Chapter 75: The Realm of “Second Grade”!
If they had still been in the Wuliang Mountain Langhuan Paradise, perhaps she would have yielded. Well, she had always yielded there. But now they were guests in another’s home; it was, after all, someone else’s place.
If Zhong Ling or the others happened to walk in, that would be unbearably embarrassing.
Fang Han, hearing this, realized he had misunderstood, and coughed lightly.
Cheng Lingsu, being clever, quickly realized he had misunderstood her words.
She couldn’t help but find it amusing, though her face blushed rosy as she poured the tea: “It’s actually a happy matter I want to tell you.”
Fang Han accepted the tea, took a sip, and asked: “What is it?”
Cheng Lingsu spoke softly: “It’s indeed a happy matter. Can’t you guess?”
Before Fang Han could answer, she continued: “I’ve already asked Miss Mu carefully. It’s true, exactly as you guessed.”
After carefully explaining, Cheng Lingsu gazed at Fang Han, saying: “She cannot live without you, and will marry no one else. Brother Fang, Miss Mu is so beautiful, and she too loves you and wishes to marry you. In your heart, are you moved?”
Fang Han tugged at the corner of his mouth. Was he moved? He couldn’t say not at all.
After all, Mu Wanqing truly possessed breathtaking beauty!
But that was merely admiration for her looks.
It could not compare with the deep bond he shared with Miss Cheng.
Fang Han looked at Cheng Lingsu, his gaze gentle, and said softly: “Lingsu…”
Cheng Lingsu raised her delicate hand, stopping his words.
Her graceful brows arched, her eyes filled with tenderness.
“Brother Fang, there’s no need to say more. I already know. You care for me, and in my heart, I too… am so very happy…”
Just then—
“Big Sister Cheng~ Big Brother~ I’ve come to play with you~”
A clear, lively voice rang from afar.
Zhong Ling cheerfully ran into the courtyard. Seeing the shattered bluestone all over, she was puzzled.
Standing outside, she called: “Big Brother, Sister Cheng, are you there?”
“We’re here, come in.”
Receiving the response, Zhong Ling’s eyes curved like crescent moons, smiling brightly as she pushed open the door and entered.
She saw Fang Han and Cheng Lingsu sitting across from each other, sipping tea.
Cheng Lingsu brushed back her hair; her ears still carried a flush of red.
Zhong Ling came over, chattering happily, wanting to take the two of them out for fun.
Fang Han smiled: “You and Lingsu go. I’ll stay.”
He still wanted to focus on cultivating the One Yang Finger.
The upheaval at Tianlong Temple in Dali was not far away. If he became involved, he would need to have honed the One Yang Finger to a certain degree.
Though he had already trained the One Yang Finger Force to “second grade”, the actual finger techniques and acupoint methods had not yet been practiced properly.
External practice might be just the framework, not as important as the inner foundation, but it could not be neglected.
Even a martial art like the Sui Feng Sword Method, once trained to profound mastery, had its subtle wonders—how much more so the One Yang Finger!
Hearing this, Zhong Ling felt a bit dejected.
Although playing with Sister Cheng was wonderful, without Big Brother, it just wasn’t as enjoyable.
Why didn’t he want to come? Could it be he didn’t like playing with Ling’er…?
Cheng Lingsu glanced at Fang Han, then smiled: “We don’t have much to do anyway. Since we’re guests in Ling’er’s home, how could we not enjoy a little sightseeing?”
Then she added: “Why not invite Miss Mu as well?”
Zhong Ling’s eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly: “Yes, yes~”
She looked at Fang Han expectantly, hoping he would agree.
Seeing that Cheng Lingsu had spoken, Fang Han had no reason to refuse. He nodded his agreement.
In Myriad Calamities Valley, there were many quiet and elegant places.
Although there had been chaos in recent days, all had passed, and peace was restored.
Zhong Ling led Fang Han, Cheng Lingsu, and Mu Wanqing around to enjoy the sights.
When they reached a mountain spring, Cheng Lingsu deliberately led Zhong Ling away, leaving Fang Han and Mu Wanqing alone.
Turning his head, Fang Han saw Mu Wanqing, who had remained silent, always following him closely. His feelings were complex.
As he gazed, he suddenly noticed her jade-like face was slowly suffused with a rosy blush.
Seeing this, Fang Han could no longer doubt—this young lady indeed felt as Lingsu had said…
After a moment’s thought, Fang Han said: “Lingsu has told me about your matter.”
Mu Wanqing’s delicate body trembled, her heart pounding wildly, heat surging through her.
She answered softly, lifting her brows to look at Fang Han, wanting to know how he would respond.
Though Sister Cheng’s side was passed, in the end, the most important was Fang Han’s stance.
Would he accept her, or…
Fang Han smiled, reaching out to gently hold her delicate hand.
“From now on, I’ll call you Wanqing, alright?”
In such matters, Fang Han had always gone with the flow.
With Cheng Lingsu, after some time together, once they developed feelings, he simply married her.
Now, Mu Wanqing had feelings for him. Lingsu, though a little jealous, had already accepted. Why should Fang Han, having received such fortune, act hypocritically, pretending reluctance?
Hesitate this way and that?
Of course not.
Since the beauty loved him, he would accept her gladly.
After all…
Mu Wanqing truly was stunning.
Dazzlingly beautiful.
Over the past days, though he had focused on cultivation, every time he looked at her, he couldn’t help but feel admiration.
Her beauty was different from Miss Cheng’s—unique in its own right.
Since she was offering herself, Fang Han naturally had no thought of rejecting her.
Hearing his words, Mu Wanqing’s heart filled with joy, chaotic and sweet. She answered softly, “Alright.”
When Fang Han held her hand, red clouds of shyness blossomed on her cheeks.
Seeing her staring dazedly at him, so unlike her usual coolness, Fang Han found the contrast amusing and secretly delightful.
Mu Wanqing quickly regained herself, but when she saw Fang Han gazing intently at her, she panicked inwardly. He’s staring at me… does he want to kiss me? Well, I am already his now, so why shouldn’t he?
Thinking this, she closed her eyes gently, her face glowing red, her lashes trembling.
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