Chapter 448 - 0276 Girl Who Loves Studying (Two in One)_2

"This bell..."

"Ms. Yun is someone who likes peace and quiet," Liu Qingluo reminded her.

"Oh." Gu Qiancheng immediately wilted.

If it were about not liking the appearance or worrying it’s too precious, she might have fought for it, but Liu Qingluo’s one definitive comment left her no room to argue.

"It’s getting late; we should head back." Liu Qingluo bent down, picked up Gu Qiancheng’s Storage Ring, placed it in her palm, and said, "Didn’t you say that Uncle is hosting a banquet at noon, and we have to attend? Better start preparing and keep this away."

"Okay, I know." Gu Qiancheng nodded, and with a flash of silver in her hand, those treasures were returned one by one to the ring.

Xu Chang’an watched from the side with curiosity.

The scene reminded him slightly of a mother with her daughter.

How did Gu Qiancheng become so obedient to Liu Qingluo?

They haven’t known each other for long, right?

Once Gu Qiancheng finished packing up the treasures, Liu Qingluo finally bent down and gave a salute, "I apologize for causing trouble to the young master and sister."

"Nothing at all."

Xu Chang’an should thank Liu Qingluo indeed; if not for her... Xu Chang’an instinctively felt he would have to continue entangling with Gu Qiancheng here.

"Ms. Yun, see you!" Gu Qiancheng said reluctantly, holding Liu Qingluo’s hand and glancing wistfully at Yun Qian, then added, "I’ll... I’ll spare some time to visit you at Celestial Bright Peak."

Xu Chang’an nodded to indicate he understood.

Taking care of kids, that’s his job, and he’d earn Spirit Stones for it, no matter how troublesome it was.

As Liu Qingluo and Gu Qiancheng left, Xu Chang’an finally breathed a sigh of relief. He gently took off Yun Qian’s veil, dampened by her breath, and asked, looking at her moist red lips, "Miss, do you find the girl clingy?"

Yun Qian shook her head; she hadn’t spoken a word just now.

If taking care of children were this easy, mothers around the world wouldn’t be exhausted.

"True, it’s always her talking." Xu Chang’an replaced Yun Qian’s veil with a new one before saying, "That girl really likes you. If it were anyone else, they probably wouldn’t be able to tolerate your temperament."

"My temperament?" Yun Qian tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and yawned once Xu Chang’an finished retying her veil, "I haven’t lost my temper."

To this "daughter candidate," she truly exerted great patience.

"By the way, Miss, do you think the Celestial Robe she took out earlier looked nice?" Xu Chang’an earnestly asked, "If you think it’s nice... I’ll put some effort to get you one too in the future."

"Didn’t pay attention."

"..."

Hmm.

Xu Chang’an chuckled lightly.

It’s exactly like his Ms. Yun.

She won’t let him throw away an old floral jacket at home, but won’t even glance at the precious Immortal Robe, which can’t be merely called silly or eyes-on-top anymore.

Xu Chang’an recalled the old monk he saw while climbing the mountain and naturally thought of the temple.

"As the saying goes, people rely on clothes, and Buddha relies on gold; wearing nice clothes is never wrong," Xu Chang’an squinted, "Sometimes I wonder, Miss, are you perhaps some deity from heaven, descending to tease me here."

If that were true, then the girl’s tendency to "look down" on everything would be entirely understandable.

"I’m not some deity," Yun Qianyi said on his shoulder, "You are."

"What kind of deity am I? Is there any deity this impoverished?" Xu Chang’an shook his head at Ms. Yun’s dismissive answer, turned around, and saw her yawning again.

"My dear Miss, didn’t you just sleep earlier? It’s only been a while, and you’re sleepy again."

"I didn’t sleep soundly earlier, and... what she was talking about made me feel bored." Yun Qian wiped the moisture from her eyes.

For Yun姑娘 to stay attentive until Gu Qiancheng finished talking before showing signs of sleepiness was already giving her ample face.

Xu Chang’an shook his head, "The things Gu’Er took out, each one of them is a treasure. For anyone else, they’d be carefully staring at them, but you hear it like it’s a lullaby."

"Treasures? Those aren’t treasures."

