Transmigration with QQ Farm

ch 438 - Power Of Tears; He Felt Bad (3)

Tian Jiang cupped his hands immediate and fawned over him, “Master, we have been to Sacred Land Zhongyuan before, as we are relatives to the Cheng’s. Just a few months ago...”

He told him everything that had happened at the Cheng’s, including their despicable ideas and plans, sparing no details. It seemed he was truly keeping nothing from his master.

“Ugh...”

After hearing him recounting everything, the strange man in black robe gave a surprised look, then immediately busted out into laughter, “HA HA HA HA HA—”

His high pitch laugh echoed in the entire forest but the Tian’s brothers dare not show any signs that anything was wrong.

The strange man in black robe laughed for quite a while before he finally stopped. A green color flashed through his eyes then, staring straight at Tian Jiang, smiled and said, “I have curtained gained myself a good disciple. Good! Good! Great even! HA HA HA HA HA---"

Tian Jiang, who was praised, laughed with him but the smile was his face was stiff, showing how forced it was.

“Alright, as I have promised. I will teach you all sorts of methods to cultivate, then you can have your revenge on Sacred Land Zhongyuan! HA HA HA HA HA---”

“Thank you so much, Master!” Tian Jian was ecstatic, dancing up and down in joy, almost. He could also seem himself avenged and having his ways at the Cheng’s.

Tian Feng looked at his brother, then at his master. He had all sorts of mixed feelings inside of him, but he kept his mouth shut tight and did not say a word.

Sacred Land Zhongyuan. Then Cheng’s!

Cheng Xiao Xiao and Mo Xuanzun went to plant their cherry trees again and didn’t want any extra help. Cheng Huihui had to take care of her nephew and couldn’t spend every day with her, Gong Zixuan was starting to get bored.

It didn’t take long, however, for her to notice another person who hasn’t been too busy. And that was Luo Junhao, and she suddenly had an idea.

“Shi xiong Luo—” came a soft, pretty voice. Luo Junhao looked up from the accounting books.

A pretty silhouette appeared. It was Gong Zixuan walking over carrying a bowl. He wasn’t surprised by her presence, after all, Cheng Xiao Xiao had already told him everything. Not to mention that Gong Zixuan hasn’t been too subtle of her fondness toward him, how would he not know her meaning. It was just that ---

Luo Junhao wasn’t sure how to interact with this shi mei Gong of high status so he merely nodded at her and said, “Shi mei Gong, what’s the matter?”

“Shi xiong Luo, I just made some sweet peas soup in the kitchen. It will help with the hot weather and also a good snack. Shi xiong Luo must give this a try!”

Gong Zixuan gave him a gentle smile and placed the bowl of pea soup in front of him. She looked him in his eyes and didn’t try to hide her fondness for him.

“Ugh—”

Luo Junhao couldn’t find the words to decline her. Looking at her, he had a moment of weakness and took the bowl from her. His hands touched her accidentally and both shuddered simultaneously from the odd sensation.

Gong Zixuan was flustered. Shyly, Gong Zixuan said, “The soup is cold, shi xiong Luo can drink it right away!”

“Okay!” sigh Luo Junhao to himself. She was such an exquisitely beautiful girl. He would be lying if he said he had no feelings at all. It was just that ---

There was too much of a gap between their statuses. Could they really be together?

Each one of them were quietly preoccupied by their own thoughts. After a little while, Gong Zixuan seemed to have calmed her emotions and casually picked up the accounting books lying on top of the stoned table and flipped it opened.

Normally, documents like accounting books should not be accessible to everyone, but the Cheng’s had never treated these two as outsiders. It was Cheng Xiao Xiao’s responsibilities to help audit the books, but she just deferred that responsibility to her uncle.

Seeing the Arabic numbers for the first time, Gong Zixuan was stunned. She had never seen numbers like this before. Astonished, she asked, “What are these symbols? Why are they doing their books in these symbols?”