Chapter 107: 92 Yafi (Supplement)
“*Ahem!* Miss Yafi, about the terms just now—are you ready to settle the matter now?”
Qian Mo sat in the chair, speaking with a clear implication.
“I’m not quite sure what your meaning is, sir...”
Yafi hesitated, suddenly recalling something, and asked timidly.
*Slap!*
Qian Mo raised his hand, and a gust of wind shut the door firmly.
The same gust pulled Yafi toward him where she stood.
“Ah!”
Yafi cried out in surprise, then was pulled into Qian Mo’s embrace.
His nose brushed her hair, inhaling a pure, delicate feminine fragrance.
Looking gently into Yafi’s eyes, he spoke softly, “Yafi, you are truly beautiful.”
“A woman as lovely and kind-hearted as you must have many suitors,” Qian Mo said, his gaze full of adoration.
“Sir, it’s not appropriate for you to hold me like this. Why don’t we sit down on those chairs and talk properly?”
Yafi was genuinely frightened now. She shouldn’t have joked earlier—this man wasn’t following the normal course! He was coming on strong. Could it be that he meant to... that certain thing? She quickly spoke, trembling.
“Sir, let’s sit down and have a talk.”
“Oh? Very well, then let’s sit down and talk. Now, where shall I sit? Let me see.” Qian Mo walked over to a chair by the wall and sat down slowly, then looked at Yafi’s delicate face.
“Don’t misunderstand me; I have no such intentions!”
“Why? Is the illustrious Miss Yafi of the Mitre family a woman who can’t keep her word? If so, I’m truly sorry. You have disappointed the image I held of you.”
Qian Mo released Yafi and sat down with a mock look of bitterness, shaking his head.
“Look at this! I helped you out of a tight spot and boosted your cultivation tremendously—not a small feat! You’ve advanced from Fighter to Battle King! Such a leap, Miss Yafi, surely you understand how significant it is, don’t you? Perhaps even better than I do?”
“I’m not a man of many merits, but I am kind-hearted. Orphaned, you know. I once saw a little white rabbit by the roadside and couldn’t bear to eat it. Even an ant crossing under my foot—I wouldn’t crush it; I’d step around it.”
Qian Mo’s performance was flawless, reminiscent of a seasoned actor’s mastery since his days at Qingyun Sect.
Three years ago, as I was passing through a place, I saw an elderly lady trying to cross the street. I panicked inside—how could someone of her age cross alone with so many cars around? Not everyone respects traffic rules. What if some reckless driver lost their mind and rushed through, just as the old lady crossed? That would be a ticket straight to hell, wouldn’t it? I’m such a kind man, really.”
Qian Mo wiped tears from his eyes and continued, “My rational mind told me I had to help her cross safely. So I escorted her across the road. Later, the old lady, seeing my respect for elders and virtue, personally cooked a meal for me. That meal was delicious, filled with the warmth of home—a feeling I had never experienced before.”
“Since then, I swore I would find a woman whom I would love for all my lifetimes, cherish and make happy.”
“I’ve roamed the martial world for many years, witnessing countless tales of love and hatred, meeting many scoundrels and women, but none gave me the feelings I now have for you. From you, I sense the warmth of home, the flavor of love—the same feeling the old lady gave me, but even stronger.”
“So, I’ve found my true love. I have helped her grow stronger, and I would willingly fight to the death for her, even bury myself in a sea of blood without regret. Because she is the woman I love, the only woman I love in this world.”
“And that woman is you, Yafi.”
Qian Mo’s acting was so convincing that even he was moved to tears; the tears in his eyes were genuine.
But the tears were not wasted—the effect was undeniable.
Before Qian Mo could finish saying Yafi’s name, she had already eagerly thrown herself into his arms.
Her eyes were red, tears flowing, her lips trembling, “Y-you don’t have to say anymore. I promise you, I promise!!”
Yafi was deeply touched by Qian Mo’s words, which struck a chord deep within her heart, finally making her decision.
“Yafi...”
Still dazed and not fully comprehending what he’d just said, Qian Mo stumbled over the unfinished sentence.
Coming to his senses, he quickly held his beloved tightly, his voice trembling, “Y-Yafi, is it true? You’re not lying? You really agreed? To be my wife, you agreed?!”
Though his voice quavered, it couldn’t mask his overwhelming excitement. His heart soared. “Great! Damn it, my tears weren’t shed in vain this time! I finally have a wife—the first prize since coming to the Dou Qi Continent! Damn those cultivation tickets that don’t let me go find a wife—I guess I’ll just find one here! Hmph!”
“Yes, I agreed. To be your wife.”
Yafi’s face flushed even redder as she whispered the word “wife” softly, her voice filled with sweetness.
“Yafi, be my wife!”
“Mm!”
“I will treat you well, love you for all our lifetimes.”
“Mm!”
“I will protect you, make sure no one bullies you. Anyone who dares will face my little fists!”
*Pfft!*
“Mm!”
At the mention of “little fists,” Yafi couldn’t help but laugh softly.
“Wife!”
“Hm?”
“Shall we have a child?”
“Mm! Ah! N-no, no!”
Yafi lightly tapped Qian Mo, pouting, “Who asks for a child right at the start like that?!”
“Just because no one’s had one doesn’t mean there won’t be. You just haven’t seen it yet. Besides, am I not right here in front of you? I’m that person!”
Qian Mo pointed at himself with a silly grin.
“Qian Mo.”
“Call me husband.”
“But you’re not old. Why call you husband?”
“In my hometown, ‘husband’ means ‘lord’ or ‘master’.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Is there something you want to say? Could it be you’re thinking of adding a child to our happiness?”
“No, no, husband, about children… let’s talk about that later.”
Qian Mo caught the two key words: “later?”
“Wife, are you really deciding to talk about it later?”
“Yes, husband. Don’t you agree?”
Yafi looked at Qian Mo with big, pleading eyes.
“Later, of course later. My lady! As your husband, I’m very happy about that. We’ll talk about it later!”
Qian Mo was overjoyed beyond measure.