Righteousness and pure love, yet you ask me to spread demons throughout the world?

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"Xiao Ye, don't worry, in my heart, the most important person is you." He glanced back and whispered in Xiao Ye's ear, "If I'm lying to you, may God strike me with lightning right now."

He felt very uneasy when he said this.

Fortunately, although the rain outside showed signs of intensifying, there was no more thunder. Right, last night was just an accident.

There are so many men in the world who can charm girls, how could God possibly send one down on me?

"Brother!" Xiaoye hugged his belly happily, feeling like a cotton candy melting into his warm chest—soft and fragrant.

The carriage stopped in front of the inn.

"Sister Qiu Ying, I'm back!" Xia Yuelan, dressed in shabby clothes and wearing a straw hat, carried many oil-paper umbrellas from the carriage to the inn. The old couple from the Fu family also came over to help her.

Qiu Ying nodded and took the order form from Xia Yuelan: "Did you tell them that if we can't sell them all, we should return them?" "Yes!" Xia Yuelan took off her straw hat and said cheerfully.

The delivery cart then left. That morning, the oil-paper umbrellas indeed sold very quickly.

Every customer who checked out and left ended up buying one as a last resort.

"Didn't you say it wouldn't rain around the time of the Lantern Festival here?" one customer complained. "I didn't bring an umbrella, but you're selling umbrellas here. Are you doing this on purpose?"

Xia Yuelan said, "Sir, it really doesn't rain these days in previous years. We were worried that our customers wouldn't have umbrellas, so we rushed out to get supplies early this morning. It's all for the sake of our customers."

The man said, "I didn't see you selling it cheaply." Xia Yuelan chuckled.

It's a bit pricey, but if you're so capable, why don't you buy it?

For Qiu Ying and Xia Yuelan, once the Lantern Festival is over, they don't even know if the inn will still be open, and they can forget about getting any repeat customers.

These customers are all here for the Lantern Festival. Half of them left yesterday, and the rest will probably be gone by this morning. If they don't leave, they'll have to pay for an extra day, so they might as well buy umbrellas.

Moreover, once this rain starts, no one knows how many days it will last. If we stay another day, we might have to buy an umbrella tomorrow.

So the guest could only complain a little, but still bought the umbrella, paid the bill, and left with it. Suddenly, two magnificent carriages drove up and stopped in front of the inn.

Immediately following, a maidservant came down with an umbrella, and then the three young ladies, Zhu Xiuhui, Li Xiangtao, and Zhao Xiangmei, got out of the carriage with their respective maidservants holding umbrellas and rushed in.

Just then, the rain intensified, and even though someone was holding an umbrella, the skirt still ended up covered in mud and water.

"You people here are really good at making things up!" Li Xiangtao thought to herself. "They even told us that it doesn't rain here during festivals, which made us realize something was wrong halfway through our boat trip and rush back to shore. We almost ended up drowning in the lake."

Xia Yuelan responded, "It really doesn't rain at this time of year in previous years. Not to mention you, this is the first time we've encountered this."

As she spoke, she put on a straw hat, opened an oil-paper umbrella, and went out in the rain. She opened the gate to the side courtyard and had the servants from Yucheng Mountain park the carriage inside. After much difficulty, she helped the servants park the carriage, unload the horses, and lead them into the stable.

They entered the main hall in the rain with the servants and saw that the three young ladies from Yucheng Mountain were still there, not having gone upstairs. However, their eldest sister, Li Xianrui, was standing there and asked them a few questions.

Then, Li Xianrui looked at the group and said, "I need to go into the city." She then fell silent. Xia Yuelan was still thinking, "Going into the city is fine, but why bother with an umbrella?"

The servants responded, "Yes!" Then Changyu went outside, and one of them said to Xia Yuelan, "Shopkeeper, open the door again."

Xia Yuelan exclaimed "Ah!" and realized what was happening. She quickly put her straw hat back on and went to the side courtyard to open the door for them. They led the horses out, re-tied them, and brought out the carriage, stopping it in front of the inn's main gate.

