Raising a sigh, Mo-laoban glances at the others, and says—
"Feel free to start eating. This is a wedding after all."
"Elder sister, did you clear the restaurant just for this?"
Towards Nuo'er's question, Mo-laoban chuckles, and answers—
"Who would want a bunch of faceless strangers attending their own wedding just to have a presentable number?"
"A wedding I didn't agree with…"
Towards Long Hua's remark, Mo-laoban returns her attention to him, and asks—
"And what exactly are you dissatisfied with, my dearest?"
Raising her right hand, Mo-laoban pinches Long Hua's chin—as if she is an examining a fragile gemstone.
"Surnamed Mo, we don't even know each other."
"Maybe that's the case right now, but the future is everchanging."
Shaking off Mo-laoban's hand, Long Hua replies—
"I don't have feelings for you."
"But I have feelings for you. If you like someone, you should stick to them, I'm only following what I believe in."
Despite being given permission to eat, not a single person is willing to take their eyes off the two's exchange.
Narrowing his eyes, Long Hua asks—
"What exactly is it that you even like about me? I don't mind changing it to something that you'd dislike."
"Does a person really need a reason to like someone else?"
Smiling while blinking her amber-colored eyes, Mo-laoban adds—
"Not to brag, but most men would get down on their knees, and beg me for my hand in marriage."
Appearance wise, Mo-laoban is well above average. As for status and wealth—
"Besides, marrying me means you become the proprietor of this restaurant."
"…"
With this restaurant serving as an auction house as well, it's inevitably going to be a place where items of high value will be swapped from one hand to another. Being its proprietor under these circumstances means—
(If I see any magic treasures being registered, I can negotiate with the seller ahead of time, and buy it directly off them. That would be convenient…)
(*-laoban, she kind of has you beat. Also, she's basically saying it's fine if you're just a gold digger. Honestly, she's a rare one.)
Ignoring the Tai Xuan Emperor's remark, Long Hua says—
"There's no such thing as a free lunch between Heaven and Earth. What do you get out of this, surnamed Mo?"
Maintaining her smile, Mo-laoban answers—
"As my husband, you have a duty to entertain me by playing the flute for me. Ideally, one tune a week. If you miss a week, you must make up for it."
"Anything else?"
"Since you're going into the ruins, you must naturally bring back as much loot as possible. Purchasing items directly from sellers isn't exactly cheap—even if the currency used is mortal realm currency. Sometimes NWDs—regardless of their amount won't ever be enough for a collector to part with one of their treasures; in that case, you can trade them for it with something else. Also, if you find any flutes in the treasure pile—be sure to bring it back to me in one piece. Finally-"
Leaning closer to Long Hua's left ear, Mo-laoban whispers—
"When we're alone, call me Wu Xiao."
"Hm…-?"
Before Long Hua can reply, Wu Xiao presses her index finger to his lips.
"…"
Watching Long Hua and Wu Xiao's exchange, Yao Ying thought—
(So, this is how a real woman would behave?)
"…"
Beneath the table, Nuo'er types out a text message, and sends it out before pocketing the device.
"…"
Towards Wu Xiao's mischievous smile, Long Hua shuts his eyes, while thinking—
(Can't be that simple. …If she's considered to be a part of the Ling Yuan family, is this a way to keep an eye on me? Tch...… Unpleasant bastard.)
Reopening his eyes, Long Hua looks to Mo-laoban, and receiving the harsh gleam that is emanating from the former's glare, the latter thought—
(There's that gleam again. …I see.)
Despite not knowing the entirety of the situation, Mo-laoban is still able to take a few guesses, as she playful remarks—
"I should add, don't just keep calling me surnamed Mo out in public. At least get a bit creative with how you'd address me as your wife."
"I can accept being proprietor, but I can't accept you as my wife."
Raising a frown, Wu Xiao asks—
"Are you certain that you want to be so difficult, my dearest?"
"Ahn…?"
"If word gets out about what you did to me when we first met, both of us will be made to lose face. Think about it, people will immediately assume that the rice has already been cooked between us. By that point, if you go out of your way in an attempt to clear things up, they'll only assume you're making an excuse, and label you as a womanizing scumbag. My reputation will suffer, yes, but yours will be worse—much worse. I'm pretty sure everyone who was here today see you as a complete lunatic; committing sex crimes isn't beneath you—is the impression everyone has of you right now."
