It was mealtime. Since Wu Jinliang had come over at this hour for such a trivial matter, he naturally had no reason to head back.
In his own words, "The library pays you so little, Chief. What's wrong with me mooching a couple more meals?"
For all his talk of mooching, once they reached the street, he bought some delicacies to take along, saying that even the Chief often complained about the library's food.
Shi Chun couldn't be bothered to expose him. Running off to the library to read, playing the good fellow in front of three beauties-even a rat scurrying along the roadside would have known what he was really up to.
When the two returned to the library, Dong Liangying was carrying a tray, handing out pastries to patrons spending their leisure time there.
Apart from those born with deficiencies that made cultivation impossible, most people in the Cultivation World practiced at least a little qi refinement to strengthen their bodies, regardless of their talent, so not everyone ate at fixed hours.
Normally, this was Shi Chun's job. He immediately moved to take over, but Wu Jinliang caught his arm and shoved the leaf-wrapped parcel he had just bought into his hands, then hurried forward, calling, "Third Miss, let me help you."
Dong Liangying turned, saw him, and startled. "Stop right there!" she cried sharply.
Then she said to Shi Chun, "Wang Ping, he smells too strong. Hurry and take him to the back courtyard." She tilted her head toward the patrons, signaling that they shouldn't be disturbed.
Faced with such blunt words, Wu Jinliang froze, looking stunned.
Shi Chun stepped forward, grabbed him by the collar at his shoulder, and dragged him all the way to the back courtyard before letting go.
Wu Jinliang pulled his collar