Volume 1: Turbulence on Earth Chapter 8: The Old Lady of Late Autumn? (Female Lead Makes Her Debut, Vote for Tickets!)

  Murong Wanqiu looked at the little scoundrel in front of her with a mixture of shyness and annoyance. She naturally recognized Ouyang Jieyu, having spent half a day admiring that painting today. However, she hadn't expected to meet him under such circumstances. Originally, seeing him gaze longingly at her had made her feel secretly pleased - after all, she had always been confident in her appearance. But then he asked, "Who are you?" Murong Wanqiu couldn't help but feel a sense of crying and laughing at the same time. Now that they were married on paper, legally speaking, she was already his "wife".

  Thinking of this, her face turned red again, what to do? Am I supposed to be your wife? That's embarrassing, just when she was at a loss for words, the maid happened to come out and interjected: "Young master, you're back, young madam has just started eating too, I'll go get you a bowl and chopsticks."

  "Little Madam?" If Yu Yang was just shocked by Mu Rong's beauty earlier, this time she was completely stunned by the phrase "Little Madam". Calling him Young Master and her Little Madam, even a fool would know what it meant. Oh my god, this... is his wife?? When did he marry such a beautiful wife?

  Seeing the maid take away the bowls and chopsticks, Ouyang Jiayu couldn't help but walk over to Murong Wanjia's side and sit down, carefully asking: "Uh... Miss, is there something... some kind of misunderstanding between us?" He scratched his head and continued: "How come I don't remember when I married such a beautiful wife?"

  Murong Wanqiu couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter, and gave Ouyang Jieyu a glance. The natural charm and beauty of that glance made Ouyang Jieyu, an old bachelor who had lived for nearly 100,000 years, become dizzy and disoriented, losing track of time. Murong Wanqiu looked at Ouyang Jieyu's expression and almost laughed out loud again, her face flushing red as she suppressed her laughter and said in a low voice: "I am Murong Wanqiu of the Murong family."

  Murong Wanqiu? Ouyang Jieyu looked puzzled and shook her head, but suddenly her eyes lit up as she recalled the little girl from twelve years ago at her birthday banquet. She thought to herself that it was good that she had a good memory, and couldn't believe that the little girl back then had grown up to be so beautiful and become her wife. Although she didn't know what was going on, she suspected that it must have been her grandfather's doing, no wonder he had hurriedly called her back from the military district saying he had a surprise for her, turns out this was his plan all along.

  Ouyang Jueyu smiled and said, "So you were that little girl at Sheng Ri's birthday banquet back then."

  At this time, the maid also brought out the bowls and chopsticks. Ouyang Qiuyu had already reached the Golden Elixir stage, so he could eat or not eat as he pleased. However, with such a beautiful woman accompanying him for dinner, even if it killed him, he would still have to eat. It's just that with his scattered mind period cultivation, even if he wanted to stuff himself to death, it was impossible.

  They hastily finished dinner, mainly because Murong Wanqiu was stared at by Ouyang Jieyu all the time, how could she have an appetite to eat? So after eating half a bowl, she stopped eating. Since Murong Wanqiu didn't eat, Ouyang Jieyu naturally wouldn't eat either, because his mind wasn't on eating at all.

  Ouyang Jiayu looked at the beautiful and moving Murong Wanqiu in front of him, for the first time having the urge to understand a woman's thoughts, but not knowing where to start. After thinking for half a day, he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Wanqiu, how did you end up here?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he couldn't help but silently scold himself for being so awkward.

  Murong Wanqiu had slowly gotten used to the brief interaction, without the initial tension when they first met. But seeing Ouyang Qiuyu calling out so intimately, her heart couldn't help but thump wildly, with a thick sense of shyness, she said: "It was Grandfather who arranged for me to live here, who...who knew you were also here."

  Ouyang Jiaoyu's eyebrows jumped, and as expected, but Grandpa and the others were too anxious, right? However, looking at Mu Rong Wanqiu's charming smile, Ouyang Jiaoyu couldn't help but reveal a hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth, silently adding in her heart that being a bit anxious wasn't bad either.