"…"
As someone who cares about his own face and reputation greatly, this is probably Long Hua's worst nightmare.
"Due to my restaurant also serving as an auction house, I have plenty of connections with newspaper companies. It would only take a few calls, and our names will appear on the front headlines—the morning after."
As Long Hua's expression darkens, the Tai Xuan Emperor remarks—
(This woman, she's vicious…)
Blinking her eyes, Zhen Qing Huai thought—
(I didn't think even Long-xiong would be able to make a face like that.)
Chuckling lightly, Bai Wen thought—
(A vicious man, and a vicious woman, these two actually go together surprisingly well.)
Contemplating for a bit, Zhen Rong asks—
"Long-shao, should I call you Long-laoban from now on?"
In response to this question, Long Hua pinches the bridge of his nose, while Wu Xiao says—
"I guess our matter is settled then? From now on, you're the Lan Si Restaurant's proprietor. I've already informed all the workers of this ahead of time."
Picking up a cup of clear rice wine, Wu Xiao takes a sip out of it before offering it to Long Hua.
(An indirect kiss?)
(Is he going to accept?)
Waiting to see how Long Hua would respond to the situation, not a single person blinked their eyes.
Staring at the offered cup, Long Hua recalls a memory from his previous life. Within this memory, he was holding a woman by her neck.
"…"
Taking the cup, Long Hua turns it to the side that wasn't touched by Wu Xiao's lips.
Raising the cup, and tilting his head towards the ceiling, Long Hua pours the remaining wine directly into his mouth.
"Pfff, a method like that exists? Ai, I'm impressed."
As Bai Wen laughs aloud, Wu Xiao smiles with satisfaction, and says—
"As proprietor, the doors of the Lan Si Restaurant are always open to you. Here, you may dress and talk in whatever way you like."
Setting the cup down, Long Hua—who still feels a bit off about the situation, finds some comfort in these words. To be able to dress and talk in whatever way he likes, this might just be considered the greatest luxury in this world.
"…"
With her face red from the neck up, Zhen Qing Huai wobbles her upper body in an unstable manner, and just as the former is about to land her face onto the table, Zhen Rong intervenes.
Setting Zhen Qing Hua's head against the wheelchair's headrest, Zhen Rong turns to Wu Xiao, and says—
"Mo-laoban, we'll be borrowing a guest room."
"That's fine."
Getting out of her seat, Zhen Rong pushes Zhen Qing Huai towards a guest room.
Much of the food has already been cleared away.
Both Nuo'er and Yao Ying, who had stuffed their stomachs—had already retired themselves into a guest room a few minutes ago.
As for Bai Wen, he had retired a few moments earlier than those two.
That being said, only Long Hua, Tian Cheng, and Wu Xiao are currently left at the table.
Throughout this supposed celebration, Long Hua treated this dinner to be dedicated to an invisible couple located in places unknown.
"Your things back. Also, an extra—consider it a…? Hmm wedding gift?"
Taking Shui Yue and three other items from Wu Xiao, Long Hua asks—
"You're not afraid of me cutting you into ribbons with this sword right now?"
"My dearest, you're a selfish person, but you're not an unreasonable killer."
Storing the items away, Long Hua asks—
"And how would you even know that?"
"I can tell a lot of things from that tune you played. If a person purposefully provokes you, you won't hesitate to beat them. That's why, you beat up that male weapon spirit, right? As for why you didn't beat up that little girl, it's because she was only surprised to see someone with a face similar to the one that she had known in the past. Had she looked at you in the same way as that other weapon spirit, you wouldn't have hesitated to slap her out of the entrance, correct?"
"…"
Glancing at Wu Xiao—who is smiling at him in a charming manner, Long Hua sighs. It's not exactly pleasant to be read like an open book, especially so when it is done by a complete stranger.
"…Are you not going to ask what exactly I am, my dearest?"
"Not interested. Actually, why exactly do you call me that?"
