18: Murong Fu: Baby, I am Duan Zhengchun! (Please collect

Chapter 18: Murong Fu: Baobao, I am Duan Zhengchun! (Please collect)

"Hahaha! Good, good, good, for Southern Murong to stay in our valley, our Wanchou Valley is truly honored."

Zhong Wanchou stroked his beard and laughed, then his expression turned serious, "However, Young Master Murong, you must not leave the room area I have designated for you."

"Hmm?"

Ning Yuan raised an eyebrow. At this moment, Gan Baobao, who was nearby, couldn't bear it any longer, "Zhong Wanchou, what nonsense are you spouting again?"

"Young Master Murong is a guest, how can you say such things?"

Gan Baobao said angrily.

"Baobao, I'm doing this for your own good. What if you..."

Zhong Wanchou immediately said anxiously.

But upon hearing this, Gan Baobao's face turned ashen, "Good, I knew you were suspecting me again. This clearly shows you don't trust me. If you're so afraid of being cuckolded, you might as well divorce me directly."

"Baobao, listen to me, I didn't mean that."

Zhong Wanchou hastily explained.

But Gan Baobao ignored him, instead turning to Ning Yuan with an apologetic smile, "Please forgive my husband, Young Master Murong. He didn't mean to target you."

Ning Yuan smiled and nodded, "I understand Valley Master Zhong. After all, with such a beautiful wife, he naturally fears she might be snatched away."

"Young Master Murong is right."

Zhong Wanchou immediately praised, and his gaze towards Murong Fu held a few more hints of goodwill. Then, he said to Gan Baobao with a fawning expression, "Baobao, you see Young Master Murong has already understood, so please don't be angry anymore."

"Hmph!"

Gan Baobao snorted, "I'm tired, I'm going to rest. Also, you are not allowed to step into my room tonight."

"Baobao, Baobao!"

Zhong Wanchou shouted from behind, but Gan Baobao had already left. Zhong Wanchou couldn't chase after her, so he could only show an awkward expression, "Please forgive my rudeness, Young Master Murong. Ling'er, please take Young Master Murong to the guest room to rest."

Zhong Wanchou said, turning to Zhong Ling.

"Don't worry."

Zhong Ling bounced out, grinning, "Brother Murong, let's go!"

...Meanwhile, Zhong Wanchou also quickly went to Gan Baobao's room.

However, he was refused entry by Gan Baobao.

Zhong Wanchou could only stand at the door and apologize, "Baobao, you know I didn't mean to say that, I was just worried about you!"

"Worried about me? What is there for you to worry about me in this valley?"

Gan Baobao snorted coldly, speaking with displeasure.

"There are outsiders here, aren't there!"

Zhong Wanchou said casually.

Hearing this, Gan Baobao in the room immediately bristled with anger, pointing at the door and cursing loudly, "Good, Zhong Wanchou, you really still don't believe me."

"That Young Master Murong was kept in the valley by you, not by me. If you're unhappy, just kick him out. If it spreads, you'll be the one losing face in the Jianghu, not me!"

"Zhong Wanchou, what kind of person do you take me, Gan Baobao, for? Do you suspect I'm interested in every man? If you don't want to live with me anymore, then just divorce me!"

"Baobao, Baobao, I was wrong, I was wrong. I was just talking nonsense, spouting rubbish."

Zhong Wanchou outside the door immediately called out with a bitter smile, "Baobao, I didn't suspect you, how could I suspect you? If I suspected you, how could I have kept that pretty boy Murong Fu in the valley?"

"Baobao, please forgive me!"

Zhong Wanchou pleaded bitterly outside.

Gan Baobao sat on the bed, fuming, "I don't want to listen, and I don't want to see you today, nor hear your voice. Don't disturb my rest."

"Understood, understood. I still need to go see the Four Evils. I'll come back and apologize to you when I return."

Zhong Wanchou nodded repeatedly from outside.

"You're leaving the valley?"

Gan Baobao in the room raised an eyebrow, showing surprise, then sneered, "What, now you're not afraid of me seducing a pretty boy?"

"That's right!"

Zhong Wanchou clapped his hands, realizing, and covered his forehead, saying, "No, I'll go and kick that pretty boy Murong Fu out of the valley first."

"You still don't believe me after all!"

Gan Baobao immediately snorted angrily, her tone unfriendly.

Zhong Wanchou outside the house showed an awkward expression, "Baobao, you know I didn't mean that. How could I not believe you? I was just saying it casually."

"Although that Murong Fu is a pretty boy, he's still young, not much older than our Ling'er. How could you possibly fancy him, unless that fellow named Duan was here."

"Zhong Wanchou!"

Gan Baobao gritted her teeth and spat out three words.

Zhong Wanchou immediately recoiled, "I won't say any more, I won't say any more, I'm leaving now."

Zhong Wanchou gave an awkward smile.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Duan Yu, who had left, didn't want to return to Dali just yet and encountered Yue Lao San halfway.

"Kid, I see your head shape is exactly like mine. Now kneel down and kowtow to me three times, and I will accept you as my disciple. Hurry, kowtow, kowtow!"

Yue Lao San circled Duan Yu several times.

Duan Yu was entangled by Yue Lao San, while in Wanjie Valley.

Zhong Ling also led Ning Yuan to the guest room.

She said apologetically, "Brother Murong, please don't be angry. My father is just like that, please don't take him seriously."

"Don't worry, Valley Master Zhong's deep love for his wife is a good thing; it shows the affection between your parents."

"You've walked so much today, you should also go back and rest early."

Ning Yuan had a kind expression.

Zhong Ling immediately nodded.

As night deepened, Ning Yuan fiddled with a makeup mirror for a while, changed into new clothes, and when he turned around, he had already transformed into a different face.

If Duan Yu were present, he would surely recognize this face as his father — Duan Zhengchun!

Soon after, the disguised Duan Zhengchun appeared outside Gan Baobao's room.

With his movement technique, naturally no one could discover him... Inside the room.

Gan Baobao, wearing a thin undershirt, sat in front of her dressing table, looking at her reflection in the bronze mirror. She couldn't help but touch her cheek, feeling a sudden pang of sadness.

"Brother Chun, you heartless man!"

"You abandoned me alone for over a decade. Don't let me ever meet you again, or else I..."

Gan Baobao said fiercely.

She held hatred and resentment for Duan Zhengchun, but even stronger was her love.

"Or else what?"

At this moment, a curious voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Why haven't you left yet? I already said I don't want to see you today."

Gan Baobao turned her head, speaking with annoyance.

Creak!

At this moment, the door suddenly opened.

Gan Baobao, who had turned her head, saw the person's face and immediately widened her eyes.

First, she was astonished, then joy appeared in her eyes, but the next moment it turned into anger, "It's you? You still dare to appear before me!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

Gan Baobao snorted coldly, suddenly drawing a long sword from beside her and lunging forward with a stab towards Ning Yuan.

Or rather, Duan Zhengchun.

Facing the sudden sword strike, Ning Yuan did not dodge, but instead puffed out his chest, allowing the cold sword to come at him.

Just as the sword tip reached Ning Yuan's chest, the long sword suddenly stopped.

"I, I still can't bring myself to do it!"

Gan Baobao took a step back, muttering to herself.

Then she suddenly looked up again.

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