The Destiny Villainess Wants Me To Work!

Chapter 286: Heart Stifling!

The atmosphere immediately became quieter.

Song Meilin frowned slightly.

She couldn’t understand why Wu Haruto would suddenly invite the two of them.

After all, they had only arrived yesterday.

Su Mo and Yang Qingxi exchanged a glance.

The timing felt somewhat suspicious.

Especially after everything that had happened during the last twenty-four hours.

The guard remained silent and waited patiently.

After a brief pause, Song Meilin turned toward them.

"Do you two want to go?"

She did not make the decision for them.

After everything that had happened, she felt it was better to respect their wishes.

Su Mo thought for a moment before nodding.

"It doesn’t hurt to meet him."

Whether it was related to the attacker, the Pishachas, or something else entirely, avoiding the Sect Master would only create tension between. If possible he wanted to avoid such things from happening.

Yang Qingxi shared the same thought as him. So she nodded as well.

"I agree."

Song Meilin looked at the two of them before letting out a quiet sigh. "Then I’ll come along."

The guard did not object. Which made it clear the Sect Master hadn’t made him avoid others.

Or maybe he had expected Elder Song to accompany them.

Thus, under the curious gazes of the disciples nearby, the group changed directions and began heading toward the Sect Master’s residence.

Only Shen Xing remained standing where she was.

She watched the departing figures disappear down the path before unconsciously puffing her cheeks.

Not a single one of them had asked whether she wanted to come along.

Not that she actually wanted to.

Still, asking was basic courtesy, wasn’t it?

After standing there for several seconds, Shen Xing folded her arms and let out a dramatic sigh.

"Forget it."

A smile slowly appeared on her face.

"They’re children anyway. As their aunt, I should be magnanimous."

The moment the thought appeared, she nearly laughed at herself.

Just a few minutes ago, being called "Aunt Xing" had nearly made her explode from embarrassment. Now she was already accepting the role.

People truly adapted quickly.

Feeling slightly better, Shen Xing began walking toward Song Meilin’s residence.

The morning breeze carried a pleasant chill, helping calm the complicated emotions she had been dealing with since last night. Unfortunately, that peace didn’t last very long.

Halfway there, she spotted a familiar figure standing in front of a flower shop.

Wu Lao.

Several baskets filled with colorful flowers surrounded him while his little maid stood nearby, dutifully offering suggestions.

For a brief moment, Shen Xing’s mood brightened.

A foolish thought even appeared in her heart.

’Could those flowers be for her?’

She immediately suppressed the thought, but not before it had already made her steps a little lighter.

As she approached, Wu Lao’s voice drifted over.

"Miss Ling should like this one, right?"

The maid carefully examined the flower before nodding.

"Yes, Young Master. This one suits Miss Ling’s temperament."

The smile on Shen Xing’s face froze.

For some reason, her footsteps suddenly felt much heavier.

"...Wu Lao."

Hearing her voice, Wu Lao turned around.

"Oh, Xing. You’re here." His face brightened. "Perfect timing. Come help me choose flowers."

Shen Xing looked at the flowers, then at him. "...Are you buying these for that woman?"

Wu Lao frowned immediately.

"What’s with that tone?"

He shook his head disapprovingly.

"That woman or whatnot sounds rude. Be polite."

Then, with complete seriousness, he corrected her.

"Call her Miss Wu."

Shen Xing felt her heart sink a little. "Miss Ling?"

"That’s right." Wu Lao nodded happily. Then he revealed a smile so bright that it almost hurt to look at.

"I’ve already decided." He carefully picked up a flower and said. "I’m going to propose to her today."

Shen Xing’s breathing paused.

Wu Lao, completely unaware of the damage he was causing, continued speaking enthusiastically.

"I want to marry her."

For a moment, Shen Xing couldn’t hear anything else.

The sounds of the marketplace seemed distant.

The voices around her became blurry.

Only those words remained.

I want to marry her...

She forced herself to maintain a smile.

"I see." The words felt strangely difficult to say. "Then go for it."

She looked away slightly hiding her expressio. "I’m sure the two of you would be a good match."

Wu Lao immediately laughed.

"Haha, you think so too?"

His mood seemed even better than before.

