Wasn't I Just Catering to All Kinds of Preferences?

"No. Unless you give me the book, or send me a copy." Bai Qiuyu clung to Wuma Xiu all the way to his house.

Wuma Xiu was still struggling to peel the plaster off his body, gritting his teeth as he did so:

"I've never seen such a shameless person as you! Get down here right now! Everything I said before was a lie, so get out of here."

He had truly never seen anything like it.

They had only known each other for a day when the other person clung to him and followed him all the way to his new home, which was also a first for them.

Bai Qiuyu loosened her grip upon hearing this, but she didn't leave, staring at him intently, her tone stubborn:

I don't believe it.

After he finished speaking, he looked around.

My gaze swept around the room and quickly settled on a row of rather eye-catching bookshelves, my eyes lighting up instantly.

"Can I read those books myself?"

Bai Qiuyu actually understood the other person's reluctance to share.

Because he himself is the same way.

He treasured every book and record about the God of Wealth of God of Wealth, and would never show it to anyone easily. That's why he was even more certain that the person in front of him must also have it.

Wuma Xiu followed his gaze and saw the row of bookshelves. Too lazy to argue, he casually waved his hand.

"Look around as you like. Just don't bother me."

Upon hearing this, Bai Qiuyu didn't stand on ceremony. She walked straight to the bookshelf, pulled out a book, and started flipping through it.

Wuma Xiu glanced at him, sighed, and turned to walk inside. This was his first time entering this new house, so he needed to explore and familiarize himself with the place first.

As for that God of Wealth believer outside, let him be.

As long as it doesn't bother me, I can watch it for as long as I want.

At this hour, Wuma Xiu was starving and it was time to cook.

He wanted something light for dinner, so he fried an egg, boiled some vegetables, and cooked a small handful of noodles.

Don't underestimate this simple bowl of food; in the restaurants of my past life, it would have cost at least eight yuan.

After frying the eggs and cooking the noodles, Wuma Xiu sat down at the table with his bowl and began slurping his noodles. As he ate, he glanced at Bai Qiuyu, who was sitting by the bookshelf holding a book, and shook his head.

He, a person with little faith, simply couldn't understand the other person.

Yes, Wuma Xiu has no faith.

When he had some free time, he had thought about whether he should believe in some god, become a believer in some god, and just have some fun with it.

But as soon as that thought popped into my head, the thought immediately came to mind, "What a load of rubbish!"

He himself was surprised that such a thought had come to mind.

After carefully sensing it, he understood.

He seems to look down on it.

Yes, that's exactly the feeling.

As Wuma Xiu thought about it, he shook his head and took another bite of the fried egg.

Just then, Bai Qiuyu ran over excitedly, carrying several books, and sat down on the other side of the table:

"I'm not going home tonight. I never imagined there were so many things I didn't know."

Wuma Xiu reminded him:

"Whatever you want. Also, you'd better tell your family, lest they think I kidnapped you."

It's best to avoid this kind of blunder.

"Okay, I understand. I'll tell them right away."

Bai Qiuyu's gaze remained fixed on the pages of the book, but her hands had already begun operating on the terminal.

He made a video call, which was quickly connected.

A figure appeared in mid-air.

The other person's face was exactly the same as Bai Qiuyu's when she had a cold expression.

What is it?

I'm not going home tonight.

"Um."

From beginning to end, Bai Qiuyu's gaze never left the book. Wuma Xiu, however, stared at the projection in shock, almost spitting out the noodles in his mouth.

It really is Bai Zhuyu.

"Is this your son?"

Bai Zhuyu was about to hang up when she suddenly heard an unfamiliar voice. Turning her head, she saw a person sitting opposite Bai Qiuyu, biting into noodles and looking at her with a shocked expression.

"Doesn't it look like it?"

He shouldn't have paid any attention to that, given how busy he was.

But as if by some strange twist of fate, Bai Zhuyu answered.

"Yes, quite similar."

Wuma Xiu glanced at Bai Zhuyu, then at Bai Qiuyu, and nodded.

It turns out he really was the other party's son.

Tsk tsk tsk.

He looks quite young, but his son is already so big.

"What is your relationship with him?" Bai Zhuyu asked.

He had never seen Bai Qiuyu so excited before, nor had he ever seen her voluntarily stay at someone else's house.

I guess he's seen some book about the God of God of Wealth again.

"Hey classmate, I just transferred here today, and your son's been clinging to me like glue, following me all the way to my house." Wuma Xiu wasn't afraid of Bai Zhuyu at all, and immediately started nagging. "I think you need to give me some compensation. Also, I don't want Star Coins."

Why isn't he afraid?

Please, he's seen it all.

This guy is just a bit cold, what's there to be afraid of?

"Okay, I'll have someone bring it over later."

Bai Zhuyu looked at him with a hint of admiration.

He never expected that a junior could remain so calm in the face of danger, and not only that, but also dare to knock his bamboo pole.

Not bad, not bad.

"If you have time, you can come to my house with that kid."

Wuma Xiu lowered his head and continued eating his noodles.

He was afraid that if he looked at it any longer, he would roll his eyes. That look of "appreciation for the younger generation" made him a little uncomfortable. The last time we met, you didn't treat me like this.

Bai Zhuyu: You weren't like this the last time we met.

Bai Qiuyu found them too noisy and hung up the phone.

But not long after, as he flipped through the pages, his brows furrowed little by little, and a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.

Why do these records not match what I remember?

He pointed to the pages of the book, then turned to ask Wuma Xiu.

"Look here, it says the God of Wealth actually likes the God of Poverty? Why? I clearly remember that the God of Wealth and the God of Poverty have always been opposites. Every file I've gone through says that. And this..."

He turned another page.

Why is it said that the God of Wealth also likes the Sea God? And why does this God of the Sea God have so many suitors?

This series of questions successfully made Wuma Xiu, who was engrossed in slurping his noodles, suddenly look up.

What is the question they are asking?

How could he not know that the God of Wealth likes these things?

He put down his chopsticks, got up and walked over, glancing down at the pages of the book.

Ugh, what an eyesore of content!

He flipped through the cover again.

Ugh, what kind of cover is this?

He glanced at the author's signature again.

Oops, this is... no, this author's name.

Wuma Xiu stared at the signature for two seconds, and the truth immediately became clear.

He coldly transmitted his thoughts in his mind:

[System, don't you want to say something about successfully blinding me with your eyesight?]

Su Qingci is no longer the Su Qingci once was.

In the past, he would have burst out laughing on the spot.

But now, he had already discovered this, he just kept quiet about it.

He had initially held onto some hope.

If Bai Qiuyu had simply taken the book away, or just kept reading without asking any questions, then the matter would have been over and it wouldn't have been his problem. But of all things, the other party asked.

Su Qingci, with a forced smile, held her head and carefully explained, "Host, um... I did ask for your opinion on this. It was the Sea God who told me to write it this way, I had no choice. You know, I finally got your approval, and my inspiration just exploded, I couldn't stop writing."

"Yes, yes, I noticed that too." Wuma Xiu said expressionlessly, "Even random pairings aren't this good."

"I'm just... fulfilling all sorts of needs," Su Qingci, her voice growing softer as she spoke.