At the dinner table,
Ning Rongrong and Grandma Tom's conversation finally subsided after a while. He
Qiutian stared blankly at
Ning Rongrong, who had just been telling her grandmother to discipline and control Ye Qiu.
In the blink of an eye, she was acting like a virtuous wife,
serving Ye Qiu his meal, constantly showing concern and adding food to
his plate. "Xiaotian, come here... this is a gift from Grandma."
Right there at the dinner table, Grandma Tom unabashedly took out the bracelet from earlier.
"Ah? Grandma... I can't accept this."
He Qiutian snapped out of her daze and hurriedly tried to wave her hand to refuse.
But Grandma Tom took the opportunity to grab her wrist and put the bracelet on her wrist.
"You child, what is there that you can't accept?"
"Didn't you hear what Xiao Qiu just said? We gave him our family heirloom. From now on, this is our family's new heirloom!"
Hearing Grandma Tom's admonition,
He Qiutian was clearly stunned for a moment, looking up at Ning Rongrong and Ye Qiu.
"That's right, Grandma is right. Xiaotian, you must take good care of this family heirloom!"
Ning Rongrong gently patted Henhou Tian's hair, smiling warmly.
"Hmm, accept it. It's not too valuable to us,"
Ye Qiu said softly.
"Hiss, Xiao Qiu, why are you still so tactless? This is our family heirloom, how can it not be valuable?"
Jerry rolled his eyes, and after being glared at by Grandma Tom, he lowered his head and said,
"Hmph! You think you're so good at talking? You're always hanging out with those blockheads. Birds of a feather flock together."
"Hehe. Yes, yes, it's my fault."
Grandpa Jerry's face turned slightly red under the amused gazes of Ye Qiu and Ning Rongrong, and he nodded repeatedly.
Grandma Tom didn't pay much attention to them, put the bracelet on Henhou Tian's wrist, and instructed,
"Xiaotian, you can't be like them in the future."
"I, I know, Grandma."
Henhou Tian looked at the bracelet inlaid with several crimson diamonds on his wrist and suddenly felt a little heavy.
He Qiu turned to Ye Qiu and Ning Rongrong and said, "Thank you, Senior Ye Qiu and Sister Rongrong." "
You're welcome. If you're interested in visiting my house sometime,"
Ning Rongrong waved her hand, looking at He Qiutian and extending her invitation.
"Also, if you graduate in the future, you can ask me to arrange an advanced soul master academy for you."
"Advanced soul master academy?"
He Qiutian stared blankly at Ye Qiu and Ning Rongrong.
"So, are Senior Ye Qiu and Sister Rongrong also studying at an advanced soul master academy now?"
"Yes, Rongrong and I are probably still studying at Blue Tyrant Academy."
Ye Qiu nodded slightly.
Although he hadn't attended any classes, Ning Rongrong and the others had.
And they were the big sisters of Blue Tyrant Academy.
"Probably?"
He Qiutian didn't know why Ye Qiu would use those two words.
"Haha...because that academy is also my husband's, right?"
Ning Rongrong giggled and explained for him.
Then she looked at Ye Qiu with a hint of resentment.
"So of course, someone doesn't need to go to class."
"..."
He Qiutian fell silent.
She found that the more time she spent with Ye Qiu and the others, the more shocking the information she received became.
That advanced Soul Master academy called Blue Tyrant Academy...
actually belonged to Ye Qiu?
And Ning Rongrong's use of the word "considered" made her imagination run wild.
Could it be that
Senior Ye Qiu had also taken the dean's daughter or something into his fold?
"Alright, there's still a year to go. This old woman hopes Xiao Tian will spend more time with me."
Grandma Tom didn't want to get involved in the affairs of the Soul Master world.
Although she possessed some cultivation,
she hadn't cultivated since her father's death and her marriage to Jerry.
"Yes, yes, let's eat first."
Grandpa Jerry understood his wife's concerns; she was worried that Hen Qiu might encounter setbacks or accidents on his path to becoming a Soul Master.
"Mm-hmm."
Ning Rongrong nodded, then said to Hen Qiu,
"But if Xiao Tian wants to come to Rongrong's house, he should find an opportunity to tell his husband."
"With him here, going anywhere is very convenient; it won't take long."
Hen Qiu looked at Ye Qiu strangely,
immediately thinking of his Soul Skill that allowed him to appear and disappear out of thin air.
He nodded slightly.
She opened her mouth, but seeing Tom and Jerry, she hesitated to say something.
She didn't want them to worry.
From them, she had received a long-lost sense of family and warmth.
Ye Qiu's eyes flickered slightly.
He remained calm and quietly ate his meal with Ning Rongrong.
The night deepened, and the food on the table gradually decreased; it seemed Ye Qiu was about to leave.
Unable to contain herself, she asked, "Senior Ye Qiu, when will you be coming next?"
"Hmm?"
Ye Qiu raised an eyebrow.
Judging from her subtle expression, He Qiutian definitely had something to tell her.
"I'm in a bit of a bind lately, so I might come again tomorrow or the day after. Anyway, there should be many more opportunities this month."
"Hmm, I... I understand."
Under Ye Qiu's gaze, He Qiutian's dark face flushed slightly.
She lowered her head and nodded slightly.
"Heh, if you need any help, just say so. When I said you were my sworn sister, I wasn't just saying it lightly."
Ye Qiu chuckled, gently patting her thin shoulder.
"Hmm, Xiao Tian understands."
He Qiutian nodded, watching Ye Qiu and Ning Rongrong disappear before her eyes.
...
Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
In Ning Rongrong's courtyard, Ye Qiu appeared.
Ning Rongrong was already riding on his shoulders, clutching his azure hair.
"Husband, did Xiaotian want to see you about something?"
"Probably, maybe she wants me to help her get revenge."
Ye Qiu grabbed Ning Rongrong's ankle and chuckled softly.
He slowly walked into the room, sensing Ning Rongrong's warm, moist breath on his neck.
Ye Qiu immediately felt a little uncomfortable.
With her riding on his neck like this, he'd probably have to change positions to satisfy her later.
He really didn't have that strange fetish!
Ning Rongrong had wanted to try many times before, but Ye Qiu had always refused.
Ning Rongrong bent over, holding Ye Qiu's head, about to change her position to face him.
"Husband, are you ready? Rongrong has done so much for you. Just try, okay?"
"Rongrong, this...this..."
Ye Qiu hesitated.
But as Ning Rongrong said, she had already done a lot to please him.
And Rongrong was a gentleman who only used words, not fists; she would also help Ye Qiu calm down when he did something.
He really had no reason to refuse.