Taking a sip of wine, Wu Xiao replies—
"Long Hua isn't your real name, so why would I call you that? This isn't even your real body, is it?"
"…"
...…
Within the dreamscape, the Tai Xuan Emperor frowns.
"…This isn't his real body?"
As far as the Tai Xuan Emperor is able to tell, this should be Long Hua's true body. But then—
"The appearance of his current body, there's a Leng Bing Realm native—who looks the same, that can't be a coincidence, then…?"
Evidently confused by this, the Tai Xuan Emperor's frown deepens.
"In terms of physique and talent, his current body is on the same level as the one he had in his previous life. A weapon spirit has no physical body to take over, this is a bit…?"
Unsure what to make of this situation, the Tai Xuan Emperor is forced to rethink her approach against Long Hua.
"…I'll observe him for a while longer. Ideally, I'd want someone else to jump into the waters ahead of me."
...…
Towards Wu Xiao's remark, Long Hua replies—
"Long Hua is indeed not my true name. As for your second question, I don't think, we're close enough for me to talk to you about my body."
"…"
Observing the gleam in Long Hua's eyes, Wu Xiao laughs through her nose, and replies—
"Speaking of bodies, any plans for the bed tonight?"
"I'm leaving."
Saying this, Long Hua gets up from his seat, and Tian Cheng follows.
"…"
Watching Long Hua leave, Wu Xiao downs one more cup of wine.
...…
"Good night, Long-laoban."
"Take care, Long-laoban."
Being bid farewell by the workers using this address on the way out, Long Hua can't help but heave a heavy sigh the moment he exits the restaurant, and mutters—
"…This is definitely the oddest situation I've ever experienced. I doubt, I've ever experienced anything on this level even in my previous life."
"Isn't it fine, master? It's nothing negative."
"Whatever. Let's just grab the bike and leave."
Turning left, Long Hua and Tian Cheng head for the parking lot area, and rather quickly, they find what they are looking for.
Sticking out like a sore thumb—in the middle of the open area, is a three-door garage; on one of its doors, there is a piece of parchment labeled "your bike" pasted onto it.
Taking out three items with two of them being key fobs, Long Hua presses the button on one of the fobs, and immediately, the garage doors lift upwards.
Inside of the garage is none other than his bike, along with Wu Xiao's metallic red sports car.
Other than these two vehicles, there is a white sports car. The body of this car is much smoother in design compared to the metallic red one.
"…"
Looking at the second fob, Long Hua presses the unlock button on it.
In response to this, the C-shaped headlights of the sports car flash before its dihedral doors lift themselves—revealing an interior wrapped in red leather with white accents. In total, there are five seats inside of the vehicle with plenty of leg room.
Lowering his arm, Long Hua remarks—
"Why do I feel like I really am just a gold digger…?"
(You can't consider this her fawning over you. This is simply a power move… Also, *-laoban, what did she mean when she said that your current body isn't your real body?)
Towards the Tai Xuan Emperor's question, Long Hua replies—
"Is our relationship close enough to talk about our bodies?"
(…)
"…"
As silence looms between them, Long Hua eventually raises a sigh, and says—
"Honestly, I'm not too sure of what to make of it."
Observing Long Hua's expression, which seems to be one of confusion and contemplation, the Tai Xuan Emperor decides to do a tactical retreat, and remarks—
(Hmm, how interesting. Do you think that… Umm, "great one" might know? Why don't you-)
Narrowing his eyes coldly, Long Hua cuts the Tai Xuan Emperor off, and says—
"Even if that unpleasant bastard did know, do you seriously believe he'd tell me? What he wants is entertainment, telling me anything goes against this agenda."
Clearing her throat, the Tai Xuan Emperor replies—
(Seems like I've misspoken.)
...…
As Long Hua replies to her with a cold snort, the Tai Xuan Emperor within the dreamscape does the same.
Momentarily, she mutters—
"Probing him was a complete failure. Judging by his expression… Hmm, he doesn't seem to be lying. Whatever, the moment he dies, I'll have my answer. But if that answer turns out to be something that I don't like… Tch."
Shaking her head with irritation, the Tai Xuan Emperor dismisses the matter for the time being.
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