It Was Me~

Qin Jiu looked down.

He was at least two meters tall... his face was covered in a thick, bushy beard... his hair was also messy... his voice was extremely loud...

Qin Jiu's face gradually darkened.

"Slander."

"Ling Yu, how dare you blaspheme my My God!"

Qin Jiu raised her eyes and stared straight at Ling Yu. Her eyes, which were usually always smiling, were now devoid of any smile.

"Given the current situation, if you don't explain yourself clearly, our contract is over. As for the penalty for breach of contract, I will pay it to you."

Fat Orange looked at Ling Yu with schadenfreude.

"Xiao Jiu, calm down..."

Ling Yu began to explain to Qin Jiu, which led to another argument between the two.

Fat Orange couldn't listen anymore.

It jumped down from Qin Jiu's arms with a "whoosh," its four fleshy paws landing on the ground, its plump body swaying slightly.

To be honest, even one cat couldn't stand it anymore.

Although the owner is physically healthy, he is still essentially useless.

Well.

It's time for our Fat Orange cat to step in again.

It flicked its tail, darted its eyes around, glanced at the two people arguing, and then quietly slipped out the door.

Today is a good time; we just need to take that final step.

Let it serve as firewood.

Fat Orange secretly brought over the jar of wine that Qin Jiu had personally brewed.

The conditions are all met.

God of Wine sensed it.

Qin Jiu and Ling Yu went back and forth, one saying "Gods adorable," and the other saying "He's clearly a burly man with a thick beard," neither willing to back down an inch.

By the end, both of their throats were dry, and their voices gradually faded.

They finally stopped.

Qin Jiu subconsciously looked around, wanting to find a glass of water to moisten her throat. Ling Yu also took off his glasses, pinched the bridge of his nose, and sighed with a dry mouth.

--Take a sip of water first, then we'll debate.

Wuma Xiu had been sitting to one side for quite a while.

However, seeing how intense their argument was, he decided not to interfere.

After all, he is a very polite god.

If you ignore the corners of his lips that are turned up high.

This is so much fun!

He deliberately said that to Ling Yu back then, precisely for this reason.

Wuma Xiu was holding the Fat Orange in his arms.

The Fat Orange squinted its eyes, its tail tip swaying gently.

Wuma Xiu looked at them with a smile, and when they stopped, he clapped his hands three times.

"Clap, clap, clap."

"Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant."

Qin Jiu and Ling Yu both froze.

The two people turned their heads and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Then their expressions varied.

Qin Jiu's pupils dilated, her gaze falling on Wuma Xiu, on that face she hadn't seen for seven years, yet had never forgotten for a moment.

He never expected it to happen so suddenly.

And Ling Yu...

Ling Yu was stunned.

He saw someone.

A very good-looking person, so good-looking that they don't seem real.

No, it's just this feeling of déjà vu.

Isn't this exactly like the Deity Statue of God of Wine?

Wait, the Deity Statue of God of Wine has come to life?

No, if the Deity Statue God of Wine came to life, wouldn't that be... God of Wine himself?

What's going on?

"My friend, it's been seven years. It seems you're doing quite well."

Wuma Xiu put down the Fat Orange in his arms, stood up, and fixed his gaze on Qin Jiu.

That tone was so natural.

It was so natural, as if they had just met yesterday, and today was just another ordinary encounter.

He raised his hand, flicking his fingertips in the air.

The jar of wine that Fat Orange had secretly brought over and hidden in the corner floated over and landed in Wuma Xiu's palm.

The jar was slightly cool to the touch, and the seal was intact.

There was still a single orange cat hair stuck to the bottom of the jar.

Wuma Xiu glanced down at the wine jar in his hand, then looked at Qin Jiu and shook the jar.

"Weren't you going to call me? Why is my wine sitting there?"

At this moment, Qin Jiu's mind felt like a million threads were churning and tangling, impossible to unravel.

He stared blankly at Wuma Xiu.

Finally, his gaze slowly shifted to the Fat Orange.

This jar of wine was brewed by his own hands.

He knew exactly where each jar of wine was stored. And this jar definitely shouldn't be in that corner.

So, besides Fat Orange, who else could have brought this jar of wine?

The culprit.

That's all.

The Fat Orange was originally squatting at Wuma Xiu's feet, its tail wrapped around its paws, with an innocent expression that said, "I don't know anything."

When Qin Jiu's gaze swept over, it narrowed its eyes, and the corners of its mouth seemed to curve upwards.

Meow~

[You're too kind, you useless master! Who told you to be so useless? You had to rely on the Fat Orange cat for help.]

Why are you looking at the Fat Orange? Could it be... that I'm not as good-looking as it?

The Fat Orange Cloud very tactfully wrapped itself around the Fat Orange and moved it to the side.

Wuma Xiu's eyes drooped slightly.

Seven years have passed since they last met. Could it be that the other person has already forgotten him?

Or is it that this round, chubby orange cat already holds a more important place in Qin Jiu's heart than he, the "god"?

Qin Jiu was stunned for a moment, then came to her senses.

"That's not it." He quickly took two steps forward, his tone more urgent than before, as if afraid the other person might misunderstand something. "I'm just... so overjoyed."

Yes, what a pleasant surprise!

He took two wine glasses from the side.

The wine in Wuma Xiu's hand flew out, automatically refilling the glass, which then floated towards him.

Qin Jiu picked up another cup.

Two jade white wine glasses gently touched in the air.

The sound was clear and short, like a "ding".

"It's been a long time. How have you been?"

"Well."

Ling Yu, located nearby, is currently undergoing a restart.

What exactly is going on?

A nerve in his brain was flashing a red light frantically, signaling to him:

You are witnessing something beyond your comprehension; please react immediately.

This must be God of Wine himself.

When Ling Yu came to this conclusion in his mind, the expression on his face was quite interesting.

His gaze began to wander aimlessly.

He looked at the sky, then at the ground, and finally his gaze fell back on the personal Lightbrain in his hand.

He only felt that the Lightbrain was a little too hot to handle.

Question: What should I do if the God of Wine finds out I've been spreading rumors about someone's appearance behind their back?

Ling Yu's temples started throbbing again.

Who was it that confidently told him that God of Wine looked like that?!

"It's me~"

Wuma Xiu put down his empty wine glass, pointed his index finger at himself, and looked at Ling Yu with a smile.

The rising tone at the end of that "oh~" carried a sense of openness and even a touch of smug frankness.

He even reverted to his original state for a second to prove he wasn't lying.

He looked at Ling Yu and blinked. "See, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Unfortunately, Ling Yu couldn't laugh at all.

At this moment, how large is the area of the shadow in his heart?