Chapter 6: The Boss's Pretentious Mode

  Xun Qing looked at her stunned expression and asked in surprise: "Ling Er, do you know him?"

  ... Fang Xiaoling was on the verge of tears and wanted to say no, but was suddenly hugged by that delicate little doll.

  The little doll looked up with a silly smile on his face and said: "Sister, let's play together."

  "Azhi, you're being rude. Aren't you going to come back?" The young man walked over, seemingly wanting to drag that little girl back. The black brocade robes spun around in a circle, and that bright red color jumped and floated in mid-air, pressing down on Fang Xiaoling until he shuddered - He had indeed arrived...

  "What are you... talking about?" The woman furrowed her brow and looked at the child in her arms, who was empty-handed, with a puzzled expression.

  A Zi tightly hugged Fang Xiao Ling and wouldn't let go, her big black eyes shining brightly. Fang Xiao Ling couldn't bear to pull her away. "Miss, aren't you right here? Why can't she see you when we all can?"

  "I..." A dry throat, unsure of what sound to make, Fang Xiaoling helplessly looked at Xun Qing, while Xun Qing was staring blankly at the young man standing with his hands behind his back, lost in thought.

  "Sister, let's go play over there, it's so annoying with all these grown-ups here." The little doll pointed to the riverbank not far away and dragged Xiaoling to the side, obviously not wanting her to stay there.

  Xun Qing saw Fang Xiaoling about to be taken away by the little doll, and immediately grabbed her arm, trying to stop her. Her eyes glared at the little doll without any politeness. Fang Xiaoling thought that it would be good to stay here anyway, at least she wanted to know what the boss was planning. After all, she was a thousand-year-old demon spirit, and she knew very well that the boss had appeared here for a reason. If he just wanted to monitor her, there was no need to go through so much trouble, so his goal...

  "The room is small, remember the rules of the game. This is handed over to the boss, now follow me." Ah Zi's voice coldly inserted at her moment of hesitation, Fang Xiaoling was somewhat flustered and lowered her eyes, just in time to see his smiling gaze. A chill ran up her spine, she bit her lip, and her eyes gradually turned cold.

  "Ling'er, what's wrong? Is something uncomfortable?" Xun Qing felt the arm in his hand tremble slightly and couldn't help but ask aloud.

  The little house spirit slowly shook her head, and when she lifted it again, she was smiling faintly. She subtly pried open his hand and said, "I'm fine. Your mother must have something to say to you, so I won't disturb you. Besides, someone can see me, and I'm really happy."

  "Want to play trampoline? Sister will take you there, okay?"

  The little doll shook her hand and was very happy: "Great, great, I love jumping houses the most."

  Xun Qing saw that she was not seriously hurt, and the one by her side was just a child, so he let her go. He only affectionately rubbed her nose and jokingly said: "You're already so old, but still acting like a child. Go ahead, don't go too far."

  "Good." Fang Xiaoling smiled and held Little Doll's hand, skipping along as they walked towards the riverbank.

  And all of this, to that woman, was simply unbelievable. In her eyes, she only saw a little doll talking to itself, and yet the two big men beside her didn't think it was abnormal at all. Could it be... that she herself was the one who wasn't normal?!

  "Master, look..." The woman asked hesitantly, "Is my child really..."

  The young man seemed to have just realized that he had left her hanging for a long time, and with a slight bow of his head, apologetically said: "Your child is certainly not having any problems."

  "But..." The woman furrowed her brow, seemingly feeling that something was off, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.

  "The five elements and yin-yang have their own fixed numbers. One doesn't need to worry too much about it." The man smiled lightly, his expression profound and unfathomable. "If this child can pass the three-month ordeal, he will surely rise to greatness. A hidden dragon in a deep pool, how could he be submerged in such a lowly place?"

  "What is fate?"

  The Buddha said: "Cannot be said, cannot be said..." The man's index finger lightly touched his lips, and his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. In the invisible midst, he actually stunned the woman, even forgetting to ask about that demonic affair.

  "The backyard mansion is indeed filled with yin energy, but that's just because this old house has been around for a long time and there was some deviation in the selection of its feng shui location. Don't worry too much about it." The man continued, "The way of heaven is to follow nature. Non-action is actually taking action, and taking action is actually non-action. Madam, take care of yourself."

  The woman was taken aback, looking at the man with a bewildered expression. "What do you mean, Master?"

  "Heaven's secrets cannot be revealed. One should not speak too much, nor listen to too much, nor see too much. The principles of the world are all like this. Sir, what you said is reasonable?" A calculating glint flashed in the man's phoenix-like eyes, but was quickly covered up by a warm and gentle expression.

  "...". The woman blinked, feeling that she was still inexperienced, but her own child was the most important. She couldn't help asking again, "Master, I have a request to make, I don't know if Master..."

  "It doesn't matter what you say."

  "I beg of you, Master, to stay in this place for three months and ensure my child's safety." The woman made a bow and then knelt down with a thud.

  "Mother, no..." Xun Qing hurriedly tried to pull his mother up from the ground, this kind of great courtesy even princes and nobles could accept.

  "Shut up." The woman rebuked him lightly, then bowed to the man who looked half her age. One bow for respect; two bows for a teacher; three bows...

  The young man smiled and helped her up, saying: "Madam, there's no need to be so polite. We should do our best, I get along well with your child, why don't I just become his teacher here?"

  "Alright, alright, alright..." The woman's eyes were filled with tears, and her hands, clasped in Xun Qing's, trembled slightly. "Qing'er, aren't you going to thank the master?"

  Xu Qing furrowed her brow, vigilantly staring at the young man, her lips tightly pursed, refusing to utter a single word.

  The man did not take it as a taunt and said calmly: "Still calling me Master?"

  "Right, right, Qing Er, hurry up and pay your respects to your master."

  Xun Qing almost squeezed out the two words from between his teeth, "Master." In a daze, he felt something strange on top of his head, that warm, soft sensation was very unfamiliar but somehow made him want to cry. He looked up and met the man's deep eyes, in those black pupils he saw his own weakness and helplessness, he saw his own frailty.

  Perhaps this person didn't have any malicious intentions; perhaps it's not a bad thing for him to be my master.

  Not far away, in the dense thicket of grass, two pairs of eyes were staring stealthily, not blinking for a moment, savoring this sneaky feeling.