Ye Lingling: This "Servant" is a Bit Too Handsome

(Xiao Wu beautiful image)

Xiao Wu bit her lip and rolled her eyes in her heart.

She wanted to see Lin Jiang more and more.

But she couldn't right now. She had to steady Tang San and Tang Hao first; she couldn't alert the enemy.

As for this sausage seller...

Xiao Wu silently noted Oscar's name in the little notebook in her heart.

Ning Rongrong stood where she was, watching the scene before her, her mind a chaotic mess.

How could it be exactly the same as what the Simulator said?

Dai Mubai, Tang San, Oscar...

The names matched.

The personalities matched.

Those lecherous words and actions also matched.

Then, what about the other things the Simulator mentioned...

Ning Rongrong lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously clenching the corner of her clothes.

She began to waver a little.

She muttered to herself, her voice so soft that only she could hear it.

"That Lin Jiang... does he really exist?"

But...

"Why would the three of us actually fight to be his wife?"

Ning Rongrong's face turned red again.

She bit her lip, feeling more unconvinced the more she thought about it.

"Just how outstanding is this person? Is it really worth it?"

She paused, and the content the Simulator mentioned popped into her mind again.

"...Is he really that outstanding?"

Her voice grew quieter and quieter, eventually turning into a mosquito's hum.

"Rongrong? Let's go!"

Up ahead, Xiao Wu turned back and called out.

Ning Rongrong snapped back to reality and hurriedly followed.

After walking two steps, she couldn't help but look back toward the village entrance.

There was nothing there.

She turned back around and quickened her pace, though in her heart, she was wondering:

Where is that Lin Jiang right now?

The next day.

Dugu Manor.

Lin Jiang rose early.

He stretched, feeling refreshed and invigorated, his entire body clear and light.

Outside the window, the sunlight was perfect, filled with the songs of birds and the scent of flowers.

Beside him, Dugu Yan had also woken up.

She tried to move—

"Hiss..."

Her waist was sore and her back ached, as if her entire body had been run over by a carriage.

She turned her head to look at Lin Jiang, her eyes filled with resentment.

"Lin Jiang, did you beat me while I was asleep last night?"

Lin Jiang spread his hands, looking completely innocent.

"My fault?"

Dugu Yan blushed and didn't respond.

She tried to get out of bed, but her legs went soft, and she nearly collapsed to the floor.

Her legs were weak and trembling; she couldn't muster any strength at all.

She gripped the edge of the bed, slowly sat back down, and let out a long sigh.

"Well, looks like I don't have to go to school again today..."

Lin Jiang leaned against the headboard, watching her state, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

This little girl won't be able to recover for a few days now.

Dugu Yan rolled her eyes at him and retreated back into the covers, leaving only a pair of emerald green eyes exposed.

"Go do your own thing, I'm going to lie down for a while longer."

Lin Jiang shook his head with a smile and got up to get dressed.

He went to the guest room and closed the door.

He took out the Golden Dragon Carving Knife he had obtained last night from his storage ring.

The golden blade shimmered in the morning light, and the ruby at the dragon's eye glowed faintly.

"I have the carving knife." Lin Jiang examined it over and over. "But where am I supposed to find the raw materials?"

He pondered for a moment.

Soul Tool crafting required various metal ores and soul beast materials, and he didn't have much of those on hand.

He couldn't exactly go mining himself, could he?

Lin Jiang put away the carving knife and rubbed his chin.

"Should I go find Xue'er?"

What kind of materials couldn't she get her hands on?

He stood up and pushed the door open to leave.

The sun was just right; it was a good day to go out.

Lin Jiang stepped out of the room, leisurely finished his breakfast, and arrived in the courtyard, just about to head toward the main gate.

At that moment, a series of knocks came from outside the gate.

"Yan'yan! Are you there?"

"Yan'yan!"

The voice was soft, carrying a hint of urgency.

Lin Jiang paused his steps and tilted his head to listen.

"Hm? Judging by the voice, she should be around the same age as Dugu Yan." He rubbed his chin. "Who could it be?"

