Chapter 431: Do You Even Know What Timing Is?
Meanwhile, at the foot of the other side of Buqi Mountain, in the small village where Long Huan was temporarily staying.
“…What a disaster.”
Young Master Sang buried his face in his hands with a sigh.
“What’s wrong?” Yan Rouwan asked curiously while petting a cat beside him.
“Things seem to have escalated on Buqi Mountain.” Young Master Sang had a heavy face, “I can’t tell if they’re acting or if it’s the real deal anymore.”
“We might need to hurry up over here.”
“Even if you say that.” Yan Rouwan pouted, giving him a slightly resentful glare, “Sister Yubing and Aunt Yu still haven’t arrived. You don’t have enough actors!”
“Seriously, where are they?” Young Master Sang was anxious.
He had messaged Yu Xia last night, asking her to bring Tang Yubbing overnight to help him put on a show for Long Huan.
But here they were, in the afternoon, and still no sign of them.
At this rate, he didn’t know if the Demon Clan would break in or if the Human Clan would be wiped out by their own big shots.
“No more waiting.”
Young Master Sang sighed and turned to Yan Rouwan: “Let’s get this show on the road.”
“Eh?! Wait… wasn’t the female lead supposed to be me in your script?”
Yan Rouwan suddenly stepped back with some embarrassment, her tone stumbling: “I-I already had the landlord’s identity in this play, right? Changing roles now would raise suspicion from the Little Princess, right?”
“No choice. We can’t worry about that now.”
Young Master Sang earnestly patted Yan Rouwan’s shoulder: “It’s a last-minute script change; you’re up.”
“Eh!? But you haven’t even told me the script content—Hey!”
Yan Rouwan didn’t have time to resist as Young Master Sang grabbed her wrist, pulling her into the courtyard.
At that moment, Long Huan was sitting in the yard, idly staring at the blue sky.
Her eyes were a bit dazed, lost in thought.
…Ever since those strange hallucinations started a few days ago, her mind had been getting more and more muddled.
Everything before her felt like a dream.
It was as if she was trapped in a dream, unable to wake up.
Her mental state was increasingly foggy, and she looked more haggard.
“Sigh, this won’t do.” Long Huan sighed sadly.
“If this goes on, Zhe Er will worry.”
Just then, an excited voice chimed in: “Mom!”
Young Master Sang burst through the door, dragging along a bewildered and embarrassed Yan Rouwan: “I-I have something very important to tell you!”
“Zhe Er… and the landlord’s young lady?” Long Huan blinked, puzzled.
“Actually, I’ve already developed feelings for our landlord, Miss Yan, and we’ve privately agreed to be together for life!”
Young Master Sang stood in front of Long Huan, joyfully holding hands with Yan Rouwan: “Today, I came to ask you to be a witness; I want to marry Miss Yan!”
Long Huan: “?”
Yan Rouwan: “…ah?”
Long Huan was briefly surprised, but quickly a glimmer of joy passed through her eyes: “Really?”
“That’s wonderful! The first time I saw Miss Yan, I thought she would be perfect to be my daughter-in-law!”
“This marriage is approved by me, and you two better hurry up and give me a big fat grandson!”
“Don’t worry.”
Young Master Sang turned his head affectionately, gazing deeply at Yan Rouwan’s cheek: “I will treat Miss Yan well for a lifetime.”
Yan Rouwan looked at Young Master Sang with slightly dazed beautiful eyes, silently pondering something.
“Since that’s the case, I’ll find a chance to go to Miss Yan’s parents to ask for her hand…”
“Oh, and we need to prepare a betrothal gift. Looks like I’ll be busy now.” Long Huan seemed to be instantly invigorated, hurriedly rummaging through the house, and teasing Young Master Sang: “You little rascal, it’s not enough for you to have a mother already; you want to seduce Miss Yan!”
“Only because Miss Yan is beautiful and kind-hearted, she can tolerate you! Right, Miss Yan?”
“Ah? Um…” Yan Rouwan absentmindedly nodded, her beautiful eyes slowly looking down.
Young Master Sang secretly poked Yan Rouwan.
He gave her a meaningful glance, as if reminding her not to blow their cover.
Yet, Yan Rouwan was still somewhat lost in thought.
…“I want to marry Miss Yan.”
…“I will treat Miss Yan well for a lifetime.”
This guy.
He was pretty convincing in this act.
Almost.
She almost believed it.
“Let me think, the betrothal gift shouldn’t be too shabby; we can’t let our family seem like it’s taking advantage of the girl.”
While Long Huan was deep in thought about how to prepare the betrothal gift.
Suddenly, the door was kicked open again.
“Goodness!”
“I knew it! Young Master Sang hasn’t come to find me in a long time; he must be here to see you, you little vixen!”
Long Huan jumped in surprise, turning her head to see a beautifully dressed woman with heavy makeup and a seductive figure, angrily pointing at Young Master Sang and Yan Rouwan, who were holding hands.
“You vixen still have the nerve to hold Young Master Sang’s hand? Let go of him!”
Long Huan was perplexed.
Young Master Sang, however, let out a sigh of relief; he finally caught up.
Yan Rouwan stared blankly at her boss, Tang Yubbing, who looked at her as if she were a cheating fox, glaring fiercely.
Huh?
So this was the script, huh?
As soon as Tang Yubbing stepped into the courtyard, she charged up to them, forcefully pulling their hands apart, and then, with reddish eyes, confronted Young Master Sang:
“Young Master Sang, why don’t you want me anymore? What’s wrong with me compared to this vixen?”
“Sister Yubing, let me explain—”
“I don’t want to hear it!”
Tang Yubbing suddenly turned away with tear-filled eyes: “Have I not been gentle and considerate enough? Is it because I’m not as beautiful as this vixen?”
“Why, why did you abandon me? Didn’t you say we would always be together?”
Long Huan looked at Young Master Sang with confusion: “Zhe Er, who is this young lady…?”
Young Master Sang forced a smile, showing a weary expression: “Mom, this is all a romantic mess I created. Just let me handle it.”
A romantic mess… Long Huan nodded, looking pleased.
This Miss Yubing has a great figure too. Maybe she can have a few big fat kids in the future?
Young Master Sang then took the opportunity to whisper to Tang Yubbing: “Why are you so late?”
“Had to explain things back at the company, you know?”
“Then what was that earlier? That wasn’t in the script!”
“That’s because I was late, I had to connect to your scene with Miss Yan. Ever heard of improv?”
Young Master Sang stopped pressing her, though he felt a strange sense of unease.
Tang Yubbing had already quickly slipped back into character, looking at Yan Rouwan arrogantly: “What’s wrong, little vixen?”
“Do you realize you’re in the wrong, not daring to say anything?”
Yan Rouwan remained silent for a long time before finally looking up, her eyes shining clearly as she said:
“I’m stealing your man?”
“Do you think love follows a first come, first served rule?”
“He’s my boyfriend, and you’re just the ex-girlfriend.”
“Do you even know what timing is? Timing!”
