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Chapter 112 Xie Bi'an with a Little Tea

"Didn't you say you'd never cook or make desserts again? How come all these things are still here? And they look like they're used frequently?"

Seeing Xie Bi'an's slightly questioning gaze, Fan Wujiu thought: ...Damn it, we've been found out!

Fan Wujiu knew that Xie Bi'an, although he seemed aloof and taciturn, was also very craving his cooking skills.

But how could a dignified Black Impermanence do the work of a househusband?

So he told Xie Bi'an that he would never do it again, and even if he did, he would never forget his brother. And then…

"What are you holding in your hand?" At this moment, Xie Bi'an noticed with his sharp eyes that Fan Wujiu seemed to be holding something in his hand.

"No, it's nothing." No, he can't let his brother see this, or he'll definitely be laughed at.

Xie Bi'an could tell something was wrong just by looking at Fan Wujiu.

He knew that he and Fan Wujiu were evenly matched in martial arts, and that using force against Fan Wujiu was definitely not an option. Therefore…

Xie Bi'an lowered his eyes, looking somewhat saddened.

"Wu Jiu, don't you consider me a brother anymore?"

“Lately, you and I have been in less contact. It’s been so long since we got together for drinks during the last Ghost Festival.”

"Have you found a new, better friend or brother?"

"You probably shared the food and desserts you made with your new brother, right?"

"Wujiu, it's okay if you don't show it to me or tell me."

"Although we have a brotherhood that has lasted for thousands of years, I know that many relationships cannot last."

"Then I'll be going now. I'm sorry to have bothered you this time."

"Next time... never mind, I probably won't bother you again unless it's something important."

Actually, if a woman were here, she would definitely see through Xie Bi'an's words; it was obvious he was just feigning helplessness and playing dumb.

But Fan Wujiu couldn't see it.

He had never seen Xie Bi'an, who was usually aloof and indifferent, like this before.

She felt that her concealment had deeply hurt Xie Bi'an.

After all, if Xie Bi'an were to hide something from him one day, he would definitely feel uncomfortable.

Over thousands of years of living together, they have become more than just colleagues and friends; they are brothers who would entrust their lives to each other.

So, just as Xie Bi'an was about to slip away, Fan Wujiu made up his mind, stretched out his hand in front of Xie Bi'an, and said, "Never mind, if you want to see, then see."

Xie Bi'an knew Fan Wujiu's personality. Despite Fan Wujiu's self-proclaimed status as the dignified Black Impermanence of the Underworld, he was still awe-inspiring in front of all the ghosts.

But Xie Bi'an knew that Fan Wujiu was actually very pure and had no intention of scheming against anyone.

He was decisive, sincere, and always had a light in his heart.

Xie Bi'an knew that, compared to Xie Bi'an, he sometimes seemed cunning and complex.

He also knew that what he had just said was despicable.

He also knew that after he said that, Fan Wujiu would definitely be honest with him.

as predicted.

However, when Xie Bi'an saw what was in Fan Wujiu's palm, he was completely stunned.

"What, what is this?!"

"As you can see, it's a clay figure."

Xie Bi'an: I know they are clay figures, but how did you come to have them, and cherish them so much? Two clay figures, one male and one female, and the male one is none other than Fan Wujiu himself.

"I made this myself..." Fan Wujiu said softly, his face slightly flushed.

Ok?
what happened?

Why was Fan Wujiu blushing? He looked like he was experiencing his first love.

Looking at the female clay figure among the clay figures, Xie Bi'an suddenly had an unbelievable thought.

"Fan Wujiu, you wouldn't..."

"Yes, she is my destined wife!" Xie Bi'an: ???

……

Fan Wujiu carefully placed the two clay figures down, opened a bottle of beer, and started drinking with Xie Bi'an, talking as they drank.

Gradually, Xie Bi'an learned the whole story.

It turns out that what Fan Wujiu was hiding from him was never about the Underworld Emperor's succession. The unspeakable task the Underworld Emperor gave Fan Wujiu was to protect Xu Qingling.

Xu Qingling is the director of the Fengdu Leave Office who has recently become a sensation both in the underworld and in the human world.

That girl was actually Fan Wujiu's destined wife.

He knew the origin of Fan Wujiu's phoenix feather blue dress and what its name was.

"I didn't expect that little girl would pick it up so easily and put it on by herself."

You have no idea how shocked I was.

"But that little girl looks really good in that dress, it's like it was made for her."

Looking at Fan Wujiu talking about that so-called "little girl," his face beamed with a silly smile. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was the landlord's foolish son.

At that moment, Xie Bi'an knew that Fan Wujiu had fallen for him.

No wonder.

No wonder those kitchen utensils have made a comeback.

So it was all to please his future wife.

and many more.

Xie Bi'an suddenly remembered something else. Looking at the two clay figures, he had a bold guess in his mind: "Could these two clay figures have also been made by you?"

Fan Wujiu's gaze immediately became unfocused.

"What do you mean I sculpted it? I just casually sculpted it."

"I suddenly became interested."

"I didn't make this out of thin air. I'm the mighty Black Impermanence, working at the hospital during the day and catching ghosts at night. Where would I find the time?"

Xie Bi'an watched quietly as Fan Wujiu tried to explain himself.

There was still something about Fan Wujiu that he didn't understand.

Although he vehemently denied it, the two clay figures were exquisitely crafted, with meticulous attention to detail.

I knew then that the two clay figures were carefully sculpted by him.

The clay figure of the woman in the blue dress, in particular, was made with great care.

This guy still can't shake his habit of saying one thing but meaning another.

In other words, he understands Fan Wujiu; those who don't might misunderstand.

"I thought you were hiding something from me because your godfather wanted to pass the throne to you," Xie Bi'an said, taking a sip of wine.

“Passing on the throne? Oh, I have indeed heard my godfather mention this, but he has always favored you.”

Xie Bi'an paused mid-drink, "Really?"

"Of course it's true. My godfather told me himself. You're capable and fair in your dealings. If you don't take the position, who will? Am I supposed to?"

“I can’t do it. My godfather said I’m not suitable, and I don’t want to be one.”

"I just want to be my Black Impermanence, it's so much better to be free and unrestrained. Being the Underworld Emperor means having to read official documents and manage the entire Underworld, it's too much trouble."

Xie Bi'an fell silent.

It turns out he had misunderstood everything.

His godfather intended for him to succeed him.

Fan Wujiu had no interest in that position.

Ironically, he had harbored resentment towards the two of them because of this incident. Now, thinking back on it, he finds it all rather laughable and quite inappropriate.

(End of this chapter)