Qian Duoduo: Lin'er Still Loves Me!

Hearing this, Mu Guiyun nodded with feigned composure.

Looking at the honest-looking Qian Duoduo, a strange feeling suddenly rose in Mu Guiyun's heart.

Although Qian Duoduo and Xian Lin'er were only husband and wife in name, wasn't this essentially a cuckolding scenario?

Qian Duoduo had spent half his life painstakingly fawning over her, never even holding her hand, only to have Mu Guiyun swoop in and take his place...

It just goes to show that nice guys finish last.

Sorry, Senior Brother, but Senior Sister... she's so smooth!

After apologizing to Qian Duoduo in his heart, he turned and walked toward Laboratory No. 4.

Arriving at Laboratory No. 4, Mu Guiyun did not hesitate and pressed the doorbell.

However, after waiting for a long time, the metal door showed no signs of opening.

This scene made Mu Guiyun frown. He raised his palm and pounded hard on the door: "Senior Sister, open up! It's your Junior Brother, Guiyun!"

What is the meaning of this? You nearly sucked the marrow out of my bones last night, and today you're acting like nothing happened?

Pah, what a scumbag woman!

Thinking of this, Mu Guiyun quietly activated his Art of Metal Control, and the metal door before him suddenly disintegrated.

Inside the laboratory, the flustered Xian Lin'er suddenly sensed a disturbance. She instinctively looked over and saw Mu Guiyun smiling at her.

Seeing Mu Guiyun walking slowly toward her, her expression immediately became panicked.

Xian Lin'er's eyes darted away, but she forced a smile onto her pretty face: "This... Guiyun, why are you here?"

"I came to see you. Senior Sister, you're not dead, are you?"

Mu Guiyun gave a crooked smirk. He wasn't some irresponsible scumbag; since they had explored the mysteries of life together, he would see it through to the end.

As for whether Xian Lin'er wanted Mu Guiyun to take responsibility, that wasn't for her to decide.

Watching Mu Guiyun get closer and closer, Xian Lin'er felt her heart pounding violently. The sheer madness of last night still felt vivid in her mind.

"Guiyun, that was just an accident. Let it go."

Xian Lin'er's expression was subtle. She was Qian Duoduo's wife, yet now...

People, in the end, always become the very thing they hate the most.

Let it go? How could that be allowed!

Mu Guiyun's face turned serious as he pulled Xian Lin'er into his arms and held her tightly.

This sudden change caught Xian Lin'er off guard, and she immediately began to struggle: "Guiyun, let me go!"

"No!"

Mu Guiyun didn't loosen his grip; instead, his hands tightened even further.

As the saying goes, for a woman with such an incredibly strong personality as Xian Lin'er, you have to suppress her firmly!

Moreover, in matters like this, there is only zero or infinite times.

Thinking of this, Mu Guiyun seemed to transform into the president of the Sakura Society, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly: "Senior Sister, I don't think you want Senior Brother to know about this, do you?"

At the mention of Qian Duoduo, Xian Lin'er became incredibly panicked, her tone even laced with a hint of pleading: "No! You absolutely cannot let anyone know about this, especially Duoduo!"

Feeling the increasingly restless hands behind her back, a deep sense of immorality suddenly welled up in Xian Lin'er's heart.

"Since that's the case... Senior Sister, I think you know what to do next, right? Hehehe~"

"This... no! Mmph~"

In the evening, Xian Lin'er quietly glanced at Qian Duoduo beside her. Seeing that he was acting normally, she breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Biting her lip against her chopsticks, Xian Lin'er hesitated for a long time before finally deciding to speak: "Duoduo... there is something I want to discuss with you."

Qian Duoduo, who was busy devouring his meal, froze at these words.

They had been married for decades, and all these years, whether it was family matters or affairs of the Spirit Tool Department, Xian Lin'er had always been the one to make the decisions.

Now she's actually coming to discuss something with me... Could it be that Lin'er has finally noticed my years of devotion!

Thinking of this, a surge of joy rose in Qian Duoduo's heart. He hurriedly put down his chopsticks and said with a serious face: "Lin'er, tell me!"

Seeing Qian Duoduo's gaze fixed on her, Xian Lin'er's eyes flickered, but she still spoke: "It's just that, since Guiyun has chosen to join our Spirit Tool Department, it's a bit inappropriate for him to keep living at Yan Shaozhe's place."

"So I was thinking... let's have Guiyun move into our home."

Hm? This is a good thing!

Upon hearing this, Qian Duoduo immediately gave his full support: "Lin'er, I'll listen to whatever you say!"

Seeing that Qian Duoduo didn't refuse, a smile curled at the corner of Xian Lin'er's mouth.

She then picked up a piece of green broccoli and placed it in her husband's bowl, saying softly: "Duoduo, eat more!"

"Mm!"

Qian Duoduo nodded, moved, and picked up his chopsticks to dig in again.

After years of groveling, I've finally seen a glimmer of success!

Qian Duoduo firmly believed that as long as he remained persistent, he would eventually win the beauty's heart!

Thinking of this, Qian Duoduo carefully placed the cauliflower Xian Lin'er had picked for him into his mouth and began to savor it.

Mmm! Crunchy and sweet!

On the other side, Mu Guiyun arrived at the Sea God Pavilion alone, though his purpose for this trip was not his teacher, Mu En, but Xuan Zi, who was locked inside the Meditation Room.

Standing before the door, Mu Guiyun collected his thoughts before finally knocking.

Xuan Zi, who had been rolling around on the floor out of sheer boredom, noticed the sound and couldn't help but sit up.

Could it be that Elder Mu intended to let him out?

At this thought, a wave of excitement washed over Xuan Zi's aged face. He rushed over to open the door, only to be met with a figure that left him deeply disappointed.

"Elder Xuan, it's me, Mu Guiyun!"

Looking at the scruffy, unshaven Xuan Zi, Mu Guiyun greeted him with a smile.

"Oh, it's you, Guiyun."

After the initial disappointment, a flicker of curiosity rose in Xuan Zi's heart, and he asked, "Why have you come?"

Hearing this, Mu Guiyun immediately flashed a mysterious smile: "I came to visit you, Elder."

Visit me?

Xuan Zi pointed at himself, his face full of confusion, but ultimately chose to let Mu Guiyun inside.

The layout of the Meditation Room was extremely simple; a chair and a small wooden bed were the only pieces of furniture in the room.

"Elder Xuan, look at the good stuff I've brought you!"

As soon as Mu Guiyun finished speaking, he took several large bags of steaming chicken drumsticks and a full wine gourd out of his Soul Tool.

Seeing his beloved chicken drumsticks right before his eyes, Xuan Zi instinctively swallowed his saliva.

Being locked in the Meditation Room, aside from the simple act of facing the wall to reflect, the most agonizing part for Xuan Zi was the inability to eat or drink alcohol.

For Xuan Zi, whose martial soul had a significant defect, this was undoubtedly the greatest torture.

"You're a thoughtful kid!"

Xuan Zi patted Mu Guiyun on the shoulder in gratification, then picked up a large chicken drumstick, ready to shove it into his mouth.

However, just then, Xuan Zi suddenly thought of something. His hand paused, and he asked, "Guiyun, does Elder Mu know you came here to bring me food?"