Chapter 36 Without a little brewing, even the powder doesn't taste good.
All eyes were fixed on the dark figure that had fallen from the tree, like spotlights.
Yun Yang's brain froze for three seconds, and then a surge of ecstasy welled up inside her.
Did you hit it?
It looks like we hit the killer?
Great! She's a sharpshooter! She's saved!
A question mark stood above Fu Xiaoting's head.
Is this woman gifted?
Yun Yang's lips curved into a very shallow smile.
What does talent matter?
They are utterly powerless in the face of the Eight Characters (Ba Zi).
"An assassin! Protect the gentleman!"
A figure rushed over like an arrow released from a bow, accompanied by a deafening shout.
Gu Yan?
He looked anxious, his expression completely out of control. He lunged forward and shoved Shen Mingyue, making her stumble, and stood firmly in front of Fu Xiaoting.
An eerie silence fell over the entire room once again.
Immediately afterwards, a bodyguard dragged the man over and bowed, reporting, "Sir, the assassin is dead."
All eyes slowly shifted from the corpse on the ground to Gu Yan, who was still in the position of protecting the emperor.
That look in his eyes was so complicated, it was as if he were looking at a fool who had volunteered to work overtime.
Gu Yan lowered his head and carefully stepped aside.
He remained silent.
Yun Yang glanced at his feet.
See if his toes have carved out a Barbie dream mansion.
But why did he suddenly rush out?
Something's not right. Is it possible that the "female lead" is someone else?
After all, the main focus of novels nowadays is on surprise.
Just when you think you've seen it all and there's nothing left to see, it will spread its backside open again.
However, amidst the stares of disbelief, one figure stood out as completely out of place.
Shen Mingyue got up from the ground, patted the dirt off her knees, and looked at Gu Yan with eyes that no longer held the disdain of the past, but instead... sparkled, as if two stars were hidden inside.
It emitted a strange light...
Because of the assassin incident, the shooting range event had to be abruptly ended.
The atmosphere was quite somber on the way back.
Yunyang's mind, however, was as lively as a bustling market.
The system is acting up again.
[My dear host! You've done a terrible job! The plot has gone off track again!]
[Alright, alright, let's just consider this an accident! Next time! Next time, the storage room scene absolutely cannot have any more mishaps! Do you hear me!]
Yun Yang rolled her eyes inwardly.
Storage room?
Oh, what a cliché plot. The male lead is afraid of the dark and has claustrophobia, right?
No wonder Xiaoting always sits by the window when the sun is out; one side of her face is tanned, haha.
She was grumbling to herself when she didn't pay attention to her footing and stepped on the hem of her long dress, about to crash headfirst into the pillar in front of her.
Suddenly, a large, well-defined hand reached out from the side and firmly blocked her and the pillar.
A muffled thud.
Yunyang's forehead bumped into a warm pad of flesh.
She looked up and met Fu Xiaoting's deep eyes.
He was so close that she could see his long eyelashes.
Yun Yang suddenly took a step back, creating a safe distance.
Fu Xiaoting's hand was still suspended in mid-air, and he frowned slightly.
[Little Yunniang seems quite afraid of me?]
Yun Yang nodded frantically in her heart.
I'm afraid you'll drag me down with you, Xiaoting!
As noon approached, Su Wanqing showed no sign of leaving. Instead, she sat in the main seat of the restaurant like a hostess.
Jukiro glanced at his watch: "Yunyang, go prepare lunch."
Yun Yang didn't even glance at Ju Jiluo. Now that she was the housekeeper, she naturally only listened to Fu Xiaoting.
really--
[That old hag doesn't deserve to eat food made by Xiao Yunniang! Dream on, she'd be lucky to get any grass.]
So when lunch was served, everyone fell silent.
On the huge dining table were several plates of... lush green vegetable salads that looked utterly unappetizing.
Sigh, they've been around for a while now.
