“Master, what are you doing with these herbs?”
Wang Hao watched Jiang Che head to Hu Jingzhong’s house to get medicine and couldn’t help but marvel.
Clearly, Hu Jingzhong wasn’t home, yet Jiang Che managed to find the herbs even without seeing.
So impressive!
Jiang Che didn’t feel like explaining.
When he had just gone to Hu Jingzhong’s place, he found that he wasn’t there—probably out on a demon hunt. He had no idea how that had gone.
Still, Jiang Che noticed the scent of medicine coming from the table inside. When he reached out, he found two packs of herbs already prepared.
Just by the smell, Jiang Che knew these were meant for him.
So, he grabbed them and headed back to the Ruined Temple.
Wang Hao kept close behind the entire way.
Jiang Che wanted to think, so he ignored Wang Hao and let him follow.
“Hey! Untie me! Who ties someone up like this?”
“Shut up. You’ve got multiple broken bones. You need to rest properly.”
Just as Jiang Che reached the temple entrance, he heard two female voices.
Both voices were very familiar—one was Feng Yaqin’s, and the other surprised Jiang Che.
There had been so much going on lately that he hadn’t had a proper conversation with her, even deliberately avoiding her because he was afraid to face her.
Jiang Che stopped at the temple gate.
Wang Hao, quietly pleased that Jiang Che didn’t chase him away, saw this and asked, “Master, aren’t we going in?”
“Let me think first. And don’t call me Master. If you say one more word, I’ll kill you.”
Wang Hao quickly covered his mouth. Jiang Che’s expression made him think that he was warning him not to reveal his identity.
As for Jiang Che, so many things had happened lately. After adapting to a peaceful life, even facing Feng Yaqin was a challenge.
Now with his Master here and word of him keeping a woman having reached Hu Jingzhong, things felt complicated.
On the way back, Jiang Che kept thinking about how to face Lin Yin once she woke.
But he hadn’t thought about how to face Qiao’er-jie.
“I’m back.”
Jiang Che didn’t dwell on it further. After standing for a few minutes, he carried the rabbit and herbs inside the temple, casually saying the words in a flat tone.
But Wang Hao, trailing behind, was treated to quite a sight—inside this shabby temple were three beautiful women with delicate features.
Sinful, sinful.
At that moment, Feng Yaqin was pinned down by Hu Qiao’er, her upper body wrapped tightly so not a hint of charm showed.
Lin Yin lay beside them like a Sleeping Beauty, motionless.
“Hey! Yaoshi! Come help me! This person is bullying me!”
The fact that Feng Yaqin, a Moying Realm cultivator, was being held down by an ordinary woman was truly embarrassing.
If she weren’t injured and unwilling to move, and given Hu Qiao’er’s close relationship with Jiang Che, Feng Yaqin wouldn’t dare act recklessly and anger her little Master.
“Ah Che! You’re back! I saw she was badly hurt, so I just bandaged her a bit. Don’t listen to her nonsense—I didn’t bully her.”
Hu Qiao’er smiled in defense, her meaning clear.
But her gaze soon shifted to the things in Jiang Che’s hands.
“Oh? Such a cute little rabbit. Did you catch it and bring it for me?”
Hu Qiao’er stood and approached Jiang Che without paying the slightest mind to Wang Hao. She even took the unconscious rabbit from his hands.
Jiang Che wanted to say it was tonight’s dinner, but that wouldn’t do. So, he changed the subject.
“Qiao’er-jie, why are you here? Is something wrong?”
That question was sharp and direct.
Hu Qiao’er’s grip on the rabbit’s ears tightened just slightly.
For three days, Jiang Che had seemed to avoid her, and only Hu Jingzhong had come to the temple, without bringing her along.
Jiang Che hadn’t come looking for her either, leaving her deeply frustrated.
So, she took the Thousand-Year Ginseng that her Grandpa treasured and forced him with a hot-fire interrogation.
She truly was his granddaughter.
After some friendly questioning, Hu Jingzhong, originally wanting to help Jiang Che keep things secret, had to confess.
