Handling the Aftermath

"Yu Heng, sometimes, being too smart isn't a good thing."

"Think about it. What if I suddenly got the urge to kill one day and ran a blade in and out of you? What would you do then?" Wang Dong'er's tone carried half seriousness and half teasing.

She said this mainly because she wanted to know just how tolerant Jiang Yuheng was of her.

After all, it had been a long time since her good uncle, the God of Destruction, had told her about Jiang Yuheng's past.

Therefore, even though Wang Dong'er had tried her best to suppress her curiosity, she couldn't help feeling curious when she finally met him in person.

Jiang Yuheng saw through Wang Dong'er's thoughts at a glance. Not only was he not angry, he instead threw back his head and laughed with delight.

"Can I take that to mean, 'I'll die beneath the peonies, but even as a ghost I'll remain amorous'?"

"Tell me the truth, Dong'er. If you really were the kind of person you described, I wouldn't have fallen for you at all."

"Then there would be no reason for me to abandon my position and come all the way down to Douluo Continent to find you."

As he spoke, he considerately took a cup of hot milk tea from his Spatial Ring. It was the three-sugar variety Wang Dong'er liked best, and he placed it in her hands.

Wang Dong'er didn't stand on ceremony. She carefully took a sip, confirmed that it wasn't too hot, and then gestured for him to continue.

"As for why I came looking for you, it's actually just a transmigrator's obsession with making a dream come true."

"Just as I told you back then, I like you. I didn't come here to use you or for any