Song Xu’s heart sank when Ouyang Ye looked at him. Under the ‘threat’ of this fear, he also felt an inexplicable sense of crisis. He tightly pursed his lips, cautiously took a step back, and then grinned foolishly at Ouyang Ye.
Feng Qishi glanced at Song Xu, who was intimidated by Ouyang Ye, and said coldly, “Whether you believe me or not is irrelevant to me, but,” he stared sternly at Ouyang Ye, “I don’t like anyone disturbing me when I’m busy.”
“So what if I’m disturbing you?” Ouyang Ye was annoyed by Feng Qishi’s attitude and became angry.
Feng Qishi was not at all affected by Ouyang Ye’s attitude. “…” He simply watched Ouyang Ye quietly. What else could he say nonsensically?
Ouyang Ye frowned. “I’m talking to you, you…”
“Have nothing to say.” Feng Qishi intended to interrupt.
Ouyang Ye narrowed his eyes. “Have nothing to say,” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips. He glanced around, nodded, and said, “Fine, you continue your work. I want to see if Xiao’er is really here or not.” As he spoke, he waved his arm, and the windows, doors, and all the bookshelves swung open with a loud bang.
Song Xu watched this scene, his eyes widening in terror.
Immediately after, Ouyang Ye put one hand behind his back, turned around, and looked at Song Xu. “…” He deliberately remained silent, wanting to scare Song Xu.
Feng Qishi watched Ouyang Ye’s back, intentionally remaining quiet. Because he knew… Ouyang Ye would not lay a hand on Song Xu.
Song Xu looked at Ouyang Ye, shrinking his shoulders in fear. “You… you… why… why are you looking at me?” He was completely terrified by Ouyang Ye.
Ouyang Ye listened to Song Xu’s stammering ‘reply’ and sneered, “I really didn’t expect the people you know to be so cowardly.” As he spoke, he turned back to look at Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi said coldly, “What kind of people I know has nothing to do with you. You’ve finished searching, you can leave now.”
“I can, but,” Ouyang Ye’s lips curved, “I am very curious about one thing right now.”
Feng Qishi’s face was cold, and he remained silent.
Ouyang Ye paid no attention to Feng Qishi’s attitude. Instead, a smile appeared on his face, and he continued, “Do you genuinely not know who the Xiao’er I mentioned is, or…” he said, “are you pretending.”
“Don’t know…”
“I remember mentioning Xiao’er in front of you. Oh,” Ouyang Ye put on a look of sudden realization, “I get it, you’re playing dumb. Are you particularly jealous of me, being able to fly side-by-side with Xiao’er… no, it should be Mu Anxiao.”
“I want to ask you a question,” Feng Qishi said, his fists clenched slightly, his expression unchanged.
Ouyang Ye glanced down at Feng Qishi’s clenched fist and felt a surge of pleasure. “Speak, and I will reply with great care.”
“Gu Yan, is she a demon soul?” Feng Qishi asked, ignoring Song Xu. He recalled that Gu Yan had first possessed Bing’er. Although he hadn’t specifically investigated Gu Yan’s ‘identity’, just from this point alone, he guessed… she should be a demon soul.
And his purpose in asking Ouyang Ye this question now… was actually just to stop listening to Ouyang Ye’s boasting.
“Thinking of understanding your wife so quickly,” Ouyang Ye chuckled.
Feng Qishi’s expression was blank. “Not really.”
“Then why…”
“There are some things I need to clarify with my master, so before that, I must understand Gu Yan, lest I be ridiculed by them in the future,” Feng Qishi said deliberately.
Ouyang Ye lowered his gaze and smiled. “You are indeed thoughtful.”
“Reasonably so.”
“Don’t be modest,” Ouyang Ye said, looking at Feng Qishi. After a few seconds of pause, he continued, “If you want to understand Gu Yan, go and understand her yourself. Don’t ask me.”
“You…”
“Alright, since Xiao’er isn’t here, I’ll be leaving now,” Ouyang Ye interrupted, turning around.
Seeing this, Song Xu deliberately lowered his head.
Then, Feng Qishi thought for a moment and said again, “Mu Anxiao has already agreed to marry you.” As he spoke, his relaxed fists tightened again.
Ouyang Ye chuckled and said, “The raw rice has already been cooked into cooked rice. As for those ceremonial things, it doesn’t matter whether they are held or not. In other words,” he turned his face to look at Feng Qishi, “after last night, she is already my wife.” After speaking, he glanced back at Song Xu and left.
After Ouyang Ye had completely left, Feng Qishi discarded the scroll in his hand and looked at Song Xu, who was staring at him. “What are you looking at me for?”
“Although I don’t know who Mu Anxiao is, but…” Song Xu’s face was full of gossip. “I want to ask, do you have someone you like?”
“You ask too much,” Feng Qishi said, sighing softly. He lowered his head and continued to sort through the scrolls.
Song Xu was stunned. He walked to the door and hastily closed the doors and windows one by one. Then he turned to look at Feng Qishi, who was reading a book, and asked, “Why did that person have wind when he waved his arm just now? Could it be that he’s not human? Also, you have a master, and I didn’t know? Demon soul…”
“You ask too much,” Feng Qishi interrupted, looking up at Song Xu. “For some things, playing dumb is better than being sober.”
“But his eyes were really terrifying.” Song Xu was frightened.
“He won’t do anything to you,” Feng Qishi knew that Ouyang Ye enjoyed scaring people and would not do anything out of line.
“Really?” Song Xu confirmed with caution.
Feng Qishi nodded. “Yes, you can leave now.” He still didn’t want Song Xu to get involved. Right now, he hoped… Song Xu would leave voluntarily.
“I won’t,” Song Xu shook his head.
Feng Qishi sighed. “Then stay. That fellow will come back later, and you…”
“I’m entangled by a monster,” Song Xu suddenly interrupted.
Feng Qishi was stunned and stared into Song Xu’s determined eyes without speaking.
Song Xu continued, “I’m serious. You just saw it, I’m targeted by that neurotic guy again. If…”
“He just looked at you a couple more times. You don’t need to be so narcissistic,” Feng Qishi said, continuing to read.
“I don’t care, you have to protect me,” Song Xu said. After witnessing the calm conversation between Feng Qishi and Ouyang Ye just now, he had decided to follow Feng Qishi. Now… Feng Qishi had given him the opportunity to say this.
Feng Qishi knew that Song Xu would make such arrangements, so he remained silent.
Song Xu hugged his arms and looked at Feng Qishi, who was ignoring him. He wasn’t angry at all, just smiled faintly. “If you don’t say anything, it means you tacitly agree.”
“Even if you don’t say it, I won’t watch you die,” Feng Qishi said while reading.
Song Xu heard this, clasped his hands in greeting, and laughed, “Thank you.”
Feng Qishi glanced at Song Xu, then thought of Mu Anxiao, and his heart sank.