What if you were targeted by a cool and aloof beauty?

"It looks good." Not only was Jiu Ge's voice cute, but her expression also became very cute.

"Scared out?" An Chen suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

He seemed perfectly normal while eating, just like before he was in a relationship, never saying a word while eating or sleeping.

Changing clothes was perfectly normal for him; he changed in no time and appeared before An Chen with incredible speed.

"I'm stunned." Jiu Ge grabbed An Chen's hand and shook it vigorously.

An Chen's elbow suddenly started to hurt...

"Are you really stupid?" He stopped and scratched his head with his other hand.

"I'm dumbfounded." Jiuge stared ahead, but didn't stop walking.

An Chen had already stopped in place, but now he was being dragged forward by Jiu Ge.

"Jiuge?" An Chen sighed as he was being dragged along.

"Hmm?" Jiuge didn't turn around, but made a cute "hmm" sound, just like a little kid.

"The ghost from 'Midnight Horror' has arrived." After a moment's thought, An Chen spoke softly.

"Ah! Oh dear..." Jiuge's shoulders trembled, and she immediately froze on the spot.

Then, she turned around with a stiff smile.

The darkness, the throbbing pain in his hand, and Jiu Ge's already pale face startled An Chen when he turned around.

"I was just kidding... I was just kidding..." An Chen took a deep breath.

"Hmm." Jiuge gave a light "hmm," without giving him a cold look, without a sharp gaze, and without any anger.

"It's so good that those ghosts didn't come out of the TV and computer screens." She gently patted her not-so-full chest, her tone and expression very childlike.

"Ghost?" An Chen was stunned.

He placed his hand on Jiuge's head to confirm that she did not have a fever.

“An Chen, Gui Gui isn’t scary at all.” Jiu Ge smiled radiantly.

“Even if they run out and stand in front of me now, I will gently drive them away with An Chen by ‘retreating’ them.” As she spoke, she let go of An Chen’s hand and hopped forward twice.

Chapter 124 The Adorably Charming Mrs. An

“Um… Little Jiuge? There’s nothing scary here anymore.” An Chen began to try to talk to Jiuge in a tone used when dealing with a child.

Jiuge has become this strangely adorable state.

It was abrupt, unnatural, and without any warning.

In the past, no matter how mischievous An Chen was in scaring Jiu Ge, he never managed to frighten her to this extent.

Therefore, An Chen is currently facing a great headache.

His headache wasn't about what to do if Jiu Ge couldn't turn back to normal anytime soon, but rather—whether or not he should try to make Jiu Ge normal again.

If we want to restore Jiuge to normal...

It's very simple. Just whisper in her ear, "Something bad is going to happen; an evil spirit is coming." That should be enough.

Given Jiuge's strong sense of responsibility regarding the excessive concentration, he will surely sober up on the spot.

But now, Jiuge, whether in tone, action or expression, is as cute and adorable as a child, bouncing around.

It's really hard to resist.

After a fierce internal struggle lasting more than ten seconds, An Chen decided to ignore the current situation, risking that Jiu Ge would ignore him once she returned to normal.

"I am not Jiuge now," Jiuge said after a long pause, her face flushed.

"Then who are you?" An Chen chuckled.

Since things have already come to this, all we can do is maintain a cheerful attitude of accepting what's coming.

"I am Madam An!" Jiu Ge stopped jumping around.

She poked her fingers together and then pinched her hair, her expression becoming increasingly shy.

“Then, Madam An, who am I?” An Chen pointed to himself.

"Ninth Master!" Jiu Ge approached An Chen and poked his cheek.

Her hair gently rested on An Chen's shoulder, and the fragrance of Jiu Ge's hair wafted out.

Perhaps because his senses were amplified in an instant, An Chen felt as if a cat was scratching at his heart.

“You are Madam An’s ninth husband.” As she spoke, Jiu Ge glanced down at An Chen’s hand.

The next second, Jiuge readily grabbed An Chen's hand and pulled him forward.

"Mrs. An." An Chen said as he walked, turning on his phone to record a conversation with his free hand.

"What's wrong?" Jiuge tilted her head, her voice still soft and sweet.

“The spirits in movies may be terrifying, but they are all fake. In reality, most spirits are actually quite ordinary. Fear mainly stems from people’s fear of the unknown. This is also the principle behind why horror movies scare people.” An Chen thought for a moment and then shifted his gaze to Jiu Ge’s profile.

