Chapter 227: This Trainee Fatui Harbinger is Too Unreliable [227]
As he passed the Akademiya, a sharp voice suddenly called out behind him.
"Stop right there!"
Turning around, he saw a girl with ash-blue, twin-turbine-like hair standing a few steps away. Her gaze flitted nervously, and her cheeks were dusted with a faint blush.
"You're... Layla?"
Looking at the girl in front of him, a mixture of tsundere shyness written all over her face, Luo Qing was puzzled.
Wasn't she supposed to be scared of him? Why was she suddenly approaching him of her own accord?
"What do you need?"
"I..."
Layla hesitated, fidgeting for a moment before stammering, "I'm ready now..."
"Ready for... what?"
Luo Qing blinked, momentarily bewildered.
Who starts a conversation like that? Ready for what, exactly? Dinner? Bed?
"For the meal I owe you! I can pay it back now..."
Layla's face turned even redder.
For a proud tsundere like her, inviting someone she didn't like out to eat was harder than finishing a thesis.
But Luo Qing was her savior, and she wasn't the type to leave a debt unpaid.
"You're saying... you want to treat me to a meal now?"
"What's the problem? Can't I?" Layla snapped, crossing her arms and puffing up in indignation. "I already booked a table. Once we're done, we're square—no more strings attached!"
Ever since their last meeting, Layla had been planning to properly thank Luo Qing for saving her life. The only way she could think of was treating him to a good meal.
However, as someone who relied on her "outer persona" for day-to-day functioning, Layla had to sneakily hoard Mora whenever she could. She had painstakingly scraped together enough over the past few days to make this happen.
Her plan was simple: invite Luo Qing for a quick meal, thank him properly, then leave as fast as possible and pretend the whole thing never happened.
"..."
Luo Qing was momentarily speechless.
Why did this feel like a breakup dinner?
Should he suggest a "breakup bonus" while he was at it?
"But I already planned to have dinner at home today," Luo Qing said, feigning a conflicted tone.
This wasn't entirely a lie. At her insistence, he had developed the habit of returning home for all three meals unless something urgent came up.
If he skipped lunch to meet with another girl for a meal, he'd probably end up tied to the bed tonight for "disciplinary action."
In the past, it was manageable with just her.
But now, she had reinforcements—Theresa, of all people.
"Home for dinner? Someone cooks for you?"
Layla's instincts immediately went on high alert, catching a potential clue.
"Is it... a man or a woman?"
"Do I look like someone who'd live with another man?"
"..."
"I knew it!"
Layla glared at Luo Qing with a mixture of disdain and alarm, taking half a step back as if he were some kind of predatory beast.
"In that case, why don't we reschedule? That way, I can plan ahead," Luo Qing said casually, deliberately baiting her as he stepped forward, pretending to leave.
"No way! Today's the day! I worked so hard to scrape together the Mora and time!"
Layla moved to block his path, arms spread wide.
Her "outer persona" handled her basic needs, so she didn't have to worry about food or shelter. However, this also meant she had no control over her finances.
To avoid raising suspicion, Layla had been secretly siphoning small amounts of Mora from her "outer persona," hiding it away for weeks just for this meal.
And now, this ungrateful guy dared to decline?
Not happening!
She was determined to see this dinner—no, this thank-you meal—through to the end so she could clear her conscience and prevent Luo Qing from haunting her thoughts any longer.
"You sound... kind of broke."
"..."
"Is that really the point here?!"
Layla was furious.
She was treating him to a meal, and this jerk had the audacity to call her broke?! All her money went toward her research!
Glancing around, she noticed that her animated gestures had drawn the attention of several students in the plaza. They were starting to whisper among themselves.
"Hey, isn't that girl from the Rtawahist School? What's she doing here?"
"She looks familiar... Oh, isn't she that genius scholar? Is she arguing with her boyfriend?"
"Wow, even geniuses date?"
The murmurs made Layla flush in embarrassment.
If this continued, her "outer persona" would have to deal with unwanted gossip and complications.
"Hmph! Whatever. I already invited you. Whether you come or not, I've done my part!"
"And you're okay with leaving it like that?"
"..."
He's doing this on purpose, isn't he?!
Layla's frustration mounted. Luo Qing was so infuriating—what exactly did he want?
"How about this," Luo Qing suggested with a chuckle. "I still have some time before dinner at home. Why don't you help us cook? That can count as your thank-you."
"Huh...?"
Layla hesitated, caught off guard.
Her cooking skills were decent, so making a meal for him seemed like a reasonable way to repay her debt.
