"What request?" Xiao Yan was rather surprised to see Wei Jiangyuan looking so serious. He had no idea what Wei Jiangyuan could possibly want.
"Hehe." Wei Jiangyuan continued, "You're Venerable Yao's disciple, so President Xuan Yi is your master's wife, right?"
Xiao Yan being Venerable Yao's disciple was no longer a secret. As for Xuan Yi's identity, Wei Jiangyuan had long known it because of Yao Qingyu. Thus, there was no need for Xiao Yan to keep it hidden, and he nodded in acknowledgment.
A sly gleam flashed through Wei Jiangyuan's eyes as he glanced at Yao Qingyu. He then walked up to Xiao Yan, raised a hand to shield his face, and said in a low voice, "When I marry Sister Qingyu someday, you'll have to put in a few good words for me before Master and Mistress..."
Wei Jiangyuan's actions clearly looked suspicious. Though he spoke quietly, he did not truly intend for only Xiao Yan to hear him. Yao Qingyu heard every word from the side and immediately cut him off.
"Who wants to marry a lecher like you!" Yao Qingyu turned away in embarrassment and irritation, her earlobes red enough to drip blood, just as they had been when they first fought. Her relationship with Wei Jiangyuan had become somewhat ambiguous, but that was mostly due to a series of coincidences. They had not truly grown close enough to discuss marriage.
Yet Wei Jiangyuan was the sort to say anything without restraint, leaving Yao Qingyu utterly unable to respond.
Then Yao Qingyu spotted Lei Jingxiao waiting nearby. He had yet to figure out what was going on, but he was watching the scene before him with great interest. She pleaded, "Little Lei, can you beat that guy up for me?"
Lei Jingxiao immediately broke into a