After entering the main door of the mansion, Su Yang opened the shoe cabinet and took out a pair of brand new pink slippers to put on.

Mrs. Luo came out to greet them warmly and reported to Su Yang about the situation of the two cats today.

When the cat was mentioned, Rong Zhan frowned and felt a chill on his back. He walked past her and walked in first, and found that the coffee table in the living room was filled with large and small gift boxes and other precious things.

"What are these?"

"These were sent by the old lady and the first lady of Rongyuan. They said they were gifts prepared for the master and the young mistress when they return home tomorrow." Mrs. Luo stepped forward and explained softly.

Su Yang glanced at the brocade boxes, her pretty face was calm as water. Returning to one's parents' home has been a traditional ritual since ancient times, so she was not surprised.

However, the thought of returning to the Su family made her feel deeply repulsive.

"I'll go downstairs and check on the cat first." Su Yang put his bag on the table and went straight to the basement.

The entire basement is connected to the backyard, with a wide and bright view. The style is more casual, and it is more casual than the first floor.

Walking down, what catches your eye is the cabinet behind the bar with many kinds of expensive wines. The area on the right is the gym and Rong Zhan’s private study. Around the corner across the entrance is the cat room where Su Yang has placed it.

As soon as the door opened and he walked in, Bai Yue excitedly jumped out of the cat villa, stood up and meowed for a hug.

Su Yang's heart instantly softened. She bent over, picked it up, and rubbed its head. When she stood up, a slightly larger black cat with a majestic and domineering appearance came into her clear and indifferent eyes.

"The purple luck in his body has clearly shown signs of recovery in the past two days. If you put this on him, it will help him recover faster."

Then, in the quiet cat room, a soft but stiff male voice was heard, which was totally inconsistent with its appearance.

Su Yang walked over, glanced at the red rope on its chubby paw, and raised his eyelids slightly: "Do you think Rong Zhan would be willing to wear this broken rope of yours?"

"What do you mean by a broken rope? Do you know its value? This is the rope of luck. Not everyone can get this treasure if they want it." When Qiansui heard about her so-so luck, he immediately lost his composure and got angry, and he breathed out angrily.

Su Yang: “…”

"Are the tempers of all you underworld messengers as bad as yours?" Su Yang flicked his beard, took the red rope, walked to the sofa and sat down, examining it carefully.

Qiansui jumped down from the shelf angrily and walked up to her: "Su Yang, you are becoming more and more rude to this envoy now."

Su Yang glanced at him and laughed: "Then may I ask, sir, how do you use this red string?"

"Hehe, this red string is connected to your own luck, so, you just need to tie the red string around his wrist. It will speed up the recovery of his lost luck during your daily interactions. The closer you two are, the faster it will connect." Qiansui cleared his throat and explained proudly with his head held high.

"Intimate?" Su Yang frowned: "Speak clearly."

"Like, for example, holding hands, hugging, kissing, or... well, you know." Chitose raised his paws and twisted her chubby toes. Finally, he looked at her meaningfully and shook his noble tail confidently.

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Yang reached out and patted his forehead: "Why didn't you say this when the deal took effect?"

“How dare you! Do you think you can pat my noble head?” Qiansui got angry again and turned his head away proudly. “You didn’t ask. Our deal was that I let you be reborn and you helped me complete the mission to restore Rong Zhan’s luck so that he could escape the catastrophe when he was thirty years old. Now, judging from his own thin luck recovery speed, only extraordinary methods can be used to fully recover before the catastrophe comes. Otherwise, if he dies in the catastrophe, you will die with him, or even turn to ashes without reincarnation. And my mission will be invalidated and I will never be able to return to the underworld.”

The implication is that the three of them are tied to the same rope and no one can escape.

Qiansui: “…”

Su Yang played with Bai Yue for a while with a cat toy, then returned to the first floor and entered the bedroom. He saw Rong Zhan standing on the edge of the bed with his upper body naked, revealing his six-pack abs and a strong chest. His black hair was still dripping with water, and his deep eyes were filled with a hint of mist.

"I'm going back home tomorrow. What do you think?" The man wiped his hair roughly with a towel, threw the towel aside, lifted the quilt and sat down.

"What can you think? Just go back." Su Yang retracted his gaze and walked towards the cloakroom.

Rong Zhan glanced at her thin back, restrained his expression, and sneered slightly.

——

The next morning, when Su Yang came out after washing up, he saw Mrs. Luo looking at the gift list and the servants moving the gift boxes that had been piled in the corner yesterday.

"Madam, you're awake." Seeing her come out, Mrs. Luo immediately smiled and greeted her: "Breakfast is ready."

"Yeah." Su Yang responded calmly, watching those people file out holding gift boxes.

"Sir, have someone load the things into the car and send it to the Su family first." Mrs. Luo smiled and explained.

Su Yang nodded and looked away: "Where are the others?"

"The gentleman has gone to the study in the basement. I just sent him breakfast."

Su Yang didn't ask any more questions. After sitting down and having a simple breakfast, he went to the cloakroom and picked out a French-style lace blue shirt, paired with black high-waisted trousers and a pair of black kitten-heeled shoes, which was dignified and elegant.

When choosing earrings and a necklace, Su Yang hesitated for a moment, and a hand reached out silently from behind her. With the palm open, a simple Polaris necklace fell from her palm and caught her eyes.

Suddenly, her back seemed to be pressed against a warm chest, and a familiar masculine scent swept over her, filling her whole body.

Su Yang was stunned, looking at the necklace swaying from side to side, his expression suddenly clear: "What is this?"

"It's a wedding gift, just delivered." His deep and sexy voice slowly rang beside my earlobe. The cool pendant pressed against my skin and passed around my collarbone: "Hair."

Su Yang's heart trembled slightly, with an obvious throbbing feeling. She slowly raised her hand to lift the hair off her shoulders, revealing a neck as white as cream.

Rong Zhan lowered his eyes and slowly fastened the necklace, but was reluctant to let go.

Su Yang's hand holding up his hair felt a little sore. Seeing that he was still not well, she couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

But she was met with silence. Su Yang frowned and said in confusion, "If you can't do it, I can do it myself."

As soon as he finished speaking, his waist was grabbed, his body was forced to turn around, and was pressed against the cabinet.

(End of this chapter)