Unfortunately, Shen Xing no longer had the strength to continue the conversation.

"Anyway, I still have things to do."

She waved her hand casually.

"Good luck."

Without waiting for a response, she turned around and left.

Wu Lao blinked.

"Huh?"

He watched her retreating figure.

"What’s wrong with her?"

The maid silently lowered her head.

Almost everyone knew the answer. Unfortunately, her young master remained completely clueless.

After pondering for two seconds, Wu Lao shrugged. "Whatever."

Then he returned to choosing flowers.

After all, today’s proposal was far more important than Shen Xing’s abnormality.

The maid sighed to herself, feeling pity for Shen Xing.

Neither of them noticed another customer standing inside the flower shop.

The man appeared to be browsing flowers casually, yet his attention had been fixed on their conversation from the very beginning.

It was Wu Chaochang.

Disguised and hidden among the crowd, he had originally been searching for an opportunity to capture Shen Xing.

Who would have thought he would overhear something far more interesting?

His eyes narrowed slightly.

The rumors throughout the sect claimed that Shen Xing and Wu Lao shared feelings for one another.

Apparently, rumors were only rumors.

The woman Wu Lao truly cared about was someone else.

A cold smile gradually appeared on Wu Chaochang’s damaged face.

His gaze swept across Wu Lao.

Then he silently repeated a name.

"Miss Ling... Right?"

A sinister glint flickered within his eyes.

"So you’re planning to marry her?" A faint chuckle escaped his lips.

"You dog father and son..."

His expression gradually darkened.

"When you destroyed everything I cared about, did you ever think about my feelings?"

The memories of the garbage-filled courtyard flashed through his mind once again.

The humiliation, anger, and resentment. None of it had disappeared. It had only grown stronger burning inside him.

Since he couldn’t easily deal with Wu Haruto for now, taking a little interest from his son wasn’t unreasonable.

At least, that’s how Wu Chaochang saw it.

Without lingering any longer, he quietly left the flower shop and disappeared into the crowd.

Meanwhile, Shen Xing continued walking away, completely unaware that her heartbreak had accidentally helped her avoid a disaster.

And somewhere else within the sect, Ye Chen remained blissfully unaware that another protagonist had just set his sights on her.

At this moment, Ye Chen was sitting cross-legged on her bed, carefully reading the cultivation manual Wu Lao had personally delivered earlier.

The manual contained not only the White Moon Sect’s introductory cultivation method, but also numerous notes and annotations left behind by Sect Master Wu Haruto himself. For ordinary disciples, such a thing was almost impossible to obtain. Yet Wu Lao had handed it over without hesitation, afraid that she might encounter difficulties while learning.

According to the manual, once she successfully sensed spiritual energy and established a connection with it, she could begin her formal cultivation journey. After that, she only needed to consume Dharma Pills and steadily accumulate spiritual power.

Thinking of the pills, Ye Chen’s gaze shifted toward the wooden box resting on the table nearby.

Inside were dozens of Dharma Pills.

Wu Lao had proudly told her that these should be enough for at least a month of cultivation.

What Ye Chen didn’t know was that the quantity she had received far exceeded the monthly allocation of ordinary inner disciples. In fact, even many elders would feel envious after seeing such resources.

From beginning to end, Wu Lao had only wanted one thing. To provide her with the best.

Unfortunately, the person receiving that goodwill was Ye Chen.

A sneer gradually appeared on her beautiful face.

The expression looked completely out of place against such delicate features.

’I only need to continue stringing that fool along for a little longer.’

Her fingers lightly tapped the wooden box.

’Resources, techniques, cultivation guidance. He practically delivers everything to my doorstep himself.’

The more she thought about it, the more satisfied she became.

As for Wu Lao’s feelings, Ye Chen felt nothing but disgust.

In her eyes, he was merely another useful tool.

A stepping stone and a convenient source of resources.

Still, after calming down and considering the situation rationally, she found that things were not entirely unacceptable.

Wu Lao wanted to marry her? Fine.

Let him dream.

When the time came, she could simply poison him, cripple him, or make him permanently impotent. After all, there were countless methods to achive that.

As long as she continued obtaining benefits, there was no need to reject him immediately.

By then, once her cultivation became sufficiently powerful, she could deal with both father and son together.