Suddenly remembering something, his face quickly darkened: "So you this afternoon..."
Wen Zheng lowered his eyes and stared at the bowl of noodles. He had a lot to say, but it was all stuck in his chest.
His partner had seen him in all sorts of embarrassing situations, each one worse than the last, but if given a choice, he wanted to leave Bei Sining with the best possible image.
The afternoon's events were not what he had expected. He should have handled things properly, and he shouldn't have acted on emotion after hearing his master's words. He should have calmly handed the phone to Wendy and then prepared a sumptuous meal for the cat spirit who had successfully completed her short trip.
Wen Zheng: "I'm sorry."
He didn't look up, so he didn't notice the fleeting cold glint in Bei Sining's eyes.
At that moment, the Demon King truly had murderous intent, but in the end he restrained himself, pinched Wen Zheng's earlobe, and snorted.
After a long and stressful day, Wen Zheng woke up late the next day, and there was no longer any warmth from the other person in the bed.
The house was empty. Bei Sining had already left; he didn't know if she'd gone to the company. The cat spirit couldn't cook, but she'd tried her best. On the table sat half a cookie left over from yesterday, and a glass of water. It was probably under some kind of spell, as it was still steaming.
Wen Zheng sat down, ate the biscuits, and drank the hot water. He checked his emails; Wendy hadn't contacted him yet. Just then, he received a WeChat notification. Wen Zheng opened it and was surprised to find it was from Cui Tiantian, his mental health counselor, whom he hadn't contacted in a long time.
Ms. Cui, who loves experimenting with her hair color, said she was going back to her hometown to get married and asked Wen Zheng if he was free so she could invite him to dinner.
Wen Zheng slowly typed "Okay."
When we arrived at the place at noon, Cui Tiantian was already there.
"Xiao Zheng!" Cui Tiantian had dyed her hair rainbow-colored today, wore a very hardcore rainbow sweater dress, and her face was filled with the bittersweet feeling of falling in love.
"Come quick, come quick! The teacher ordered this restaurant's signature dish, 'Cat Feast,' see if there's anything else you'd like to add!"
"?" Wen Zheng's heart tightened: "What kind of feast?"
Cui Tiantian laughed: "It's dishes shaped like various cats, not food..."
That's very misleading.
Wen Zheng lost his appetite, flipped through the menu and added two normal dishes, only to be met with Cui Tiantian's enthusiastic eyes.
"Xiao Zheng, how have you been lately?"
After the war, he became famous, and many ordinary people he used to know inevitably changed their attitudes towards him. His school classmates, the agent of the cat-loving live stream, and his former office colleagues who didn't even dare to invite him to dinner... such people's enthusiasm was inevitably tinged with respect.
Unexpectedly, Cui Tiantian was the most normal person. Even her opening line was exactly the same. Every time we talked before, it was the same line: "Xiao Zheng, how have you been feeling lately?"
Wen Zheng thought for a moment and said, "Very good."
Cui Tiantian let out a gossipy "Oh~~" and asked, "How is it good?"
"I'm happy most of the time."
Cui Tiantian smiled: "You're really in love!"
Wen Zheng's eyes crinkled into a smile: "Yes."
"What about the smaller group? Why aren't they happy?"
Wen Zheng considered for a moment and slowly said, "There's something I'd like to ask you."
Although Cui Tiantian is a motivational mental health teacher who often says things like "You are the best" and "You are happy today," she is very discreet and a very kind person.
Wen Zheng summarized Xu Ji's words, avoiding the main points, and Cui Tiantian listened attentively.
"Are you very dependent on your adoptive father?" Cui Tiantian asked.
Not now.
"Do you still need to draw energy from this intimate relationship?" Cui Tiantian asked again.
"unnecessary."
Wen Zheng already understood what Cui Tiantian wanted to say.
Her eyes crinkled with laughter, her rainbow-colored, tousled hair swaying: "When you don't need anything from him, you're free. You don't have to agree with his opinions, you can ignore what he says. Xiao Zheng, you're free, you know. Even what I say, if you don't want to listen, you can simply not listen!"
She lowered her voice and said, "This is something that can't be discussed in class."
Wen Zheng smiled.
The shackles were actually put on by myself.
Wen Zheng thought that I also needed to break free myself.
That's not a difficult opponent. Once he gets the evidence and shuts down the so-called illegal research, he'll be cultivating immortality with Bei Sining. At that point, what's there to worry about?
A warm, tingling sensation emanated from his abdomen, and Wen Zheng hurriedly walked into the street.
***
Bei Sining took Xiao Huangmao and went into the mountains in one day.
He needed some auxiliary materials, but spiritual energy was scarce in the city of this world, and he couldn't return to his own world for a while, so he had no choice but to take Little Yellow Hair to the mountains to try his luck.
The elders, filled with trepidation, prepared a lavish banquet for the king, and in a very old-fashioned way, they even used red silk and played suona horns, making it look like a bandit village welcoming a kidnapped bride.
Bei Sining waved her hand, touched the bones of each cat, and then disdainfully waved her sleeve and disappeared into the mountains.
The weakness of the demon race indicates a scarcity of spiritual energy, so there's really nothing good to find here. Bei Sining searched all the way up to the moonlit branches before she managed to gather two or three materials that she could use.