  Ouyang Jiayu looked up at the sky and let out a hearty laugh, saying "Late autumn, where am I sleeping tonight?"

  Murong Wanqiu's face flushed as she listened to the warm-toned question, her cheeks burning like a snow-covered plum blossom. Her heart was racing wildly, and she bit her lower lip, unsure of what to do. In this villa, due to Grandfather's "calculations", there were only three maids' rooms left besides the master bedroom. But how could she let him stay there? Not letting him stay would mean making him spend the night in the study? If she let him stay, wouldn't that mean she'd have to share a bed with him? Thinking of this, Murong Wanqiu's face turned red and white by turns, and for a moment, she was at a loss for words.

  Ouyang Jiayu watched her face change colors constantly, and couldn't help but secretly sigh, when did she become so thin-skinned, afraid that the warm question just now would anger her. The long-unused divine sense was used again, and everything in the villa appeared clearly in her mind. Ouyang Jiayu suddenly froze there.

  What did he see? Only to see the master bedroom hanging a huge portrait, in which he was embracing Mu Rong Wan Qiu's slender waist, and most importantly, on the desk, there was an open certificate with his name and Mu Rong Wan Qiu's name on it. The certificate was written with three big words: "Marriage Certificate". Ouyang Jueyu didn't care if Mu Rong Wan Qiu was angry or not, he quickly walked towards the master bedroom upstairs.

  Murong Wanqiu was just being asked a warm question by Ouyang Jieyu, and didn't know how to answer. Seeing Ouyang Jieyu pause for a moment and head upstairs without waiting for an answer, he thought it was just a joke and let out a sigh of relief. But thinking again, the only rooms upstairs were the master bedroom, study, and some "杂房" that couldn't be used as bedrooms, so his heart sank again, and he hastily followed after.

  Murong Wanqiu rushed upstairs and saw Ouyang Jieyu shaking her head, looking at the marriage certificate with a helpless expression. She couldn't help but feel annoyed - what was this expression? Was she disdainful of herself? Did she not match up to him? Thinking about it, a layer of mist welled up in her eyes, and just as she thought of turning around and leaving, never wanting to deal with this "bad egg" again, Ouyang Jieyu let out a sigh and said: "Am I that small-minded? These people have no professional ethics at all! They actually used my two-year-old photo to make a marriage certificate. If they wanted a photo, why didn't they just ask me? It looks so awkward now."

  In the corner of his eye, Mu Rong Wan Qiu saw Ou Yang Jue Yu's expression change from cloudy to sunny after hearing those words. A hint of conspiracy flashed in Ou Yang Jue Yu's eyes, but Mu Rong Wan Qiu didn't notice it. Although Ou Yang Jue Yu had no experience with girls, after the earlier awkward performances and some painful reflection, relying on his tens of thousands of years of experience combined with his skill at observing facial expressions, he began a self-taught journey to conquer her heart.

  Ouyang Jiayu waved the marriage certificate in his hand and smiled warmly, saying "Wife of Late Autumn?"

  Murong Wanqiu's heart was racing, her face flushed as she coquettishly scolded: "You... this little rascal, who... who is your wife?"

  Ouyang Jiayu looked at Murong Wanqiu with a smile that was not quite a smile, until Murong Wanqiu was about to get angry, then slowly and calmly said: "Uh... I'm going to the study room to go online."

  After Ou Yang Jiu Yu walked into the study, Mu Rong Wan Qiu pouted and hummed: "This little rascal is really bad to the bone, taking advantage of me, how annoying." But her crimson face was full of shyness, not a hint of annoyance.

  In the study, Ouyang Qiu Yu's hands danced nimbly on the keyboard, her speed so fast that if those renowned computer experts were to see it, they would surely be left speechless. Half a beat later, Ouyang Qiu Yu pressed the enter key and smiled lightly. Now, I reckon even the world's top hackers wouldn't be able to crack this computer's security system. If those top hackers were to find out that the unbreakable security system was just something Ouyang Qiu Yu had casually whipped up, they'd probably die from shame.