"But... I already paid for the reservation..."
"Weren't you planning to spend that Mora anyway? The process is different, but the result's the same."
Luo Qing's tone was light. "So, how about it? Want to come home with me?"
"Wha—stop saying it like that!" Layla hissed, glancing nervously around before lowering her voice. "I'm just cooking for you! Afterward, we're completely square!"
"Alright, alright. No strings attached."
---
Not long after, at Luo Qing's home...
The youthful and slightly flustered Layla stood at the doorway, watching as Luo Qing inserted the key into the lock, turned it, and slowly pushed the door open.
Glancing around cautiously, she quickly followed him inside.
The moment she stepped in, a gentle, feminine voice greeted them.
"You're back already? That's earlier than usual."
Turning toward the source of the voice, Layla spotted two women sitting on the living room sofa.
Both had violet hair and eyes, but their demeanors were vastly different. One had long hair cascading to her waist, exuding elegance and a regal aura. The other had a short, spunky hairstyle, her lively gaze brimming with mischief.
As Layla entered, both women turned their attention to her.
"Luo Qing, and who might this be?"
The long-haired woman rose gracefully, her hands clasped in front of her as she approached Layla.
"T-Two of you?!"
Layla stammered, overwhelmed by the sheer presence of the long-haired woman, whose gaze felt ancient and commanding—as if she were a deity.
"I-I'm Layla. I came to... to thank Luo Qing for saving my life by cooking him a meal..."
Layla's voice wavered. This woman wasn't just a girlfriend; she radiated the aura of an empress.
"A meal?"
The regal woman's piercing gaze shifted to Luo Qing, her expression seemingly amused.
So, you've already started bringing girls home, huh?
"And why didn't I hear about this earlier?"
"Ahem. I just found out myself," Luo Qing replied, attempting to placate her. "She originally wanted to take me out, but you insisted I come home for lunch."
"Oh?"
The woman's eyes swept over Layla appraisingly, her presence almost suffocating.
At that moment, Luo Qing truly felt the oppressive power of a legitimate wife's aura.
Even he was starting to feel the pressure.
This was clearly someone who had read too many novels about harems and power struggles.
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Chapter 228: This Trainee Fatui Harbinger is Too Unreliable [228]
Suddenly, Makoto's imposing aura softened. She smiled gently, like a kind older sister, taking Layla's hand and speaking in a warm tone.
"Could you tell me how Luo Qing saved you?"
"Huh...?"
Layla's face turned awkward, and she looked down, mumbling softly.
"Well... it was outside the city. I was attacked by monsters, and Luo Qing stepped in to save me..."
"So that's how it happened."
Makoto's lips curled into a knowing smile, her sidelong glance at Luo Qing seeming to say: You're quite something, huh? Already a hero saving damsels in distress?
"Well then, perfect timing. We were just about to start preparing lunch. Since Miss Layla wants to help out..."
Makoto's eyes shifted back to Luo Qing.
"Would you mind running out to buy some sandworm meat for us, brave hero?"
"Didn't we already have plenty of meat at home? Alright, alright, I'll go."
With a single sharp look from Makoto, Luo Qing slinked out of the house without further protest.
Clearly, Makoto wanted to speak with Layla alone. Whether it was to assert her position or to pull Layla into her camp, Luo Qing didn't care. As long as it didn't cause him trouble, he was happy to comply.
---
Meanwhile...
Watching Luo Qing submit so obediently to this seemingly sweet and gentle woman, Layla couldn't help but be surprised. Who is this woman to keep that scoundrel Luo Qing so firmly under control?
"Come now, Layla."
Makoto gently took Layla's hand and led her toward the living room.
"Let me help you get familiar with the place."
---
Not long after...
When Luo Qing returned from the Grand Bazaar with the sandworm meat, the dining table was already set with an array of dishes. It looked like they hadn't needed the meat at all.
"You've already finished cooking? Then why send me out to buy this?"
"Because what you bought is for dinner, of course. Any problems with that?" Makoto's expression was so matter-of-fact that Luo Qing could only sigh.
"Wash your hands. We're all waiting for you."
"..."
---
The four of them sat at the table: Luo Qing at the head, Makoto to his right, Theresa to his left, and Layla sitting a little farther away.
Layla couldn't help but glance at the trio from time to time.
Theresa, the petite girl with a lively demeanor, was constantly scooping food onto Luo Qing's plate, affectionately calling him "Lord" with every sentence.
On the other side, Makoto carried herself with the grace of a perfect housewife, chatting with Luo Qing about domestic matters with a warm smile.
