NOVEL NEXT Chapter 90: Enchanted by the Enchantress of the Joyful Union Sect And Followed Foolishly
Chapter 90: Enchanted by the Enchantress of the Joyful Union Sect And Followed Foolishly
Upon hearing that Lin Fengmian had even patted Wen Qinlin’s chest, Zhou Xiaoping was shocked, her mouth agape.
“You’ve managed to survive this long, it’s truly a miracle!”
Feeling the murderous intent emanating from the room, she hastily pushed Lin Fengmian out.
“I understand, go take care of your business.”
If this guy continued to talk, her own life might be in danger. Would her senior sister really kill her to keep it a secret?
After Lin Fengmian left, she tiptoed into the room and carefully closed the door before whispering, “Senior Sister?”
Wen Qinlin appeared from behind the screen, her eyes sharp as knives, her tone icy, “Why didn’t you close the door for me?”
Zhou Xiaoping stuck out her tongue, “I forgot, Senior Sister. I didn’t expect you to let him in.”
Wen Qinlin’s chest heaved with anger, almost tearing the bandages off her chest.
In the end, she could only grit her teeth and say dryly, “Forget everything you heard and saw today!”
Zhou Xiaoping nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, “I’ve already forgotten!”
She handed over the clothes, “Senior Sister, here are your clothes!”
Wen Qinlin took the clothes and changed behind the screen, wrapping several layers of bandages around her chest.
Zhou Xiaoping, trying to make amends, offered, “Senior Sister, let me help you!”
Wen Qinlin instructed, “Tighten it, Lady Lin seems to have noticed something wrong.”
Zhou Xiaoping nodded, envious of the still-impressive peaks despite the binding.
She suddenly chuckled, “Lin Fengmian wasn’t wrong, it’s a bowl-sized scar.”
Wen Qinlin stared at her blankly, “Junior sister, I can carve one for you as well. With a knife, guaranteed deep and bottomless!”
Zhou Xiaoping immediately fell silent and shook her head, “Senior Sister, I was wrong. I can grow one myself!”
Wen Qinlin snorted and let the mischievous girl off the hook.
At dinner time, after washing up, Lin Fengmian changed into a brocade robe, his hair trimmed, looking much more spirited.
The four of them regrouped at the courtyard entrance, all looking refreshed and different from before.
Wen Qinlin was wearing Lin Fengmian’s old clothes, their heights were similar, although Wen Qinlin was slimmer, looking more delicate and handsome.
Xia Yunxi wore a long blue dress, fresh and refined. With her natural beauty and a touch of makeup, she looked even more stunning, making it hard to look away.
Zhou Xiaoping was simpler, wearing a green silk dress, looking petite and cute, full of the innocence and vibrancy of her age.
Lin Fengmian looked at Wen Qinlin, who was expressionless, with a strange expression, and wanted to say something, but was stopped by her gaze.
Zhou Xiaoping next to him looked like she wanted to laugh but couldn’t, her lips pursed, clearly struggling.
Little Butterfly came in from outside, “Young Master, it’s about time. Master and Lady have already left, the carriage is waiting outside.”
Lin Fengmian nodded, and the group left the house, boarded the carriage, and headed to the Tian Yue Tower in the city.
When they arrived at the Tian Yue Tower, they saw a sign on the door saying “Lin Residence Banquet, No Outsiders”, with servants eagerly welcoming guests.
As they walked in, Zhou Xiaoping asked curiously, “This seems like a big event. How did you manage to book this place on such short notice?”
Lin Fengmian smiled, “This is my family’s property. We don’t need a whole afternoon, we can book it anytime.”
Zhou Xiaoping marveled, “I didn’t expect you to be a rich young master. Why did you decide to go to the mountain and cultivate?”
Wen Qinlin also sighed, “I’ve seen many talented people who couldn’t bear to leave their worldly wealth. I didn’t expect you to be so determined.”
Lin Fengmian’s face darkened, “If I said that I was enchanted by an enchantress from the Joyful Union Sect and foolishly followed her. Do you believe me?”
Wen Qinlin felt like her bright moon had been eclipsed, and exasperatedly said, “I take back what I just said.”
Zhou Xiaoping laughed so hard that her branches trembled, “Lin Fengmian, you’re so honest!”
Lin Fengmian smiled self-deprecatingly, “It’s the truth, I can’t help but be honest.”
Upon entering the banquet hall, they found it to be an open-air venue, shiny yet ancient.
In the center was a large circular platform. Around it were small ponds filled with lotus flowers.
It was June, and the lotuses were in full bloom, releasing a fragrant aroma under the starry sky, creating a poetic and picturesque scene.
There were about twenty tables around the lotus ponds, with fruit and wine on them, and maids serving at the sides.
Zhou Xiaoping was amazed, “It looks so beautiful. Even in the mundane world, there are such elegant places?”
Lin Fengmian teased, “It won’t look so good when it rains and you’re soaked.”
Zhou Xiaoping pouted, “You’re really spoiling the mood!”
By now, about twenty people had already taken their seats, mostly Lin family uncles, brothers, and some friends of Lin Wencheng.
Lin Wencheng and Li Zhuxuan sat in the middle, with a few seats on the left still empty, reserved for Lin Fengmian and his friends.
When they saw Lin Fengmian arrive, many people’s eyes fell on them and examined the group.
Most of them were impressed by their demeanor and appearance, with many eyes lingering on Lin Fengmian and Xia Yunxi.
Xia Yunxi’s looks, combined with her natural charm, made her the center of attention wherever she went.
Standing next to her, Lin Fengmian looked like a perfect match, a divine couple.
People couldn’t help but think that this Lin family boy had a good appearance.
Lin Wencheng called out, “Fengmian, come and take your friends to their seats.”
Lin Fengmian nodded and led Xia Yunxi and the others to the left seats.
Xia Yunxi gently gathered up her skirt and sat down next to him, like a blooming lotus, breathtakingly beautiful.
After they sat down, they started to talk. It seemed that they had heard somewhere that Lin Fengmian had failed in his cultivation and returned, so they all teased him.
Lin Fengmian just smiled and deflected it with humor, not taking it to heart.
When he saw some empty seats across from them, he asked curiously, “Father, did you invite anyone else?”
Lin Wencheng smiled, “It’s your uncle Zhao.”
As if on cue, three people walked in from outside.
The leader was a tall middle-aged man with a long saber at his waist, who walked in confidently.
He was followed by a young man and woman. The man was handsome, dressed in a bright yellow Taoist robe, holding a whisk and looking somewhat arrogant.
The woman was in her twenties, tall and graceful, her long legs even more striking in her tight martial attire.
Lin Wencheng and others stood up to greet her, “Brother Zhao, why are you so late?”