“This—”
Lin Chuan felt a headache coming on.
Qingyu Daoren was a master, and bringing his whole family to visit him seemed a bit improper, didn't it?
“Daddy, take Mengmeng too~”
“Mengmeng doesn’t want to leave Daddy~”
Little Ru Meng clung tightly to Lin Chuan’s leg, like a sloth, with an expression that said she wouldn't let go even if it killed her.
“Alright.”
Lin Chuan had no choice but to agree.
For the past half a month, little Ru Meng had been sticking to him like glue, never leaving his side. If he didn't take her, the little girl would probably cry herself to death.
Lin Yangyang was also helpless and silently prayed in her heart that the Daoren would not mind this.
The three of them arrived in front of Qingyu Manor.
Before they could even speak, a voice came from within.
“Come in, all of you.”
“Chuan’er, you go in and explain the situation to the Daoren. Remember to be polite and don’t contradict him.”
Lin Yangyang urged her younger brother to enter.
She, however, felt too embarrassed to go in again.
Yesterday, she drank so much Spirit Tea from the Daoren, and today she was bringing her whole family along. She was afraid it would displease the Daoren.
In contrast, Lin Chuan was not at all reserved. He held little Ru Meng in his arms and walked unhurriedly into Qingyu Manor.
“Lin Chuan greets the Daoren.”
“This is my daughter, Lin Ru Meng.”
Lin Chuan cupped his hands in greeting and made the introduction. His gaze swept over ‘Qingyu Daoren’. She was wearing a veil, so her appearance could not be seen.
Looking at her former husband from such a close distance, Yun Zhiyi was momentarily lost in thought.
“Ru Meng.”
She silently recited the little girl’s name in her heart.
“Yes! Everything in the past truly feels like a dream.”
It’s a pity that A Chuan’s dream has ended, but mine has not.
“Daoren? Are you alright? The tea is spilling.”
Lost in thought, Yun Zhiyi held the teapot, and the tea overflowed the cup, spilling everywhere.
Only when Lin Chuan called out to her did she snap back to reality.
“Ah, my apologies.”
She had made ample preparations and warned herself not to lose composure, but she still couldn't control herself. Yun Zhiyi felt a pang of melancholy.
Lin Chuan’s face was filled with heartache.
His sister said that all the tea here was Spirit Tea, beneficial for cultivation, strengthening one’s Foundation, and having many ineffable wondrous effects.
Yet, Qingyu Daoren had poured it all out!
What did that mean?
Did she think his talent was inferior to his sister’s, hinting that he wasn't worthy of drinking it?
“Lin Chuan, your sister has told me everything about your situation.”
Yun Zhiyi changed the subject.
She didn't know how long it had been since she last called him ‘Lin Chuan’. From the day they first met, she had always called him A Chuan.
From childhood to adulthood, it had never changed.
“Daoren, actually, I have no problems. My sister is just worried. Please, after you examine me, tell her that I am very well, so she can rest assured.”
Lin Chuan said earnestly.
“Whether you are well or not, we’ll know after an examination. Come over.”
Yun Zhiyi beckoned.
Lin Chuan got up and walked forward, coming to a position close to Yun Zhiyi.
Their distance was already very close.
Yun Zhiyi swallowed, the atmosphere became tense again, and her jade hands unconsciously clutched her skirt hem. This subtle movement was caught in Lin Chuan’s eyes.
Lin Chuan looked puzzled.
Was this really the highly cultivated Daoren his sister spoke of?
Why was she acting like a shy, lovesick maiden?
Could it be that she saw I was too handsome and fell in love at first sight?
“Give… give me your hand.”
Yun Zhiyi spoke again, her voice sounding a bit unnatural.
Lin Chuan didn't understand, but he obediently extended his hand, placing it on the low table. Then he saw Qingyu Daoren’s trembling hands grasp his.
Then came a caress.
“Such a familiar feeling.”
“Such gentle hands, long and fair, truly beautiful.”
This was the first thought that popped into Lin Chuan’s mind, but he quickly forced it down.
Hey! No!
