FID – Chapter 635

Chapter 635: Not as Good as Him

The man on the roof immediately became alert, stopping his movements, and covered the girl’s mouth.

After hearing a click of a lock below, Feng Qingbai gently lifted a roof tile, and when a light suddenly flickered below, Liu Yusheng understood the man’s earlier intention of covering her mouth.

There’s a thief.

The villagers of Xinghua were always content, of good character, and there had never been any incidents, so what were the people below planning to do?

Filled with suspicion, Liu Yusheng bent down to look carefully through the small hole.

She soon realized that the scrawny, sneaky figure inside was actually the alcoholic Elder Jiu.

Below, the man didn’t do anything else, just sniffed each wine jar one by one, rubbed his hands together, and smiled as he picked up the jar in front of him. He removed the wine stopper, took a sip, replaced the stopper, and set the jar back in its place, leaving no sign that it had been tampered with.

Then, he repeated the same action with another jar of wine.

“…” Liu Yusheng was speechless.

He only took a small sip from each jar. Later, when the wine shop was restocked, no one would be able to tell anything was missing. Who would know the wine was just a little bit less?

To be so greedy for alcohol—it was truly bizarre.

“Did he observe the terrain when he entered the village?” Liu Yusheng asked in a breathy voice. How else could he be so familiar with the layout?

Feng Qingbai rubbed his brow, not expecting the old man to be so restless, unable to hold himself back for even a day. He just had to pop up and spoil the mood just when he was about to get close to Shengsheng.

His long eyes flickered for a moment as he hugged the girl and lay back down to continue basking in the moonlight.

When the man below had drunk his fill and was about to quietly slip out of the winery and head back to the courtyard, his knee suddenly took a hit.

“Ah, ouch!” He yelped in pain but immediately clamped his mouth shut, then bolted away on his now-limping leg.

Getting caught as a wine thief so soon after arriving? That would make life in Xinghua Village difficult!

Run!

Watching the small figure hobbling away yet still managing to escape with incredible speed, Liu Yusheng collapsed onto Feng Qingbai’s chest, laughing so hard she could barely breathe. “You—you’re so bad! Hmh—hahaha!”

“I can be even worse.”

Soon, the laughter on the rooftop faded into silence, and the night returned to its tranquil state.

Out of sight from others, the girl’s lips were bit hard.

Feng Qingbai, this beast…

Not until the neighboring room in the inner courtyard quieted—after Shi Xianrou finished telling her story and the two women had fallen asleep—did Liu Yusheng get carried back to her own room by the man. Completely drained, she collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep instantly.

With their master back, the ever-dutiful shadow guards could finally rest as well.

Wei Lan trailed closely behind Wei Hong, sticking to her like a shadow. Since both of them were staying in the guest rooms and heading in the same direction, Wei Hong didn’t find it suspicious.

But when they reached the door, and she stepped inside, she turned to see the man attempting to follow her in. Without hesitation, she pressed the hilt of her blade against her chest. “This is a lady’s room. Back off!”

“I’ve slept here before. Why act so distant?” Wei Lan blinked, looking genuinely puzzled.

Wei Hong shoved him back with the hilt again. But as she leaned forward to force him out, the man suddenly ducked, slipping under her arm and darting into the room. “Heh, Dahong, your skills have gotten rusty.”

“Get out!” Wei Hong’s face darkened.

“Nope.” Wei Lan flopped onto the bed and turned to look at her. “I’ve been gone for months. Not even a little bit happy to see me?”

“……”

“We’ve been holed up in this place together for over ten years now. That counts as companionship, doesn’t it? Wei Dahong, let’s not waste any more time. We’re not getting any younger—let’s just get the serious business done already.”

“I’ll ‘do’ your damn sister!” Wei Hong unsheathed her sword and charged at him, swinging mercilessly.

Crack.

The bed collapsed.

The man, having dodged to the side, shrugged. “See? Told you it’d break. You still have a bed in my room. Come on, I’ll share half with you.”

