Chapter 136: The Clingy Dong Jiaxu Won't Let Go

Dong Jiaxu was dragged here under threat from his family elders; he had zero interest in this blessing ritual, and was originally just boredly hiding in a corner playing games.

Who would have thought that, without meaning to, he lifted his gaze and actually spotted Lin Lin Mengye, who had stunned him at first sight yesterday; he immediately rushed over to her side and exclaimed in surprise.

Lin Lin Mengye also hadn't expected to see Dong Jiaxu here, and gave him a faint smile.

The two weren't exactly close acquaintances; Lin Lin Mengye thought a brief encounter would be enough, but who knew Dong Jiaxu would stick to her like sticky candy, clinging tightly.

He first glanced at Ye Chenjing, feeling a bit intimidated; his family elders had warned him which young people in the circle he must not offend, and Ye Chenjing topped that list.

But Dong Jiaxu thought he just wanted to talk to Lin Lin Mengye, and she shouldn't give him any trouble.

So he stuck to Lin Lin Mengye's side with a grin, making occasional small talk to get closer.

"Lin Lin Mengye, why are you here too? I thought only old fogeys believed in this stuff. How about we team up and play games over there? Anyway, us young people are just here to join the fun."

He firmly believed that praying to heaven for blessings was just nonsense.

If it were really that effective, the wish list heaven receives would probably be enough to weigh down the sky.

Lin Lin Mengye frowned and said:

"Young Master Dong, this is a solemn occasion; if you have nothing to do, please return to your seat."

Lin Lin Mengye wore her disdain on her face, just wanting to pretend she didn't know this guy.

"Aren't rich second‑generations usually aloof and disdainful? Why is this Young Master Dong so overly familiar?"

Dong Jiaxu still wanted to cling to Lin Lin Mengye, but Ye Chenjing had already stepped forward, blocking her.

He was already half a head taller than Dong Jiaxu; now, with a cold expression, he stood before him, his aura overwhelming, causing Dong Jiaxu to involuntarily retreat a step.

The Dong and Ye families were completely unacquainted, and Ye Chenjing had never interacted with Dong Jiaxu before, showing no mercy.

"Get lost, I don't mind calling your parents."

At first, Dong Jiaxu was cowed by Ye Chenjing's presence and didn't dare lift his head, feeling nervous and uneasy.

But upon hearing his words, Dong Jiaxu's face filled with question marks; he jerked his head up and protested:

"Hey, Ye Chenjing, we're about the same age—what do you mean by calling my parents? You're making me feel like an elementary school kid."

Lin Lin Mengye, protected behind him, also couldn't help laughing, though she felt Ye Chenjing wasn't wrong—compared to him, they both looked young, but in bearing and temperament Ye Chenjing was a giant.

By contrast, the immature Dong Jiaxu is basically just a kid.

Just then, Fang Fang also walked over.

She had just heard clearly that the Dong family's sole heir actually knew Lin Lin Mengye.

Moreover, from their interaction it seemed Lin Lin Mengye didn't want to engage with Dong Jiaxu, but the Dong family kid insisted on butting in.

Fang Fang felt that, just from this, her granddaughter had lost to Lin Lin Mengye once again.

You should know that last year the family also tried to set up Fang Siyao with the Dong family's precious gem, but the two ultimately never sparked anything.

Fang Fang, relying on her age and seniority, pushed her way into the young crowd and interjected to Ye Chenjing:

"Young Ye, why didn't your grandfather come along?"

Ye Chenjing had actually seen Fang Fang earlier; hearing her, he gave a casual evasion.

"The old man doesn't want to go out at night."

Fang Fang didn't press further; Ye Xiangrong is already a thing of the past—whether he comes or not makes no difference to her.

She merely thought that if he were present, communication with his grandson might go more smoothly.

Fang Fang furtively glanced toward Fang Siyao, sighed inwardly, then said to Ye Chenjing:

"Come on, may I invite you and this young lady to take seats over there?"

Ye Chenjing didn't refuse, intentionally keeping Lin Lin Mengye close and gesturing for her to follow.

Just as the two arrived at the Fang family's seating area, Fang Siyao was extremely excited, yet she finally noticed Lin Lin Mengye's presence.

But just as Fang Siyao was about to rise and invite Ye Chenjing to sit beside her, the clingy Dong Jiaxu came trotting after them.

He was still a bit wary of Ye Chenjing's "get lost," but being utterly bored, he decided to just trail Lin Lin Mengye.

His plan was simple: to successfully add Lin Lin Mengye's contact tonight, so his trip wouldn't be in vain.

Ye Chenjing caught Dong Jiaxu in his peripheral vision, simultaneously feeling Fang Siyao's displeasing gaze; he couldn't help shifting closer to Lin Lin Mengye, making space, and said to Dong Jiaxu:

"Come, sit here."

Dong Jiaxu didn't understand why Ye Chenjing would let him stay, but as long as he could sit beside Lin Lin Mengye, he didn't care.

So Dong Jiaxu nodded, like a child obeying instructions, and obediently took the cloud chair that Fang Siyao had originally reserved for Ye Chenjing.

Seeing this, Fang Siyao flared up and stomped her feet, moving to push Dong Jiaxu away, but Fang Fang grabbed her.

Fang Fang gave Fang Siyao a warning glare, then nodded to Ye Chenjing and Lin Lin Mengye before taking her own seat.

Ye Chenjing shifted his seat, pulling the two chairs apart so Lin Lin Mengye could sit on his right.

Lin Lin Mengye was very pleased with this seating arrangement—she didn't have to sit next to the overly familiar Dong Jiaxu, nor endure Fang Siyao's deadly stare.

It was clear that Fang Siyao now regarded her as a thorn in her eye.

However, standing beside Ye Chenjing naturally brings such special treatment; Lin Lin Mengye has grown accustomed to such unfriendly glances.

Ye Chenjing's arrival had long been covertly observed by various parties.

Most people found it unbelievable that he now had a remarkably elegant lady by his side.

Ye Chenjing has been single for a long time; everyone in the circle knows he avoids women, and hardly anyone can catch his eye.

But today it's clear that Ye Chenjing's heart is taken.

Anyone with discernment can see that Ye Chenjing is fiercely protective of that beauty beside him—something that would have been unthinkable before.

For a moment, the aristocrats who had come here in good spirits to pray for blessings all harbored their own thoughts, and some even pulled out their phones to secretly pass messages.

Those who had originally fantasized about marrying into the Ye family, especially with this paragon among men, now felt their dreams shattered, as if the sky had fallen.

Lin Lin Mengye's appearance was also deeply etched in their minds, waiting for them to go home and launch an investigation.

Just what kind of woman could win over Ye Chenjing, that lofty peak's flower?

Lin Lin Mengye had long since taken note of the reactions of those around her; she didn't care at all about it.

What she cared about was how many Taoist priests in this Taoist temple actually possessed some genuine skill.

The old Taoist who had been sitting in meditation just now, although his body showed no spiritual aura fluctuations, his breath surpassed that of an ordinary person.

The rumors might be exaggerated, but the other party's cultivation has certainly achieved some minor success.

She is now at the peak of the first layer of Qi Refining; a single opportunity could break through to the second layer of Qi Refining.

If Lin Lin Mengye could find someone with decent strength to spar with and hear their cultivation insights, perhaps this bottleneck would be broken.