"Mmm, I know." Jiuge shook her hand and nodded vigorously.

"As you know, when facing Meng Ninghua, as long as you open the window, turn on the lights, and play some cheerful music, it's not so scary anymore," An Chen continued earnestly and patiently, his expression serious.

“Yes, yes!” Jiuge nodded repeatedly like a roly-poly toy.

"So you don't need to be too scared." An Chen glanced at the recording screen on his phone.

After confirming there was no mistake, he put the still-lit phone back into his pocket.

"Mmm! Yes! I'm not scared!" As she spoke, Jiuge stood on tiptoe again and rubbed her head against the gap between An Chen's neck and shoulder.

An Chen is 1.86 meters tall, while Jiu Ge is only 1.65 meters tall. They need to stand on their tiptoes to bury their heads deeper.

"Hehe, An Chen smells so good." As she spoke, she reluctantly moved her head away from An Chen.

"So, has Madam An returned to normal now?" An Chen took the opportunity to touch Jiu Ge's delicate shoulder.

Jiuge put her finger to her lips, pretending to be thinking.

The next moment, she smiled and said, "Yes, I've always been perfectly normal."

"Okay." An Chen was very satisfied.

It seems it's not working properly yet.

"Now that things are back to normal, then..."

Before he could utter the word "that," Jiuge spoke first.

"You just mentioned a woman, didn't you?" Jiuge pouted, looking at An Chen with dissatisfaction.

"Woman? Did I mention woman?" An Chen was dumbfounded.

When has he ever mentioned women?

Apart from Jiu Ge, An Chen had never paid attention to any other women, let alone deliberately brought it up in front of Jiu Ge.

Looking around, he was relieved to find that he and Jiuge hadn't made too much noise and were standing in a relatively secluded spot, so they hadn't attracted attention yet.

"That!! Meng Ninghua!" Jiuge stomped her foot, her expression puffed out in anger.

As if stomping her feet wasn't enough to vent her anger, she even let out a "humph".

“I didn’t treat her as a woman. I just mentioned her to tell you that we don’t need to be afraid of her. I didn’t mean anything else.” An Chen only came back to his senses after being reminded by Jiu Ge.

So the woman was referring to Meng Ninghua...

It was only then that he realized that Jiuge was more prone to jealousy than he had imagined.

"But she's a woman, and quite pretty and gentle." Jiuge lowered her head, her voice already trembling with tears.

“Even if she were a woman, she wouldn’t be one percent as pretty as you. No matter how gentle she is, she wouldn’t fit my aesthetic standards.” An Chen sighed and patted Jiu Ge’s head with his free hand.

"Really?" Jiuge rubbed her eyes.

"Really, the truth." An Chen gently pried Jiu Ge's hand away from her eyes.

"Don't rub your eyes," he gently reminded her.

"Then why don't you hug me?" Jiuge still felt wronged.

She was so heartbroken that she was completely unaware that her demands were too far-fetched.

“We’re outside, on the road. If we make a big fuss, a lot of strangers will point and whisper about us.” An Chen ruffled Jiu Ge’s hair.

"Hug!" Jiuge pushed An Chen's hand away and opened her arms.

"Now?" An Chen was a little confused.

Although he didn't care, what if Jiu Ge got angry later because he had openly hugged her on the street?

"Hug!" Jiuge's soft, sweet voice grew louder and louder.

An Chen remained silent.

"Hug me!" Jiuge's expression turned cold.

The temperature seemed to drop...

Taking a breath, An Chen looked around.

After hesitating for a moment, he held Jiuge tightly in his arms.

While holding her, he continued to gently pat Jiuge's back as if coaxing a child.

The hug lasted for five or six minutes.

It wasn't until the sixth minute that Jiuge finally let go.

At this moment, An Chen and Jiu Ge's clothes were both a little damp with sweat.

Even though the weather is cooler at night compared to during the day, it's still summer, and still the hottest time of the year.

It would be strange if two grown people, deeply in love, didn't break out in a long, affectionate embrace, given the high hormone levels typical of early-stage romance and other normal physiological reactions.

"Well... Mrs. An, shall we go back?" After catching his breath, An Chen turned off the phone's recording function.

She looked up at the sky, then at Jiu Ge, who was smiling happily and contentedly beside her.