Monarch Night

The two women were reunited after a long time, holding hands and acting as if they were one person. Sometimes they cried, sometimes they laughed, sometimes they whispered secrets in each other’s ears, and then they held hands and burst into delightful giggles.

Fang Che watched, utterly dumbfounded.

Ye Meng was genuinely grateful to Zhao Ying’er, but she was also truly wary of her. Fang Che had countless times heard Ye Meng express her apprehension about Zhao Ying’er.

Because of this, his waist had been pinched hundreds of times.

Heartbreaker, troublemaker, playboy... He didn’t know how many times he had been scolded.

But now... where was there even a hint of apprehension?

This closeness, I feel like I’m not even this close with you all.

The two women talked and talked, and who knows what they said, but Zhao Ying’er glanced over at Fang Che with a smile. Then Ye Meng hit her lightly, muttered something—which led to Zhao Ying’er chasing Ye Meng to retaliate—and then they both hugged each other, laughing...

"Tsk... Women truly are the most incomprehensible creatures in this world..."

Mr. Fang was convinced in his heart.

Ye Meng was extremely grateful to Zhao Ying’er and always spoke highly of her, but she also approached Zhao Ying’er as if facing a formidable and unavoidable enemy.

Usually, not a single bad word was said.

However, Fang Che could tell that Lan Xinxue, who also expressed interest in him, was not as important to Ye Meng as a tenth of Zhao Ying’er’s importance!

Ye Meng was indifferent to Lan Xinxue, who was equally beautiful and charismatic; yet, she was so fond of Zhao Ying’er.

This realization of Lan Xinxue’s true intentions made Fang Che greatly admire women’s intuition.

So impressive!

Now, the two women were chatting away, completely ignoring him.

Fang Che rubbed his nose and figured he might as well talk with Ren Chun and the others.

Ren Chun and others were standing firm in their stances, looking delightedly at Fang Che but dared not move or speak. Each one’s eyes showed eagerness to see Zhao Ying’er.

This was the rule Fang Che set: Everyone must concentrate during training. No matter who arrives, including myself, unless the teaching instructor speaks, cultivating should not be interrupted!

Zhao Ying’er called out from afar with a smile, "Dismissed."

Immediately...

With a whoosh.

Fang Che was instantly swarmed by little monkeys clinging onto him from all sides.

"Big Brother... You’re back..."

"We missed you so much."

"Big Brother smells the best." Ren Dong indulged as he sniffed with his little nose.

"Exactly, exactly."

"Big Brother, I’ve leveled up; I’m a Martial Artist now."

"Me too, me too."

"We all are." Ren Chun summarized.

Each face beamed like a blossoming flower.

"How did you get there?"

"It’s because Sister Zhao came. She gave us great massages and we ate loads of good stuff, then she taught us one by one."

"When did Sister Zhao arrive?"

"She’s been here for over ten days."

"Ohhh..."

Fang Che understood now; it looked like shortly after they set off, Zhao Ying’er had arrived.

Yet nobody informed him of this... Tsk.

Fang Che glanced at the chatting and cozy Ye Meng and Zhao Ying’er, and silently cursed Zhao Shanhe and the others to dust.

No need for words.

Why didn’t they tell me? Because Ye Meng was always by my side.

And it was certain that Zhao Shanhe and his gang knew the events from years ago, and they all were aware of Zhao Ying’er’s unexplainable feelings towards him.

Therefore, of course, they didn’t tell.

As for this being for his own good... Fang Che absolutely did not believe this bunch of old geezers! He was sure each one of them was waiting to see him make a fool of himself—this was a given!

"They’re a bunch of superiors who can’t stand seeing me too comfortable! Meeting you and having to work under you is like the worst luck in eight lifetimes..."

Fang Che sighed.