She held up the oil-paper umbrella for the young lady, helping her avoid the rain dripping from the house, and then got into the carriage. Li Xianrui nodded slightly and rewarded her with a golden bean.

Even Xia Yuelan was flattered: "Too much! Too much!" She had only received one gold bean yesterday, how could she receive another one today?

Li Xianrui said softly, "Keep it!" and then got into the carriage.

Xia Yuelan, holding an oil-paper umbrella, retreated under the eaves. Yesterday, she thought this young lady seemed aloof but was actually quite kind. Today, she felt that this young lady, though kind, was actually better than Buddha.

After the young lady left, her three junior sisters complained as they went upstairs, saying that yesterday the weather was fine and the sky was clear, but why did it suddenly start raining today? It ruined their nice boat trip on the lake.

Xia Yuelan took the gold bean and ran to the counter: "Sister Qiu Ying, look." She spread the gold bean out for Sister Qiu Ying to see.

Qiu Yinggeng glanced at him and said, "We should thank our employer for his hard work."

"Um, thank you, senior brother... no, it was a gift from that young lady, why should I thank him?" Xia Yuelan was completely bewildered. Xia Yuelan had no idea that the young lady was trying to make friends with her future sister-in-law in advance; she only thought that the young lady truly lived up to her reputation as a daughter of a prestigious sect.

Rich and willful, ambitious beyond measure, and better than Buddha.

"Hasn't my senior brother returned yet?" She looked out at the wind and rain. "Even if it's raining, why didn't he buy an umbrella?" Qiu Ying said calmly, "He came back just as dawn broke. He went up the mountain from the backyard and seems to have gotten soaked."

She shook her head, recalling how he had jumped off the balcony of that young lady's room, clothes in hand, and rushed up the mountain in the rain, his bare bottom exposed. That bottom was quite shapely!

Chapter 176 My Junior Sister is Too Amazing!

Fu Hai stayed with his little sister Xiao Ye until almost noon.

After getting up, he rummaged through his belongings to find an umbrella, and then used it to go to the pavilion where Lingyue lived.

"Lingyue? Lingyue?"

Both are three-story, hipped-roof pavilions, but Yue Lan lives on the second floor, while Ling Yue lives on the third floor, which is a bit higher.

He went upstairs and knocked gently on the door: "Lingyue?"

The door opened.

Song Lingyue was wearing a plain white long dress with a draped front, her hair loose. She looked up at him, then turned and walked inside.

"Lingyue, we really owe you a lot last night." Fu Hai followed behind his junior sister sheepishly.

"Don't come to me with this kind of thing again!"

Song Lingyue said irritably.

Tired of heart!

Along the way, I became even more nervous than him.

She took a large bag from the table, turned around, and tossed it to her senior.

Fu Hai caught it: "This is..."

"I bought this for you as a 'surprise' for Butterfly Girl," Song Lingyue rolled her eyes at him, "You haven't given it to her yet."

"Ah! Right!" Fu Hai exclaimed, "I didn't expect Miss Die to get out of bed and come to find me so quickly yesterday, and then she ended up like that."

He mainly didn't expect that the Butterfly Heroine, having been defeated by his power several times before, would develop a competitive spirit and prepare in advance to turn the tide of the battle.

He practiced the "Ice Crystal Technique," a method that calms the mind and purifies desires.

He stood beside his junior sister, looking down at her with immense admiration: "Luckily, you were there, junior sister. Even in that situation, there was still a way. How did you think of writing a note to the young lady so quickly?"

If Li Xianrui herself had seen him entangled with two women, she would inevitably have overthought things.

But when he wrote a note saying "Help!" and asked Li Xianrui to save him, Li Xianrui's thoughts naturally changed.

Song Lingyue raised her hand and rubbed her temples.

The so-called stroke of genius is actually just anticipating various possibilities and making numerous contingency plans in advance.

