Murong Qingxue held Murong Qiuyue with a smile and said, "You sneaked away because you were afraid of me. Let me keep an eye on you."
"He's truly my good father!" Murong Qiuyue said, feeling quite annoyed.
"Isn't this because I hope you become even more outstanding?" Murong Qingxue smiled as she looked at Yang Feilong. "Is this Feilong? He truly is a handsome and talented young man!"
"Senior, hello," Yang Feilong said, carefully choosing his words.
He felt a bit strange because Murong Qingxue's appearance made her look like a younger sister. Of course, Murong Qingxue was not unattractive; in terms of beauty, she was no less than Murong Qiuyue. If you added the advantage of her mature figure, Murong Qingxue...
At this moment, Yang Feilong finally understood what Murong Qiuyue meant earlier. She might have been worried that he would fall for her aunt.
She didn't know that Yang Feilong had too many women, and his emotions were not steadfast, but he wasn't someone who fell in love with everyone he saw. He often passively accepted things.
"Why call me senior? Am I that old? Call me sister!" Murong Qiuyue raised an eyebrow and said.
With her baby face, this action lacked any authority and instead looked amusing, like a child trying to act like an adult.
Yang Feilong almost burst out laughing. Although he held back, his expression was somewhat odd. Before he could speak, Murong Qiuyue impatiently interjected, "No way! Feilong is younger than me. He should call me sister, not you!"
"We'll each have our own relationships, it doesn't matter!" Murong Qingxue said with a giggle. "I certainly don't want to be called old."
Murong Qiuyue: "..."
Yang Feilong: "..."
Yang Feilong had come to understand Murong Qiuyue's personality; she was a woman with a very distinct character.
"Ahem, you two, aunt and niece, you chat. I'll head back now!" Yang Feilong said, not wanting to get involved.
"Wait a moment!" the two women said in unison.
The next moment, they exchanged glances.
Yang Feilong, on the other hand, inexplicably touched his nose, looking at these two women who were both slender and stunningly beautiful, appearing like sisters but actually aunt and niece.
"Is there anything else?" Yang Feilong asked.
"I came over just to see what the man my niece found looked like. What do you mean by leaving now?" Murong Qingxue frowned her fair and lovely nose.
"You're leaving tomorrow morning, won't you stay with me a little longer?" Murong Qiuyue bit her lip, looking at Yang Feilong with a dejected expression, like a wretched wife abandoned by her husband!
Yang Feilong could not stand such a mournful tone. He sighed and said, "Isn't there plenty of time in the future?"
"Who knows if you'll come back after you leave!" Murong Qiuyue looked at Yang Feilong, her face flushing.
"You aren't planning to abandon your niece, are you?" Murong Qingxue's beautiful face was filled with displeasure as she stared at Yang Feilong.
Yang Feilong was at a loss for words.
Murong Qingxue seemed to have thought of something, her eyes widened as she looked at the two of them and asked, "You two weren't acting before, were you? Oh my!"
Murong Qingxue had seen through the truth.
Well, it wasn't hard to see. The two of them didn't seem intimate at all.
Before, she thought it was because she had arrived, but lovers in the throes of passion shouldn't behave like this. Now, she suddenly realized, had they been acting? Why would they act? Murong Qingxue could guess the reason. First, her niece might have taken a liking to Yang Feilong, but Yang Feilong might not have been interested in her niece. Second, her niece might have wanted to get rid of her suitors. Third, it was to give her family an explanation? To prevent her family from arranging a marriage for her in the future?
After all, she had almost been forced into an arranged marriage herself. It was only when her family had the thought of an arranged marriage that she went out to gain experience. She had been away for many years, rarely returning, and even when she did, she left quickly. It wasn't until her cultivation reached the peak of the tenth level of the Foundation Establishment realm that her family gave up that idea. Reaching the Foundation Establishment realm's tenth level meant the next step was the Golden Core realm. To reach the Golden Core realm before the age of fifty, and with a high possibility of reaching the Nascent Soul realm, such a person, even if married, would be a son-in-law, not easily used for an arranged marriage.
As for taking a son-in-law, that would naturally require Murong Qingxue's satisfaction. And Murong Qingxue's standards were not low. After all, before she turned forty, she had been among the top hundred geniuses on the Dragon and Phoenix Rankings. There weren't many who could satisfy her.
Murong Qingxue's suitors back then were no fewer than Murong Qiuyue's, especially since such a baby-faced peerless beauty was rare and even more attractive.
Hearing Murong Qingxue's words, Murong Qiuyue did not reply. Instead, she turned and hurried towards the house. The moment she turned, it was clear that tears seemed to glisten in her eyes.
"You silly boy, go after her!" Murong Qingxue said angrily, seeing Yang Feilong standing still.
"I, I..." Yang Feilong pursed his lips, unsure how to respond.
"What do you mean 'I'? Isn't Qiuyue beautiful? Isn't she gentle? Anyone with eyes can see that she's fallen for you. What more do you want from her?" Murong Qingxue looked at Yang Feilong with a displeased expression.
As the saying goes, it's always hard to repay a beauty's kindness!
Yang Feilong sighed inwardly, then walked towards the house. Speaking of which, he also had a very deep good impression of Murong Qiuyue. When he entered the spiritual realm, he had almost died, and it was Murong Qiuyue who saved his life. Later, despite the gossip, she brought him to the Murong family, treated him to good food and drinks every day, and had a woman ask him to pretend to be a couple. Wasn't that a veiled confession?
And at that time...
He remembered that day by the swing. Her hesitation at the end was merely due to a woman's modesty.
Seeing Yang Feilong enter the house, Murong Qingxue couldn't help but smile, "This kid finally has some sense!"
"Qiuyue, your aunt can only help you this much! I hope you get what you wish for!"
Yang Feilong entered the house and saw Murong Qiuyue lying on the bed, her head covered with the quilt.
"Qiuyue."
No response.
"Sister Qiuyue."
Still no sound.
Normally, if Yang Feilong called her like this, she would definitely retort, but now, she remained motionless, seemingly heartbroken.
"Good sister!" Yang Feilong took Murong Qiuyue's small hand. He could feel her body tremble, and she tried to pull away. After a slight struggle, she couldn't break free, so she let Yang Feilong hold her hand.
"Why are you holding my hand?" Murong Qiuyue's aggrieved voice came from under the quilt.
Yang Feilong pulled the quilt away and saw Murong Qiuyue, her face streaked with tears. At this moment, she looked pitiable and delicate.