Chapter 109: Smash It

Chapter 109: Smash It

Meng Shu looked up and smiled at him: "Maomao, I bought the flowers. They'll be delivered tomorrow."

There seemed to be a surging warmth in his heart, rising with the twilight tide.

Ling Qingjue thought, summer is almost here, it's time to fall in love.

He teleported right in front of Meng Shu, tall enough that he had to bend down to tug at Meng Shu's cheek. "You don't look very happy. What, was buying me flowers really that hard for you?"

Meng Shu had been pretty upset, but the moment he came back and saw Ling Qingjue's unreasonably handsome face, he silently swallowed all his complaints.

That face was worth the price.

"Not hard at all, totally worth it," Meng Shu said with utmost sincerity. "I'd pay another zero for it!"

Ling Qingjue reached out and ruffled his hair, like petting a dog, and inexplicably blurted out: "I'll make it up to you later."

He would give Meng Shu many, many good things—money, treasures, flowers, potions... Anything he had, he could give to Meng Shu.

If he didn't have it, he'd go steal it.

Being a cat, Ling Qingjue had no morals.

"No need to repay me, I did it willingly." Meng Shu hesitantly moved closer to him, then suddenly hugged him.

Ling Qingjue didn't push him away, just looked down and asked, "What now?"

"Cough, let's go inside first." Instead, Meng Shu grew embarrassed. If Ling Qingjue treated him coldly, he could happily cling to him.

But once Ling Qingjue responded, he lost his nerve.

"Tomorrow is the Spring Gathering," Ling Qingjue followed behind him and reminded him out of the blue. "You forgot something very important."

Even now, Meng Shu still hadn't invited him to be his dance partner!

Of course, Meng Shu knew. He closed the door, then pushed Ling Qingjue to sit on the sofa.

He stood straight, like a student who had done something wrong. "Maomao, tomorrow, will you dance with me?"

Ling Qingjue's expression was cold. He looked down—Meng Shu was once again inviting him to dance while wearing slippers!

Second time!

Last time he was already sloppy, and now there was no improvement!

He loved his slippers so much, might as well spend his whole life with them!

Ling Qingjue: "No."

Meng Shu's face instantly fell. "No, you have to say yes."

"You're wearing slippers—do you deserve it?" Ling Qingjue had already warned him not to confess while wearing slippers!

Meng Shu glanced at his slippers. He instantly blushed. "Sorry, I definitely won't wear these tomorrow."

Ling Qingjue turned his face away, his eyes unfocused, staring blankly to the side. "It's always like this—you don't care about me at all... You didn't notice I was in heat, you didn't comfort me when I was angry, and you confessed while wearing slippers..."

He muttered to himself for a long time. Meng Shu didn't comfort him, just stared at him with a silly grin.

"Can't you hear me scolding you?" Ling Qingjue raised an eyebrow.

Meng Shu was startled and blurted out, "You were scolding me?"

He thought Ling Qingjue was flirting with him!

Before Ling Maomao could blow up, he promptly hugged him, his hand stroking down the other's back, gently smoothing his fur. "I'll do better tomorrow. Cough, I'll work toward being with you soon."

Ling Qingjue's anger subsided. "You're so slow."

Meng Shu asked again, "Tonight, do you need me to keep your... tail company?"

Luckily he turned the sentence in time. Ling Qingjue's face went from red back to normal.

He mumbled, "Mm-hmm." "It's the tail that's been misbehaving lately. I don't need company. I'm different from the tail."

Meng Shu didn't expose him at all. "Then should I pet the tail tonight too?"

"...How should I know?" Ling Qingjue refused to meet his eyes again. "The tail's business isn't up to me."

Meng Shu laughed again, his chest vibrating slightly, his forehead pressing against Ling Qingjue's chest as his shoulders shook. "Yeah, the tail has nothing to do with you."

Ling Qingjue's face burned from the laughter, but he didn't admit it. "It never... had anything to do with me."

The man in his arms kept laughing.

Ling Qingjue got annoyed and reached out to cover his mouth. "Stop laughing!"

The next day, the Spring Gathering went surprisingly smoothly. Meng Shu had always been unlucky—everything he did went wrong.

He expected the dance to turn into another drama like last time, but this time Xu Linzhou didn't attend the dance, and Jia Zhao was too busy sneaking little desserts from the banquet to bother with them.

He successfully invited Ling Qingjue to dance, and this time Ling Qingjue didn't step on him intentionally.

Neither of them was very good at dancing. They only danced one piece, just going through the motions before leaving the dance floor.

Even after the dance, Meng Shu found it unbelievable. According to his common sense, a plot point as important as an 80-point affection level should definitely be accompanied by something bad.

But nothing happened.

He just danced with Ling Qingjue like that, watching Ling Qingjue's affection rise from 70 to 80.

The system promptly sent him a notification: "Character Ling Qingjue's affection has reached 80. Available for romance."

The dance floor was crowded with people. Meng Shu felt dizzy and his ears rang. He thought, no, why was it going so smoothly?

Why would fate suddenly favor him?

At a time like this, something bad had to happen, or it wouldn't fit his unlucky character. His limbs seemed to lose sensation. Amid the vast sea of people, he could only stare at Ling Qingjue.

As if waiting for a death sentence.

But Ling Qingjue simply walked toward him, still strikingly handsome, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs; in his rare formal wear, his presence even more steady.

He reached out and touched Meng Shu's cheek, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead, and chuckled softly. "Daydreaming?"

Meng Shu snapped out of it. With trembling fingers, he grabbed the collar of Ling Qingjue's shirt and breathed in shock. "...Nothing happened at all."

Ling Qingjue thought he was being weird. "What did you expect to happen?"

Dating you and nothing bad happened at all.

Meng Shu let out a strange, distorted laugh, pressing his head into Ling Qingjue's chest, "So lucky, I thought something would happen today..."

Ling Qingjue didn't understand why he said that, and allowed him to lean against him.

People nearby glanced their way.

Ling Qingjue coldly looked back, unobtrusively shielding Meng Shu, his expression unchanged. He didn't like others peeping into his life, nor could they spy on his man.

A magic circle appeared under their feet, and Ling Qingjue whisked Meng Shu away from the ball.

When they opened their eyes again, they were already back home.

"Meng Shu, the affection level is at eighty." He paused, slightly lifting his chin, "I mean, you can officially pursue me now."

Meng Shu rubbed his eyes. The hall before him was bright and spacious. The Everlasting Flower, representing eternal love, was placed in a cyan vase, its buds about to bloom.

He carefully touched a bud.

Really... made it through today without a hitch.

Ling Qingjue still remembered his inexplicable behavior from earlier. He exhaled, each word spoken with deliberate seriousness: "Meng Shu, you can choose me."

He pursed his lips, looking a bit hurt. "I may be a black cat, but I won't bring you bad luck."

"I won't let you be unfortunate. If fate insists on cursing you, I will smash it to pieces."