  Ouyang Jiayu glanced at the clock on her computer and found that it was already past eleven. A subtle, meaningful smile crept onto the corner of her mouth as she casually shut down her computer and headed to the bathroom.

  A moment later, Ouyang Jiaoyu walked towards the master bedroom wearing a bathrobe with an evil smile. She pushed the door gently and found it wasn't locked. Her smile grew warmer as she closed the door quietly and slowly approached the bed. When she reached the bedside, she saw Murong Wanqiu sleeping under the covers with her eyes tightly shut. However, Ouyang Jiaoyu keenly noticed that Murong's heartbeat accelerated several times as she drew closer, and her slender body trembled slightly. Was she pretending to sleep? A hint of evil smile flashed in Ouyang Jiaoyu's eyes, and her mind stirred. Her wet hair instantly dried, and then she slowly pulled up the covers and lay down beside Murong Wanqiu. Meanwhile, Murong continued to pretend to sleep with her eyes tightly shut, but her trembling body revealed her tense emotions.

  Half a response later, Murong Wanqiu found that Ouyang Qiuyu, who was leaning against him and sleeping, didn't make any moves. His tense mood slowly relaxed. In fact, she couldn't sleep at all. Before falling asleep, she had been struggling with the psychological struggle of whether to lock the door or not for half a day. If she locked the door, Ouyang Qiuyu could only stay in the study room, but wasn't she already someone's wife? Was it appropriate to treat him like this? If she didn't lock the door, wouldn't that mean sleeping with him together? What if he wanted to do something?

  After thinking about it for half a day, she finally couldn't bear to let him spend the night in the study room. Since she was already his wife, she might as well let him come in and sleep. If he wanted to do anything "bad", with her own martial arts skills, she should be able to restrain him. Thinking that she had already practiced the Liuyang Divine Art of her family to the sixth level, she felt slightly relieved. Now that she found out this little scoundrel didn't make any moves, her tense mood finally relaxed.

  He knew his limits, aware of the pros and cons, but before she could think further, a hand had already wrapped around her slender waist. Mu Rong Wan Qiu's body stiffened, and before she could react, the hand holding her tightened its grip. Mu Rong Wan Qiu's curvaceous body was pressed tightly against Ou Yang Jue Yu, the faint scent of his shower gel mixed with his masculine smell assaulting her senses. Her waist was firmly grasped by a strong and powerful hand, sending a tingling sensation coursing through her entire body, causing her stiffened body to weaken and slump down.

  Murong Wanqiu was shocked and, without thinking, struggled to get up from her pretended sleep. She had forgotten that she had already cultivated the sixth layer of the Six Yang Divine Art. Ouyang Qiuyu couldn't help but secretly lament, as he had only thought it would be funny to scare her while she was pretending to sleep. He hadn't expected Murong Wanqiu's figure to be so good, with her slender body tightly pressed against his under her thin nightgown, and the unique fragrance of a virgin stimulating his olfactory nerves. Ouyang Qiuyu's heart skipped a beat as his suppressed desire became hardened by Murong Wanqiu's weak struggles.

  Murong Wanqiu struggled weakly for a while, feeling something extremely hard pressing against the base of her thighs, making it unbearable. After a moment's pause, she came to her senses, and her face suddenly turned bright red. Trembling with rage, she said: "You little scoundrel, you...you're bullying me." Having spoken, she felt wronged, pouting her small mouth as if on the verge of tears.

  Ouyang Jiayu's eyes flashed with a hint of guilt, and she said softly: "Wan Qiu, don't be angry... uh... this... I didn't mean to, you won't get hurt if you just stay still, I'll just hold you like this while we sleep, okay?"

  I think Ou Yang Jiu Yu will just sleep with Murong Wan Qiu like this, and then throw the tickets over here! Hehe!