Is this how you take a pulse, Daoren?
“Cough, cough.”
Lin Chuan lightly coughed, “Daoren, are you reading my palm, or is this your unique method of pulse diagnosis?”
Yun Zhiyi’s face flushed, and she forcefully suppressed the urge to pounce on Lin Chuan.
There was still a child watching beside them.
She absolutely could not do that!
Calm down! You must calm down!!
Suppressing her surging emotions, Yun Zhiyi began to meticulously examine Lin Chuan’s physical condition.
The results told her.
A Chuan was very healthy now. Although his cultivation was only at the Meridian Opening Realm, which was a bit low, he was still much stronger than other Cultivators at the same realm.
She had also examined the Feng Shui and Luck of the Lin Manor.
It was excellent Feng Shui, blessed by great fortune, with no abnormalities whatsoever.
“Could it be because of this child?”
Yun Zhiyi’s gaze then fell upon little Ru Meng.
She couldn't see anything unusual about the little girl, but she had a strange feeling, always thinking that this girl was different from ordinary Human Race younglings.
“What is your daughter’s birthdate and time?”
Yun Zhiyi decided to cast a divination for A Chuan’s daughter.
“Uh—”
Lin Chuan’s expression froze, his embarrassment evident.
Why did the conversation suddenly shift to the little girl again?
Yun Zhiyi frowned, “What’s wrong? Is it inconvenient to say?”
“Daoren, come closer, I’ll tell you quietly.”
Lin Chuan found it hard to openly say that little Ru Meng was adopted, fearing that the girl would be sad and cry, yet he was curious about her background and wanted Qingyu Daoren to help him figure it out.
Yun Zhiyi leaned closer, and Lin Chuan whispered into her ear.
A faint fragrance wafted over.
A familiar feeling surged into Lin Chuan’s heart again, making him sniff a bit more, wanting to get even closer.
But he restrained himself.
If he leaned in any further, he might be seen as a pervert.
Little did he know that upon feeling his gentle breath, Yun Zhiyi’s ears turned red, and she unconsciously leaned closer to the person in her heart.
All sorts of memories flooded her mind.
It wasn’t until Lin Chuan’s voice sounded that her turbulent emotions reached their Peak.
Lin Chuan said, “To be honest, Daoren, this child was adopted by me. Not to mention her birthdate and time, I don’t even know who her birth mother is.”
It was as if a thunderclap exploded in Yun Zhiyi’s mind.
The child… was adopted?
Doesn't that mean… A Chuan never married or had children?!
“That’s great!”
Thinking of this, Yun Zhiyi exclaimed happily.
“Ah?” Lin Chuan looked bewildered, “Daoren, what do you mean by ‘that’s great’?”
“No… nothing.”
Yun Zhiyi waved her hands repeatedly, her state of mind becoming increasingly chaotic. Since A Chuan hadn't started a family, could she reveal her identity?
But doing so would only add a lot of pressure to A Chuan.
After all, A Chuan had no memory of that period, and it would be difficult for him to have the deep affection of their past life for her. He might even think she was a liar.
At the very least, A Chuan needed to have some of his memories Awakening.
The strange Daoren made Lin Chuan feel increasingly unreliable. “Daoren, if there’s nothing else, I shall take my leave.”
“Wait!”
“What else, Daoren?” Lin Chuan asked, puzzled.
After a brief moment of panic, Yun Zhiyi waved her jade hand and took out two precious pearls. “These are Fortune Pearls, condensed from the fortune and blessings gathered in my Daoist blessed land.”
“Wearing them not only helps to ward off bad Luck and attract good fortune, but also aids in cultivation.”
“Consider them a meeting gift for you all.”
Yun Zhiyi handed one pearl to Lin Chuan and personally put the other on little Ru Meng. After knowing that the child was adopted, she found her even more adorable.
“Daoren, you shouldn’t.”
Lin Chuan could feel that the two pearls were extraordinary, probably not ordinary Spirit Treasures. How could he accept such a gift?
What puzzled him even more was why Qingyu Daoren treated him so well?
Did she really fall in love with him at first sight?