Chapter 115: The High-End Showdown
Sang Zhe really didn’t expect it to be Meng Qiyan.
Actually, he had plans to bring her home.
But he intended to smooth the waters and prepare both sides mentally before bringing her to meet Zhang Xiaoying.
Right now, this uninvited guest showing up abruptly made Sang Zhe a bit nervous.
“Uh, what brings you here?”
“Don’t you know,” Meng Qiyan’s beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of resentment and teasing, “a little dog you picked up will get anxious if it can’t see its owner for too long?”
But didn’t we just see each other at the promotion ceremony?
Shouldn’t you be busy with the Demon Cultivation territory division these last few days? How do you have time to look for me?
Even though Sang Zhe had a ton of complaints in his mind, he couldn’t say anything when he looked at Meng Qiyan’s sparkling eyes.
Just then, a voice came from inside: “Husband, is there a guest?”
Sang Zhe jumped in surprise, just about to speak.
Upon hearing “Husband,” Meng Qiyan’s eyes suddenly became serious.
She kept looking at Sang Zhe with her flowery smile:
“Brother Sang Zhe~”
“Why not invite your sister’s wife in to meet her?”
In that moment, Sang Zhe felt like he was playing a galgame in his previous life, desperately trying to find a save point right before a crucial choice.
It felt like every word he was about to say could impact his life safety.
Looking at Meng Qiyan’s friendly smile, he couldn’t refuse and could only force a laugh:
“Um, alright, come in.”
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All the way in, Sang Zhe felt a little uneasy.
Meanwhile, Meng Qiyan gracefully and curiously looked around the residence, softly saying:
“So nostalgic. The last time I came to Brother Sang Zhe’s house was a year or two ago.”
“The house hasn’t changed at all—”
Her voice abruptly stopped.
She saw a lot of people in the room.
There was Si Jingzhu, quirky and petite, lazily lying on a chair and reading comics.
Shi Qingyan, calm and elegant, was squatting next to the cat, playing with a cat teaser.
Master Yu Xia, with a dazzling figure and ample curves, was serving tea.
And then there was Zhang Xiaoying, just stepping out of the kitchen, gentle, serene, and stunning.
Meng Qiyan seemed to be a little dazed.
She didn’t expect Sang Zhe now had so many people at home.
He clearly had previously fallen from grace, and yet he never brought a single fairy back home, huh?
Even she herself… she lowered her eyes slightly.
“Husband, who is this?” Zhang Xiaoying blinked her beautiful eyes.
“This is my colleague from the Heavenly Punishment Department, Meng Qiyan, whom I mentioned to you before,” Sang Zhe said with a smile.
“And this is my fiancée, Zhang Xiaoying, who hasn’t yet come through the door.”
After introducing each other, the two stunning women, Meng Qiyan and Zhang Xiaoying, locked eyes.
After a moment, they both smiled charmingly.
“Oh, it’s Sister Xiaoying.”
Meng Qiyan enthusiastically stepped closer, linking arms with Zhang Xiaoying, softly saying: “I’ve heard Brother Sang Zhe mention how he has a gentle and virtuous wife at home. It’s nice to finally meet her.”
“Sister Qiyan, you are too kind! You are the first fairy Husband saved; he’s never forgotten you!”
The two quickly became intimate with each other, leaving Sang Zhe dumbfounded.
Could it be that he was overthinking it?
Actually, they hit it off instantly, like old friends meeting after years apart?
“Aren’t you a bit relieved?”
Suddenly popping up next to Sang Zhe, Si Jingzhu, who had been reading comics, chimed in, “Do you really think those two are as harmonious as they look?”
“Wrong! You have no idea about women.”
A glimmer of perplexity crossed Si Jingzhu’s eyes: “Right now, it’s a battlefield for divinities.”
Sang Zhe gazed solemnly towards the two ladies with admiration.
“Sister, your skin is really good! So fair and smooth; I envy you!”
“Not at all! Sister must be naturally beautiful; you look great even without makeup. No wonder Brother Sang Zhe is enchanted!”
Zhang Xiaoying said with a smile, pouring tea: “Sister, make yourself at home. Don’t be polite.”
“Then I won’t be polite anymore.”
Meng Qiyan happily sat down and smiled, “But this place has changed a lot. The last time I came, it was just Brother Sang Zhe’s room that was lived in.”
Back and forth they went.
Meanwhile, Sang Zhe and Si Jingzhu nodded frequently, mesmerized.
This was what it felt like when masters battled?
Every word had subtext. It was completely incomprehensible without some brains.
Women’s thoughts were truly terrifying.
Master Yu Xia stood quietly by, watching the two, a little uneasily.
Si Qingyan, playing with a cat, halfheartedly glanced at them.
On the surface, it seemed like the whole family was harmonious and welcoming.
In reality, the room felt like turbulent waters, everyone hiding their agendas.
“Aren’t you going to jump in and join?” Si Jingzhu teased.
Sang Zhe sighed, “You just said it’s a battlefield for divinities. As a mere mortal, I’d just be fodder, right?”
Then, Si Jingzhu shot him a knowing glance and giggled behind her hand:
“Ha! So, when you were flirting, you didn’t think of all this. Now that a harem is starting to catch fire, you’re getting scared?”
“So you, with a heart full of lust but none of the courage, are hilarious. You still go around claiming wisdom about the art of pleasure. You’re just a pure-hearted little boy—”
“I didn’t want to, okay?” Sang Zhe exclaimed in frustration. “But while Zhang Xiaoying is fine, I was the one who got reverse pushed by Meng Qiyan!”
“…Eh?”
Si Jingzhu’s smile froze.
“You— you’ve already, slept with that woman too?” she stammered.
“Otherwise, why would I be worried?”
Sang Zhe’s face was a frown, “I don’t want to be a jerk, but she acts like I’m abandoning her. Plus, she’s a mid-stage Spirit Transformation cultivator; I can’t handle it…”
Si Jingzhu didn’t catch his last sentence.
She just stared wide-eyed for a moment, then tears started welling in her beautiful eyes.
“Am—am I the only one you haven’t touched?”
She looked tearfully at Sang Zhe.
Sang Zhe: “?”
“No—! Not that kind of thing!”
Si Jingzhu immediately threw herself on the ground, crying like a child: “I want to join in too! Don’t leave me behind!”
Sang Zhe: “…”
Zhang Xiaoying and Meng Qiyan: “…”
(I’m sick with a cold and sore throat, spent the afternoon on IV, and still no better.)
(Plus, I really have no energy for extras. Let’s talk about that when I finish my IV in a couple of days.)
(I’ve been tortured by friends all day, and I don’t even have any monthly votes left, crying.)
(Please keep me in the top twenty for monthly votes this month; this child wants to earn some money for rewards.)