The more I think about it, the more exhausted I feel!

This senior brother only cared about his own pleasure and womanizing, while I became the woman supporting him from behind.

The problem is, I'm not practicing the Shattered Dream Blade anymore. In the past, I could at least eavesdrop on other people's conversations.

"Leave me alone!" She flopped onto the tatami mat. "I'm going to sleep all day."

Fu Hai quickly put the bag in his hand aside and sat on the edge of the bed: "Junior sister, let me give you a massage."

She diligently massaged the shoulders and back of the great contributor, and even used the expert gynecologist's hand technique to relieve her mental fatigue.

"By the way, I'm going to talk to Miss Die about Xiao Ye's matter." He said while massaging his junior sister's shoulders, "This can't be dragged on any longer."

Song Lingyue placed her hands on the pillow and tilted her head: "Give the gift to Miss Die first, and then go talk to her."

"Yes!" Fu Hai nodded.

"Don't mention the young lady's affairs," Song Lingyue reminded her again. "Don't let Miss Die know now that this is no longer a love triangle, but a love quadrangle."

Fu Hai said, "I'm not stupid."

The feud between Xiaoye and Diegu hasn't been resolved yet, and now the young lady is being dragged into it as well.

He felt that his junior sister could really hold his head and go out to sea.

"Speaking of which," he looked out the window, "was it thundering and raining in the middle of the night last night?"

“In the past, after the Lantern Festival, it would take at least several days before it would rain. And this rain is so heavy, it was not noticeable at all before, which is strange.”

Song Lingyue also felt that the rain was indeed a bit strange.

But if I had to say something, it never rained during the Lantern Festival in the past, for decades or even centuries, which seemed quite strange to outsiders.

"Alright, alright!" She waved her hand. "Go do your work. That young lady and her three junior sisters will be leaving at noon, won't they?"

Fu Hai said, "They plan to leave in the evening. Xianrui intends to visit that old Mr. Zhao in the yamen jail, and also to go to Baoshuzhai... She's still not giving up."

He withdrew his hand and tucked the blanket around his junior sister: "Then I'll head to the inn first? Do you want me to bring you lunch?"

"No need!" Song Lingyue turned over. "I'll sleep a little longer. I'll get myself something to eat."

Fu Hai got up, picked up the bag on the table again, and opened it as he walked out, wanting to know what surprise Ling Yue had prepared for Butterfly Girl.

She glanced at it, then suddenly turned back: "Lingyue, did you get the gift wrong? This looks like..."

Then, a look of surprise appeared on her face: "Lingyue, you did this on purpose? You're amazing!"

"Get lost!" Song Lingyue no longer wanted to talk to this senior brother.

"Junior Sister, you are truly amazing." Fu Hai couldn't help but rush towards her again, "Let me massage you a little more."

"Don't disturb my sleep!" Song Lingyue glared at him, clutching the blanket.

Fu Hai, carrying the gift bag and holding an umbrella, descended the mountain to the inn.

First, take the gift bag to his room in the backyard of the inn and put it away, and then go to the lobby.

"Sister Qiu Ying, how many guests are left in the inn?" He came to the counter and looked at Sister Qiu Ying, who was doing the accounting.

“Except for the guests in the two upper rooms, everyone else has left,” Qiu Ying said.

"They really left cleanly," Fu Hai remarked. "That makes sense. They came here specifically for the Lantern Festival, and now that the festival is over, they've all left."

“They all wished they could have left yesterday.” Qiu Ying held a small pen, not even looking up. “Who would have thought it would rain so heavily today?”

"Oh, right! They initially said the two upper rooms were for this morning, but the young lady in the front room went into town again and said she'd be there until evening..."

"Just calculate their room rate up to noon today, it's not like they'll be short one more day's rent," Fu Hai said. "Actually, it wouldn't be a problem if we didn't calculate it..."

Qiu Ying said, "Anyway, we can get them back later, right?"