Chapter 47: The Demon Lord Junzhu's Slacking Daily Life Chapter 47: Confession

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

After everyone dispersed, the surrounding air seemed to suddenly freeze, an indescribable silence quietly spreading out.

Yan Xiner stood in place, her hands and feet seemingly having lost all coordination, completely unsure where to put them. Her gaze wandered restlessly, occasionally sneaking a glance at Ai Chun beside her, then quickly withdrawing her eyes.

And on the other side, Ai Chun, although he had long since made ample mental preparations, now that the moment had arrived, that nervous emotion still surged up like a tide, gripping his throat as if something were tightly strangling it, rendering him unable to utter a single word.

However, when he thought of how the three of them had meticulously planned for a long time yesterday, only managing with great difficulty to create this rare alone time for the two of them, a surge of courage welled up in his heart. So he secretly steeled himself, took a deep breath, and finally mustered the courage to speak: "Miss Yan, today we came out together for a spring outing, do you feel happy?"

Hearing Ai Chun's question, Yan Xiner first froze slightly, then broke into a smile, replying softly: "Indeed it has been a long time since I went out to play like this, moreover with so many people accompanying me, naturally I am very happy." Finishing, her face bloomed with a smile as radiant as the spring sun, that beautiful and moving appearance making Ai Chun stare in a daze.

Immediately after, Ai Chun took a deep breath and spoke softly again: "Miss Yan, may I call you Miss Xin'er? After all we have known each other for a long time." Hearing this, Yan Xiner's fair cheeks instantly flushed with a shy red, like peach blossoms blooming in spring, delicate and moving. She nodded slightly, her voice barely a whisper: "It is permissible."

Having received permission, Ai Chun felt a burst of joy in his heart, but when he prepared to continue speaking, he suddenly became somewhat stuttering. His lips parted slightly, just uttering a few words before they came to an abrupt halt, as if thousands of words were stuck in his throat, for a moment not knowing how to express them.

Just at this awkward moment, Ai Chun caught sight from the corner of his eye of that kite flying high, like a soaring eagle spreading its wings, free and unrestrained. He understood in his heart that if he hesitated now, he would likely never again be able to summon the courage to pour out his heart today.

So Ai Chun steeled his heart, simply closed his eyes, summoned all his courage and shouted loudly: "Miss Xin'er! Since the first time I met you, I have been deeply attracted by your unique temperament. Every day since going to the Shangshufang to pick up Xiao Jiao after class was actually just to catch a few more glimpses of you! Even Qianqian only agreed to go with you to pick her up because I promised to buy her all kinds of delicious snacks! I know my words may seem too rash and abrupt, but compared to offending you through recklessness, what I fear more is not having you by my side for the rest of my life. So, would you give me a chance, let me become your fiancé, and then your husband for life!"

Speaking, the man carefully took out from his bosom that gift he had long meticulously prepared. He slowly took out an object tightly wrapped in bright red cloth. That red cloth seemed to hide endless secrets and anticipation, arousing curiosity.

With the man's gentle and meticulous movements, he began to peel away that mysterious red cloth layer by layer. With each layer peeled back, the atmosphere grew more tense, until finally, when the last layer of red cloth was lifted, an exquisite jade pendant appeared before everyone's eyes.

That jade pendant was entirely emerald green, warm and smooth, emitting a faint luster. Looking closely, one could discover a delicate "Chun" character meticulously carved on it, the strokes flowing naturally, as if heaven-made.

The man gently lifted the jade pendant, gazing deeply at the woman opposite, and said slowly: "Miss Xin'er, this is an object formed from my sincere heart. If you are willing to promise to spend this life with me, please accept this jade pendant. After I return home, I will immediately inform my father and ask him to come propose. Of course, if your heart belongs to another, or you have no such intention toward me, I will not force you, absolutely will not make things difficult for you. So, I hope you will not bear too much pressure because of this matter."

Yan Xiner standing before the man was now flushed red all over, she shyly lowered her head, yet her gaze involuntarily fell on that gentle and refined, eloquently speaking man. Faced with such a sincere confession, she found it somewhat hard to believe for a moment, her whole person frozen in place.

