Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 848 - 84 Wuxin’s Action (6000 words, 2 in 1)
Wang Anfeng took advantage of the little girl's moment of hesitation, his five fingers on his left hand slightly opening, strands of Inner Qi quietly sliding the corpses charred like coal all under the bed. The bed sheets fell to conceal the vision, then he let out a breath and called the little girl to come in again.
Dongfang Ximing started off a bit awkward and reserved, understandably having not met for many years, even though they were blood relatives, it would take time to truly become close.
She tentatively took a piece, holding it with both hands as she sat on the chair and went to take a bite, her eyes lit up immediately with the first bite and took a bigger bite on the second, seeing which Wang Anfeng smiled, noticing Wuxin brought quite a few, he pushed the box of snacks toward the young lady, saying warmly:
"These are unique Liangzhou pastries, there are plenty here, you can eat more, if you finish them, you can buy more."
Dongfang Ximing nodded.
Wang Anfeng placed the other two items into his arms, especially being cautious with the letter recording intelligence on White Tiger Hall, chatting briefly with Dongfang Ximing as he felt sorry for the many grievances this cousin had suffered since childhood and wanted to care for her whenever possible.
About half a cup of tea's time, a young waiter came knocking gently to ask if they'd like some breakfast sent up.
Wang Anfeng stopped speaking, realizing he'd been busy with affairs last night and it was almost Chen hour, he smiled again, said a few words to Dongfang Ximing and got up to head downstairs to personally choose some food.
The group was from all corners of Great Qin with varying tastes and dietary restrictions, careful consideration had to be given to meals.
Standing on the first floor of the inn, beside him, the young waiter was bustling about sorting through food, whether spicy or sweet, with or without spring onions and cilantro, busy as can be, while Wang Anfeng watched the bustling scene outside. Though it wasn't as busy as a few days ago during the Mid-Autumn Festival, it was still a lively big city.
In such a crowd, hiding could indeed be very easy.
He felt the letter in his arms, recalling the White Tiger Hall intelligence it contained, thinking that an average Jianghu Organization could become noteworthy if it could achieve half of what's on this letter, raising concerns from the local Ministry of Punishment.
Since White Tiger Hall was already huge and the Imperial Court had much intelligence yet hadn't taken action to eliminate this organization, it seemed illogical, presumably many connections lie behind like a northern iceberg, only a fraction showing above water while the shadow below is vast, one mustn't move rashly.
Then considering Wuxin as a candidate for Chief Arrestor in Great Qin Ministry of Punishment and a renowned arrestor himself, naturally held many secret intelligence and some might even be shared as remuneration.
If this matter could be dealt with soon, more about White Tiger Hall might be learned from Wuxin, the gains could be far greater than imagined.
Wang Anfeng closed his eyes, recalling being chased by White Tiger Hall four years ago, thinking of Mi Family's extermination in Fufeng and the Pharmacist Valley battle, his demeanor calmed as he gently tapped his brow.
The young waiter beside prepared a variety of breakfast, spicy or not, sweet or savory, exactly as instructed by Wang Anfeng, who then took the wooden tray and sent it upwards.
Wang Anfeng regained his senses, taming his thoughts, and took two portions from the young waiter, thinking Dongfang Ximing appeared to have quite a sweet tooth, he took more brown sugar fried cakes and headed back up.
Having grown up alone, it's his first time needing to care for siblings, feeling somewhat unfamiliar, while others like friends and acquaintances, Sikou Tingfeng was aloof, not easy to chat casually, and Xue Qinshuang's brother seemed such that mentioning him would be utterly unwise, as for Gong Yu.
Ahem, probably Lin Qiaofu and Lv Baiping cared for her more...
With this thought, Wang Anfeng's expression turned peculiar, his pace quickened, reaching his room where the door was closed, likely due to Dongfang Ximing not being accustomed to the outside and acting overly cautiously.
Feeling a stronger urge to care for this cousin, he let out a breath, smiled, carrying the tray of breakfast in one hand and pushed open the wooden door with the other.
"Ximing... Hungry yet..."
Dongfang Ximing instinctively straightened, her hands flicked a box behind her, palms pale, sleeves ink black, agile like a vibrant kitten.
Only then did she see it was Wang Anfeng who entered, her body slightly stiffened, face turning red, looking down. She reached back to retrieve the box, eyes lowered, not daring to look at Wang Anfeng, only murmuring:
"Ah, Brother..."
"Want a piece?"
Before finishing, she let out a small burp, rendering her face even redder, almost about to cry.
Wang Anfeng's gaze turned dull.
In her hand, considering Wang Anfeng's appetite, Wuxin had sent a box filled with Seven Flavor House cakes weighing enough for a pound and a half, now but one remains.
The little girl finally seemed to realize she hadn't acted rightly, unlike others who only ate after being invited, her face flush, hands slightly trembled, that small piece of rouge cake slipping noisily within the box, each sound piercing Wang Anfeng's ears, especially lonely.
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