Seems Like I Like Her A Little Bit

The gloom on Jiang Junyi's face vanished in an instant as he dashed eagerly out of the study.

In the living room, Uncle Wu stood before an object draped in red cloth. "Young Master."

"Mm, everything's exactly as I asked for?" Jiang Junyi couldn't help checking.

"Absolutely no problem," Uncle Wu vouched.

He'd run himself ragged, ordered people to work through the night, and hadn't closed his eyes once to get this done.

All for his Young Master's big day today.

"Good, thanks for the hard work, Uncle Wu."

Jiang Junyi wheeled the gift toward the study.

"Here it comes~" He approached Wan Qingyun, took her hand, and placed it on the soft red cloth.

"Cloth?" Wan Qingyun was puzzled.

Was it clothes?

"No, no, no—this is to keep the ceremony. Now you can pull the cloth off."

Jiang Junyi stood beside her, smiling.

Wan Qingyun turned her face toward him suspiciously. Was this some kind of prank?

But what prank would be this much trouble?

Thinking that, she didn't hesitate. She yanked the red cloth off and reached forward.

Her fingers met something hard, but it wasn't cold to the touch—rather, it was quite warm.

"What is it?" Just from the feel, Wan Qingyun couldn't guess.

"Heh heh."

Jiang Junyi chuckled and, once again without warning, scooped her up.

"You! What are you doing now?"

Wan Qingyun's ears flushed red.

It was always like this!

"You'll know in a moment."

Jiang Junyi set her down on a wheelchair he'd specially custom-made.

"Feel it."

Wan Qingyun touched the armrests on both sides. That familiar texture...

"A wheelchair?"

"Yes, but I'd prefer you call it—the Cockpit of Love." Jiang Junyi bent down and whispered by her ear.

"Get lost!"

Wan Qingyun's forehead darkened with exasperation. A wheelchair was a wheelchair! What Cockpit of Love...

Still, this wheelchair seemed far from ordinary.

She ignored his sappy remark and instead focused on feeling the chair beneath her.

First, the wide armrests on both sides—no decorations.

But even so, resting her arms on them didn't feel cold at all; instead, they were pleasantly warm.

The seat cushion was made of some unknown material, incredibly soft.

And the backrest was ergonomically designed.

The moment she sat down, her lower back felt a wave of relief.

The wheels turned smoothly and fluidly, about twice as fast as her old wheelchair.

The footrests were perfectly positioned.

Wan Qingyun felt completely relaxed sitting in it.

"Like it? It's forged from Wan Hua Tear Jade, Crimson Gold Firestone, and Six-sided Ice Crystal—cool in summer, warm in winter."

"The overall color is a pale white, with very fine, faint red-and-blue streams running through the armrests."

"The lumbar area has a bit more Crimson Gold Firestone for soothing relaxation."

"In short, it's a perfect match for my Qingyun treasure!"

Jiang Junyi explained cheerfully.

Wan Qingyun didn't retort at his address this time, because she was lost in the image he painted for her.

Though she couldn't see, through imagination she could grasp that beautiful scene.

She knew Jiang Junyi must have put tremendous thought into this. Listening to his description, an indescribable emotion welled up inside her.

Jiang Junyi was wondering why she'd gone silent when he suddenly noticed the glistening tears streaming down her cool, elegant face.

He quickly crouched down and wiped away Wan Qingyun's tears. "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"

Wan Qingyun shook her head, but let out a soft laugh. "I do like it."

"It's just such a pity."

"I... can't see it."

Jiang Junyi froze for a moment, then took her delicate hands in his, speaking gently yet firmly. "It's okay. Even if it takes my whole life, I'll find a way to heal you."

In that moment, Wan Qingyun knew—Jiang Junyi had struck a chord in her heart that had lain silent for so long, stirring it deeply...

But how could she know that Jiang Junyi's heart had also fully blossomed for her in that instant?

Love begins without reason, and deepens with every step.

Jiang Junyi gazed at Wan Qingyun's face, tear-streaked yet cool and resilient.

For the first time, he blushed!

Damn, it seemed he really did like her—a whole lot!

He coughed twice and stood up. "Uh, how about I push you out to the courtyard for a stroll?"

"Alright."

This time, Wan Qingyun didn't refuse. Usually, after Wan Xiaoxiao went to school, she would just stay quietly in the study, not liking to go out alone.

Now, with Jiang Junyi's arrival, she felt a desire to go out and clear her mind.

Jiang Junyi pushed Wan Qingyun into the courtyard, feeling the gentle breeze and the warm sunlight.

Everything was so beautiful.

But both of them knew—this was only temporary.

Wan Qingyun already bore a heavy burden on her shoulders.

Ding~ Detected that the Pure Love target really likes the host's gift, heart racing wildly~ Pure Love Points +66!

Jiang Junyi heard the system's prompt and felt a surge of satisfaction.

He could date, earn Pure Love Points, and cultivate on his own.

What kind of heavenly life was this?

As the two enjoyed the warmth of spring, over at the Star Luo Orphanage, an applicant for the White Court had arrived.

Following Jiang Junyi's instructions, the White Court members didn't join all at once, but chose to send one person in first to test the waters.

Wang Hao, dressed in a black tactical-style outfit, walked into the Star Luo Orphanage.

It was still morning, so the tavern wasn't open, but the door was unlocked.

Wang Hao strode in with a powerful gait, his resolute, handsome face and clean, sharp buzz cut making anyone who saw him call him a true tough guy.

"Jingle jangle~"

The bell at the door rang. Virgo, who was meticulously cleaning, didn't lift her head and said coldly, "Sorry, we're not open for business right now."

Wang Hao looked at Virgo, the Star Lord, in her maid outfit. "Are you the person in charge here?"

Only then did Virgo look up at Wang Hao's words. "Sort of. What's the matter?"

"I'm here to apply for a job."

Virgo frowned. "We shouldn't have put out any recruitment invitations."

"Stars Emerge from the Sky Curtain, Black Palace Eternal."

As soon as Wang Hao spoke these words, Virgo instantly appeared before him.

Her beautiful eyes were sharp as knives, and the oppressive aura of a Grandmaster surged toward Wang Hao like a tidal wave. "How do you know that phrase?"

But Wang Hao, as calm as if nothing had happened, replied evenly, "My father has ties to the Black Palace. He seemed to sense something these past two days and sent me here specially."

"He said his body is already crippled, and he has no way to repay the Black Palace."

Hearing this, Virgo withdrew her aura.

She knew—this must be one of the old survivors from when the Black Palace suffered its catastrophic blow.

After all these years, he had chosen to let his descendant continue as a member of the Black Palace.

Virgo didn't doubt Wang Hao's identity, because only those of the Black Palace knew that phrase.

"What's your current cultivation level?" Virgo asked curiously. Wang Hao hadn't budged an inch under her pressure just now.

"Half-Step Grandmaster."

Virgo nodded. No wonder.

"In that case, you can stay at the shop. Later, based on your contributions, you'll have a chance to receive the Fate Lord's blessing, and breaking through to Grandmaster will be easy."

Virgo spoke as she walked back toward the mop she'd dropped, then paused slightly.

"What job can you handle in the tavern?"

Wang Hao frowned. "Security guard."