After a moment, when she came back to her senses, she slowly extended both hands to receive the jade pendant, then used that piece of red cloth to wrap it up again, and gently placed it in her bosom. Just then, her hand inadvertently touched a sachet in her bosom.

Thinking of the man's sincere action just now, Yan Xiner felt she ought to return a gift to be proper.

So she unhesitatingly took out that sachet from her bosom, handed it to the man and said softly: "This sachet is for you." The man received the sachet with great joy, looked closely, and it was actually a mandarin duck sachet personally embroidered by Yan Xiner. Those two mandarin ducks were lifelike, stitches fine and neat, colors matched just right, appearing exceptionally exquisite and beautiful.

The man held the sachet in his hand turning it over repeatedly, unable to help exclaiming: "Miss Xin'er is truly clever of heart and hand! This sachet is embroidered so beautifully!" Hearing the man praise her so, Yan Xiner's already slightly red cheeks now became like a ripe apple, blushing to the point of dripping.

But she still responded modestly with slight shyness: "Not at all, not at all, I merely know a little embroidery technique, to enter Young Master's discerning eyes is truly fortunate. If there is a chance in the future, I will certainly embroider some other small objects for Young Master." Ai Chun gazed at Yan Xiner infatuatedly, his face blooming with a smile as radiant as the spring sun, looking exactly like a worthless foolish boy.

At this very moment, a faint pink mist seemed to permeate around them, like a scene in a dream, sweet and romantic.

On the other side, the rest were flying kites in high spirits, but after a long time they couldn't help feeling some fatigue. Qi Yu took advantage of everyone's inattention, walked on tiptoe to not far from Ai Chun and Yan Xiner, and secretly glanced. He saw the atmosphere between the two was no longer tense and awkward as before, but instead revealed threads of warmth.

Qi Yu rejoiced in his heart, estimating this matter was more than half accomplished, and hurriedly turned and ran back to his companions, quietly telling everyone this good news.

Afterwards, everyone chatting and laughing returned together to the resting place. The young servants nimbly packed up the kites, following behind the group. Qianqian ran until her little face was red, forehead covered in sweat beads, Ai Jiao was the same, panting heavily. Before long, the group finally returned to the resting place from earlier.

Everyone sat down to rest a while, after everyone ate some snacks and strength recovered slightly, they rose preparing to each return home. At departure, Ai Chun gazed at Yan Xiner with deep reluctance, his eyes burning as if they could melt her.

Yan Xiner keenly sensed Ai Chun's blazing gaze cast upon her, instantly her face reddened with shame, in her fluster she hurriedly boarded the carriage, afraid to meet his eyes for even a second more.

Inside the carriage, Qianqian blinked her lively big eyes, curiously asking: "Elder Sister, where is the sachet?" Faced with her younger sister's sudden question, Yan Xiner couldn't help a start, then Yan Xiner said somewhat awkwardly: "Younger Sister, the sachet is lost, I'll embroider another for you when I return tonight."

Qianqian beside her blinked her lively big eyes, responding mischievously: "Really lost? Wouldn't it be that you gave it to Elder Brother Ai?" Hearing this, Yan Xiner's cheeks instantly flushed red, like a ripe apple, so shy she didn't know how to answer.

And at this moment Qianqian didn't intend to let her off, immediately adding playfully: "Aiya, no need to embroider Elder Sister, actually that sachet was originally prepared by us for you to give to Elder Brother Ai!"

Yan Xiner heard this and first froze, then suddenly understood, pondering in her heart. No wonder earlier Younger Sister kept clamoring for a sachet embroidered with mandarin ducks, and insisted she finish it today, and specified to hand it to her in the evening. So all this was planned by them long ago. Thinking of this, Yan Xiner couldn't help feeling her heart warm, a sweet taste welling up.

Just like that, the carriage was filled with joyous laughter, the sisters chatting back and forth, the atmosphere exceptionally harmonious and peaceful. Sunlight streamed through the window onto them, reflecting those faces blooming like flowers, as if time had stopped at this moment, leaving only this warmth and beauty.