My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 640 - 426: Pillow Talk (Two-in-One)

"Finished your conversation?"

"Hmm, let's head back."

A sudden fire at Yuanfeng Building was entirely unrelated to Chen Yi. Everything that needed to be discussed with Wei Wuque had been settled, so naturally, it was time to leave.

Chen Yi hung his head, lost in thought with little to say along the way. As they approached the gates of the Xuan Mansion, he idly glanced to the side and noticed that Lu Ying seemed unusually pleased, her brows relaxed.

"What are you so happy about?"

"I—I'm not!" Lu Ying pointed at the corner of her mouth and pressed down firmly. "I'm definitely not happy."

Chen Yi remained nonchalant. "What did you talk about with Miss Donggong?"

It was just a casual question, but Lu Ying visibly stiffened and fell silent, pressing her lips together.

"It wasn't anything... inappropriate, was it?" Chen Yi arched a brow interrogatively.

"W-What do you mean 'inappropriate'?" Lu Ying hesitated before replying coldly, "I just asked her about Ruo Shu's marriage."

"You asked about Ruo Shu's marriage and got this happy?"

"Well, I found out that you didn't consummate the relationship with her."

Back in the tea room with Dong Gong Ruoshu, Lu Ying had somehow steered the conversation toward her marriage with Chen Yi.

Miss Donggong, wary of Lu Ying's thoughts, answered evasively. She dared not mention the matters of Little Yin and Zhou Yitang, only insisting that she and Chen Yi had never truly been wed.

Lu Ying, as though uncovering a secret, smirked and said, "You two are completely faking this marriage. Without both the wedding ceremony and consummation, it can't count as real."

What was said carelessly struck a chord in an unintended listener's heart.

Before Chen Yi even had the chance to process his thoughts, he felt a chilling breeze and turned his head to find a figure as pristine as snow already waiting expectantly at the doors.

Yin Weiyin stood by the entrance.

She had calculated through divination that Chen Yi would return at this moment, so she arrived early to wait, putting on an air of attentiveness in hopes of winning his favor.

But what had she just overheard?

Unbelievable!

She herself hadn't held a wedding ceremony with Chen Yi.

So didn't that mean… she wasn't… truly married to him…?

Yin Weiyin's face turned pale, and just as she was about to lash out, Chen Yi hurriedly walked up, reached out his hand, and greeted her with a smile:

"Why are you waiting here for me?"

Yin Weiyin regained her composure, and it was only then that Lu Ying noticed her presence. Startled, Master Senior Sister inexplicably felt a pang of guilt and slightly ducked behind Chen Yi.

The scene, when viewed, bore a striking resemblance to a moment of panic when a junior wife is unwittingly caught by the matriarch, hurriedly hiding behind her husband.

Yin Weiyin ground her molars and parted her lips, intending to speak but ultimately keeping silent, her gaze fixed deeply on Chen Yi. She took his outstretched hand and pinched it discreetly.

Chen Yi transmitted his voice secretly:

"She's talking about Dong Gong Ruoshu's matters."

Yin Weiyin gave him a sidelong glance before turning her eyes toward Lu Ying.

Lu Ying, unsure why the atmosphere felt odd, smiled politely at Yin Weiyin and said:

"Greetings, Daoist Yin..."

Yin Weiyin hesitated for a moment, then composed herself and calmly said:

"Daoist Lu, please come inside."

The three of them proceeded as usual into the Xuan Mansion. When they arrived in the main hall, Yin Weiyin found it hard to sit still. She gestured to Chen Yi to follow her privately.

Once they reached the corner of the mansion, Yin Weiyin stopped and, biting her silver teeth lightly, finally said:

"You and her… there's nothing between you, right?"

"We're just ordinary Senior Sister and Junior Brother." Chen Yi answered with remarkable candor.

Yin Weiyin scanned him with a mistrustful gaze.

Chen Yi chuckled. "You don't trust me?"

"I…" Yin Weiyin faltered slightly at his teasing demeanor and hurriedly suppressed her nervousness, saying, "I trust you. It's just—you promised me not to fall for other Immortals' tricks."

Her voice was low, for her feelings were ultimately unspoken. Yet, despite her apprehension, that faint sense of grievance still couldn't be wholly concealed.

Chen Yi felt a swell of tenderness. He reached out and ruffled her hair, saying:

"I really have nothing to do with her. You know I only mess with the women I like. Have you ever seen me pick on her?"

"...What if you decide to mess with her later?"

"Come on. Setting aside how I might feel about her—she's my Senior Sister. Our relationship adheres to propriety and ethics. She's to be admired from a distance, not approached improperly. Understand?"

"Got it. You're more excited about your Senior Sister."

"What do you even understand—"

"But you even mess with your master."

Yin Weiyin suddenly interjected, her words laden with unclear tension.

Chen Yi paused briefly, unsure how to respond for a moment.

Understanding her thoughts, Chen Yi eventually coughed twice before saying:

"…Master also forbade me from having anything to do with her."

At the mention of Zhou Yitang's name, Yin Weiyin finally exhaled in relief. They all knew how lecherous Chen Yi could be—the female crown certainly experienced it firsthand. Otherwise, each night wouldn't end in exasperation. Now, fearing Chen Yi might once again succumb to his desires, entangle himself with another Immortal, and pursue Dual Cultivation to ascend with someone else, she worried she'd end up as nothing more than an aging housewife.

But however infatuated Chen Yi was with her, Yin Weiyin couldn't help but sometimes fear he'd fall for someone else—especially this Lu Ying. She seemed harmless, but as his Senior Sister and the Sword Armor Sect's foremost disciple, she brought an aura of intimidation. Thankfully, Zhou Yitang had also intervened, and the Third Lady somewhat aligned with Yin Weiyin in their shared resolve. With their combined efforts, it seemed unlikely Chen Yi would act recklessly.

Yet he was bound to head for Yin Sword Mountain later, and who could say whether Lu Ying might seize the opportunity...

Yin Weiyin's brows lightly furrowed.

Noticing that she was still lost in thought, Chen Yi asked, "Do you trust me now?"

His timely words broke Yin Weiyin's train of thought. He hadn't shown her the pig-faced mask that Lu Ying had gifted him, fearing she'd spiral into overthinking and create unnecessary drama.

"I suppose I trust you." Yin Weiyin collected herself and let out a soft sigh.

"Does that mean tonight… you'll reward me?"

Chen Yi gazed at the female crown with a playful grin.