A Good Idea

The crisis was resolved in an unexpected way.

Mo Lan let out a long sigh of relief.

But for Tang Wulin, the real crisis was just beginning.

Tang Wulin turned his head and saw Jiang Mingyuan's face less than ten centimeters away from him, his eyes wide open, his pupils turning into pitch-black Abyss. There was no emotion in them, no anger, no grievance, and it seemed that there was not even a trace of questioning.

"Who is she?" The tone was flat, even somewhat cold, devoid of any emotion.

Jiang Mingyuan's lips moved again, his voice as flat as a straight line, neither high nor low, neither fast nor slow, with each word uttered at the same interval.

"Who is she?"

"Who is she?"

Tang Wulin's throat went dry, and goosebumps rose all over his body. He instinctively wanted to back away, but Jiang Mingyuan's face also moved forward a little.

Jiang Mingyuan was currently in a state of Martial Soul Possession. Her jet-black wings resembled those of a demon. Her nose almost touched Tang Wulin's chin.

Jiang Mingyuan just stared at Tang Wulin without blinking, and the corners of his mouth even turned up slightly as if he were smiling, but the curve was frozen on his face, and it didn't look like the expression a living person should have.

The woman in Mo Lan beside her had lost all joy at surviving the ordeal. She stood motionless, her gaze shifting back and forth between the two men.

Tang Wulin opened his mouth, but no sound came out for a long time. He wished he could slap himself twice right now.

Hey, shut up!

"Who is she?"

Jiang Mingyuan asked again, in the same tone, with the same empty gaze.

At this moment, Mo Lan had roughly guessed what was going on from the two people's reactions. Ultimately, this matter was also because of her. Now she had to stand up and defend her brother Tang Wulin.

"You must be Wulin's girlfriend. He was just praising you, saying you're very beautiful and gentle."

Jiang Mingyuan's expression softened somewhat. Tang Wulin, who was also standing nearby, hurriedly nodded in agreement.

"Yes, Brother Yuan. I was just praising you to Sister Mo Lan."

"Sister Mo Lan was the train Train Conductor I took on my way to Heaven Dou City. We both survived thanks to the gift you gave me, Brother Yuan."

"Yes, yes. Thank you so much, you're my savior. Wulin knows I'm the train Train Conductor, so he specially asked me to arrange a deluxe compartment for you."

A slight smile appeared on Jiang Mingyuan's face.

"Really? Wulin."

A hint of emotion crept into Jiang Mingyuan's tone.

"Yes, yes. Just like Sister Mo Lan said."

Jiang Mingyuan slowly retracted his wings and landed back on the ground.

"Then, let's go to the private room."

Jiang Mingyuan reached out and gripped Tang Wulin's body, which had been enhanced by the Golden Dragon King Bloodline.

"What do you say, Wulin?" Jiang Mingyuan tilted his head, and his empty eyes gradually regained their sparkle.

"Okay, Brother Yuan. I'll take you there right now. That private room is fantastic. You'll definitely love it."

"Sister Mo Lan, I'll leave the rest to you." Before he could finish speaking, Tang Wulin was pulled away by Jiang Mingyuan.

After calling Jiang Xiaoyue, who was still waiting in her original seat, the three of them went into the luxurious private room.

Jiang Mingyuan didn't know if Wulin and the Train Conductor had conspired to deceive him, but at least Tang Wulin had swiped his card to open the compartment door.

Jiang Mingyuan sat on the soft sofa and first coaxed Jiang Xiaoyue to sleep.

Jiang Mingyuan then turned to look at Tang Wulin, who was sitting on the other side.

"Wulin, you won't let me down, right? I've already promised you, as long as we come of age. As long as you can be patient a little longer, as long as it gets to that time."

Jiang Mingyuan manipulated space and instantly appeared next to Tang Wulin. He knelt on the sofa, breathed into Tang Wulin's ear, and spoke in a seductive voice.

Tang Wulin blushed. He felt he should explain things to Brother Yuan, but looking at Brother Yuan's current state, he felt that Brother Yuan wouldn't listen to any explanation.

Jiang Mingyuan shifted his body, turned his back to Tang Wulin's lap, wrapping his arms around Tang Wulin's neck. His head gradually tilted back, and the two maintained a peculiar posture as they looked at each other.

"Wulin, don't you like how I look? Are mature women really more attractive than me?"

Tang Wulin could no longer remain silent after hearing this, or his life might be in danger.

"No, Brother Yuan. You're my favorite person. Sister Mo Lan and I are really just ordinary friends. She's married and has children. How could I possibly like her?"

Just then, the doorbell was pressed, producing a crisp and pleasant sound.

Tang Wulin swallowed hard as he looked at Jiang Mingyuan.

"Please, please come in."

A train attendant pushed in a metal food cart. As a seasoned service worker, especially one working on a train where hijackings are common, the attendant was used to such things. She completely ignored Jiang Mingyuan and Tang Wulin's previous behavior and simply opened the cart lid, placing plates of pastries and fruits on it.

"Please enjoy your meal, esteemed guests."

The waiter quickly pushed the metal food cart away, closing the door carefully so as not to make the slightest noise.

"Wulin, that Sister Mo Lan seems to treat you very well. Should I learn from her and treat you as gently as she does?"

Tang Wulin quickly shook his head.

"How could that be? Brother Yuan has always been very gentle with me."

Jiang Mingyuan remained silent for a moment.

He slowly released his arms from Tang Wulin's neck, turned around, and looked at Tang Wulin face to face.

However, in Tang Wulin's eyes at this moment, Jiang Mingyuan was no longer the aggressive person he used to be, nor did he have the strength he once had.

"Wulin." Jiang Mingyuan's eyes gradually moistened, and tears were squeezed out, sliding down his cheeks and landing heavily on Tang Wulin's chest.

"Wulin, I know you're not that kind of person. But I just can't help but overthink. Na'er is gone, and now I only have you and Xiaoyue by my side. It's not that I can't accept that you have other female friends. It's just that..."

"Don't worry, Brother Yuan. I won't. You're the only one in my heart." Tang Wulin finally changed his approach, opening his arms and hugging her directly.

Next, Tang Wulin quietly held Jiang Mingyuan, letting him cry in his arms.

"Wulin, it's alright, let me go, I'm fine now." Jiang Mingyuan's hoarse voice, still trembling from crying, came from his arms.

Jiang Mingyuan felt that he might indeed be ill. He couldn't bear to let Tang Wulin leave his world.

Jiang Xiaoyue was still fast asleep. Just like any child, she couldn't help but feel sleepy as soon as she boarded the train after traveling far away.

Jiang Mingyuan sat on the soft sofa, slapping his cheeks hard with both hands until they were red. The brief pain stimulated his brain, allowing Jiang Mingyuan to vent all the bad emotions he had just felt.

Jiang Mingyuan looked at the table in front of him, which was filled with a sumptuous spread of desserts and fruits, and then turned to look at Tang Wulin. A fun idea popped into his head.