’m not the one who’s losing face." Yao Ji huffed.
The one losing face was indeed not Yao Ji, but her daughter, Yang Chan.
Yang Chan dared not lift her head, not knowing how to face Sun Wukong.
With the conversation having reached this point, even a fool could understand what was going on.
Sun Wukong brought his hands together and clapped, "Oh, I see why you were beating around the bush. It turns out you fancy my master too."
With Sun Wukong speaking so plainly, Yang Chan lowered her head even further.
Suddenly, she realized there was a special word in Sun Wukong’s statement. Not caring about her shyness anymore, she raised her head to look at him, "Too?"
"Yes." Sun Wukong was not surprised to hear of a woman liking his master; it wasn’t a new or unusual thing. He didn’t quite understand love and therefore also didn’t consider Yang Chan’s feelings. "There are many women who fancy my master."
"You see, I’ve always told you, make up your mind and then tell him. But you didn’t—now look, someone else has taken the lead." Yao Ji’s voice was full of disappointment and frustration.
"Who is that person?"
Yang Chan could no longer hear her mother’s words; she hadn’t recovered from the shock of Sun Wukong’s earlier words.
"Oh, you definitely know her," Sun Wukong revealed.
"I know her?" Yang Chan searched her mind for female acquaintances who knew Chen Nuo, feeling as though nearly all would fall for Chen Nuo.
It couldn’t be helped; Chen Nuo was just too outstanding. In the end, she gave up thinking and asked Sun Wukong directly, "Who is it?"
"Nuwa, of course."
Nuwa! It was her!
Yang Chan’s hands trembled slightly in shock; she had thought through every possibility, but she hadn’t considered Nuwa.
If it had been someone else, perhaps she might have had a chance to compete, but it was Nuwa!
A God of Ancient Times, the creator of humanity, the repairer of the Heavenly Realm’s fissures – she didn’t even know where she had been when those events took place, so how could she possibly contend with her now?
"Is it really Saint Nuwa?" Yang Chan’s own voice trembled; the impact on her was just too great.
After Sun Wukong mentioned that name, Yang Chan knew that no matter what she did, she could never win over Nuwa.
Frankly, even if Chen Nuo’s admirer wasn’t Nuwa, but another person, upon hearing that their rival in love was Nuwa, they would likely give up the pursuit – that’s Nuwa, after all!
"What’s wrong with you?" Sun Wukong noticed something was off with Yang Chan, "It’s just one more person liking my master, there’s no need for you to be so surprised."
Indeed, if it were someone else, she might have scoffed, mocking that person for overestimating themselves.
But now, the one overestimating herself was her. Asking such a question was simply humiliating, but she couldn’t help it and asked anyway.
"Does Saint Nuwa really like Shopkeeper Chen a lot?"
"Yes, she really does," Sun Wukong nodded; he didn’t really understand what liking someone meant, but considering how exceptional his master was, it was natural that those who liked him did so very much. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Yang Chan took a sip of water, trying to calm herself, "Then, what does your master think about it?"
"My master," Sun Wukong paused to think, unable to discern Chen Nuo’s feelings, "I also don’t know; I didn’t pick up on anything."
"Is that so?" Yang Chan’s grip on the cup relaxed slightly, "Did your master say anything?"
"That, I didn’t see; I was busy at the time and by the time I arrived, Nuwa had already left."
Sun Wukong spoke truthfully, "You all really are troublesome, can’t you just mind your own lives? Why involve yourselves in this incomprehensible mess of love and affection; it’s truly baffling."
Yang Chan gave a bitter smile, "It’s something one can’t control."
"Is that so?" Sun Wukong expressed disgust, "This thing is really troublesome, it feels even more potent than any poison."
"Indeed, it’s worse than that," Yang Chan replied softly, "To rid oneself of it, one only needs to tie oneself up, but love is different. Just a touch of it and, even if you were bound, you cannot control your heart."
Hearing this, Sun Wukong felt even more disgusted, "What you’re saying is too terrible; stay away from my master, and that goes for Nuwa too. Don’t think you can help my master with such things. My master is formidable and won’t be brought down by them."
Yao Ji had been silent the whole time, equally shocked that Nuwa had taken a liking to Chen Nuo; she had never imagined that a God of Ancient Times like Nuwa could fall for someone like Chen Nuo. This was becoming complicated.
Her daughter was already somewhat slow and timid when it came to matters of the heart, and now, with the original difficulty of being with Chen Nuo, with Nuwa standing in the way, it became an even tougher hurdle.
Yao Ji looked at Yang Chan and sent a telepathic message, "Daughter, Nuwa is no ordinary person; she’s a Saint. We can’t contend with her. Why don’t we find someone else for you to like? Tell your uncle whom you fancy and let him help you bring him to you."
Yang Chan was amused by her mother’s words, "Mother, you don’t need to comfort me."
"I’m not merely comforting you; I’m speaking the truth. Tell me, do you have feelings for any other gentleman? It doesn’t matter if they are a god, a human, or even a demon; I won’t stop you."
"How could I possibly have feelings for someone else?" Yang Chan felt the sting of her mother’s words.
"Liking one person is already painful enough; how could I have room in my heart to like another?"
"You, sigh," Yao Ji sighed heavily.
