Stepping on the Demoness to become the strongest-Chapter 454 - 50: The New Bride’s Entrance Red Envelope
Chapter 454: Chapter 50: The New Bride’s Entrance Red Envelope
“Do we have to take all this stuff with us?” Su Yunjin asked.
“Yeah, let’s take it all,” Lin Ning answered. “If left here for two weeks, it’ll probably go bad anyway.”
“I might as well just eat it instead of going through the hassle of packing it,” Zhao Yuanzhen suddenly said.
The two girls ignored her. For one, the remark was rather senseless, and they felt that responding would risk lowering their own intelligence; secondly, everyone knew that Sister Zhao had no family and was going to spend New Year’s at the captain’s house.
No relatives is undoubtedly sad, but spending New Year’s with the captain… it really made it hard for anyone to sympathize with her.
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To be honest, although everyone had been living together here for less than a year, they had grown very close, spending days and nights together.
Now that they were about to be separated temporarily, there was an indescribable sense of unwillingness to let go.
“Ha ha ha ha!” Xie Ruoxi, laughing loudly while carrying her suitcase down the stairs, had a phone tucked between her ear and shoulder, “Don’t worry, Mom, I’m a cultivator now.”
“Uh-huh, I’ll fly back on my sword directly, it’ll just take a few hours, very fast.”
“I don’t want to see relatives during New Year’s; it’s annoying. I’m a cultivator, after all, how can they expect me to see them just because they say so? Not even my uncle!”
“How common do you think a cultivator’s talent is? If my uncle really has confidence in my cousin, he should take him to the hospital for a blood test.”
“My schedule? You’ve got to be kidding! When do I have the time? I earn tens of millions in just one fight, alright!”
Su Yunjin and Lin Ning exchanged glances for a moment, the same thought crossing their minds:
If only we could be as carefree and unburdened as Ruoxi.
Yan Yu and Chen Lingyun followed them down the stairs, both with empty hands, without any luggage at all.
“Aren’t you guys taking anything home with you?” Lin Ning asked, puzzled.
“No need,” Yan Yu said. “Whatever I need, I’ll just fly back on my sword to get it.”
Chen Lingyun’s answer was even more extreme: “I have three or four sets of all the daily necessities at my house, there’s no need to take anything.”
The rationale was clear to everyone; with money, you could do whatever you wished, even if it meant discarding clothes after wearing them just once – they could afford it. But Lin Ningsu and Su Yunjin were ultimately restrained by their upbringing, unable to accept such wasteful extravagance, so they preferred to pack their luggage themselves.
After everyone had left the house, Lin Ning was the last one to lock the door, then said to everyone:
“Okay then, see you on the seventh day of the New Year.”
“See you after the New Year,” the girls said in unison.
Although Su Yunjin echoed their sentiment, she thought to herself: “You guys will see each other after the New Year; I’m going to visit the captain’s house ahead of time, hmph.”
Six streaks of sword light soared into the sky, each heading in a different direction.
There were road signs on highways, but none for sword flight, and using a GPS would make the route jump erratically, so it’s best to follow mountains, rivers, and check the map occasionally to maintain course, to avoid veering off too much.
Xie Ruoxi flew upstream along the Yangtze River, while Yun Jin and Ling Yun headed downstream. Yan Yu and Zhao Yuanzhen were bound for Lin’an Prefecture, and Lin Ning for the farther Qingyuan Prefecture. The three first traveled south together, then went their separate ways near Nanki Lake.
Yan Yu landed in the military manor of Lin’an Prefecture, completed identity registration, and then made a phone call for his sister, Yan Jing, to come down and meet him.
It was somewhat embarrassing; his parents had moved here a long time ago, and he had yet to visit their new home even once.
Yan Jing came down to meet them shortly. She didn’t seem to have changed much in the more than half a year since they last saw each other, although her cheeks seemed a bit rounder if anything had to be noted.
“Big bro! Sister Zhao!” She rushed over, took their hands, and led the way enthusiastically, “Mom and Dad made boiled mutton in plain water today! The meat doesn’t have any gamey flavor at all, and it’s super delicious when dipped in soy sauce!”
If they didn’t already know the truth, even as her brother, Yan Yu would have almost been fooled by her energetic façade into thinking this little girl really loved eating mutton.
“Uh-huh,” Zhao Yuanzhen seemed completely clueless, solemnly commenting, “Boiling it in plain water without any green onions, ginger, or garlic, if it doesn’t taste gamey, that means it’s definitely good mutton.”
“Sister Zhao, make sure you eat a lot,” Yan Jing continued to bait her with her words, “Don’t let my brother eat it all.”
“Hmph,” Zhao Yuanzhen fell for it, scoffing, “I can finish a plate in just a few minutes, at most I’ll leave him one piece.”
“Hey!” Yan Yu was worried she might actually turn into a Demonic Sect enchantress pig at the table, and quickly said, “Behave yourself at my house! If you show no manners, I’ll kick you out before the New Year’s Eve dinner!”
