I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Su Wanqing sat on Zheng Yifei's lap, tears falling like beads from a broken string.

"Do you think you've got it all figured out?"

Su Wanqing wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, pulled a stack of yellowed documents from her storage bag, and slammed them hard on the desk in front of Zheng Yifei. "Look at this for yourself!"

Those were files that Zheng Yifei reviewed a few years ago when he was the chief inspector of the Qingyun Zong Tax Bureau.

"Look at this character '准' (zhǔn). When you finish the last stroke, you always habitually stick it up a third of an inch."

And this character '驳' (bó), to save time, you always write the left radical as a circle!

Su Wanqing flipped open the mirage ledger she had just finished checking and pointed to the annotations. "Take another look at the ledger now! Although you deliberately changed the structure of your handwriting and even wrote with your left hand, you can't change this ingrained writing habit!"

Zheng Yifei stared at the two contrasting handwritings, opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

"besides!"

Su Wanqing persisted, gripping his clothes tightly with both hands, "Every time you encounter a difficult problem, your right index and middle fingers unconsciously tap the table alternately, with a frequency of two long taps followed by one short tap."

Every time you're about to scheme against someone, your left eyebrow will slightly lift!

Zheng Yifei, do you think I'm blind? Besides you, who else in this world could perfectly replicate these habits in someone named Xu Zhengyun?!

Faced with Su Wanqing's barrage of questions and her bloodshot eyes, Zheng Yifei's seemingly unbreakable psychological defenses finally crumbled.

Looking at Su Wanqing's tear-streaked face and feeling her body trembling slightly with excitement, a soft spot in his heart was struck hard.

"well……"

Zheng Yifei let out a long sigh.

He raised his hands and gently stroked Su Wanqing's cheeks, his thumbs softly wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the muscles on his face twitched, and the cold, aloof face that originally belonged to "Xu Zhengyun" rippled out like water.

In just a few breaths, the face that Su Wanqing both loved and hated, which haunted her dreams, was clearly presented before her.

Although the body is still Xu Zhengyun's, the face he shows at this moment and the cynical yet all-controlling look in his eyes are completely Zheng Yifei's!

"You woman, you're frighteningly shrewd..."

Zheng Yifei's voice was no longer as cold as Xu Zhengyun's, but had returned to its original languid and magnetic quality.

"Wow--"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Su Wanqing could no longer control her emotions. Like a child who had suffered a great injustice, she suddenly threw herself into Zheng Yifei's arms and burst into tears.

"You bastard! Do you know what I've been through these past few years? Do you know how much pain I felt when I thought you were dead?!"

While crying, Su Wanqing pounded her fists on Zheng Yifei's chest, "Since you're alive, why don't you come looking for me? Why do you change your identity and hide from me? Are you planning to never acknowledge me again?!"

Zheng Yifei let her hit him, holding her tightly in his arms as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

"I'm sorry, Qing'er, I'm so sorry..."

Zheng Yifei lowered his head, rested his chin on her hair, and deeply inhaled her unique fragrance. "It's not that I don't want to find you, it's just that my current situation is too dangerous."

"Qin Cang, the Grand Elder of the Xuantian Sect, has been watching me closely. If my identity is exposed, not only will I die, but I will also implicate you and the entire Su family."

Su Wanqing raised her head, her face streaked with tears, and looked at him with unwavering determination: "I'm not afraid! You are my fiancé, and even if I die, I will die with you!"

From this day forward, no matter what happens, you are never allowed to push me away again!

Looking at Su Wanqing's resolute eyes, Zheng Yifei felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

He lowered his head and kissed those trembling red lips deeply.

This kiss contained so much longing, guilt, and love.

Su Wanqing was slightly stiff at first, then responded enthusiastically.

Her arms wrapped tightly around Zheng Yifei's neck, and the two of them kissed passionately in the luxurious study, enveloped in a rich spiritual atmosphere.

"Qing'er, be my Daoist partner. My true Daoist partner."

Zheng Yifei said breathlessly as their lips met.

"Um……"

Su Wanqing closed her eyes and let out an alluring murmur.

Dry wood catches fire easily; it ignites at the slightest touch.

Moreover, the two were already in love with each other and had been suppressing their feelings for so long.

