Chapter 252, He Really… Understood
Having earned a little extra for his wives again, Sang Zhe felt quite pleased as he turned off the Communication Device.
Gu Yingmian understood Sang Zhe’s nature and could only pinch him playfully with a hint of reproach:
“Let’s be serious. You don’t need to let the people from the Holy Kingdom go after taking their money, right?”
“You can’t kill them,” Sang Zhe shook his head. “Just as the Holy Kingdom sent them here, it’s definitely not to kill me.”
“The Holy Kingdom’s goal isn’t to make enemies everywhere. They’re not out to wipe out the Demon Cultivators. They just want to show a little force and make the Demon Cult think twice about cooperating with Floating Splendor Commerce.”
“Likewise, we don’t want to have a never-ending feud with the Holy Kingdom.”
“The Harmonization Stage Tianlang Wei warriors are valuable treasures to the Holy Kingdom. If we really killed them and made the Holy Kingdom shift their anger from Floating Splendor Commerce to us, it would be a loss.”
“After all, this is a dispute between the Holy Kingdom and Floating Splendor Commerce. We’re just workers; there’s no need to attract fire to ourselves and block a shot for Floating Splendor Commerce.”
“Our rivalry with the Holy Kingdom should only stay on the level of shipping disputes. At least we’ll tacitly agree not to cause fatalities—that’s what I want to see.”
Gu Yingmian seemed to understand a bit, and after a moment she blinked: “But actually, you could just come find me directly.”
“The Sword Flower Palace still has some status in the Holy Kingdom. Worst case, I could personally go see the Holy Empress.”
“Ahem… That’s not necessary.”
Though Sang Zhe was grateful, he still smiled and shook his head: “I haven’t even had the chance to marry Sister Gu properly yet, so how can I be thinking about taking your family’s assets now?”
“Unless it’s absolutely necessary, the Sword Flower Palace should maintain its neutral stance. I’ll handle my work myself.”
“After all, I’m still on the Demon Cult’s payroll. It doesn’t align with my life’s philosophy to just take money without working.”
Gu Yingmian’s face turned slightly red as she softly said, “I believe you.”
“Then let’s go home quickly. Little Ying is probably waiting anxiously.”
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On the other side.
Bai Ming was curled up in her comforter, staring at Sang Zhe’s avatar on the screen, reluctant to log off for a long time.
She hadn’t refused Sang Zhe’s three million request—she had even agreed quite readily.
She suspected that people from the Holy Kingdom might cause trouble for the Demon Cult.
At first, hearing that Sang Zhe had been surrounded by the Holy Kingdom’s people made her a bit worried.
But when she saw that he still had the energy to cry out for money, he didn’t look like he was in trouble.
So she stopped worrying. With someone like Sang Zhe, the Demon Cult wouldn’t slack off in protecting him.
Just a little medical fee to soothe his emotions.
Just as she was about to excitedly change the subject and ask about his thoughts on her task for the day, Sang Zhe had already logged off.
She knew he had probably returned home to enjoy the sweet happiness of a mini honeymoon with his wives.
Bai Ming could almost imagine the scene.
She also knew that Sang Zhe probably wouldn’t reply to her today.
But she felt a bit unwilling to accept that and kept staring at the screen, hoping for a sliver of hope that he might log back on any second and sternly question her about why she hadn’t completed her task.
She felt like a little animal, curled up in her blanket.
Holding a soft pillow, her messy hair draped over the pillow, the soft glow of the screen reflected in her slightly lonely eyes.
“Sang Zhe…” she murmured to herself.
She didn’t know when it had started.
That name, Sang Zhe, seemed different from what she had once thought.
Cunning, shrewd, filled with tricks and annoying.
It felt like she had gradually become accustomed to the daily battles of wits with him, quick-tongued and fiery.
Accustomed to his sly ways of getting the better of her.
Even when he threatened her, she didn’t feel averse.
Instead, these past couple of days, she had indulged herself in the pleasure of writing novels, using his tasks as an excuse without any guilt.
Receiving his feedback and thoughts brought her undeniable joy.
And now, he was only back at his old Demon Cult home for a few days.
Why… did it suddenly feel so empty, as if something was missing?
It had only been a day without his evaluation of her novel.
Why did she feel so restless, tossing and turning, reluctant to log off the screen?
Why…
Did it feel like she was gradually becoming dependent on him?
Bai Ming stared blankly at the screen.
Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, not knowing what to think.
She suddenly found it hard to distinguish whether she was looking forward to Sang Zhe reading her novel.
Or whether she wanted to talk to Sang Zhe.
“…Hmm.”
Frustrated, Bai Ming shook her head vigorously, sulking as she climbed out of bed.
“Bai Ming, what are you thinking?”
“Don’t look if you don’t want to! There are plenty of people willing to read my novels—there’s no shortage of him.”
“Someday, someone else will understand my story and everything I want to write.”
“Why does it have to be him?”
Bai Ming slapped her face, angrily pouting her lips, “I’m not waiting anymore. Time for a shower and sleep.”
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Moments later, in the bathing pool.
Her entire figure soaked in the water, Bai Ming, with her fragrant, damp hair, was leaning over the edge of the pool, the faint mist covering her fair shoulders and collarbone.
In front of her was her tablet, her eyes still lingering on Sang Zhe’s message.
“Hmm…” Her cheeks puffed up in frustration as she muttered, “Why hasn’t he replied yet?”
“Hmph, just die in bed holding your wives.”
“Reply quickly, reply quickly.”
“Look at my novel, look at my novel.”
Holding her tablet, she tossed and turned at the edge of the pool, dipping her head underwater and popping back up, causing the little maid preparing to assist her with dressing to look terrified and anxious.
Is our master… having some kind of hysteria?
“Ah.” Suddenly, a shout startled the little maid again.
In the bathing pool, Bai Ming excitedly stood up, unabashedly exposing herself, holding her tablet and shouting, “Finally replied!”
The screen displayed a short message from Sang Zhe.
It was about the novel she had written for him today.
“Barely passed this time. The female lead’s loneliness is the source of all tragedies—it’s a story I’m passably satisfied with.”
“Maintain this quality and keep up the hard work—two thousand words a day, no slacking off!”
“If you can’t write, you have to write anyway, or… hum hum. Don’t say I wasn’t polite!” He ended with a deliberately fierce warning.
However, Bai Ming didn’t pay much attention to those parts.
Her gaze lingered on the phrase “the female lead’s loneliness is the source of all tragedies.”
After a long moment, she murmured to herself, a bit dazed:
“He really…”
“…understood.”
At that moment.
Bai Ming didn’t even realize the gentle, soft smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
Bright as a blooming flower.