That was how Hu Qiao’er learned that Jiang Che had two hidden beauties at his place.
Although Jiang Che looked like a child, he was a boy—and at this age, it was easy to go astray.
Moreover, Hu Jingzhong said that one of the women dressed extremely seductively and constantly teased Jiang Che, speaking in ways that were shameful and unbearable to hear.
So early this morning, Hu Qiao’er came over to see for herself.
Judging by what she saw, it really was as her Grandpa had said.
So she took action and wrapped Feng Yaqin up tightly.
Everything that should be covered and shouldn’t be, all “bandaged” up.
But she wouldn’t say any of this out loud!
Instead, she patted Jiang Che’s head.
“Grandpa said you’ve got two injured women here. I’m afraid you can’t take good care of them alone, so I thought I’d come help.”
Jiang Che, who couldn’t see Feng Yaqin’s current state, felt somewhat touched.
Qiao’er-jie truly thought of him in every way.
“Thanks, Qiao’er-jie.”
“Don’t be so polite. Also, I’m planning to move in with you for a while. You can’t refuse this time.”
Hu Qiao’er had long wanted Jiang Che to live with them, but Jiang Che kept refusing. She never found out why.
Now, knowing he was living with two women, her anger surged.
It seemed all the kindness she’d shown him over the past three years had been useless, and she nearly lost her home. Maybe…
Jiang Che looked completely bewildered.
Qiao’er-jie was moving in? Wasn’t it messy enough already?
If there was a Mahjong set here, even if Jiang Che gave them both a pair of eyes, he was confident he could still lose all their clothes.
But playing Mahjong wasn’t the point.
“Qiao’er-jie, how can this work? It’s so messy here…”
Before he finished speaking, Hu Qiao’er’s hand squeezed Jiang Che’s cheek, gently pinching a bit of skin.
“Messy? I think you’ve kept it pretty clean. You’ve even managed to house women.”
“But…”
“But what? There are two injured women here. Are you planning to personally take care of them? Wash their feet and bathe them?”
Feng Yaqin cut in, “I don’t mind that at all…”
She was promptly shot a fierce glare by Hu Qiao’er. The grip on Jiang Che’s face tightened, making him wince.
“Qiao’er-jie… your hand…”
“You feel pain now? Alright, I came in a hurry and didn’t bring a pillow. Come with me to get one.”
Hu Qiao’er released Jiang Che’s face, a sly smile in her heart. She had wanted to test the feel of his face for a long time.
His skin was very white and tender—this pinch proved it.
Jiang Che still didn’t want Hu Qiao’er to move in and definitely didn’t want to accompany her for a pillow.
But he couldn’t think of a reason to refuse. He already had two women here, so one more wasn’t impossible.
Pfft! What kind of thought was that!
Not getting a response, Hu Qiao’er’s hand slapped Jiang Che’s cheek again.
“What’s wrong? Not happy?”
“N-no, just wait a moment.”
Jiang Che had no choice but to agree, though he still had arrangements to make.
“Wang Hao.”
He called the silent Wang Hao beside him.
“Mas… that’s me!”
Wang Hao almost blurted out “Master” but quickly corrected himself.
“Help me decoct these medicines—two doses. The smaller bag is for the one with the broken bones; the bigger one is for the one still unconscious.”
“Qiao’er-jie, give me the rabbit.”
Jiang Che handed the herbs to Wang Hao and took back the rabbit from Hu Qiao’er.
“Keep an eye on the rabbit. It’s still alive.”
“Yes! I’ll take care of it… huh?”
Wang Hao was stunned. First, they showed off their affection and left him standing aside; now they dumped the work on him.
He had to decoct medicine and watch a pet, while they went off to date?
What was this, was he part of their play?
Hu Qiao’er watched this and nearly laughed.
But how could she not know Jiang Che even had this kind of friend in the village?
She clearly remembered no kids in the village were willing to play with Jiang Che because he was an outlier.
Jiang Che had been pelted with stones more than once, and even she knew the nickname the village kids called him—the “Blind Cripple.”
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