Shen Mingyue was the first to object, throwing her fork down with a jarring sound.
"I don't eat grass! Yunyang! I want snail rice noodles! With pork skin, fried egg, and tiger-skin duck feet!"
Su Wanqing immediately adopted the airs of an elder and began to lecture in a soft voice: "Mingyue, you are a lady from a respectable family. How can you eat that kind of thing? It's too greasy and bad for your skin."
As she spoke, she changed the subject, looking at Fu Xiaoting with a motherly smile on her face.
“Speaking of which, Xiao Jun has been having a poor appetite lately and has lost weight. Xiao Ting, Ming Yue said that the nanny you have is a good cook. Why don’t you have her come back with me today to help your brother get better? I’ll send her back to you later.”
Fu Xiaojun?
Xiao Jun?
Yun Yang blinked twice. There really was a "Xiao Juan"!
However, although she desperately wanted to escape Xiaoyuan, she definitely wouldn't go with this woman!
Most stepmothers in novels are vicious, even if they have a kind face.
For example, the famous Lady Qin.
"No way!" Shen Mingyue was the first to slam her hand on the table. "What am I going to eat if she leaves? Besides, she's good at making junk food. You're going to let Xiao Jun eat that? Are you kidding me? Haha, Xiao Jun has never even eaten instant noodles before. He's so pitiful."
Su Wanqing's face darkened: "Mingyue, you should be more sensible by now. You've never known how to give way to your younger brother since you were little. You always fight with him for everything. Xiaoting is different. He's always been very doting on you... Oh dear!"
"Clang—!"
Fu Xiaoting, who had been silent all along, suddenly reached out his hand.
With a loud crash, he overturned the entire mahogany dining table!
Plates and bowls were broken all over the floor.
[I'm speechless. My child won't eat, won't go to Xibei, so what's the point of coming to me, Xiaoyunchou?!]
Su Wanqing turned pale with fright and could no longer maintain her dignified smile.
I cried.
"We were mother and son after all, and I'm the elder, so I can't just say nice things..."
With a loud bang.
A teacup shattered at her feet.
Su Wanqing left in tears...
The kitchen was filled with a strong and overpowering aroma of pickled bamboo shoots.
Yunyang was taking a golden, crispy fried egg out of the fryer and placing it on top of the rice noodles.
This bowl of noodles wasn't for Shen Mingyue, but for Fu Xiaoting.
Jujiro stood aside and respectfully reported, "Sir, we have identified the assassin. We found a cell phone on him with call records between him and Young Master Fu Xiaofang."
Fu Xiaoting picked up a mouthful of noodles with his chopsticks and slurped it into his mouth.
They're really treating the audience like fools.
This level of framing is so bad it could only fool a three-year-old. I'm pretty sure it was that old hag who did it.
He swallowed the noodles in his mouth and typed a single word on his phone without any expression.
【Grasp】
Giulio: "Yes, I'll take care of it right away."
Yun Yang frowned slightly.
What kind of amazing move is this?
If you know perfectly well that Squidward didn't do it, why arrest him?
As she was lost in thought, she suddenly heard two knocks.
Fu Xiaoting tapped the table with his chopsticks and pointed to the chair opposite him, indicating that she should sit down and eat with him.
In the past, Yunyang would have been eating long before he even had to say anything.
Yun Yang shuddered and shook her head like a rattle-drum.
"No, no, no, sir, I'm not hungry! I... I... I need to go wash my hair first!"
After saying that, she put down the plate and rushed out of the kitchen as if she were fleeing, so fast that it seemed as if a ghost was chasing her.
Fu Xiaoting's hand holding the chopsticks froze in mid-air.
Watching Yun Yang's disappearing figure, a hint of confusion and interest flashed in his deep eyes.
He silently withdrew his gaze and slurped up another mouthful of noodles.
Without a little bit of preparation, the powder just doesn't seem so appealing anymore...
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