147: Chapter 147 Seeing Miao Qianqian Again

[Silence is Cambridge tonight.]

[In the end, the old man whose many confidants had died could no longer bear it. He pointed at the man in black before him and scolded angrily:]

["Young Master Miao, this is the real Lin Bufan."]

[Hearing this, the folding-fan-wielding man paused his fan-shaking motion slightly. He turned his head and looked toward the red-haired woman by his side.]

[The woman's expression was calm, seemingly long used to this. She raised her hand, pointed at Lin Bufan not far away, and spoke in a tone so indifferent it lacked a single ripple:]

["That's right, it's him."]

["Then who is this?"]

[The folding-fan man looked in the direction of her fingertip, then shifted his gaze and landed on the direction where you were standing, a hint of inquiry emerging in his eyes:]

["I don't know."]

["Oh..."]

[He was instantly deeply disappointed, then quickly resumed his indifferent demeanor. When his gaze fell back onto Lin Bufan, his look was already like that of looking at an ant, filled with undisguised arrogance and disdain.]

["Kid, you are Lin Bufan? Doesn't look like much, does it?"]

["What the f*ck... Senior Sister, don't hold me back, today either he or I must die!"]

[Veins throbbed on Lin Bufan's temples as he stared fixedly at the young man waving the folding fan.]

[It was one thing for this person to ignore him just now, but turning around to treat him with utmost contempt made it obvious he was looking at people through colored glasses. Truly outrageous!]

["Junior Brother, haven't you figured it out yet?"]

[This person is simply face-blind!]

[You leaned close to Lin Bufan's ear and comforted him in a soft whisper:]

["Even if this person isn't an idiot, he probably isn't much smarter, and... their surname is Miao."]

[Catching the familiar faint fragrance drifting from the tip of his nose, Lin Bufan twitched his nose, and the anger in his heart dissipated quite a bit.]

[Ahem~ Senior Sister's analysis is well-grounded, although I didn't quite understand it... But I'll let them off for now.]

[After stabilizing Lin Bufan, you then turned your head to look at this group of uninvited guests.]

["Are you several people from the Miao family?"]

["Indeed, may I ask the Young Miss's honorable name?"]

[The folding-fan man instantly put away the haughty look on his face and smiled gently like a refined Young Master.]

[Lin Bufan: ! ! !]

[Seeing that her Junior Brother was about to fly into a rage again, too lazy to speak any more useless nonsense, you raised your hand and took out a golden token.]

["That's good, do you recognize this item?"]

["That is... the Mother Butterfly Golden Token!"]

["How could they have this kind of thing, could it be the Young Miss..."]

["Shut your mouth, is the Young Miss someone we can discuss?"]

[Looking at the few people who suddenly became emotionally agitated, your heart became even more certain of your guess; that token was far more than just a token of trust.]

[When you read novels in your past life, you found it very incomprehensible. Clearly possessing tokens of trust and status, the protagonists would insist on fighting to the death with others and suffering mutual destruction when encountering crises, only then remembering to pull out similar trump cards.]

[Isn't this purely asking for suffering...]

[The expression of the leading man changed several times, and finally, he bowed from afar toward you:]

["Greetings, Golden Token Envoy."]

[Following his action, those young men and women who previously had arrogant expressions no longer dared to show the slightest negligence, hurriedly following along to bow and salute.]

["Miao Qi, how dare you move against Brother Bufan..."]

[Just as the atmosphere at the scene was rather harmonious, a cyan figure flew over rapidly from afar, yet when seeing the scene before her, all the prepared rhetoric got stuck in her throat.]

["Little Sister Qianqian."]

[Lin Bufan's expression turned joyful, and he was just about to step forward a few paces.]

["Brother Bufan, I..."]

[Water welled up in Miao Qianqian's eyes, and she was about to step forward for a long-awaited embrace, but the next moment her smile suddenly froze on her face.]

[Only to see that his Brother Bufan had already turned back to embrace a pale, crumbling woman, without glancing over this side at all.]

["Qingyu, Qingyu, are you alright?"]

[Miao Qianqian: Brother Bufan, look at me, I am the one who's not alright!]

[...]

[Three months later.]

[You were leisurely lying in the spacious and luxurious bedroom.]

[Surrounded by glowing golden decorations and carved beams and painted pillars, the air was permeated with a faint calming incense. You stretched your body, enjoying this rare cozy time.]

[For the past three months, Lin Bufan had been leaving early and returning late, constantly running around for the matter of the Gu worms.]

[As for whether he and that little childhood sweetheart would develop any romantic feelings while spending time together, to be honest, you didn't take it to heart at all.]

[Furthermore, judging by that eager enthusiasm every time he came back, you estimated that he had no extra energy to think about anything else.]

["Creak~"]

[The bedroom door was slowly pushed open, and a girl in cyan walked in with a cold face.]

[ Yo~ A rare guest!]

[For a full three months, you really thought this little girl could hold this breath in forever.]

[Looking at her current cute appearance with willow-leaf eyebrows raised and looking ready to settle accounts, not only were you not afraid, but you secretly sized up the other party.]

[Her figure was petite and exquisite, her face refined and ethereal. Clearly looking extremely angry, the gentle and natural charm flowing between her brows could simply not be concealed.]

[The other party truly stepped precisely on your aesthetic points; she was simply your ideal type~]

[Sigh~ What a pity...]

[Seeing your sighing expression, Miao Qianqian's anger abruptly stalled, and she couldn't help asking:]

["What's wrong with you?"]

[You looked at her with a listless expression and slowly shook your head:]

["You wouldn't understand."]

["I wouldn't understand?"]

[Miao Qianqian was enraged!]

[During these three months, no matter how she tested Lin Bufan overtly and covertly, the other party remained like a piece of wood, not responding to her by even a fraction.]

[Who could understand this kind of pain?!]

[Thinking of this, she took three steps in two, quickly arriving in front of the bed, and stared fixedly at you from above.]

[Today she wanted to take a good look at where exactly she had lost!]

[Only to see the woman in front of her: skin like ice and bones like jade, eyebrows like a painting, refined and extraordinary, eyes bright and full of life...]

[Miao Qianqian felt that all the beautiful vocabulary she could think of seemed applicable to the other party.]

[With just a glance, she knew she had lost, but she still wanted to fight for it!]

[Thus, the young girl looked down at you condescendingly, her gaze deliberately carrying a trace of disdain:]

["I have a top-tier background and can aid Brother Bufan's Cultivation path..."]

["Young Miss Miao, please don't chase me away, even if..."]

[Before she finished speaking, her slender waist was tightly embraced by you in a fierce hug. You smoothly buried your face into the other's embrace, squeezed out two tears, and cried and accused with sobs:]

["Even if... even if it's just staying by Junior Brother's side to pour tea and water as a maidservant, this concubine is also willing, sob sob sob..."]

[Miao Qianqian's movements suddenly stiffened, and the rest of her words could not be spoken no matter what.]

[Before coming, she had thoroughly investigated your background. The Genius Personal Disciple of the Tianxuan Sword Sect, and the matter of spiritedly and instantaneously killing several Cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage in the dense forest that day.]

[Yet at this moment, the person who should have been as sharp as a keen sword was throwing herself into her arms, crying tearfully and uncontrollably.]

[The huge contrast left Miao Qianqian completely bewildered.]

[She hesitated for a moment, and ultimately slowly raised her hand, awkwardly and gently patting your back.]

[Feeling the trembling shoulders of the person in her arms, her thoughts grew increasingly chaotic:]

[Could it be... that so-called love really makes people become so humble and cowardly?]