401. Brother Holy Son, Rongrong Also Wants Milk

Qian Renjue walked with Ning Rongrong, leaving the area of the Pope's Hall and heading toward the backside of the Central Divine Mountain.

Ning Rongrong's pink short hair fluttered as she smiled brightly, like a blossoming flower.

She looked up at her fiancé with admiration, her delicate little hand clutching tightly to his sleeve. The gentle breeze carried a sweet scent.

In a coquettish voice, Ning Rongrong asked,
“Brother Holy Son, where are we going to play?”

“Of course, we're going to the city. Didn’t you say you wanted to explore Spirit City?”

Qian Renjue held the hand of the girl beside him, but his gaze drifted toward the hotel at the foot of the mountain where people from the Heaven Dou Empire were staying.

After spending time with the little fiancee at his side, he still had to visit Liu Erlong, who had traveled all the way here.

Ning Rongrong furrowed her light eyebrows, her sparkling eyes darting around. She grabbed Qian Renjue's hand with both of hers.

“Hm?”

Qian Renjue stopped in his tracks, turned to look at Ning Rongrong, and asked curiously,
“Rongrong, what’s wrong?”

“Brother Holy Son... Rongrong doesn’t want to go down there to play.”

Ning Rongrong’s pink lips quivered slightly. Her beautiful eyes fixed on Qian Renjue, her fair cheeks tinged with a rosy hue. In a soft voice, she said,
“Rongrong wants to visit Brother Holy Son’s place.”

“Oh?”

Qian Renjue was taken aback but quickly smiled and nodded in agreement.
“No problem, I’ll take you there now.”

“Mm-hmm!”

Ning Rongrong nodded excitedly.

“Ha-ha, let’s go.”

Qian Renjue chuckled indulgently, holding her small hand as they changed direction toward his courtyard.

Ning Rongrong followed at his side, skipping and hopping. Looking at his profile, she invited him,
“Brother Holy Son, you can come to my room next time too.

“My bed is super soft, and I have a little goldfish!

“It can dance and even blow colorful bubbles.

“When the time comes, Brother Holy Son can hold Rongrong and lie on the bed together to watch it...”

As she spoke, her little face turned bright red.

“Heh.”

Qian Renjue put his arm around her fragrant shoulder, gently pinching her blushing, tender face, which was as soft as lychee flesh.

With a smile, he said,
“If there’s a chance, I’ll come to take a look.”

“Mm~”

Ning Rongrong nodded shyly, overjoyed. She hugged Qian Renjue’s waist tightly, her eyes narrowing with a sweet smile.

Rubbing against him affectionately, she thought to herself with a bit of guilt,

When I get back, I’ll definitely tidy up my room properly.

I can’t leave my blue-and-white striped clothes lying around.
Brother Holy Son might find it messy.


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Before long, Qian Renjue brought Ning Rongrong to his courtyard gate.

Even standing outside, one could smell the fragrance of flowers. The breeze danced among the petals, scattering some pollen soundlessly.

“So beautiful,”

Ning Rongrong blinked in amazement, her eyes filled with wonder.

Brother Holy Son’s courtyard had so many flowers she had never seen before.

“Beautiful? If you like them, you can take some back.”

Qian Renjue's gentle gaze fell on her as he ruffled her pink hair.

Before Ning Rongrong could respond, Hu Liena suddenly poked her head out from the kitchen, her face lighting up with joy.

“Senior Brother, you’re back! Eh?!”

Hu Liena froze for a moment, her gaze falling on the young girl beside Qian Renjue. Her eyes showed a hint of surprise.

Ning Rongrong also stared at the newly appeared woman, instantly becoming wary. Like a young cub guarding its food, she clung tightly to Qian Renjue’s side.

Qian Renjue looked at the slightly disheveled Hu Liena with a peculiar expression.

“Nana, why are you in the kitchen so early? And how did you end up like this?”

“Hehe, I’m preparing a celebratory feast for you, Senior Brother.”

Hu Liena giggled, waving the rolling pin in her hand.

More fine flour fell from her hair, face, and clothes as she spoke.

“A celebratory feast?”



Qian Renjue couldn’t help but smile wryly.

He led Ning Rongrong to the kitchen door and stood beside Hu Liena. Gently, he reached out to dust off the flour from her hair, his eyes carrying a hint of helplessness.

