Ya Fei's Little Quirk

Ya Fei brewed a pot of tea and brought over two plates of pastries.

Her arrival instantly livened up the somewhat quiet atmosphere between the two of them.

Ya Fei did most of the talking, Yun Yun chimed in, and Wu Yan occasionally added a few words.

As night fell, Yun Yun ended this harmonious tea gathering after Wu Yue, the little clingy pest, kept pestering her.

Wu Yan looked at Ya Fei, who had talked for most of the day without stopping once, and said seriously,

"Thank you for your hard work."

"Mhm, Xiao Yan, do you know? Being able to sit and talk with a powerful woman like Sister Yun Yun, even addressing each other as sisters... it was something Ya Fei never even dared dream of!"

Ya Fei did not feel that she had worked hard at all. Being able to sit with Yun Yun and call each other sisters was the dream of countless young women.

She knew her own cultivation talent very well. Without some great opportunity, it would already be quite good if she could reach Dou Shi in this lifetime...

Yet despite possessing such terrible talent, she could sit here today and converse with a female Dou Emperor.

There were no restrictions of status or position, nor any gulf created by the difference in their cultivation.

They simply spoke as equals, chatting about the little happenings of their daily lives.

What had happened today was something she had not even dared imagine in her dreams before!

And everything that had made this possible was because of...

Ya Fei blinked and shuffled closer to Wu Yan. Then, "entirely by accident" and "without meaning to," she leaned against him, her fair jade-like arms naturally wrapping around his waist.

She raised her head and rested against his solid chest, meeting those eyes.

"Xiao Yan, I want to stay by your side like this forever. Is that okay?"

"...Mm."

Wu Yan thought about it. He did not dislike Ya Fei, and she was dependable. Her background was clean, he knew her well, and in a sense, they could be considered childhood sweethearts.

Besides, she was not some useless vase whose only virtue was her pretty face. Ya Fei handled all the miscellaneous affairs around him very well. She never disturbed his peaceful cultivation over trivial matters involving a few million gold coins.

In handling every matter, her foremost priority was always his interests. That made things even more comfortable.

Looking back now, Ya Fei was undoubtedly a qualified virtuous helper.

Since that was the case, Wu Yan naturally had no reason to refuse.

Having received such a delightful answer, Ya Fei nestled against Wu Yan's chest lovingly for quite a while longer.

"Xiao Yan, do you like Sister Yun Yun?"

After a long while, Ya Fei suddenly asked.

Wu Yan thought for a moment and said, "It seems... I don't feel anything."

?

Ya Fei blinked, somewhat surprised. "Xiao Yan, are you sure? Sister Yun Yun is so beautiful, her cultivation is so high, her cultivation talent is excellent, and her personality is gentle too."

"Most importantly, I can tell that Sister Yun Yun seems to have those kinds of feelings for you, Xiao Yan."

"Does she?"

Wu Yan thought about it. He felt that Ya Fei might have seen things wrong.

"You probably misunderstood. We're just ordinary friends. Including this time, we've only met three times."

Wu Yan tapped Ya Fei's forehead, pushed her away, and lay back in the ice chair behind him.

Ya Fei pouted and sat in the ice chair beside Wu Yan. "Xiao Yan, believe me. There's no way I could be wrong about something like this!"

"When we were chatting just now, the way Sister Yun Yun looked at you was the same as the way I'm looking at you now—with affection in her eyes."

As she spoke, Ya Fei blinked repeatedly, seemingly wanting Wu Yan to see the love in her eyes!

However, from Wu Yan's perspective, Ya Fei looked as though she had gotten sand in her eyes and was blinking nonstop, wanting him to blow it out for her.

"Forget that for now. Why do you seem so enthusiastic about this?"

Wu Yan suddenly noticed a blind spot. Whether Yun Yun liked him or not, did Ya Fei really need to sing and dance over it like this?

No matter how he looked at it, his virtuous helper should not be displaying such an eager attitude.

After advancing to Dou Zong, Wu Yan's perception had become stronger than before. He could clearly sense Ya Fei's heartbeat and breathing. This girl did not seem to be putting on an act at all.

An absurd guess flashed through Wu Yan's mind. Could Ya Fei's preference in that regard be... two-way?

So this was what she truly considered one husband and one wife?

"Uh..."

Ya Fei stammered for a long while before finally revealing her true thoughts under Wu Yan's increasingly complicated gaze.

"Xiao Yan, maybe I'm a little vain. I just feel that if you could make Sister Yun Yun secretly fall for you, and she became your woman just like I am... then I would be the same as Sister Yun Yun too..."

Wu Yan took a moment to process it, then understood what Ya Fei meant.

"Oh, I see."

"Xiao Yan, I'm sorry, I just—"

"It's fine. Who doesn't have a few flaws? Who never makes any mistakes?"

Wu Yan waved a hand, utterly unconcerned about Ya Fei's little thoughts.

This was a real world. Everyone had their own little thoughts, and that was perfectly normal.

Even if some people harbored ill intentions toward Wu Yan, so long as they did not put them into action, he would not care.

Even the best things had people who disliked them, much less Wu Yan.

As the saying went: I tolerate all things under heaven; how much more so you?

As long as they did not truly harm Wu Yan's interests, even if they pranced around before him, he could still tolerate them to some extent.

As the saying went: A man without magnanimity is no gentleman; a man without restraint is no true man!

"Xiao Yan, you really aren't angry?"

"I'm so hypocritical... don't you think Ya Fei was deceiving you before?"

Though the young Ya Fei understood much about the warmth and coldness of human relationships, there were still some things she had never truly experienced. In the end, she still lacked a little understanding.

What did this tiny flaw of hers even count for?

Besides, looked at from another angle, this little thought of hers was actually a very good thing for a man!

"No, Ya Fei. The current you feels very real to me. Having a few little flaws is what makes me feel that you're a living, breathing person."

Wu Yan reached out and stroked Ya Fei's delicate face, lightly pinching her rosy cheeks.

She had not cheated on him or cuckolded him. She merely had a little vanity—what was that supposed to be?

In his previous life, if a woman like this asked for a bride price of two or three hundred thousand, how many men would have lined up for her?

Shaking his head, Wu Yan gently lifted Ya Fei's chin and lightly pecked her cherry-red lips.

"Actually, I've wanted to ask you this question for a while. You're so eager to set Yun Yun and me up together. Aren't you jealous?"

"Right now, you're the only woman by my side. Are you sure you want several more women around me?"