Zheng Yifei picked up Su Wanqing and strode towards the lounge inside the study.

On the large bed in the lounge, the two were half-undressed and their skin was touching.

Zheng Yifei's hand roamed along Su Wanqing's graceful curves, eliciting soft moans from her.

A dense spiritual energy flowed between the two, making the surrounding air seem scorching hot.

At this critical moment, when the last line of defense was about to be breached—

"call out!"

A fiery red communication talisman, like a fly that had no eyes, forcefully pierced through the array restrictions of the study, hovering in mid-air in the lounge, emitting a rapid buzzing sound.

Zheng Yifei froze, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He stared at the communication talisman through gritted teeth, wishing he could burn it to ashes with his eyes.

Su Wanqing blushed deeply with embarrassment and hurriedly broke free from Zheng Yifei's embrace, frantically straightening her disheveled clothes.

"Yifei, you...you should check the communication talisman first, just in case something urgent comes up."

Su Wanqing turned her back, her voice barely audible.

Zheng Yifei took several deep breaths before he could barely control the churning blood pressure in his body.

He waved his hand impatiently, grabbed the communication talisman into his palm, and infused it with spiritual power.

Xu Zhengkun's anxious voice immediately came through the communication talisman: "Zhengyun, come to my villa immediately! There's an emergency. Jin Biao from the printing factory is also there. Hurry!"

"Xu Zhengkun, you son of a bitch! Of all times to come, why now of all times!"

Zheng Yifei cursed inwardly, but he knew that Xu Zhengkun's message at this time, especially with the printing factory supervisor Jin Biao by his side, meant that something serious must have happened.

He sighed helplessly, quickly straightened his clothes, and then transformed back into the appearance of "Xu Zhengyun".

"Qing'er, Kun-ge has an urgent matter to attend to, I have to go there."

Zheng Yifei walked behind Su Wanqing, gently put his arm around her waist, and whispered in her ear, "Wait for me to come back, and we'll continue."

Su Wanqing's face turned even redder, and she gave Zheng Yifei a coquettish glare: "Go take care of your business! I'll go with you, so you don't come up with any more bad ideas."

After they finished getting ready, the two transformed into two streaks of light and silently left the mirage, heading straight for the sect leader's villa by Yingxian Lake.

Inside the main hall of the villa, the lights were on.

Xu Zhengkun paced back and forth in the hall with his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed. Standing beside him was a burly man with a fierce face, Jin Biao, the manager of the Qingyun Sect printing factory.

Seeing Zheng Yifei and Su Wanqing walk in side by side, with a lingering blush on Su Wanqing's face, Xu Zhengkun paused for a moment, then revealed a meaningful smile: "Oh, looks like I sent this message at the wrong time? Did I disturb you?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Zheng Yifei glared at him irritably and sat down in the chair with an air of superiority: "What happened that you called me here in the middle of the night?"

Xu Zhengkun abandoned his joking mood, his expression turning serious. He glanced at Jin Biao: "Jin Biao, tell Zhengyun what happened."

"Yes, Sect Master."

Jin Biao stepped forward and respectfully clasped his hands in greeting to Zheng Yifei. "Manager, this evening, Zhou Ming, the grandson of the Sixth Elder, suddenly returned to our Qingyun Sect with two inner disciples from the Xuantian Sect's Weapon Pavilion."

"Zhou Ming? I don't know him. He's back, so what's the big deal?"

"They went under the guise of 'exchanging and learning with subordinate sects of the Xuantian Sect's Artifact Pavilion,' and visited the Sixth Elder as soon as they returned."

Jin Biao swallowed hard and continued, "Just now, the Sixth Elder personally brought Zhou Ming to me. He said that Zhou Ming has encountered a bottleneck in the Xuan Tian Sect and wants to come to our printing factory for a period of time to learn the ins and outs of combining mechanics and formations."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Yifei's eyes narrowed instantly, a cold glint flashing in his deep eyes.

"Experience? Learning?"

Zheng Yifei sneered, "The Xuantian Sect is a prestigious sect, what profound weapon-refining methods does it not have in its weapon-making pavilion? Why come to a printing factory of an affiliated sect to learn mechanical expansion techniques?"

That's such a lame excuse.