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Nan Qing chuckled awkwardly, about to smooth things over, when she suddenly felt a tightness on her shoulder. Turning her head, she saw Qin Mobei's long arms had pulled her into his embrace, and his deep voice whispered in her ear:
"There's no need to trouble your brother-in-law. Qingqing and I are together every night, and she sleeps very well."
He deliberately emphasized the words "brother-in-law" and "nightly," as if afraid that others wouldn't hear him clearly.
Moreover, this statement was like a drop of cold water splashed into hot oil, freezing the atmosphere at the table once again.
Although Mr. and Mrs. Su did not look too good, they did not say anything. Their daughter had grown up, and they, as parents, should not interfere too much.
Moreover, such matters are not appropriate to discuss in this setting.
They could understand, but Su Lin couldn't. As soon as Qin Mobei said those words, his hand holding the teacup tightened suddenly, his eyes darkened, and his gentle expression vanished.
But in an instant, Su Lin regained his gentle demeanor, gently setting down his teacup, his voice still clear and melodious.
"Is that so?"
"Then we need to be even more careful. Qingqing has always been a restless sleeper and loves to kick off the covers. Mr. Qin is from ancient times... so he probably isn't used to the cold air from modern air conditioning, right?"
Very well, now Qin Mobei's face darkened.
Nan Qing was caught in the middle of the two of them, glancing at one and then at the other. If she weren't the one in the picture, this whole scene would be quite interesting.
That night, Qin Mobei tormented Nan Qing like a madman. As dawn approached, he still placed her on the dressing table, held her in his arms, and asked her the same questions he had asked all night, again and again.
"He's your brother."
"Hmm~~ It's my brother."
He loves you.
"...Qin Mobei, you're being unreasonable..."
He said fiercely, "You ate the shrimp he peeled."
Nan Qing took a moment to nudge him, "Just one bite..."
"Not even a single bite. You're not allowed to eat anything he puts on your plate next time."
"And you're not allowed to let him touch your head."
Nan Qing swayed her slender legs, which were held in his arms, and murmured intermittently, her breath coming in short gasps:
"Qin Mobei...you...you'll regret this..."
Qin Mobei's eyes were cold as he looked at Nan Qing, who was being pressed against the mirror, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed over. He had no intention of stopping. He refused to admit that the way Nan Qing looked at that person was not the same way her brother looked at her.
She was indulgent towards him, yet helpless; she was also well aware that he loved her.
When Nan Qing woke up again, it was already dusk. She was alone beside her. Qin Mobei was nowhere to be seen. But she breathed a sigh of relief and moved around. She felt comfortable. Last night... no, it should be this morning. She had fallen asleep in the middle of this morning. Her last memory was of that bastard man pinning her down in the bathtub.
This man never liked to sleep before, and he would torment her all night long. As a mere mortal, it's a mystery where he got so much energy. Now that he's no longer human, he doesn't need to sleep anymore, and he's become even more extreme!
She used her spiritual energy to soothe her body, then put on a dress, went downstairs to retrieve the little bastard he had sent to sleep downstairs, and opened the gates of the underworld.
It just so happens that it was the Black and White Impermanence's turn to guard the area today. Before they could even salute, Nan Qing had already swept past them with Xiao Ba in his arms.
White Impermanence: "Is this the lord? I heard that last time he came, he went to soak in the River of Oblivion..."
Black Impermanence: "...A model for us."
White Impermanence: "Should we report this to King Yama?"
Black Impermanence glanced at him: "You're going?"
White Impermanence: "...Oh, it was windy just now, I didn't see anything."
Nanqing, carrying Xiao Ba, ran wildly, passing through the deep Yellow Springs Road, crossing the beautiful River of Oblivion, and heading straight for the Bridge of Helplessness.
A chilling wind blew, and ghostly flames flickered. Before the Bridge of Helplessness, a long line of souls waited numbly for their last bowl of soup before reincarnation.
Meng Po was sitting at the head of the bridge, slowly stirring a pot of steaming soup.
She was hunched over, her face wrinkled with an unchanging indifference, as if the joys and sorrows of the world were irrelevant to her. Occasionally, a few wisps of unresolved obsession would float on the surface of the soup in the pot, only to quickly sink back into the depths.
Nanqing's eyes lit up. He put Xiao Ba on his shoulder and took two steps at a time, passing through the line of dead souls.
The souls were intimidated by the spiritual pressure emanating from her, and subconsciously made way for her, but after a brief commotion, they returned to deathly silence and continued to move forward mechanically.
Nan Qing leaned closer to Meng Po, smiling as she peeked into the pot: "Meng Po soup?"
Meng Po, who had been leisurely simmering soup with a spoon, suddenly froze on the spot. Her withered fingers trembled slightly, and the spoon in her hand clattered against the edge of the pot. She looked up, and her cloudy eyes reflected Nan Qing's smiling face.
I'd heard Horse-Face mention before that a powerful figure with a soul aura even more formidable than Judge Yama had recently appeared. Could he be... the one standing before me?
Seeing that Meng Po was frozen in place, Nan Qing suddenly reached out and snatched the long spoon from her hand. She weighed the spoon in her hand and stirred the thick soup in the pot. A strange aroma rose up, with a hint of bitterness and a faint sweetness.
"Meng Po, your soup is quite good."
Meng Po opened her mouth, her withered lips trembling slightly, but she didn't dare to utter a sound.
Nan Qing ignored her, sat down by the pot, and waved to the line of souls waiting in line:
"Come on, don't just stand there, have some soup."
The spirits moved listlessly. At the forefront was a young woman, thin and with vacant eyes. Beneath her tattered clothes were faintly visible scars, indicating she had suffered greatly in life. Nan Qing scooped a full spoonful of soup and offered it to her, smiling as she said:
"Drink it. Drink this soup and all your past troubles will be wiped away. May you be reborn into a better life next time."
The soul numbly accepted the soup, tilted its head back and drank it all. After finishing, it continued walking forward with its head down, gradually disappearing into the thick fog.
According to divine prophecy, she will surely have a smooth and prosperous life in her next life.
Nanqing continued to stir the Meng Po soup in the pot with a cheerful expression, sending off one lost soul after another. Occasionally, she would encounter one or two people suffering from misery and say a word or two to them.
"Meng Po, how many years have you been simmering this soup?"
Nan Qing suddenly turned to speak to Meng Po, who was waiting tremblingly to the side. Meng Po's hand, holding the empty bowl, trembled: "Reporting to...Reporting to Your Excellency, this old woman has been brewing soup for over three thousand seven hundred years..."
"Wow, that's quite a long-established brand." Nan Qing's hands didn't stop as she ladled another bowl of soup for the next soul, and she continued:
"By the way, what ingredients did you put in this soup? The color is quite unique~~"
This is comparable to her soup-making skills. It seems that Meng Po's cooking skills are really mediocre. If she were to move to another place, her business would probably not last long.
Cold sweat beaded on Meng Po's forehead: "This... is mainly due to the water of the River of Oblivion, plus..."
Nan Qing asked first, "Is it a petal from the red spider lily? Or dew from the Three Lives Stone?"
Meng Po was at a loss for words when she was asked the question, and she almost dropped the bowl in her hand. Although the souls in line remained expressionless, the line was clearly starting to stir.
This new Meng Po talks too much, seriously affecting the efficiency of reincarnation!
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