“Director Chen, rest assured, I will definitely keep it a secret for you!”
Mr. Li’s face was solemn as he saluted, and Lin Lingling also nodded earnestly with a serious expression: “Director Chen, you can be absolutely at ease. I won’t tell anyone unrelated, even if the enemy points a gun to my forehead, I won’t say a single word!”
“Hmm, you are all good comrades, I trust you.” Chen Huaian nodded approvingly.
“Lin Lingling, see how humble Director Chen is? You should learn from Director Chen!”
Previously, Lin Lingling’s impression of Chen Huaian was simple: just a powerful Resurrector, a big shot.
Now looking at Chen Huaian again —— using himself to attract lightning to kill the Corpse King Emperor Jiang, saving all of Province C from dire straits, and even making her respected Wuzzy Beard uncle sacrifice his life to protect him… she suddenly understood why Wuzzy Beard did this. Although she was still sad about Wuzzy Beard uncle’s death, she no longer had any complaints about Chen Huaian.
At this moment, Chen Huaian in her mind was as magnificent as Uncle Wuzzy Beard.
This is a hero!
His back is so broad.
His eyes are so bright.
He…
“Director, the stockings you wanted have arrived, including white silk, white silk garters, black silk, black silk garters, crisscross bandages, white and black silk butterflies, rose lace, cow-patterned socks, black and white fishnet, sparkling fishnet, spotted black silk, black and white flower vines… more than a thousand pairs in total, all taken according to your size. Some were out of stock, so we didn’t get 100 pairs.”
Zhao Ying pushed the back door and walked in, followed by several Demon-Slaying Masters carrying large and small packages.
“Mr. Li? Lin Lingling? When did you two come?”
She put down the bag in her hand, momentarily confused when she saw Lin Lingling and Mr. Li, then immediately looked at Chen Huaian. She only saw Chen Huaian standing silently with his back to everyone, hands behind his back.
Uh-oh.
Zhao Ying felt like she might have done something wrong.
Chen Huaian didn’t speak, so she didn’t dare move.
Since she didn’t move, the Demon-Slaying Masters behind her didn’t dare move either.
Until one of the bags burst, scattering black and white packaging all over the floor.
“Hmm, these handkerchiefs look quite nice, very trendy.” Mr. Li maintained a stern face and gave an objective evaluation.
Lin Lingling didn’t have the emotional intelligence of the older generation, so she directly asked Chen Huaian point-blank: “Director, what do you need so many of them for? Are you going to wear them yourself? Don’t be embarrassed, just tell us if there’s any defect; we can understand!”
In the shadow under the light, Chen Huaian’s fingers twitched.
Xiang Xiaoyuan, who was behind Zhao Ying, frowned and quickly stepped forward with a forced laugh: “Haha, these are actually for me and Sister Ying. But since the office is full, we temporarily placed them here with the Director, ahaha…”
“Ah, that makes sense! It’s normal to store things that don’t fit in the Director’s place! Our Director Chen is truly helpful, isn’t he, Lin girl?” Mr. Li nudged Lin Lingling with his elbow.
However, Lin Lingling still didn’t get Mr. Li’s meaning and scratched her head:
“I remember there’s a storage space, right? Even if you buy a ton, it wouldn’t fill up, would it?”
“Uh…,” Zhao Ying and Xiang Xiaoyuan were speechless, one nervously rubbing the corner of her clothes, the other blushing red as if scalded by hot water, sweating profusely from her palms.
“Enough, enough, all this covering up is improper!” Chen Huaian suddenly turned around, looking at everyone and coldly snorted: “These things are what this sovereign wants. This sovereign needs these things for enlightenment! Not like you guys with dirty minds! All you can see in these things is sensuality, but what does this sovereign see? This sovereign sees history, cultural accumulation, the wisdom of the working people, aesthetics!”
Chen Huaian spoke confidently, but his hands kept going into his pockets and coming out repeatedly.
“Oh! I get it! So what kind of enlightenment are you seeking, Director?”
The air in the containment room fell silent again.
“Cough, three eggs, you’re now a member of the Demon-Slaying Division in Province C.” Chen Huaian didn’t answer Lin Lingling’s question, just pointed coldly outside the containment room: “I order you, as the Director, to run fifty laps on the training ground immediately. That’s one of your training tasks today.”
“Then… can you tell me what kind of enlightenment after running?”
“Give it to this sovereign, quick —— go —— run ——!”
…
Lin Lingling went out to run.
After Zhao Ying and Xiang Xiaoyuan delivered the goods, they quickly left.
Mr. Li also found an excuse to escape.
Only the solitary figure of Chen Huaian remained in the containment room.
A cold low-pressure atmosphere spread around, Ba Ji cowered in the corner trembling like a leaf, Xiao Qing squatted in the bathtub pretending to be a normal fish, Jiu Zhuan Ling Lan didn’t run around anymore, Babybear lay straight on the ground, and Mr. Shrimp King stuck in the alloy wall pretended to be dead together.
“No problem, what difference does this misunderstanding make to this sovereign? As long as this sovereign’s strength grows rapidly, these misunderstandings will eventually turn into understanding!” Chen Huaian realized that practicing Heavenly Demon Art had somewhat affected his emotions. He was more irritable than before, and just now he even had the impulse to blow up the entire containment facility in Province C.
He opened his electronic girlfriend game.
Li Qingran was his heart’s harbor.
As long as he looked at Li Qingran, his heart could calm down.
[Your remaining lifespan: 93 years]
[Today’s divination: Slightly ominous —— suitable for marriage, unsuitable for buying clothes, visiting]
Chen Huaian’s mouth twitched.
Damn accurate!
Seeing that Li Qingran was still cultivating, he casually recharged 88 yuan to set up a soundproofing array.
Then he started moving the cultivation resources bought by Zhao Ying and Xiang Xiaoyuan into Li Qingran’s little house.
Unlike many modern girls, Li Qingran’s room was not only impeccably clean but also seemed cold and monotonous, without any dopamine-style decorations. The color palette was only black, white, and gray. The only bit of color was the bed and the clothes on her body. Those clothes were all gifts from him, and he vaguely remembered that long ago, Li Qingran’s own clothes were mainly neutral tones too.
Chen Huaian searched around helplessly and felt a pang of sadness.
Such a pretty and obedient girl couldn’t even find a second hairpin, let alone other jewelry.
Even Yue Qianchi, who was careless and unkempt, always wore different jewelry depending on her mood and the weather every time she appeared.
Was Li Qingran not interested in dressing up? How could that be possible? It must still be because of the hardships she endured at Bluecloud Sect, where her spirit stones were used up by her senior brother, and she was always tense and under high pressure, never having time to think about dressing up. Over time, she developed this habit.
There were a few sprigs of fragrant purple iris inserted in the flowerpot on the windowsill, their petals quivering in the moonlight. Li Qingran’s shadow flowed between the cracks in the floorboards. The grass outside the little house rustled faintly, like sand slipping through the fingers, casting a cool silver edge on her gently rising shoulders.
In just over a month.
The worry had disappeared from the girl’s tranquil eyebrows, replaced by confidence and joy.
Chen Huaian looked at Li Qingran and secretly vowed in his heart.
“Just wait…
This sovereign will make you the most beautiful and happiest female sword immortal in the Cangyun Realm!”
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