Covered in dust and dirt, Bei Sining emerged from the mountain, her demonic power nearly depleted. Seeing that it was getting late, she was met with a flurry of urging from the elders to invite her to stay for dinner. But Bei Sining refused, and instead, she gathered a sack of green fungus and hurried home.
Wen Zheng made eight hundred phone calls to him. Bei Sining said he would be back soon before he left, and it was already nine o'clock in the evening.
Later on, Wen Zheng stopped calling altogether!
The demon king was terrified. When he entered the residential area, he passed by the next unit and actually witnessed a dramatic scene of a relationship between men and women.
A man said, "Jiaojiao, I was wrong! Don't shut me out of your heart!"
A woman: "What did you do wrong?!"
One man: "...Anyway, I was wrong!"
A woman said, "Anyone can talk, you're not mute!"
A man said, "No, Jiaojiao, my love is beyond words. Please forgive me. I... brought you a gift!"
Bei Sining watched this scene in shock. The woman hesitated for a moment, then opened the door, and the man was kneeling on one knee, holding a large bouquet of roses.
A woman exclaimed, "My God, so many!"
A man: "Yes, Jiaojiao, do you like it...?"
Then they went inside, and you could no longer hear what they were saying.
Bei Sining stood at the door of his house, still unable to get through to Wen Zheng on his phone. After thinking for a while, he took out the sack of wood ear mushrooms, glued them back together one by one with magic, and tore off a piece of his clothes to make a bouquet.
Then I rang the doorbell.
Wen Zheng frowned and was taken aback when he opened the door.
"I brought you a gift." Bei Sining felt particularly good at learning and had a good sense of style, and said proudly, "Do you like it?"
Wood ear fungus? Wen Zheng was confused. Should he be happy?
Author's Note: Late at night, -bkc: Sometimes I really don't understand what he's thinking?
Perhaps this is the burden of being a married man.
(Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone tomorrow! It's almost over after killing off the bad guys, oh my god, I can't believe it!)
Chapter 109
Wen Zheng didn't say anything, but took the wood ear flower and put it in the kitchen.
Although he didn't know why Bei Sining gave him wood ear mushrooms, he assumed the cat spirit wanted to eat them, so he grabbed a handful and soaked them in a large bowl.
Bei Sining went to a place he didn't know without saying goodbye. Wen Zheng wasn't angry himself, but he was a little worried that the other person was angry. He kept telling her not to hide her injury and to learn to rely on him, but in the end, he himself was trapped in a fixed mindset.
She should have discussed it with Bei Sining when he first came back, instead of trying to figure it out and dealing with it all by herself in a daze, even though she contacted Wendy but didn't reach out to him.
Bei Sining was in a low mood afterwards. Did he feel that I didn't trust him enough?
Today was the same; he didn't answer my calls and only just got back now, bringing a bunch of random wood ear mushrooms. What is this trying to imply?
Wen Zheng pondered for a long time in the kitchen, then took out his phone to look up "the flower language of wood ear fungus" for a while before stopping his foolish behavior ten minutes later.
He decided to go out and ask Bei Sining if she had eaten dinner yet.
When I went outside, the living room was empty, and the remote control hadn't been touched.
Wen Zheng was a little uneasy. Hearing a slight noise coming from the study, he pushed open the door and paused.
"What are you doing?" Wen Zheng asked in surprise, and turned on the study light.
Wen Zheng rarely comes to this study. The room has been renovated, and Wen Zheng has bought new bookshelves and a desk, but they are empty and show no signs of use.
At that moment, Bei Sining dipped a brush in an unknown liquid and drew a bunch of strange symbols on the wall.
These magical patterns are intricate and wondrous; looking at them for too long can even be a bit dazzling, and they also shimmer with a faint silver light.
Wen Zheng didn't see the scene outside the light membrane on the night of the Arctic apocalypse, and he didn't know about Bei Sining's skill. Now, seeing it for the first time, he was amazed once again.
"Don't come in," Bei Sining said. "Go outside, it'll be over soon."
On the table sat a small bronze cauldron, surrounded by a jumble of odds and ends—some resembling tree bark and weeds, others with strange, unidentifiable lumps. This trash likely didn't originate from the house; had Bei Sining gone to collect it today?
To paint this strange picture?
He took a step back helplessly.
Bei Sining returned travel-worn, with a withered twig stuck in her hair. She was wearing ordinary clothes from her wardrobe, her trouser legs stained with mud and dust.
He was barefoot, slightly bowed, and intently focused on his pen. His shirt was rolled up above his elbows, revealing clearly defined muscles that slid slightly with each movement. His eyes were fixed on the flowing characters under his pen, exuding a dignified and authoritative air.
Wen Zheng felt a surge of heat spreading from his chest to his face, and suddenly turned off the light.
"?" Bei Sining turned around and looked at him strangely, but her hands did not stop. A second later, she turned back, thinking that since I could see it anyway, it didn't matter if Wen Zheng wanted to play the game of turning the lights on and off.
Wen Zheng certainly wouldn't play such games for no reason, but he didn't want to miss the beautiful scenery either. After the heat on his face subsided, he pretended nothing had happened and turned on the lights.
After reading for two full hours, Bei Sining finally put down her pen.
"What is this?" Wen Zheng was finally able to speak: "Can I go in?"
“No, it’s not finished yet,” Bei Sining frowned and explained, “This is a simple time reversal array, but the quality of the materials is not very good. I’m worried that the reversal time will not be long enough.”