Chapter 6: Her Heart Slightly Softens 06

Fu Qiwei accompanied her in the hospital.

As soon as the anesthetic took effect she fell asleep, then suddenly opened her eyes, grabbed the man's hand beside her, and burrowed into his embrace, "Fu Qiwei, where's the ring?"

When she heard that she had swallowed a 5-carat American round diamond ring, she was dumbfounded.

She had never worn one in several lifetimes, but the novel's domineering CEO lived up to his type, casually slipping a diamond ring worth millions onto her.

"It's on your hand." He rested his chin on her restless little head, the petite woman tracing circles on his chest, "Fu Qiwei, this easily diverts my attention from you, making me fall in love with your money."

He pinched her hand, closed his eyes, and said, "That's also loving me, then loving my money."

Yi Ruan fingered the diamond ring, her heart blooming with joy, "Fu Qiwei, this proposal doesn't count, I..."

Before she could finish, Fu Qiwei fiercely pinched her waist, "Not count? You say it doesn't count, so it doesn't?"

"That won't do, too perfunctory—who proposes marriage in a hospital?"

He murmured, "And no one eats a proposal ring."

She was discharged that morning, and she asked Fu Qiwei whether he was going to the office or heading home.

"First go home to change clothes, then we'll go to Gouwen."

She had seen this bar called Gouwen in a book; the boss is Feng Teng, a playboy.

……

……

Just as they entered, she suddenly paused; the man turned his head to look at her, "Um, Qiwei, you go first, I'm going to the restroom."

Fu Qiwei took her hand and said gently, "Let me accompany you; the people here aren't exactly upstanding."

Outside the restroom

A man with both hands in his pockets leaned against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his mouth; he wasn't a chain-smoker, but whenever he felt down he'd light up a few—not for any particular reason, his mother never let him touch tobacco, and he felt that defying her made him feel a bit better, so when his mood was bad he smoked.

The bodyguard beside him looked at his master's state and felt heartbroken, "Sir, I believe Miss Yi Ruan will not leave you."

His cold gaze flicked to Awei, that look holding many emotions, quite complex; after a moment he heard the sound of flushing and said softly, "Don't bring it up in front of the mistress."

Fu Qiwei handed the half-smoked cigarette still emitting a wisp of smoke to Awei, who took it, knowing the boss didn't want Miss Yi Ruan to find out.

Yi Ruan washed her hands, gave them a quick wipe, and came out.

As she drew near him, a smell of smoke lingered.

To be frank, she personally detests the smell of smoke.

Although she didn't say anything, she still furrowed her brows slightly.

"What's wrong?" his voice low and hoarse, he took her hand and their fingers intertwined.

Yi Ruan stayed silent; he chuckled lightly, "If you don't like the smell of smoke, I'll have Awei stay farther away when he smokes."

She wasn't an idiot, seeing through but not exposing it, she smiled and said, "Mm-hmm."

The Fu household

Yu Ma brewed a pot of tea; the tea sat in a white jade cup, she had studied the tea ceremony and knew how to brew it well, the dark green tea tips rolled in the warm spring water, the color clear and bright.

She served it to the guest.

This guest is no ordinary person.

Not someone a typical wealthy person could see.

He rarely pays a visit; when he does, it brings either blessing or disaster.

What kind of blessing? Fame, profit, and power are merely ordinary things; what kind of disaster? Family ruin and death are likewise ordinary.

The elusive National Preceptor Mo—this title of "National Preceptor" is not self-proclaimed but a respectful appellation from upper‑society dignitaries; no one knows where he comes from, where he lives, or his age.

All that is known is that he is not old, yet highly capable, able to calculate a family's fortune and know the Mandate of Heaven.

South of the West Sea, beside the Flowing Sand, beyond the Red Water, before the Black Water lies a great mountain named Kunlun Mountain.

Some say he is immortal, because when nobles sent experts to Kunlun Mountain to seek him, they met him midway; he only said, "Do not seek me; if it is chaos, I am at ease." Later, after that family had passed through several generations and fallen into decline, he intervened—and remained youthful.

In legend, Kunlun Mountain is the abode of the Queen Mother of the West, who possesses the elixir of immortality; emperors through the ages have almost held every power, yet lacked the right to live forever, so Kunlun Mountain became a divine realm.

Countless immortals and Daoists have flocked to Kunlun Mountain, but no one knows exactly where it lies; perhaps the man before us can tell the world.

The man wore a white cotton T‑shirt, a thin white shirt jacket, with embroidery at the collar—a turtle, the clumsy stitching of his mother; a pure silver chain hung around his neck, his body heat warming the cold chain, and he wore black suit trousers, giving him an ethereal, daoist aura.

On his left hand he also wore a string of prayer beads, which Yu Ma had seen before.

Mo Zhi noticed her gaze linger on his prayer beads for a moment, lifted his teacup, and said, "You have seen this string of prayer beads."

Not a question, but an affirmation.

"I've seen it on my lady's wrist, very similar." She was quite familiar with those beads; when the master took in the lady, it was seeing the beads on her wrist that first sparked his curiosity about her identity.

She recalled the lady saying that it had been placed on her by her family, the red cord of the bead string being special and very tough.

"Does your lady still wear it?" Those beads were placed on her by his own hand; he didn't know their current state, and the beads could ward off calamity for her—after twelve uses they'd be spent, leaving only her own fate.

"Once, when the lady was asleep, the bead string fell off and she couldn't put it back on." Yu Ma sat down on a chair lower than his—this is the Fu family rule—"The master said this is the only thing her family left her, so he had the bead string carefully put away."

Mo Zhi took a sip of the tea, furrowed his brows slightly, and remarked that her days had not been good; this tea, this water, were not fresh.

Yu Ma was startled—she hadn't expected the world‑renowned National Preceptor Mo to be so finicky; even the usual Mr. Shuilonggu wouldn't deign to drink this.

"How are your master and lady?" he asked softly.

Yu Ma pondered, then said softly, "The lady appears obedient but is actually rebellious at heart; the master's affection has worn down her defiant scales, and he has continually used his authority to protect her safety—though she doesn't quite grasp it, now all is well; she and the master are as close as glue, and Mr. Yun Tian proposed to her, whereupon she laughed like a child."

Sometimes she truly envied the lady, having a master who loved her steadfastly for years.

"The master always tiptoes in his love for the lady, while she loves him with her head bowed."

Mo Zhi listened, feeling delighted—"That lass, she's just that kind of person."

Yu Ma chuckled and sighed, "Behind the lady lies the world the master has given her, yet she doesn't even blink."

This is like his Mo family's daughter—she scatters nothing for worldly dust, only moving her heart for a golden form.

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