Chapter 489: The Demon Lord Junzhu's Slacking Daily Life Chapter 582: Feigned Reluctance

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

However, Ouyang Chengren did not intend to let the matter rest there.

He was certain in his heart that he had absolutely not mistaken her identity; although he did not know why she had appeared at the Wanglou last time, since she had gotten away so easily last time, this time he absolutely could not let her slip away so simply again — at the very least he had to learn her name.

Thus, Ouyang Chengren strode forward without hesitation, quickly catching up to her.

Qianqian had actually not walked particularly fast, because she knew very well in her heart that a proper feigned reluctance would instead appear less deliberate.

Just as she had finished settling the bill, Ouyang Chengren chased out like a gale.

Ouyang Chengren did not beat around the bush in the slightest, and said directly to Qianqian: "Miss, ever since I laid eyes on you last time, I have admired you in my heart; I hope you will not begrudge telling me your honored name."

Qianqian hesitated slightly, secretly pondering in her heart whether she should tell him her name.

But when she met Ouyang Chengren's sincere and eager gaze, she ultimately still slowly parted her lips and softly uttered three words: "Bai Qianqian."

Qianqian silently recited in her heart: Jie'er's grandfather was just like her own biological grandfather, so there was nothing improper about her bearing the surname Bai; after all, it was merely a surname.

"Bai Qianqian," he murmured the name softly, and could not help but feel it was a good name.

When Ouyang Chengren inquired about her identity, Qianqian did not respond directly as before, but replied tactfully: "Young Master, we are strangers; for you to ask so directly about my origins is truly rather presumptuous. I hope you will forgive me, but this humble woman truly cannot answer your question."

Having spoken, she turned to leave.

Hearing Qianqian's words, Ouyang Chengren suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment; his originally not-very-fair face now flushed with a hint of red.

He realized his behavior had indeed been somewhat rash, yet in his heart he truly could not suppress his curiosity toward Qianqian, as if a little kitten were scratching at his heart, making it impossible for him to control himself.

After turning, Qianqain's pace noticeably quickened a little, yet she cleverly kept it within the range that Ouyang Chengren could catch up to.

As expected, Ouyang Chengren did not give up because of Qianqian's refusal; seeing this, he hurriedly quickened his steps and gave chase.

However, when he finally caught up to Qianqian and walked shoulder-to-shoulder with her, he suddenly discovered that he actually did not know how to open his mouth.

For a moment, both fell silent; only the sound of footsteps echoed on the quiet street.

Qianqian seemed finally unable to bear this awkward atmosphere; she stopped her steps, turned her head to look at Ouyang Chengren, her eyes revealing a trace of helplessness and displeasure.

Hearing Qianqian's words, Ouyang Chengren also slowly stopped his steps. He turned around, gazing at Qianqian, a flicker of doubt flashing in his eyes.

Qianqian looked at Ouyang Chengren, just about to continue speaking, when she was suddenly interrupted by him. Ouyang Chengren smiled and said: "Miss, my surname is Ouyang, given name Chengren."

Qianqian was slightly stunned, then nodded and continued: "Very well, Young Master Ouyang. This humble woman is merely a daughter of an ordinary household; although I also know that Ouyang is the imperial surname, I am keenly aware of my lowly status, vastly different from Young Master Ouyang. I hope Young Master Ouyang can keep some distance from this humble woman, so as not to bring unnecessary trouble upon me."

Having spoken, Qianqian turned and left without the slightest hesitation, even employing qinggong; her speed was extremely fast, light as a flying swallow.

Seeing this, Ouyang Chengren could not help but feel a surge of loss in his heart. He stood dazed in place, watching Qianqian's retreating figure, secretly pondering: "She actually knows my identity, yet is still so decisive. Could it be because she fears I will bring her trouble?

But I can resolve all troubles for her! Why is she unwilling to let me finish speaking?"

Just as Ouyang Chengren was sunk in thought, he suddenly came back to his senses, wanting to explain clearly.

However, by this time Qianqian had long since vanished without a trace, leaving only him standing alone on the empty street, his heart filled with helplessness and regret.

After returning to the Inn, Qianqian's heart kept wrestling with a question: if Ouyang Chengren asked which family she belonged to, how should she answer appropriately?

She could not help but start to worry: would Ouyang Chengren send people to investigate her? If she did not tell, would he directly find someone to investigate?

After deep consideration, Qianqian reached a definite answer — he absolutely would investigate her.

However, Qianqian did not want to give up just like that. She decided to send Shi Er to tail Ouyang Chengren, to see where he would go.

Sure enough, as expected, Shi Er returned and reported that Ouyang Chengren had gone to a Noodle Shop to eat.

Upon learning this news, Qianqian set out immediately without hesitation. She employed her qinggong, light as a flying swallow, speeding toward that Noodle Shop.

The moment she stepped through the Noodle Shop's door, the shop assistant enthusiastically welcomed her, asking with a beaming smile: "Miss, what would you like to eat?"

Qianqian did not look around, as if she had not come for Ouyang Chengren.

Her gaze fell on the shop assistant, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly, revealing a gentle smile, and she said softly: "I want to eat noodles; which noodles sell the best here?"

Hearing this, the shop assistant immediately replied: "That would naturally be our Sour Soup Noodles! This is our shop's signature dish; many guests love to eat it!"

Qianqian smiled faintly, nodded, and said: "Good, then bring me a bowl of Sour Soup Noodles."

The assistant looked at the young lady before him, seeing her beautiful features and gentle temperament, making it truly difficult for anyone to feel dislike toward her.

Thus, the assistant hurriedly greeted her enthusiastically: "Miss, where would you like to sit? There are plenty of empty seats in the main hall; feel free to choose any."

Qianqian smiled faintly and said softly: "Alright, thank you." Having spoken, she found a seat in the main hall and sat down on her own.

The assistant stood to the side, his gaze involuntarily drawn to this beautiful young lady.

He could not help but secretly marvel: such a pretty woman, not only outstanding in appearance but also so good-tempered — truly rare to see!

However, just as the assistant was secretly admiring her, not far away Ouyang Chengren suddenly felt a surge of sourness well up in his heart.

Although he knew clearly in his heart that he and Qianqian had only met twice, this inexplicable jealousy was truly rather untimely, yet he still could not suppress the impulse in his heart.

Ouyang Chengren picked up his own noodle bowl, walked straight to Qianqian's table, and plopped down.

Seeing this, Qianqian's face showed a puzzled expression, and she asked softly: "Young Master, there are many empty seats beside here; why must you sit right here?"

Ouyang Chengren naturally heard the meaning in Qianqian's words, but he unusually thickened his face, feigning nonchalance as he replied: "Oh, is that so? I didn't notice. However, I feel this spot is quite good; it just so happens I can chat with you, Miss."