Don't get married if you're reborn.

Chapter 365 Ninth Master's Taste

However, Xie Jiu declined Zeng Wenjie's offer.

Zeng Wenjie said, "If you die, no one will be watching us anymore. If we do something that crosses the line, you won't be able to control us!"

Xie Jiu looked at him, slowly nodded, and said, "You are a good boy."

"..."

Zeng Wenjie was stunned by those words and then felt a little lost.

He had almost never received such praise in his entire life.

When elders mention him, they always describe him as naughty, annoying, playful, and immature.

Zeng Wenjie said somewhat angrily, "Ninth Master, don't think that I'll change my mind just because you say a few nice words!"

Xie Jiu said, "What can I do after I die? As long as you treat her well, I can rest assured."

Zeng Wenjie felt that this topic was a bit heavy.

After a moment, he couldn't help but ask, "Ninth Master, Xiao Mu said you once took on ten opponents single-handedly, and they even had knives. You only got a tear in the corner of your clothes. Is that true?"

Xie Jiu was taken aback, then laughed and said, "Of course it's fake. I actually had a knife wound in my arm and butt, but no one else knows. It was just a story I told to make her happy, so I exaggerated a bit!"

Zeng Wenjie saw Mu Qingyang stand up and wave to the two of them.

"She should have finished speaking, let's go over," Xie Jiu said.

Seeing that Zeng Wenjie and Xie Jiu got along fairly well, Mu Qingyang breathed a slight sigh of relief.

She was afraid that the two most important people in her life would not get along and make the atmosphere very tense.

"We haven't gone to pay our respects to Grandma yet," Mu Qingyang said, pointing upwards.

Zeng Wenjie glanced at Mu Qingyang's mother's tombstone. It only contained her name, birth date, death date, and "filial daughter Mu Qingyang." There was no other information on the tombstone.

He took out three incense sticks from the bag, lit them, and placed them on the burner as a way of paying respects to his future mother-in-law, whom he had never met.

Xie Jiu said to Mu Qingyang, "I'm going down the mountain first. After you've paid your respects to your grandmother, you should go back as soon as possible."

Mu Qingyang was stunned for a moment, then said, "Grandpa Xie, won't you have a meal with me or something?"

Xie Jiu shook his head and laughed, "I have a lot of things to do! Besides, I don't like the kid next to you, and I'm afraid I won't be able to resist hitting him later."

Mu Qingyang felt a little embarrassed.

Zeng Wenjie's lips twitched, but he said nothing.

He took Mu Qingyang back to his hometown, leaving Xie Jiu to spend what was perhaps the last Spring Festival of his life alone.

"What belongs to you, you must bravely fight for it. Don't always think about running away, understand?" Xie Jiu gently patted Mu Qingyang's head and said kindly.

"I understand, Grandpa Xie!" Mu Qingyang nodded vigorously.

Although she agreed readily, Zeng Wenjie felt that she might not actually fight for anything.

Xie Jiu reached out and hugged her, smiling as he said, "Your mother will be very happy to see that you are no longer as timid and insecure as you were a few years ago. Keep it up."

Mu Qingyang smiled at Xie Jiu and said, "It was Zeng Wenjie who took care of me and gave me confidence!"

When she first came to university, she was not only unfashionable, but also had posture problems; even when she was standing, she looked like she was curled up.

Shrugging shoulders, hunching back, and drooping head—even the most beautiful woman would look awkward if she presented herself with such a posture.

"Remember our agreement."

Xie Jiu said to Zeng Wenjie.

"Don't worry, Ninth Master!"

Zeng Wenjie nodded solemnly.

Mu Qingyang had no idea what they had talked about and looked completely bewildered.

Xie Jiu turned and left. Zeng Wenjie watched his retreating figure and couldn't help but shout, "Ninth Master!!!"

Xie Jiu stopped and turned around. "Ninth Master is something else!!!"

Zeng Wenjie raised his arms and shouted, his voice almost covering the entire park.

Xie Jiu nodded from afar and slowly descended the mountain along the stone steps of the cemetery.

"It seems you've reconciled with Grandpa Xie?" Mu Qingyang asked happily.

“I take back my previous opinion. Ninth Master is actually a pretty good person. Besides, he even gave me a New Year's red envelope!” Zeng Wenjie said.

Although the red envelope was rather meager—

Zeng Wenjie complained to himself.

Mu Qingyang took Zeng Wenjie to pay respects to her grandmother. Compared to her mother's grave, this one was much more luxurious, covering a large area, with a grand tombstone and a black-and-white photo of a kind old woman hanging on it.

Mu Qingyang turned and glanced at Zeng Wenjie, who then walked away on his own and went to squat down on the stone steps to smoke.

As soon as he lit a cigarette, Zeng Wenjie reached into the thin red envelope that Ninth Master had given him and couldn't help but complain, "Ninth Master is a good person, but he's a bit too stingy."

While talking, he opened the red envelope and took out two hundred yuan.

But there seems to be something else inside the red envelope.

After a moment of surprise, Zeng Wenjie reached inside and took out the contents. It was a card with a small note attached that had six numbers written on it.

At this moment, Zeng Wenjie understood why Zhuge Liang cried so heartbreakingly when Liu Bei entrusted his son to him in Baidi City.

Because his nose also felt a little sore.

Moreover, this was only the second time she had met Xie Jiu.

The two hundred yuan in the red envelope was for Zeng Wenjie.

This bank card was for Mu Qingyang.

He didn't leave any more information inside.

Clearly, he still has great faith in Zeng Wenjie's character.

"Perhaps Ninth Master's departure is also a wound in Xiao Mu's heart that can never be erased in his past life," Zeng Wenjie thought to himself.

That six-digit number was Mu Qingyang's birthday; he knew it the moment he saw it.

Putting the bank card in his pocket, Zeng Wenjie sniffed hard and muttered under his breath, "Xie Jiu hit you, Xie Jiu hit you, Xie Jiu hit you..."

I've said it several times, but my eyes are still a little sore, it's fucking uncomfortable.

Just then, Zeng Wenjie heard Mu Qingyang's call and immediately ran over to help her burn the remaining incense and paper money.

"Don't worry, my grandma will make her poached eggs too," Zeng Wenjie said softly to the old woman's black and white photo.

Mu Qingyang was stunned for a moment, and her eyes instantly reddened.

She finally mustered the courage to make peace with her twelve-year-old self.

Mu Qingyang gently wiped the dust off the tombstone with a tissue and said softly, "Grandma, I'm leaving now. I'll come to see you again next year."

After saying this, she smiled at Zeng Wenjie and said, "Let's go back!"

"At least take me to West Lake for a stroll, right?" Zeng Wenjie said, spreading his hands.

Although there's not much to see here, we've already come all this way!
Mu Qingyang said earnestly, "I'll treat you to a local delicacy, vinegar fish!"

Zeng Wenjie sneered. Sure enough, he'd gone astray; he'd learned to cheat and swindle! They actually wanted to treat him to the world's most unjustly killed fish? And they called it gourmet food!

Zeng Wenjie and Mu Qingyang were both people who listened to advice, and the next day they boarded a plane back to Fengzhou.

But this made Mu Qingyang feel that he had not fulfilled his duty as a host, and he felt somewhat guilty.

It was already the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, and since school was starting the day after tomorrow, students had already begun to return to school.

Zeng Wenjie still had New Year's greetings to complete. He needed to visit Zhuang Aimin, Ye Yixuan, Principal Gao, and other people who had taken good care of him. He also needed to pay a visit to Tang Lin, the leader of the publicity department.

(End of this chapter)