The Official Lights a Fire, But the Common People Can't Even Light a Lamp? Haji Wu, You Live Up to Your Reputation! (Seeking Follow-up Reads)

On the way back to Shrek, Ning Rongrong followed at Fu Qin's side, her eyes filled with hearts.

"Not bad, not at all!"

Dean Flender walked at the very front, his usual stinginess with praise nowhere to be found. He glanced at Ning Rongrong beside him, his tone carrying a hint of complexity.

"The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda truly lives up to its reputation; the continent's number one support spirit is no empty title. Coupled with your innate soul power of level nine, your future is boundless."

Ning Rongrong lifted her chin, her face full of arrogant pride, yet she stole a glance at Fu Qin, a subtle, imperceptible smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

She knew this victory relied more on Fu Qin's raw strength, but being recognized by Flender still made her feel sweet inside.

However, her young mistress temper hadn't changed. She huffed, "That goes without saying. Don't you know who I am?"

Flender rolled his eyes and didn't respond, clearly helpless against her personality, though the approval in his eyes remained hidden.

Ning Rongrong, this golden nugget, had indeed landed in the "beggar's den" that was Shrek. With her here, the overall strength of Shrek would undoubtedly rise to a new level.

Fu Qin chuckled inwardly; the result of this soul fight was both expected and somewhat surprising.

He had known of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda's power, but experiencing the strength of three stacked buffs firsthand still felt heaven-defying.

As he pondered, Dai Mubai suddenly patted Tang San on the shoulder, his tone suggestive.

He whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"San, it's rare that we won the soul fight tonight. Want to go find some fun in Suotuo City with us? I've already told the madam there to save three of their top girls. If you go, I'll give you one of them, brother."

Ma Hongjun immediately leaned in, his face lecherous.

"Yeah, yeah, San, go and see for yourself! It'll definitely open your eyes!" Oscar chimed in from the side.

A flicker of hesitation crossed Tang San's face, his eyes subconsciously drifting toward Xiao Wu not far away; he was clearly tempted.

But when he saw Xiao Wu's gaze suddenly turn cold, his heart jolted, and he immediately waved his hands.

"No, no, I need to go back and cultivate. I won't go."

Seeing this, Dai Mubai and the others gave up, teasing him about being "henpecked" before walking toward Suotuo City with their arms around each other.

Fu Qin watched it all, a playful smile curling his lips.

Tang San's reaction was just like in the original story; his care for Xiao Wu was bone-deep.

And the way Xiao Wu acted like she was guarding her food made Tang San's heart warm.

"Ah!"

Just then, Ning Rongrong's body swayed as if she had slipped, and she nearly fell.

Fu Qin instinctively reached out to steady her waist, feeling the soft, delicate skin and the unique fragrance of a young girl.

"What's wrong?" Fu Qin asked, looking down with a hint of concern.

Ning Rongrong's cheeks flushed, her eyes darting away as she lifted one foot slightly, saying aggrievedly, "I think I sprained my ankle. It hurts so much."

Just as Fu Qin was about to bend down to check, Tang San suddenly stepped forward and said with a sincere expression.

"Fu Qin, let me carry Rongrong. You exhausted yourself quite a bit in the soul fight; you should rest."

As soon as he said this, not only did Ning Rongrong frown, but Xiao Wu's expression turned instantly ugly.

Ning Rongrong flatly refused, her tone filled with undisguised disgust.

"Get lost, I don't want you carrying me."

Xiao Wu's eyes turned cold, and her heart exploded with rage.

What did Tang San mean by that? Knowing full well that Ning Rongrong was his brother's future girlfriend, he still wanted to carry her?

Was he trying to keep a foot in two boats, wanting to please her while also hitting on Ning Rongrong?

Trying to hit on his own brother's future woman—it was pure delusion!

"Tang San, get lost!"

Xiao Wu didn't give Tang San a chance to explain. Her figure flashed, soul power surged beneath her feet, and she delivered a whip kick that whistled through the air, slamming hard into Tang San's cheek.

Tang San hadn't expected Xiao Wu to strike so suddenly. Caught off guard, he couldn't react in time. He only felt a massive force hit his face, and he flew backward like a broken kite, crashing heavily into the bushes dozens of meters away and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Fu Qin was stunned for a moment; he hadn't expected Xiao Wu to be so ruthless.

But it seemed perfectly normal; after all, Tang San was trying to poach his own brother's girl right in front of her.

After kicking Tang San away, Xiao Wu turned to look at Ning Rongrong. There was a hint of imperceptible hostility in her eyes, but she suppressed her jealousy and said, "Rongrong, let me carry you. Fu Qin is too tired."

Ning Rongrong frowned, clearly reluctant, but seeing Xiao Wu's unyielding expression—and knowing her own sprained ankle was faked—she had no choice but to nod.

Xiao Wu crouched down, letting Ning Rongrong climb onto her back. As she stood up, she gave Fu Qin a reproachful look, appearing exactly like a small beast asserting its territory.

Fu Qin chuckled to himself and walked quickly to Tang San's side, reaching out to help him up.

Tang San rubbed his swollen cheek, blood still staining the corner of his mouth, his face full of grievance and regret.

"Fu Qin, that's not what I meant. I just... sigh, Xiao Wu misunderstood me."

"I know," Fu Qin patted his shoulder, his tone carrying a hint of mockery.

"Third Brother, you need to think before you speak next time. After all, you know how Sister Xiao Wu is; she doesn't tolerate even a grain of sand in her eyes."

Tang San nodded with a bitter smile, cursing himself a thousand times over in his heart, secretly vowing never to meddle in other people's business again.

As the group returned to Shrek Academy, Xiao Wu handed Ning Rongrong over to Zhu Zhuqing, then turned to look at Fu Qin, her eyes filled with deep resentment and a trace of hard-to-detect urgency.

She even deliberately winked at him, the meaning couldn't have been more obvious.

"Come find me quickly."

Fu Qin understood, and after bidding Tang San farewell, he slipped out of everyone's sight.

Not long after.

He pushed open the door to Xiao Wu's room once again.

But no sooner had he entered than a soft body threw itself into his arms.

"Fu Qin..." Xiao Wu's voice was sweet and coquettish. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his waist, her head buried in his chest, her eyes revealing undisguised resentment.

Fu Qin moved quickly, closing the door behind him, pulling her into his embrace, and lowering his head to press a kiss to her forehead.

"My dear Sister Xiao Wu, who has made you angry again?"

"It's all Tang San's fault!" Xiao Wu lifted her head, her eyes full of dissatisfaction.

"He already has a beautiful, kind, and generous girlfriend like me, yet he still wanted to carry Ning Rongrong on his back. I won't allow it!"

As she spoke, she stood on her tiptoes and took the initiative to kiss Fu Qin's lips, her movements tinged with a sense of urgency and possessiveness, as if she were declaring her sovereignty.

Hearing Xiao Wu's words, Fu Qin felt his worldview shatter slightly.

Good grief.

One is allowed to set fires, but the common folk aren't even allowed to light a lamp.

Haji Wu, you truly live up to your name!

Of course.

Xiao Wu's double standards at this moment had nothing to do with him.

After all, he was just a sunny, cheerful boy here to provide some warmth.

Between the two of them, only things that were "mutually consensual" would ever happen.