He walked toward the main gate and pulled back the bolt.

Standing outside the door was a girl of about eighteen or nineteen.

She had a slender, graceful figure, wrapped tightly in a black outfit, with a black veil covering her face, revealing only a pair of exceptionally beautiful, large eyes.

Waterfall-like blue hair cascaded down her back, the ends slightly curled, fluttering gently in the morning breeze.

Those eyes were the same color as her hair, clear as a pool, without a trace of impurity.

Her long eyelashes curved slightly upward, and with every blink, they seemed to speak.

Seeing that the person who opened the door was a strange young man, she instinctively lowered her head and took half a step back.

"Um..." Her voice was very small, carrying a hint of timidity. "Is your... young miss... why didn't she go to school again today?"

Lin Jiang leaned against the doorframe and sized her up.

"Hm? May I ask who you are?"

The girl lowered her eyelids, twisting the corner of her clothes, and said softly, "I am Ye Lingling... I was very worried about Yan'yan, so..."

Lin Jiang understood.

Ye Lingling, a student at Heaven Dou Royal Academy, and a good friend of Dugu Yan.

"She's doing just fine." Lin Jiang stepped aside. "I'll take you inside."

Ye Lingling finally looked up, preparing to thank him—

Then she froze.

The "servant" in front of her seemed a bit too handsome.

With sword-like brows and star-bright eyes, a straight nose bridge, and features so refined he looked like someone who had stepped out of a painting.

He wore a simple, plain-colored long robe, yet it carried an indescribable air of nobility on him.

His temperament didn't look like that of a servant at all.

Ye Lingling blinked, then quickly lowered her head again.

She wasn't very comfortable talking to strangers, so she just whispered a "thank you" and followed Lin Jiang inside.

After walking a few steps, she couldn't help but sneak another glance at Lin Jiang's back.

Broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his pace steady and unhurried as he led the way, yet he showed no signs of being servile.

Ye Lingling couldn't help but mutter to herself in confusion.

Could this person... really be a servant of Dugu Manor?

She lowered her head, following silently behind and not daring to look any further.

Lin Jiang led Ye Lingling through the front courtyard, around the veranda, and arrived at the living room outside the bedroom.

"Yanyan, your friend is here to see you."

He called out toward the inner room, then sat down in a chair and poured a cup of tea.

Ye Lingling stood at the doorway, her heart beginning to murmur with doubt.

Yanyan?

He called her "Yanyan," not "Miss."

Is this person not a servant?

Dugu Yan's voice drifted out from the inner room, carrying a hint of panic.

"Hm? Is that you, Lingling?"

As Ye Lingling walked into the room, she saw Dugu Yan wrapped in a quilt, leaning against the headboard with her long, greenish hair spread across the pillow. Her complexion was rosy, but she looked... guilty, no matter how one viewed it.

"Yanyan, why are you still lying in bed?" Ye Lingling hurried over, looking her up and down. "Are you alright? You haven't been coming to training lately, and I've been a bit worried about you."

Dugu Yan's gaze flickered uncertainly between Lin Jiang and Ye Lingling, her face growing redder by the second.

"Uh... that... I'm fine."

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum, her fingers clutching the corner of the quilt tighter and tighter.

Ye Lingling's gaze fell upon the head of the bed—two pillows.

They were placed side by side, both showing signs of having been slept on.

She looked back at Dugu Yan—rosy complexion, shifty eyes, and faint red marks visible on her neck.

Following Dugu Yan's gaze, she looked out—Lin Jiang was sitting in the living room drinking tea, his demeanor composed, looking nothing like a servant.

A "boom" went off in Ye Lingling's mind.

She looked at Dugu Yan, then at Lin Jiang, and finally back at the two pillows.

Could it be...

Is this pretty boy Yanyan's boyfriend?

No, that can't be right.

Dugu Yan's boyfriend should at least be someone with a background and strength like Yu Tianheng.

Then, this pretty boy...

Ye Lingling's face flushed bright red.