“Can you have some shame?!” She sheathed her sword, shot him a glare, and turned to walk toward his room.

Wei Lan shivered all over, nearly stumbling as he walked.

Did… did Dahong just agree?!

Back in his room, the woman had already settled on the inner side of the bed. But!

At the head and foot of the bed, two swords were stabbed firmly into the wooden frame, their blades gleaming coldly under the dim light.

“Cross the line, and I’ll make you a eunuch.”

“…” 

Wei Lan felt a chill between his legs. Clamping them together, he carefully climbed onto the bed. That night, he slept on the outer edge, not daring to move an inch.

No, this won’t do. Dahong was just being reserved. He needed to find a way to break through, or he’d never get past this barrier.

He was thirty now—if he didn’t make a move soon, he was seriously worried his functions might start to deteriorate!

……

The Qixi Festival was just two days away.

The entire county had already finished repairing the disaster-stricken areas, and the compensations had been distributed. With the winery quickly back on track, the heavy atmosphere that once loomed over the region had long since dissipated.

The first festival after the disaster felt even livelier than in previous years.

Early that morning, Liu Yusheng, Shi Xianrou, and Liu Muqiu woke up, dressing up and putting on beautiful outfits.

Normally, they wouldn’t bother with such things.

But with their loved ones by their side, and on such an occasion, they naturally wanted to look their best—a woman adorns herself for the one she loves.

This was the perfect moment for Little White Lotus’s hairstyling skills to shine. 

Shi Xianrou had no talent for these things and had to rely entirely on her help to dress up.

When they finally stepped out of the room, a certain someone sitting by the stone table, waiting for them, was completely stunned.

Qian Wanjin blinked several times, trying to process what he was seeing.

His rough and tough partner was gone—replaced by a fiery, enchanting rose.

Damn, my heart is thumping!

“Not good?” Seeing the man’s slack-jawed, stunned expression, Shi Xianrou frowned slightly and turned to leave. “I’ll go change back.”

“No, no, no! Don’t change! Stay just like this—it’s perfect.” Qian Wanjin swallowed hard. For the first time, he truly felt like a man.

Standing beside Shi Xianrou, Liu Muqiu covered her mouth and giggled, but her gaze couldn’t help but drift toward another man by the stone table. However, what she saw left her slightly disappointed—despite her careful effort to dress up, he didn’t seem particularly stunned. There was no visible reaction.

While those two pairs exchanged glances, Feng Qingbai had already stood up. He walked over, took his little girl’s hand, and carefully looked her over from head to toe before leaning down and whispering, “You look beautiful.”

She wore a light green floral dress, her long, cloud-like hair styled into a flowing bun, adorned with a single pearl hairpin. Her delicate brows were softly defined, and her lips were lightly tinted red. 

Compared to her usual fresh and simple look, there was now an added touch of elegance, and the way her eyes twinkled made her even more captivating.

Liu Yusheng tilted her head slightly, her eyes carrying a faint smile.

He said she was beautiful, yet when it came to truly exquisite features, even as a woman herself, she couldn’t compare to him.

Dressed in a deep purple robe, cinched with a white jade belt, his hair was bound by a purple jade crown. His bearing was refined and striking, his beauty unparalleled. The natural air of nobility and dignity he exuded was something few could ever hope to match.

Standing amidst the crowd, Feng Qingbai was the kind of person who could draw everyone’s gaze in an instant.

With him around, everything else seemed to fade into the background, merely serving as a backdrop to his presence.

“Stop staring already! You see him day and night—aren’t you tired of it? Let’s go! If we’re late, we won’t even find a place to park the carriage!”

Qian Wanjin hollered, prompting the group to set off.

They decided to skip breakfast at home and eat in town instead, using the opportunity to taste the new signature dishes at Qian Wanjin’s restaurant.

Back at home, the elders watched them leave, their faces filled with warm smiles.

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Hahaha, Dahong and Dalan are the cutest!!