Tang Yuehua, You Want to Steal This Too?

News of Pei An's return quickly spread throughout Spirit Hall.

This left some people bitterly disappointed.

They had eagerly hoped that Pei An and Bibi Dong would perish outside, allowing them to profit from the ensuing chaos.

Whether Qian Daoliu, who had not managed Spirit Hall for many years, returned to power, or the young Qian Renxue succeeded to the position, either outcome would have been a fine opportunity for them to gain benefits.

Yet in the end, such hopes came to nothing.

As long as Pei An remained, they did not dare make any rash moves.

Ghost Leopard Douluo's fate was still vivid in their minds. Half a year had passed, yet it remained unforgettable.

No one wanted to repeat his mistakes.

Pei An intended to deal with these people sooner or later.

Once a faction grew large, human nature ensured that parasites would naturally emerge.

Even Pei An could not completely eliminate such a phenomenon.

He could only take it slowly, dealing with them bit by bit and striving to keep the entire faction as clean as possible.

However, Pei An had no time to concern himself with such matters for the moment.

In his office, two beautiful figures stood facing each other. Both wore radiant smiles, yet the scent of gunpowder in the air grew stronger by the moment.

"Welcome back, Pope. I happened to prepare some Almond Cake, and when I heard you had returned, I brought some over."

"You must have been exhausted after spending the past half year away, Pope."

Tang Yuehua placed the food box in her hands beside Pei An's desk and gently opened its lid. A faint, delicate fragrance wafted out.

Pei An's eyes lit up.

He truly had not eaten very well during his time in the City of Slaughter.

Although his status in the City of Slaughter was beyond question, and it could be said that he could have anything he wanted, that place simply had no good food to speak of.

Pei An was not particularly particular about food, nor did he have many favorite dishes. Tang Yuehua's Almond Cake was an exception.

Having gone half a year without tasting it, the familiar fragrance stirred his appetite when he smelled it again.

"Thank you for the trouble, Miss Yuehua." Pei An picked up the matching silver chopsticks from the box, lifted a piece of Almond Cake to his lips, and took a gentle bite. His expression was one of satisfied reminiscence.

At the sight, Tang Yuehua's smile deepened further.

"What a coincidence. We happened to return this afternoon, just in time to find Miss Tang making pastries."

Bibi Dong smiled without any warmth.

Did she think Bibi Dong would believe that?

What decent person finished making pastries at exactly three in the afternoon, made so many of them, and just so happened to make A'an's favorite Almond Cake?

Was it for afternoon tea?

Bibi Dong knew perfectly well that Tang Yuehua had no habit of drinking afternoon tea.

In her eyes, Tang Yuehua had only made these pastries after hearing that they had returned.

For soul masters, shortening the time needed to make pastries was not especially difficult.

Many soul masters in Spirit Hall's food department could accomplish it.

Given the rumors that had previously spread between Tang Yuehua and Pei An in Spirit Hall, it would not have been difficult for her to ask them for help.

This woman was clearly trying to steal her man!

Bibi Dong had actually guessed correctly.

Tang Yuehua had indeed made the pastries after hearing that Pei An had returned.

But she refused to admit she was trying to steal anyone. She was merely repaying Pei An for helping her back then.

"I am happy as long as the Pope likes them. My cultivation is low, and I can only repay your past kindness in such an insignificant way."

A gentle smile appeared on Tang Yuehua's exquisite pretty face, making it difficult for anyone not to feel favorably toward her.

Of course, Bibi Dong was an exception.

Seeing Tang Yuehua's smile only annoyed her.

"Xue'er, have some too. You haven't tried Miss Yuehua's cooking before, have you?"

Pei An paid no attention to the clash between Bibi Dong and Tang Yuehua. Instead, he lowered his head and softly spoke to Xiao Qian Renxue, who was curled up in his arms.

Xiao Qian Renxue rubbed her little face against Pei An's chest before reluctantly lifting her head.

She shook her head. "Older Brother is wrong. Xue'er has tried Sister Yuehua's cooking before."

"Xue'er has tried almost every kind of dessert and pastry Sister Yuehua makes. They're much tastier than the things made in the hall!"

Pei An paused slightly at her words and looked at Tang Yuehua in confusion.

Tang Yuehua noticed his gaze and explained with a smile, "Xue'er passed by my courtyard once and happened to see me making pastries."

"She seemed to really want some, so I gave her a few."

Qian Renxue nodded in agreement. "Mm-hmm! Later, Xue'er thought Sister Yuehua's pastries tasted much better than the ones made by the Pastry Chefs in the hall, so Xue'er asked Sister Yuehua if she could come again later. Sister Yuehua agreed!"

"So whenever Sister Yuehua made pastries afterward, Xue'er got to eat them. Maybe Xue'er has even eaten more than Older Brother!"

Tang Yuehua smiled lightly. "This girl is so adorable that I simply could not bring myself to refuse her."

Having received praise, Qian Renxue proudly raised her little face.

Pei An's lips twitched slightly. Was that the point?

Qian Renxue eating food made by Tang Yuehua somehow seemed inappropriate, no matter how he looked at it.

Though the two did not bear any direct grudges, they could still be considered great enemies indirectly.

Could that old man Qian Daoliu really rest easy knowing Qian Renxue was eating things made by Tang Yuehua? Was he not afraid she might be poisoned?

In truth, when Qian Daoliu first learned that Qian Renxue had eaten something made by Tang Yuehua, he had indeed been thoroughly frightened.

He hurriedly summoned several high-ranking healing-type soul masters to give Qian Renxue multiple comprehensive examinations. Only after finding no problems did he finally relax.

At first, he had warned Qian Renxue not to eat at Tang Yuehua's place, but this extreme Granddaughter Fanatic simply could not withstand Qian Renxue's tearful pleas and reluctantly took a step back.

He had Qian Renxue bring the pastries back first for inspection. Only after confirming there were no problems would he let her eat them.

Xiao Qian Renxue felt that eating someone else's food while distrusting them was rather improper, but Qian Daoliu's attitude was firm, so she could only comply.

Xiao Qian Renxue's excuse to Tang Yuehua was that she wanted to bring some back for her grandfather to eat as well.

But Tang Yuehua, who had already guessed part of Qian Renxue's identity, understood the true reason perfectly well.

Still, she did not mind. She knew her own identity, and it was only natural for Qian Daoliu to be somewhat guarded.

If he had not been guarded at all, she would instead have thought him irresponsible as a grandfather.

As for poisoning Qian Renxue, Tang Yuehua had never once entertained such a thought.

There had not been much hatred in her heart to begin with, and even if there had been, she would never have involved a child.

Perhaps Qian Daoliu later sensed Tang Yuehua's feelings as well, because he loosened his restrictions on Qian Renxue somewhat.

Qian Renxue eventually stopped bringing the pastries back altogether, instead staying in Tang Yuehua's courtyard, listening to her play the zither while eating pastries.

Tang Yuehua also liked this little angel, delicate as a Porcelain Doll.

Over the past half year, the two had grown remarkably close.

Only Bibi Dong's mood became increasingly sour.

Sister Yuehua—how intimate...

Not only did this woman Tang Yuehua want to steal A'an from her, she even wanted to steal Qian Renxue, her Younger Sister?

Too much! This was too much!