The three of them got along so naturally and harmoniously that there wasn't a trace of tension between them.
How does Luo Qing manage this?!
Layla felt completely out of place.
She had come here today to thank Luo Qing and settle her debt. In the process, she'd also hoped to warn him to stay away from her outer persona.
But now she felt like an outsider, a stranger intruding on their world.
Even in the kitchen earlier, she had barely been able to help. She'd only managed to cook her signature dish; the rest was all Makoto's work, while Layla had been relegated to washing vegetables and other minor tasks.
Can I even consider my debt paid after this?
Lost in thought, Layla suddenly heard Makoto's voice.
"Here, try Layla's dish—'Dreamy Rosette Custard.' It's quite wonderful."
Layla looked up to see Makoto placing her dish in front of Luo Qing, then winking playfully at her.
"So, Layla, how did you and Luo Qing meet?"
"Uh..."
Layla froze.
Could she admit that she'd woken up to find Luo Qing in her bedroom, tying her up with no explanation and asking about her hobbies?
Could she mention that this jerk had even touched her hands and feet?
She glanced at Luo Qing, who looked equally uneasy, and an idea struck her. This guy seems utterly submissive to Makoto. Maybe I can use that...
With a faint pout and a touch of grievance in her voice, she murmured,
"It's nothing, really... Luo Qing just barged into my room, claimed he was fulfilling a commission, tied me up, and started asking about my hobbies..."
"Oh?"
Theresa, who had been quietly focused on her meal, suddenly perked up.
"Did Lord only tie you up? He didn't do anything else?"
"Huh?"
Layla blinked, confused. "He... he also touched my hands and feet..."
"Now that sounds more like it."
Theresa nodded in satisfaction and returned to her meal without another word.
She clearly had no intention of stepping into the brewing storm, leaving the situation to Makoto.
"Oh?"
Makoto raised an eyebrow at Luo Qing, her smile carrying a hint of amusement.
"Misunderstanding... it's all a misunderstanding!" Luo Qing quickly interjected.
"Hmph. I know you too well."
Makoto let out a soft huff before turning back to Layla. She took Layla's hand gently, her tone as sweet as ever.
"Layla, if Luo Qing ever bullies you again, come straight to me. I'll make sure he gets what he deserves. I won't let him mistreat you."
"Thank you... Makoto... sister..."
Layla murmured softly, though she couldn't shake the strange feeling in her heart.
Why does this sound so odd? Luo Qing didn't actually do anything to me... so what's with this "I'll protect you" vibe?
---
Lunch eventually came to an end.
Layla felt a wave of relief wash over her. From this moment on, she resolved to treat Luo Qing as nothing more than a stranger. She had repaid her debt, and that was that.
With her outer persona's sleep period nearing its end, Layla politely declined Makoto's invitation to go out for a walk and chat.
As Makoto and Luo Qing headed to the kitchen to clean up, Layla prepared to slip away quietly.
But before she could leave, the eccentric Theresa appeared in front of her.
"You're leaving?"
"Y-yes, Theresa... sister. I have something to attend to, so I need to head back."
"I see..."
Theresa pulled her aside, glancing toward the kitchen with a conspiratorial look.
"Listen, you've got to pick up the pace, Third Sister. There are lots of people watching."
"Huh?"
Layla froze.
"Theresa, I think there's been a misunderstanding. I don't like Luo Qing..."
"I get it!"
Theresa's expression was one of total understanding.
"Girls like you are always shy and reserved. That's normal. But if you stay reserved for too long, it might be too late!"
"..."
Layla was at a loss for words.
When did I ever say I was being reserved?! I'm trying to avoid him, not get closer!
"Theresa, I really think you've misunderstood. I only came here to repay Luo Qing for saving my life."
"Oh, sure, sure."
Theresa nodded knowingly.
"A life-saving debt can only be repaid with a lifelong commitment, right?"
"..."
"Trust me, you've got to act fast. You're Number Three, after all. If you don't get on board... hey, wait, don't leave! I'm not finished yet—"
Before Theresa could finish, Layla fled, her face burning red.
What is wrong with this family?!
If their man likes another girl, shouldn't they be upset?
Why are they actively helping Luo Qing instead? And what does she mean by 'get on board'?!
---
Greetings, esteemed reader.
Your presence throughout this chapter's journey is deeply appreciated. In Liyue, we hold that every tale, much like the enduring stone, gains strength through the appreciation of those who encounter it.
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Even the most modest contribution serves as a cornerstone, fortifying the foundation upon which future stories are built.
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Zhongli
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