“It’s not such a big deal; there’s no need for a celebratory feast.”

“How could that be? This is a major event—Senior Brother’s name resounding across the world!”

Hu Liena leaned forward slightly, holding the rolling pin behind her back, her pretty face tilted upward, filled with affection.

Seeing their close interaction, Ning Rongrong’s pink lips pouted slightly.

“Alright,” Qian Renjue finally relented, sighing softly.

“Just make some of your usual dishes; don’t overdo it. Too much, and we won’t finish it.”

“Mm, I’ll make smaller portions,” Hu Liena nodded repeatedly, though it was clear she didn’t fully absorb his instructions.

“Brother Holy Son~” Ning Rongrong called softly, clinging to his side.

Hu Liena glanced down at Ning Rongrong, her eyes carrying a faint trace of jealousy.

“Senior Brother, is she also—”

“I’m Brother Holy Son’s fiancée, the eldest daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan!” Ning Rongrong interrupted before Hu Liena could finish, her crisp and clear self-introduction leaving no room for doubt. Her guarded expression was evident.

“...”

Hu Liena blinked, stunned as she looked at the feisty little girl before her.

So fierce?!

Though her figure was flat, her words certainly carried weight. Hu Liena had merely intended to ask if Ning Rongrong would be staying for dinner.

“Rongrong?” Qian Renjue gave an awkward laugh. Was he about to face the dreaded "battlefield of love"?

Hu Liena quickly recovered, a teasing smile spreading across her face.

It’s just a little girl, after all. At her age, Hu Liena had already been using spirit abilities to interact with her senior brother, but to no avail. It wasn’t until her figure began to develop, and she became more… endowed, that she managed to stir his heart even slightly.

Before that, she had always thought her spirit abilities were useless.

After all, in her mind, a spirit ability that couldn’t charm her senior brother wasn’t a good spirit ability.

But once she started maturing, she realized it wasn’t her abilities that were the problem—it was her lack of “assets.”

Now, seeing this little girl, Hu Liena thought to herself: aside from her privileged background, what else does she have?

Why does she think she can compete with me?

“I know your identity, Miss Rongrong~”

Under Qian Renjue’s watchful gaze, Hu Liena bent down with a playful smile, extending her flour-dusted hand to lightly pinch Ning Rongrong’s cheek.

“Eek! Brother Holy Son!” Ning Rongrong turned her face away in disdain.

Qian Renjue chuckled helplessly and patted Ning Rongrong’s head, gently admonishing, “Nana, stop teasing her.”

“I’m just saying hello,” Hu Liena replied, propping one hand on her knee and pointing at herself with the rolling pin. Smiling, she said, “ Miss Rongrong, hello~ I’m your fiancé’s junior sister, his childhood sweetheart who grew up on his milk.”

“What nonsense are you talking about?!”

Ning Rongrong’s little face froze in shock, her wide eyes filled with disbelief.

Brother Holy Son… fed her milk?!

Hu Liena’s teasing smile grew wider. “I’m not making anything up~”

Turning to Qian Renjue for confirmation, Ning Rongrong pouted and asked uncertainly, “Brother Holy Son, is… is what she said true?”

“Uh…” Qian Renjue glanced at Hu Liena and replied ambiguously, “Sort of.”

“Ah?!”

Ning Rongrong let out a gasp of surprise, her head lifting stiffly. She stared at Qian Renjue’s chest, utterly baffled.

Where does Brother Holy Son keep his milk?!

“Pfft, hahaha!”

Hu Liena couldn’t hold back her laughter, bending over with glee.

Flustered and angry, Ning Rongrong glared at Hu Liena. Thinking it was a provocation that she wasn’t close enough to Qian Renjue, she clenched her teeth, her cheeks flushing red with frustration.

Qian Renjue, holding back his own laughter, was about to explain when Ning Rongrong gathered her courage.

Blushing furiously, she looked up at him and said shyly, “Brother Holy Son, Rongrong also wants some milk~”

“Pfft, hahaha!”

Hu Liena burst into laughter, clutching her stomach.

Qian Renjue’s mouth twitched as he glared at Hu Liena. “What are you laughing at?!”

Ning Rongrong frowned, her expression earnest. Deep down, she believed Qian Renjue wouldn’t lie to her. Otherwise, how could it be true?