"Well, I thought you lack nothing, and you probably don't like those mundane things in the world. I really can't think of anything to apologize to you. I don't have anything worthwhile to offer, except for my decent cooking skills. If you try it and like the taste, I'll be your personal chef, Xiao Qin, for the next month!" Qin Yune said with a smile.

Yan Wenjing glanced at her and said, "Let's go."

Qin Yune didn't react immediately, "Huh? Where to?"

"Didn't you want me to try your lunchbox?" Yan Wenjing glanced at the spot where she had just been standing with some disdain, and hesitated before saying, "You don't expect me to eat here, do you?"

She quickly waved her hand, "No, no, I didn't mean that."

The next second, Qin Yune was grabbed by the hand by the King of Hell and flew into the sky.

Caught off guard, Qin Yune was suddenly thrown into the air. The feeling of weightlessness made her instinctively grip the lunchbox in her hand, close her eyes, and scream loudly, "Ah—"

Yan Wenjing put an isolation shield around the two of them to prevent Qin Yunie's voice from attracting the attention of the ghosts below.

After Qin Yunie felt the flight become stable, she patted her still pounding heart and said in a trembling voice with a pale face, "King Yama, could you have told me in advance before you took off? Give me some time to react, otherwise my little heart can't take such a sudden flight."

Although she wanted to have that ability, it didn't mean she wasn't afraid of being suddenly thrown into the air...

Give her some time to react and mentally prepare her so she won't be as scared as she was just now.

Yan Wenjing glanced at her pale face, pursed his lips, and said, "Sorry, this way it'll be faster."

Qin Yune was somewhat surprised to hear the King of Hell apologize to her; she hadn't expected the King of Hell to apologize to someone.

He then realized that what he said next was probably explaining to her why he suddenly flew away.

Once I understood, I wasn't so nervous anymore.

After getting used to flying in the air, Qin Yunie calmed down a lot and began to look down.

She suddenly had the feeling of watching a TV character fly down from the sky and take in everything.

When she was on the ground, she felt that things that were normally the size of hers had become much smaller at that moment.

Qin Yunie felt the joy of flying in the sky. Unlike her previous restraint, she spread her arms and closed her eyes to feel the wind hitting her face.

If she had to describe her feelings in one word right now, it would be—awesome!

She really wanted to shout a couple of times, but she was afraid that the King of Hell would get impatient and throw her down.

Qin Yunie was surprised that her wish to fly in the sky, which she had just been disappointed about, had come true so quickly!

Qin Yunie's cheerful mood drew frequent glances from Yan Wenjing, who seemed puzzled as to why she had changed so quickly after just a moment ago, when she had looked terrified.

No wonder people say that women's minds are hard to fathom.

Soon, Yan Wenjing brought her to the entrance of the Yama's Palace.

The ghost messenger outside the door felt an intense pressure and instinctively went on guard. When he saw that it was King Yama, he stopped his attack and respectfully greeted, "King Yama."

His gaze, however, fell on Qin Yune, who was standing next to the King of Hell.

Isn't this the little human girl who sold boxed lunches, the one who was bullied by Qi San a couple of days ago, and who happened to be caught by the King of Hell, resulting in Qi San and his uncle still being in jail?

How could she be with the King of Hell?

Just now it seemed... the King of Hell was holding the little girl's hand? ??

The ghost messenger's thought startled him, and he looked at the King of Hell's hand.

Qin Yunie felt somewhat embarrassed by the stares and was at a loss for what to do when King Yama responded, glanced indifferently at the ghost messenger, and stepped into the King Yama Palace.

Qin Yunie quickly followed.

The ghost messenger was so engrossed in his wild imagination that he didn't even notice that the King of Hell had entered the palace. It was only when another ghost messenger reminded him that he realized what he had just done, and he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

The King of Hell did not go to the main hall, but went to the side hall next door.

As soon as Yan Wenjing sat down, Qin Yune quickly placed the lunchbox on the table, took it out of his pocket and placed it in front of Yan Wenjing, then took out chopsticks and handed them over, saying, "Yan Wenjing, please have your meal."

Yan Wenjing glanced at the boxed lunch, which was something he had never eaten before. It was clearly carefully plated and looked quite appetizing.

He glanced at Qin Yunie, and under her expectant gaze, picked up his chopsticks, took a bite, and ate.

Qin Yune: "How is it?"

Yan Wenjing nodded slightly. "Mm."

Qin Yunie suppressed his excitement, "Then what about my suggestion just now?"

"Can."

Qin Yune said with a bright smile, "Then, Your Majesty, I'll make you a different boxed lunch every day from now on and have the delivery rider bring it to you!"

Yan Wenjing frowned. "I don't like other people touching my things."

Without hesitation, she said, "Then I'll deliver it to you!"

Yan Wenjing nodded in agreement.

Seeing that he was in a good mood, Qin Yune tentatively asked, "Then can you forgive my impetuousness that night?"

Mentioning that night, Yan Wenjing seemed to smell Qin Yune's faint fragrance again, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Seeing his displeased frown, Qin Yu Nie's heart skipped a beat. She didn't dare ask anything more and quickly said, "I understand. An apology should be sincere! Please continue eating. If you want anything else, you can let me know in advance. I won't disturb your meal any longer!"

After Qin Yunie finished speaking, he quickly retreated.

Yan Wenjing stared at Qin Yunie, who was moving faster than a rabbit, and remained silent for several seconds.

Less than a minute later, Qin Yune returned dejectedly, and hesitantly said, "Um...King Yama..."

Upon hearing this, Yan Wenjing put down his chopsticks and looked at her, seemingly waiting for her to speak.

Under Yan Wenjing's gaze, Qin Yune awkwardly asked, "Where's my coat?"

Yan Wenjing slightly raised his chin towards the table next to him and said, "It's on the table, help yourself."

Qin Yunie's gaze finally fell on the table that she had been ignoring. There, on the table, lay a neatly folded garment—her own clothes.

She quickly picked it up and hugged it to her chest, pressing her hand slightly against the thick stack of ghost money, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before she could fully catch her breath, she heard the King of Hell say slowly, "What? Afraid I'll take the ghost money from your pocket?"

Qin Yunie quickly and righteously replied, "How could that be? This money was originally obtained for me by you, King Yama. It would be only right to give it all to you!"

Seeing Qin Yunie's anxiety, Yan Wenjing propped his head up and said in a rather good mood, "Oh? So, it doesn't matter if you give them all to me?"

Qin Yunie gritted her teeth, but smiled, "Of course!"

Yan Wenjing nodded. "I thought you were in such a hurry to find your clothes because you were afraid that the ghost money inside had been 'lost'... It seems I misunderstood you."

Qin Yunie was taken aback. Although that was exactly what she meant, it was impolite of you to say it so bluntly, Your Majesty!