Fu Qin: Third Brother, rest assured, I will take good care of Sister-in-law

Post house room.

The morning light carried a hint of warmth, making the blush on Xiao Wu's cheeks appear all the more vivid.

She curled up on the inner side of the bed, her long eyelashes fluttering gently, her breathing steady yet tinged with an imperceptible laziness.

The lingering intimacy with Fu Qin from last night seemed branded into her very bones; every shift of her body pulled at a secret, aching soreness, causing her to knit her brows, though a trace of satisfied allure flashed in her eyes.

Tang San lay on the small bed opposite. When he woke, he happened to catch Fu Qin reaching out to tuck the quilt around Xiao Wu, his movements impossibly gentle.

Seeing Xiao Wu's rosy complexion and the amorous look in her eyes, then thinking of how Fu Qin had kept watch by the bedside all night, the gratitude in his heart surged like a tide.

Since his rebirth, he had always felt Xiao Wu's attitude toward him was somewhat distant, but looking at this now, he realized he had been overthinking.

Fu Qin was truly his best brother; not only had he cared for him meticulously while he was severely injured, but he was also looking after his "wife" with such devotion. This was a kindness he would surely repay in this lifetime.

"Fu Qin, thank you for your hard work." Tang San spoke, his voice still carrying a hint of weakness but unable to hide his gratitude. "Is Xiao Wu... alright?"

Fu Qin turned his head, a perfectly measured, gentle smile on his face, while he chuckled inwardly.

The notification on the

System Panel

had not yet vanished.

[Intelligence-Reducing Halo in effect. Tang San believes "Xiao Wu is just tired from not sleeping well last night, and with Fu Qin's care, Xiao Wu will not have any problems."]

Coupled with that favorability rating that had soared to 99, he felt this reborn Tang San was simply a pathetic cuckold.

"It's fine. Xiao Wu stayed up half the night watching over you and only caught some sleep in the early hours. Let her sleep a bit longer."

He spouted nonsense, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over Xiao Wu's reddened earlobes.

Recalling how she had surrendered beneath him last night, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

Xiao Wu was awakened by their conversation. She slowly opened her eyes, and upon seeing Tang San, she instantly switched back to her gentle, obedient persona, her voice soft and sweet: "Third Brother, you're awake? Is your body feeling any better?"

Only when she looked at Fu Qin did a flash of cunning and reliance dart through her eyes, much like a kitten that had successfully stolen a treat.

Remembering Fu Qin's roughness last night and the unbridled, blush-inducing things they had done right beside Tang San, her heart couldn't help but thump wildly.

Just then, the door was pushed open gently. Ning Rongrong walked in carrying a food box, her goose-yellow gauze dress making her look dainty and lovely, the softness at her chest swaying slightly with her steps.

"Brother Fu Qin, I bought breakfast. There are the meat buns and soy milk you like."

She first flashed a sweet smile at Fu Qin, then glanced at Tang San. Seeing him wolfing down his food without any decorum, her eyes were filled with disdain.

Tsk, this Tang San has no manners at all. To think he's Xiao Wu's boyfriend; he doesn't have the bearing of a powerhouse at all. His eating habits are just like a starving ghost reincarnated.

Ning Rongrong muttered to herself.

She turned and handed a plate of delicate osmanthus cakes to Fu Qin, her voice coquettish: "Brother Fu Qin, these are for you. I saved them especially for you."

Fu Qin smiled as he took one and popped it into his mouth; the sweet fragrance overflowed.

Seeing this, Xiao Wu struggled to get out of bed, but as soon as she lifted a leg, she stumbled, and a deeper flush instantly flooded her face.

She had been handled too ruthlessly by Fu Qin last night; her legs were still sore and weak, making it impossible to walk normally.

"Be careful!" Fu Qin quickly stepped forward to support her, his arm naturally wrapping around her waist. Feeling the delicate texture of her skin against his palm, he teased her in a low voice by her ear.

"No restraint last night, and now you know what it's like to suffer?"

Xiao Wu's cheeks turned beet red instantly. She pinched him, yet she still leaned tightly into his embrace, her voice as thin as a mosquito's hum: "It's all your fault..."

That tone, filled with feigned reproach, fell upon Tang San's ears as nothing more than Xiao Wu feeling unwell, making him even more moved by Fu Qin's thoughtfulness.

[Tang San favorability +5, current favorability 99]

The system notification popped up again, and the smile at the corner of Fu Qin's mouth deepened.

With the Intelligence-Reducing Halo, Tang San was practically a walking favorability ATM. Having a few more "brothers" like this wouldn't be a bad thing at all.

By noon, under Fu Qin's "meticulous care," Xiao Wu's body had mostly recovered. Aside from her soul power circulation still being slightly sluggish, preventing her from fighting at full strength, running and jumping were no longer an issue.

Wearing the new dress Fu Qin had bought for her, she skipped along beside him, reaching out to hook her arm through his from time to time, as close as could be.

Ning Rongrong followed behind the two, watching their uninhibited intimacy. She felt sour inside, yet there was nothing she could do.

She also wanted to be this close to Fu Qin, but every time, Xiao Wu beat her to it. She could only stomp her feet in secret, calculating how she could get Fu Qin to pay more attention to her.

Just then, a shrill scream suddenly came from the room next door.

It was filled with intense terror and struggle. "Let go of me! Dai Mubai, have you lost your mind?!"

"What's going on?" Fu Qin's expression shifted, and he was the first to rush out, with Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong following closely behind.

The three hurried to the door of the room where Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun were staying. The door was left ajar, and from inside came the sounds of Zhu Zhuqing struggling and Dai Mubai's excited shouting.

Fu Qin kicked the door open, his pupils constricting at the sight before him.

He saw Dai Mubai dressed in white, his usually evil, charming eyes now shining with startling intensity. His face was full of the wild joy of someone who had regained what was lost. He was gripping Zhu Zhuqing's wrists so tightly that she was frowning in pain, red marks already blooming on her skin.

"Hahaha!! I'm back, I've returned!!"

He shouted incoherently, the affection and ecstasy in his eyes nearly overflowing.

Zhu Zhuqing's face was pale, her cold and elegant features filled with horror and disgust. She tried desperately to break free from Dai Mubai's grip, but she couldn't shake him off.

"Let go of me! I don't know you! Dai Mubai, what kind of madness is this?!" She roared, her eyes filled with confusion and fear.

On the other side of the room, Oscar and Ma Hongjun had also woken up. They sat on their beds, their eyes also reflecting earth-shattering changes.

Oscar still wore that sleazy expression, his gaze toward Zhu Zhuqing filled with excitement and a hint of... sinister intent.

Ma Hongjun, however, had shed his usual lecherous demeanor; his eyes had become steady and resolute, and upon seeing the scene around him, he too was overcome with an indescribable ecstasy.

Through the door, Fu Qin felt a stir in his heart and instinctively activated his insight ability.

The next second, the personal panels of the three appeared clearly before his eyes.

Dai Mubai: Age 52,000, Martial Soul White Tiger, Soul Power Level 37 (God-level memory awakened), Identity (Reincarnator, God of War)

Oscar: Age 51,000, Martial Soul Sausage, Soul Power Level 30 (God-level memory awakened), Identity (Reincarnator, God of Food)

Ma Hongjun: Age 50,000, Martial Soul Evil Fire Phoenix, Soul Power Level 28 (God-level memory awakened), Identity (Reincarnator, Phoenix God)

As expected, they have all recovered the memories of their past lives.

However, he remained deeply puzzled in his heart, unsure whether their current state was a case of possession or merely a restoration of memory.