Chapter 187: Going to the Master to Complain

Lin Qingyan looked puzzled and said, "You still plan to drink until midnight?"

"I can't sleep anyway, so I'm happy today; look, I stole the recorder from my sister's room."

Seeing Lu Cheng had even prepared the music, Lin Qingyan didn't want to damp his mood: "Alright then, but I haven't danced in a long time and I'm a bit rusty; don't make fun of me later."

"No, no." Lu Cheng noticed Lin Qingyan was still wearing a Cotton-padded Jacket, and suggested, "But in that outfit, you definitely can't strike the right poses."

Lin Qingyan lowered her head and asked, "Then what should I wear?"

Lu Cheng thought for a moment: "Do you have a summer dress?"

"Yes, I brought all the clothes over there and left them in the wardrobe."

Lu Cheng clapped his hands instantly: "Perfect, you can change into the dress and dance; it's not cold in this room anyway."

Lin Qingyan suddenly understood everything; no wonder the room was so hot tonight—this guy had already planned it in advance.

Even when exposed, Lu Cheng still argued with a straight face and an unflinching heart.

"I just came up with the idea on the spot; if you don't want to, just pretend I never said anything."

Seeing Lin Qingyan remain silent but walk toward the wardrobe proved it, and Lu Cheng's face broke into a triumphant smile.

After a moment, Lin Qingyan pulled out a white long dress.

In this era, clothing colors are already plain, and any girl who can wear a white dress must be the most eye‑catching on the street.

Lu Cheng remembered having seen Lin Qingyan wear that white dress once, back when Lin Zhenfeng hadn't been defeated and Lin Qingyan was still in high school.

At the time it caused a sensation throughout the whole school.

Among the students' monotonous blue‑gray uniforms, that white dress was dazzling.

It might not have the same effect on other girls, but when the good‑looking Lin Qingyan wore it, it added a pure and refined aura.

It perfectly matched the fantasies of a student of that age—everything beautiful, like youth, brightness, liveliness…

She only wore it that once and never again, because it was too attention‑grabbing.

When Lu Cheng saw Lin Qingyan find the dress but stand still, he realized, "Got it, you change first; I'll go outside to pee."

Lu Cheng stepped outside, lit a cigarette, and looked up at the snowflakes swirling across the sky.

In about the time it took to finish the cigarette, the world above and around turned white; he entered the house while brushing the snow off his body.

He looked up again and froze there.

Beautiful—so beautiful.

Having changed into the dress, Lin Qingyan seemed to be rehearsing in advance; as the music flowed, she began to dance gracefully.

She performed a classical dance, her movements light, arms like supple vines reaching and unfolding, waist like a weak willow swaying in the wind, a twirl bending her back into an astonishing curve.

Lu Cheng leaned against the doorframe, watching slowly; only the enamel‑jarred red wine slightly spoiled the atmosphere.

Fortunately, the well‑tempered dance was enough to make everything else fade into darkness.

At times she moved like a crane strolling, at others like a spirit deer leaping; her slender legs appeared and vanished within the hem of the dress.

Outside, heavy snow fell; inside, Lu Cheng, sipping red wine, thought to himself that this must be the life of the rich.

When Lin Qingyan finished the piece, she saw Lu Cheng staring blankly, with little reaction; having spent a lot of energy, she panted lightly and, a little nervous, asked, "What's wrong, did I dance poorly?"

Lu Cheng had actually been moved, but pretended not to care and shook his head.

"It was indeed lacking, a bit stiff, clearly unpracticed; I suggest you dance every night from now on."

If I could watch a beauty dance each night before falling asleep, such days would be pure bliss.

That night, Lu Cheng slept soundly, only to be woken the next morning by Wu Guiwen's shouting.

"You rabbit, stealing my toothpaste again."

Lu Cheng recognized immediately that the shouter was Da Hu.

"Who stole your toothpaste? You've used it all up; I only took the toothpaste tube."

"Bullshit, I still have some left inside."

"I squeezed the remaining bit into a bowl; the toothpaste tube is now mine."

"You rabbit, who let you squeeze it? I'll beat you to death."

"Come on, come on, you iron rooster…"

A clattering sound rang in the courtyard; Lu Cheng, irritated, sat up, while Lin Qingyan had already gotten out of bed, the white dress folded at the bedside.

After getting up and stepping outside, he saw a thick layer of snow covering the yard and the roof.

Lu Cheng placed the toothbrush basin, squatted over the sink, brushed his teeth, and muttered, "Da Hu, I've run out of toothpaste too, you can take it."

Da Hu immediately ran over, grabbed the toothpaste tube, and was thrilled.

"Thanks, Dad, when I swap the malt candy I'll share half with you."

Lu Cheng smiled, "No need to split the candy; just watch Qing'er for me while I go handle something."

Lu Cheng needed to tell Master about having a meal together, but it was too cold today and the road was bad, so he didn't want to bring Qing'er along.

"No problem, I'll definitely look after her," Da Hu pounded his chest.

"Just have her play in Hu Tong Li, don't let her wander far."

After packing up, Lu Cheng went to Xu Erye's place; just as he reached the doorway, he thought he couldn't just walk in.

So he limped on one leg into the house, shouting, "Master, Master, you must intervene for me, someone's bullying me…"

Xu Erye was sitting inside preparing tobacco leaves; seeing Lu Cheng limp in, he immediately frowned.

"It's mid‑morning, why are you mourning? I'm not dead yet."

Lu Cheng hurriedly stopped his cries, "Master, will you still care!"

"Care about what? What trouble did you get into this time?"

Lu Cheng sat on the bench, stretched out his leg, and said, "It was that Su‑surname girl, the Senior Sister you mentioned; she beat me yesterday!

Look how she smashed my leg; I went to see her kindly, but she just grabbed the bench and broke my leg."

Xu Erye lifted his eyelid a bit: "Is it that serious? I don't see anything wrong."

Lu Cheng withdrew his leg: "That's because it healed after a night. Master, you must decide for me; a Senior Sister like this must be expelled from the sect, she doesn't deserve to be your disciple."

Xu Erye, holding a tobacco leaf, also said nothing, and Lu Cheng thought this wouldn't do—how could there be not a single word of response?

"Master, let me tell you, she says bad things about you, especially harsh ones."

"What bad things did she say about me?"

"She says, says you, hmm? She says you're an old undying one, always stubbornly dead, when told to go east you insist on going west, anyway there are even harsher words, I'm too embarrassed to utter them."

Xu Erye snorted through his nose: "Why am I hearing this? It sounds like your inner thoughts!"

"How could that be? Even if you killed me, I wouldn't dare say that about you; it's what she said. What kind of person is she? I've heard she's in her thirties and still unmarried…"

"A person like that either has a mental disorder or a physical one; yes, definitely a physical issue—she's definitely unable to bear children, that's why no one wants her."

"Ahem…" Xu Erye cleared his throat twice.

"Master, don't cough, I'm being sincere; being good‑looking doesn't matter, if she can't have children she's like a chicken that can't lay eggs. Master, you must decide for me today."

"How should I decide?"

"How to decide? Of course…" Lu Cheng suddenly stopped speaking, because the one who just said "how to decide" didn't seem to be the Master.

Isn't this room only him and the Master? When we arrived, we didn't see anyone else.

When he slowly turned his head and saw that it was Su Feixue standing behind him, he was startled, his heart went thump, and he fell off the bench.