Breaking Off an Engagement Requires Tact

After getting Wu Qingkong's answer, Qian Qinghe immediately became much happier.

"Then you have to remember what you said. You must go break off the engagement."

"You don't have any feelings for her. If you get married in such a muddleheaded way, neither of you will be happy."

Wu Qingkong smiled after hearing that.

"Don't worry, I will."

"My own marriage is something I will definitely choose for myself."

"But you know, I live alone out here in the suburbs, all lonely by myself. I don't have any decent gifts on hand either. If I go to break off the engagement empty-handed and they aren't willing, what then?"

Qian Qinghe directly tossed over a Marriage Guide Ring. "Take it. I'll cover your gift for breaking off the engagement."

Wu Qingkong reached out to catch it and poured his spiritual power into it.

It was filled with Gold Soul Coins and all kinds of precious medicinal herbs. Most importantly, there was actually a soul bone inside!

"No way, brother, you're way too extravagant!"

"You even have a soul bone?"

"And you're just giving it to me?"

Qian Qinghe smiled.

"I got it by chance while hunting soul beasts a while ago. I don't lack soul bones anyway, so take it with you when you go break off the engagement!"

"You don't lack soul bones?"

Hearing Qian Qinghe speak so lavishly, Wu Qingkong was a little stunned.

A Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Bone was known as the Treasure of Blood River!

Yet his good brother actually didn't even care about one.

Could he be a member of the Heaven Dou Imperial Family?

But wasn't the Heaven Dou Imperial Family ruled by the Xue family?

Could he be from that hidden family too?

After all, Wu Qingkong's grandfather was a reclusive Limit Douluo and an old friend of that old bastard Qian Daoliu.

But since Qian Qinghe did not say anything, Wu Qingkong could not be bothered to ask. Everyone had their own secrets.

"Thanks!"

"In return, as long as you want, I'll cook for you for the rest of my life."

Upon hearing that, Qian Qinghe's little face turned red again.

The blush spread from his cheeks all the way to his ears.

"Who... who wants you to cook for me for the rest of your life?"

"My home... has chefs. They... they cook for me."

Wu Qingkong did not understand what was going on after hearing that.

"What?"

"Since you don't want it, then I won't cook for you anymore. I'll cook for someone else in the future!"

"What?"

The moment Qian Qinghe heard that, he became agitated.

With a forceful press of his palm, he suddenly slammed the table!

The fine wooden table instantly shattered into dust.

"No! From now on, you can only cook for me!"

Seeing his good brother suddenly become so worked up, Wu Qingkong grew a little scared as well.

"Alright, alright, whatever you say!"

"From now on, I'll only cook for you."

"Hmph, that's more like it."

After saying that, Qian Qinghe lowered his head and took another sip of milk tea.

Feeling the milk tea's cool sweetness, Qian Qinghe smiled again.

Wu Qingkong had already grown used to Qian Qinghe's changing attitude.

He had known Qian Qinghe for more than ten years, and the two had grown up together.

At first, Qian Qinghe's temperament had been fairly steady. But at some point, he became like he was now—whenever Wu Qingkong distanced himself even a little, he would become unhappy.

Maybe people from great families were trapped in the whirlpool of power struggles, with few friends around them and a lack of security.

So Wu Qingkong doted on him as well. Whenever Qian Qinghe wanted something to eat or drink, Wu Qingkong would make it for him.

Whenever he had time, he would also accompany Qian Qinghe around the Heaven Dou Imperial City.

Sometimes, when they walked down the street together, many girls would repeatedly glance at them. Bold young ladies would often come forward and confess their feelings.

But Qian Qinghe drove them all away. Strangely, no matter how beautiful a girl he encountered, he never showed the slightest sign of being moved.

Qian Qinghe drained the milk tea in his hand.

"I've decided. I'm going to break off my engagement too!"

"Even if Grandpa doesn't agree, I'm still going to break it off."

"I've never even met him. Why should I hand over the rest of my life to someone I don't know?"

"Besides, I already have someone I like..."

"My life should be decided by me!"

Wu Qingkong was a little surprised to hear Qian Qinghe say that.

As someone native to this continent, having such awareness was indeed rare.

Wu Qingkong immediately leaned close to Qian Qinghe, placed a hand on Qian Qinghe's forehead, and asked curiously, "Qinghe, you don't have a fever, do you?"

"You actually have someone you like? Don't you run whenever a woman confesses to you?"

"Who is it? Is she pretty!?"

The table between them had already been smashed apart by Qian Qinghe's slap.

With Wu Qingkong leaning in like this, he was practically lying on top of Qian Qinghe.

His scorching breath brushed against Qian Qinghe's face. Qian Qinghe blushed, suddenly looking a little embarrassed.

"You... move away!"

"You're too close to me. You'll find out when the time comes."

After saying that, Qian Qinghe lowered his head, not daring to look at Wu Qingkong again.

Seeing his good brother like this, Wu Qingkong smiled.

Love really was magical. It could actually make his brother, who was like an iceberg, become so shy.

Seeing Qian Qinghe like this, Wu Qingkong asked curiously:

"When are you planning to go break off the engagement? Remember to bring the gifts."

"Talk to him properly. Breaking off an engagement is a major matter, so don't hurt him."

"And if the other side shouts, 'Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river,' after you break it off, run immediately!"

"No matter how unwilling you are, you should still go through with this marriage!"

"Huh?"

Hearing Wu Qingkong's words, Qian Qinghe became confused.

He understood what Wu Qingkong had said before that, but what was that nonsense about thirty years east of the river and thirty years west of the river?

Was it some kind of soul skill chant?

Seeing Qian Qinghe's puzzled expression, Wu Qingkong did not explain further.

After all, it could not be explained in just a sentence or two. He reached out, pinched Qian Qinghe's little face, and said with a smile:

"Just listen to me, alright!"

"I won't lie to you!"

Wu Qingkong's words plunged Qian Qinghe into thought.

"Just because he shouts a sentence, I shouldn't continue breaking off the engagement?"

"Why?"

"Forget it, whatever..."

"Anyway, I can't listen to my grandfather. I absolutely cannot marry someone I don't like."

As he pondered, Qian Qinghe felt his face become a little uncomfortable.

Only then did he notice that Wu Qingkong was pinching his face again. Qian Qinghe slapped his hand away.

"How many times have I told you? You're not allowed to pinch my face again."

Wu Qingkong chuckled.

"Who told your face to be so soft? It's all soft and squishy, too nice to squeeze. What's wrong with letting me pinch it!?"

"No means no."

Qian Qinghe turned his face away, tilted his head to one side, and spoke with an aloof look.

"Alright, alright, I won't pinch it."

"Wait here for me!"

After saying that,

Wu Qingkong turned and entered the wooden house. When he came back out, he had a wooden basket in his hands.