SL—Chapter 148: Sorry, high cultivation means you can do whatever you want
Compared with Hu Liena's white headband, except for the color, the style and texture are the same.
At the end of the headband, there is also a tiny gem with a faint blue glow.
Qian Renxue replaced her imitation headband immediately and put on this one.
"Thank you for your gift." Qian Renxue pursed her lips, suppressed her heartbeat, and hugged Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong was stunned for a moment, then put her hands on Qian Renxue's back. She didn't know how to respond at first, so she just hugged her.
Qian Renxue could feel Bibi Dong's body stiffen slightly, but she didn't let go—instead, she hugged her tighter. In this hug, she tried to draw a trace of motherly warmth from Bibi Dong, even if it was just a fleeting illusion.
A trace of guilt flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes, which she quickly concealed.
'Sorry, Xiaoxue, I have already drunk the first soup, and it was very delicious. Qianyao and I have become each other's shape.'
'What a pity— it was you who came first, but now, my good sister, you are late~'
'Qianyao's Taiyin star power cleanses the soul. If not, I don't want to share it. I will make up for the previous debt later. At most, I will devote more energy to you.'
'Now, there is such a wonderful connection between me and Qianyao, which is hard to let go.'
She patted Qian Renxue's shoulder, her voice stiff and choked with surprise: "As long as you like it."
"Why did I feel dazed and melancholy for a moment? Do I still have that kind of feeling for Qian Renxue?"
Maybe Qianyao is right. The secret struggle between us over the years has already engraved each other's positions as mother and daughter. It will not be changed overnight.
But— isn't this better?
'Qianyao has gained another identity, my daughter.
When I cheat, I will be more excited. I must be crazy. The side effects of Rakshasa's evil thoughts must not have dissipated yet.'
Bibi Dong's heart was in turmoil. She frantically blamed Rakshasa God for the birth of her morbid thoughts, but a morbid blush rose on her cheeks.
Qian Renxue indulged in Bibi Dong's arms for a moment, quietly breathing the familiar yet strange breath. 'Forget it, this is enough, isn't it? At least she should not know yet?'
Wait...
Qian Renxue came back to her senses. 'Qianyao learned about this from her, so after solving Rakshasa's evil thoughts, she knew everything?'
She pursed her lips, clenched her hands, then released them. She slowly stood up, looked into Bibi Dong's eyes, with a trace of tears in the corners, and said, "So, you have recovered, right?"
"I have asked my grandfather about what happened back then. I hope you tell me. Now, what do you want me to call you?"
Bibi Dong subconsciously glanced at Ling Qianyao, then hesitated and was silent for a long time.
"If you want, it's all right."
"Sure enough." Qian Renxue closed her eyes, and a tear slid down her cheek. She took a deep breath, and when she opened her eyes again, her gaze was more determined.
"Okay, since you said so, from now on, I will no longer bind you with the mother-daughter relationship, nor will I cling to the pain of the past."
She took Bibi Dong's hand and walked into the house. "However, we are still a family. I can call you whatever I like. You owe me too much— you have to make it up one by one."
Bibi Dong smiled and let Qian Renxue pull her. They headed to the dining table in the house where the feast had been set.
Qian Renxue pushed her to the seat forcefully, turned around, and brewed a pot of hot tea. She gently placed the teacup in front of Bibi Dong, with a hint of expectation in her eyes: "Drink some tea first, warm up your body, and we will talk slowly."
Bibi Dong picked up the teacup and took a sip. The fragrance of the tea spread in her mouth, relaxing her originally tense nerves a little.
She looked at Qian Renxue, her eyes full of complexities: "Xiaoxue, I'm sorry." She said this sincerely, not only because of the past debt but also because she still felt a little guilty for eating Ling Qianyao not long ago.
Qian Renxue shook her head. "It's not your fault. If I had known earlier," her eyes flashed with a cold light, "Qianxunji would have been annihilated in my hands. No—he would die in torture."
Ling Qianyao, who was standing with Zhu Zhuqing, who had a hint of an aunt's smile on her face in the distance, shivered for no reason.
Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong's conversation continued.
"Mom." Qian Renxue laughed. "It feels so weird. I used to be so eager to call you that, but now I feel strange calling you that. Still, I am happy."
"I'll call you sister from now on."
"Oh, yes," Qian Renxue brought the omelette rice she had just made to Bibi Dong. "Want to try it?"
Bibi Dong picked up the spoon, gently scooped a spoonful of omelette rice, and put it into her mouth. The delicate egg wrap held fragrant, soft rice, with a touch of sauce, spreading a wonderful taste on her tongue~
It's fake. Just like the last fried egg, Qian Renxue put too much salt.
Bibi Dong blinked, maintaining a faint smile: "It's delicious."
"Delicious? Then it's all yours." Qian Renxue smiled lightly, very happy that she succeeded in her two attempts at omelette rice. Qianyao ate the omelette rice at noon, and this one, made with the same method, must be delicious.
Bibi Dong raised her eyebrows, her eyes flickering, and waved at Ling Qianyao: "Qianyao."
Ling Qianyao's expression shifted. With Bibi Dong squinting, he sat on the other side of Qian Renxue.
This guy, hiding from me? Ha.
Bibi Dong ate a bite herself first, then pushed the omelette rice in front of him. "Qianyao, Xiaoxue's cooking skills—you have to try it carefully. I just tasted it and felt that the flavor stayed in my mouth for a long time. I tasted it too carefully and felt a little full. You should eat more."
Ling Qianyao's heart twitched, and he silently picked up the spoon to feed himself.
"Huh?!" Qian Renxue was anxious, staring at the spoon in a daze.
"What's wrong?" Bibi Dong noticed Qian Renxue's strangeness and asked in confusion.
"No, it's okay." Qian Renxue shook her head, secretly annoyed. 'Forget it—it's just a spoon. What can it count for? Indirect kissing is just a child's joke, yeah.'
Ling Qianyao finished eating all the "delicious" omelette rice and looked at the sky. "Let's eat. The food will get cold soon."
He changed his seat and sat down in the main seat facing south.
Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong sat on the right—Bibi Dong closer—and Zhu Zhuqing sat on the left. From the beginning, her eyes never left Bibi Dong. Until now, she sat down to eat, and she restrained her observation a little.
Zhu Zhuqing glanced at Ling Qianyao, her eyes flickering slightly.
Ling Qianyao just raised his chopsticks, but his body froze for a moment. He calmly picked up a dish, put it into his mouth, and looked down.
Whose black silk jade feet quietly placed on his abdomen, and the crystal toes gently rubbed it. The teasing felt like an electric current that instantly spread throughout his body.
He raised his head and saw the teasing look in Bibi Dong's eyes.
A voice transmission came.
'Sorry, high cultivation means I can do whatever I want. They can't notice it. Hush, don't make a sound. You don't want them to notice it, right?'
(End of this chapter)