Hearing the first half of the sentence, Zhao Yuanzhen was still derisively snickering; it wasn’t until he mentioned “kicking you out before New Year’s Eve dinner” that she was suddenly shocked and angrily thought:
How dare this thief insult me so! Missing the New Year’s Eve dinner is one thing, but being kicked out on New Year’s Eve is quite another! I must avenge this affront; when the day comes for me to take charge, I will pay him back tenfold!
With these thoughts, an image came to mind:
It was New Year’s Eve, the whole family gathered together, and I had ordered a feast of delicacies, dragon liver and phoenix marrow, exquisite dishes beyond compare, their fragrances wafting enticingly, stimulating everyone’s appetite. The children rubbed their hands eagerly, drooling in anticipation, while Yan Yu sat at the lower end of the table, about to gingerly pick up his chopsticks, when he heard my harsh shout, showing no mercy:
“You ill-mannered thing! I, your wife, haven’t started eating yet and you dare to move your chopsticks? Get out!”
Yan Yu’s face fell, and he silently stood up and left the house like a dog that had lost its home, while I delighted in the feast with the children…
Zhao Yuanzhen was extremely satisfied with these thoughts, feeling rather smug, when suddenly her mind wandered off on a tangent:
She saw Yan Yu leaving the house, dejected, uncertain of where to go, when suddenly Lin Ningsu, Su Yunjin, Chen Lingyun, and Xie Ruoxi appeared out of nowhere, surrounding him with their tender voices and coquettish laughter, saying things like, “Zhao sister is so cruel, bullying the captain even on New Year’s Eve,” “We will only pamper you, Captain,” “Come have a feast with us, Captain, with all kinds of delicacies and exotic foods, abalone and bird’s nest, and, of course, the four of us~”, and they whisked him away.
No! Not allowed!! Absolutely not!!!
On reaching this part, Zhao Yuanzhen was suddenly beside herself with anger and transmitted her thoughts to Yan Yu, saying:
“If one day, I drive you out of the house, you mustn’t let other women take advantage of the situation, otherwise I will never forgive you!”
“Crazy.” Yan Yu was utterly bewildered. “There should be a limit to talking nonsense.”
The Demonic Sect Enchantress saw him talking back and immediately reached out to twist the soft flesh of his waist, but Yan Yu, alert to her intentions, swiftly knocked her hand away and, just as quickly, pinched her buttocks.
They were full yet firm to the touch, worryingly so.
“If you pinch my butt again, I’m going to start hitting you!” Zhao Yuanzhen was both furious and embarrassed as she threatened via thought transmission.
“Have you forgotten the fact that you can’t beat me?” Yan Yu countered with a cold sneer.
Zhao Yuanzhen was at a loss for words, and changed her line of attack:
“I might not be able to beat you, but I can sneak attack you! Touch my butt again, and tonight, after our dual cultivation, when you fall asleep, I will sit on top of you and smother you to death!”
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His statement was so peculiar that it made Yan Yu take a second glance.
It seems it could actually smother someone to death.
Seeing that Yan Yu had fallen silent, Zhao Yuanzhen sat up straight, thinking triumphantly, So the scoundrel’s weakness is this? How laughable, tonight I will try sitting on him, let’s see if he gets scared.
Walking ahead, Yan Jing was unaware of anything and simply led the two to the door, where she knocked.
It didn’t take long for someone to come to the door, and it turned out to be Yan Yu’s mother, wearing glasses.
Meeting the Demonic Sect Enchantress for the first time, Yan’s mother was also dazzled by her figure and beauty, but she quickly recovered and said with a smile:
“Come in first, Jingjing, get the slippers.”
As the three of them entered and changed into slippers, they saw Yan Yu’s father lying on the couch watching TV, while his mother was busy in the kitchen.
“We’re back.” Yan Yu walked over and sat down next to his father.
Yan Jing went to the kitchen to help her mother. Zhao Yuanzhen looked around and decided to sit next to Yan Yu as well.
“Hurry up and say hello.” Yan Yu transmitted to her.
“Hello, uncle.” The Demonic Sect Enchantress greeted him, “My name is Zhao Yuanzhen.”
“Hmm.” Yan Yu’s father gave the enchantress a glance, thinking, How did she just start calling me uncle?
So this girl and my son are already in a relationship?
“Call me uncle,” Yan Yu corrected her with a smile.
“That’s what they say on TV!” Zhao Yuanzhen argued back in thought, though she changed her words obediently, “Hello, uncle.”
“Hmm.” Yan Yu’s father wasn’t a man of many words, and he pulled out a red envelope from the pocket of his coat, handing it over.
Zhao Yuanzhen was about to reach for it, but Yan Yu stopped her and asked his father:
“What does this red envelope mean?”
“New Year’s money,” Yan Yu’s father replied nonchalantly, already with the explanation at hand.