In Yun Qian’s eyes, things untouched by Xu Chang’an’s breath might as well not exist; they are meant to turn into dust and return to the cosmic cycle once again. How could they be called treasures?

Real treasures... like the bluestone underfoot.

These are true treasures.

Seeing Yun Qian looking at the empty space before her, Xu Chang’an paused for a moment and laughed, "What are you staring at on the empty ground?"

"Looking at treasures."

"?"

Xu Chang’an clicked his tongue, "When Gu’Er piled the treasures here, you didn’t look. Now, when you want to look, she’s already taken them back."

Yun Qian lifted her head and chose not to respond.

"Miss," Xu Chang’an suddenly grew serious, serious enough for Yun Qian to turn her head in curiosity.

"What’s wrong?"

"Did you see those map fragments that Gu’Er took out earlier? What was drawn on them?" he asked.

As expected, curiosity took over.

"Map fragments? What’s that?" Yun Qian blinked her lovely eyes.

"Never mind. Expecting anything from Miss, I’m the dumbest person in the world," Xu Chang’an sighed.

"..." Yun Qian lowered her eyelids.

She didn’t mind, but her husband did, so she cared as well.

Ms. Yun doesn’t know everything; she only knows the things he wants to know... and so with just a thought, Yun Qian understood what he meant by map fragments.

She even knew the location and abilities hidden behind them, clear as day.

But, ultimately just worthless dust, not worth collecting compared to the clothes in their home.

Hence, she said, "The map you’re talking about? It’s useless."

"I’m just chatting idly; it’s only a joke," Xu Chang’an curled the corners of his mouth.

Though curious, he really hadn’t considered anything else.

As for his aim... that was to spark conversation and wake Ms. Yun from her sleepiness.

No idea if she noticed his subtle intentions, but clearly, the effect was good—Yun Qian wasn’t yawning anymore. Evidently, she wasn’t tired, but Gu Qiancheng’s chatter was so dull that it made her sleepy.

Feeling Xu Chang’an’s good spirits, Yun Qian pondered and then said, "So now you call her... girl? Weren’t you calling her Qiancheng just earlier?"

"Miss, you’re doing this on purpose," Xu Chang’an’s eyes twitched, "I didn’t have a choice then."

"Hmm." Yun Qian nodded, pondering over something privately, and stopped talking.

Xu Chang’an held Yun Qian’s hand as he walked toward the cliffside structure used for descending the mountain, only for Yun Qian to suddenly stop.

Xu Chang’an naturally said, "Tired? Fair enough, now there aren’t many people around, I can carry you across."

"Alright." Yun Qian didn’t expect an unexpected gain, she hugged Xu Chang’an’s neck, feeling her body gradually lifted, and her mood grew increasingly bright.

Gu Qiancheng, not bad at all.

Actually, she listened to Gu Qiancheng’s talk all that time not without gains; for instance... Yun Qian discovered it was quite simple to get him to change his form of address.

Look at Gu Qiancheng, easily making Xu Chang’an switch from "Miss Gu" to "Qiancheng."

If she can do it, naturally, so can I.

Yun Qian thought, luckily she didn’t fall asleep just now; otherwise, she would have missed such vital information.

...

As usual, Xu Chang’an lifted the soft Miss Yun easily, quelled his fleeting romantic thoughts, and was about to walk forward when a sudden cold touch on his ear made him perk up.

Miss Yun had grasped his ear, pinning her nails against the outer rim.

"Miss, is there something on my ear?" Xu Chang’an didn’t think much.

"Call me wifey," Yun Qian said.

"..."

Xu Chang’an’s lifted foot hung there in space as if forgetting to step down, and after a long time, he widened his eyes, "Miss... did you speak just now?"

"Yes."

Yun Qian, hugging him tightly, softly tugged his ear and calmly said, "I thought if I spoke directly into your ear, you wouldn’t ask me this question again."

Some words, he obviously heard, yet insists on asking her again, she couldn’t fathom why.

Miss Yun speaking doesn’t require courage; it calls for something even rarer.

"..."

Doesn’t the husband realize that speaking also drains energy?

Surely, he’s just teasing.

"I mean..." Yun Qian carefully scratched Xu Chang’an’s ear rim and earnestly said, "Call me wifey."

This was what she learned from Gu Qiancheng.