C19 The One with a Bad Mouth Ended up like This

"I've got something to take care of at the sect, so I'm heading out!"

Zhou Ke'er called out to Ye Qinghui before she took her leave.

"Come hang out whenever you're free!"

Chen Laosan called out, waving to Zhou Ke'er as she walked away.

Now it was just the master and his disciple left.

Chen Laosan gazed intently at his prized pupil.

"What's with the stare? What's going on in that head of yours?"

"I've got an idea, a definite plan!"

"What kind of plan?"

"Your skills with the ladies are extraordinary!" Chen Laosan remarked.

"I won't acknowledge that!"

"Regardless, you're handling Xiang's situation!"

"What am I supposed to handle? Woo her? I think she's a bit too old for me!"

"I don't mind her age at all!"

"Ah, now I get it!"

When his master spoke like that, Ye Qinghui immediately grasped his intentions. He then offered a slew of suggestions, starting with flowers, because all women love flowers, regardless of their profession. They all harbor a love for blossoms. And then, women appreciate warmth.

So, he planned to give her small gifts, snacks, and such, to ensure she always felt his presence. Like a persistent tenant in her heart, that's how he would win her over.

The first step was to send flowers.

Chen Laosan delegated the flower delivery to Ye Qinghui.

Ye Qinghui was stunned. It was as if he'd dug a hole only to bury himself in it. Could this really work?

He felt his mood sour in an instant.

But Ye Qinghui couldn't defy him; after all, Chen Laosan was his direct superior. What could he possibly do? He still needed to rely on him to learn his craft. He couldn't just strike out on his own, could he? The thought alone was disheartening.

Outside the Jade Garden.

The burly man was blocking Ye Qinghui's path once again.

The man's eyes were fixed on the flower in Ye Qinghui's hand, seemingly guessing his intent to charm the boss lady.

"Delivering something to the boss lady?"

"Got it, understood!"

The burly man stepped aside.

This time was different; he made no move to stop Ye Qinghui from passing.

Ye Qinghui approached the lady boss, Xiang, with unprecedented ease.

"You're trying to woo me?"

Xiang eyed Ye Qinghui with curiosity.

"My master sent me to deliver this."

"Oh!"

Xiang's response was nonchalant, as if the matter was of little consequence.

Yet, beneath her casual demeanor, her heart fluttered with sweetness, though she chose not to reveal it. It was as simple as that.

"Well, I should be going now!"

"Ah Hong, see him out!"

Xiang beckoned.

A charming figure emerged; it was Ah Hong.

Ah Hong was strikingly beautiful, her figure accentuated by the long robe she wore, exuding an allure that was hard to ignore.

But it all depended on the observer.

Ye Qinghui was simply there to make a delivery, and once finished, he intended to leave.

The two of them exited in silence, not exchanging a single word.

Ah Hong had hoped for a flirtatious encounter, yet Ye Qinghui was indifferent, not sparing her a single glance. It was enough to frustrate anyone.

Ye Qinghui's aloofness was giving Ah Hong a headache.

"I'm off, no need to escort me."

Ye Qinghui announced his departure.

This man...

Ah Hong stamped her foot in vexation, having never encountered such an audacious man. He seemed utterly disinterested in her, regardless of her beauty. To him, she was just another person, with no potential for any connection.

Damn it, how could he be so sure there was no connection without even trying? If one is bold enough to try, anything is possible.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was the next day.

There he was, prodding Ye Qinghui into action once more.

What was the plan this time? Chen Laosan had personally crafted a small gift, a delicate ornament carved with exquisite knife skills. It was a lifelike representation of Xiang.

Ye Qinghui found himself once again at the entrance of the Jade Garden.

He genuinely did not want to be there.

But he really had no choice.

He regretted making those minor suggestions to his master. In the end, it wasn't someone else who fell into the trap; he had unwittingly sabotaged himself.

What a mess this has become!

It's incredibly frustrating. Is there any chance of fixing it?

"I know!"

The muscular man nodded, preemptively stepping aside without needing any prompting from Ye Qinghui.

"Were you looking for me back then?"

Ah Hong inquired, gazing at Ye Qinghui.

"No, I was looking for your mother!"

"Why do you make it sound like I'm for sale? She's my boss, not my 'mother.' If you're going for a term of endearment, 'sister' would be more appropriate, not 'madam.' Thanks a lot!"

"Suit yourself!"

Ye Qinghui walked away after his remark.

His nonchalant demeanor clearly indicated he had no intention of lingering or engaging in further conversation. Isn't that infuriating?

But that's the point. He wanted to provoke that exact feeling of irritation, regardless of the consequences.

Absolutely maddening!

What's he trying to pull with this damn thing?

Is there any hope left for it?

He's just blatantly disrespectful.

Meanwhile, Ye Qinghui had already delivered the item into Xiang's hands. Doing so once or twice didn't seem significant.

But the real concern was his relentless persistence, coming back time and again!

If he continued this approach, he was bound to capture Xiang's heart.

Xiang examined the small trinket. Even though it had been over a year since they last met, he had remembered every feature of hers and had reflected it in the ornament. What did that imply? Clearly, she was in his thoughts, even if he remained silent about it.

This man!

Xiang was thrilled, which made things difficult for Ye Qinghui.

One had fully embraced his advice, while the other quietly accepted gift after gift. So, the question arose: how long was he going to keep this up?

Could it still work out?

Dragging this out indefinitely, when would there be an end to it?

And then there was Ah Hong. Was there something wrong with him, fearing theft?

Every visit was met with vigilant scrutiny, time after time.

Whenever Ye Qinghui arrived, the other party would invariably fix their gaze on him.

The situation was so perplexing that he wasn't sure whether he should directly inquire about the other party's intentions.

Ye Qinghui truly didn't want to come, but it was clear that his master wouldn't rest until he had won over Xiang's affections.