Zongman: The Qilin Child of Xuanyuan Family

The TV in the living room was playing all kinds of meaningless advertisements. Xuanyuan Ning didn't watch the TV nor turn it off, just let it play on its own.

Shiina Mahiru walked into the living room, let down her long hair that had been tied up when washing dishes, and moved towards where Xuanyuan Ning was sitting.

This is what a love-deprived kitten does. After getting the love it needs, it will involuntarily want to get close to the person who gives it love. This is a very normal dependent reaction.

Shiina Mahiru didn't say anything either, she just sat quietly beside Xuanyuan Ning. Even if she didn't do anything, she felt satisfied with this lifestyle.

When people have everything they need to eat and wear warm clothes, it is time for them to pursue something greater.

Just like...

"Mahiru-chan, do you have any dreams?"

Realizing that Shiina Mahiru was currently doing nothing, Xuanyuan Ning turned a page of the book in his hand and spoke softly.

Before meeting me, Shiina Mahiru had always acted like a good child who only wanted to be loved by her parents. Now she shouldn't be confused anymore.

"dream?"

Mahiru Shiina looked puzzled.

She had never thought about something as distant as a dream.

Being well-educated, gentle, and caring for others, all these are just the means that Shiina Mahiru has learned to get love. In front of Xuanyuan Ning, she doesn't need these at all to get the love she wants.

When the goal is no longer clear, Shiina Mahiru begins to become confused.

"You could call it a hobby."

The dream encompasses so many things, so Xuanyuan Ning narrowed down the scope for Shiina Mahiru.

"Hobbies..."

Shiina Mahiru was silent for a while.

She found that she couldn't answer the questions Xuanyuan Ning asked at all.

It wasn't until now that Shiina Mahiru realized... before she became Xuanyuan Ning's fiancée, she seemed to have never lived a single day for herself.

She has no interests, no so-called hobbies. She just does and learns whatever can help her get her parents' attention.

All those skills that she maxed out were merely tools for her to please her parents, rather than rewards for pleasing herself.

Xuanyuan Ning held the dazed Shiina Mahiru on his lap, rested his chin on Shiina Mahiru's head, and did not make a sound to disturb the other person's thoughts, but continued to look at the book in his hand.

"Ning, what do you think my hobbies are?"

"Think for yourself."

Shiina Mahiru, who began to feel confused, wanted to throw the question to Xuanyuan Ning, and the girl once again thought about using herself to please others.

Shiina Mahiru thought that Xuanyuan Ning asked her this because he wanted to cultivate a so-called hobby for her.

Since that’s the case, Xuanyuan Ning decided to study whatever her interest was.

Seeing through Shiina Mahiru's inferiority complex, Xuanyuan Ning refused without thinking.

"What is Ning's dream?"

Seeing that the search was fruitless, Shiina Mahiru wondered if Xuanyuan Ning was as confused as herself.

"go home."

"go home?"

"go home!"

Xuanyuan Ning expressed his dream without any hesitation, his tone full of determination.

"But aren't we at home now?"

"Mahiru and I are now our little family. My dream is to bring everyone back home."

"Hmm...I don't understand."

Shiina Mahiru thought Xuanyuan Ning was acting as a riddler and puffed up her cheeks in protest.

Xuanyuan Ning stretched out two fingers and pinched the puffy cheeks of Shiina Mahiru in his arms. He did not explain too much and turned another page of the book in his hand.

Shiina Mahiru, who really couldn't figure it out, stopped thinking about it and quietly nestled in Xuanyuan Ning's arms, reading the same book with the boy.

Xuanyuan Ning, who was reading ten lines at a glance, moved his fingers forward and was about to turn to the next page when Shiina Mahiru, who was in his arms, unexpectedly grabbed Xuanyuan Ning's fingers with one hand: "Ning, wait... I haven't finished reading yet."

"No problem, then let Mahiru-chan turn the page."

Retracting his fingers, Xuanyuan Ning quietly waited for Shiina Mahiru to read, with a faint smile unconsciously appearing on the corner of his mouth.

It is a good thing to have your own opinions. Whether it is love or relationship, even in the end, the status of husband and wife should be equal. Blindly tolerating will only make you more and more aggrieved.

Now Shiina Mahiru finally seems to have changed.

Shiina Mahiru didn't know what Xuanyuan Ning was thinking. She was just reading the book Xuanyuan Ning was holding seriously.

This book tells the story of flower farmers and flowers. This is a strange flower field. In spring, flower farmers come to plant seeds, and then begin to accompany the seeds they planted day and night, allowing the seeds to germinate in various ways. Among them, roses are the most valuable.

Some flower growers choose to talk to themselves next to the seeds they planted, talking to the seeds, hoping that the seeds will grow according to their ideas and become beautiful roses.

Some flower farmers carefully take care of the environment around the seeds, hoping that their seeds will thrive and grow into a shape that satisfies them.

Some flower farmers also choose to force the growth of seedlings by constantly fertilizing the seeds in the hope that they will bloom as soon as possible so that they can harvest the flowers in advance.

It seems as if the fate of each seed has been arranged in advance. They take root and sprout in the way the flower growers want, and bloom different flowers.

Because each flower grower has different levels of care, the flowers that bloom from the seeds they plant are also different, and their spirits and auras are also different.

"Great, this is the rose I wanted!"

The person who spoke was the flower farmer who talked to seeds all day long. He looked at the roses he grew with excitement on his face and felt extremely proud in his heart.

But... his rose... why is it so sick?

"Sunflower facing the sun, you are already great."

This is the flower farmer who is carefully taking care of his seeds. Looking at the cheapest sunflowers in front of him, his eyes are bright.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! Why can't you bloom? Why won't you bloom? I've given you the best of everything, all the good things!"

Looking at the flower buds in front of him that were withering and might never have the chance to bloom, the flower farmer who was forcing the growth of the seedlings to grow too fast growled angrily.

It seemed that he was planning to pull out this flower bud that had no future to vent his anger.

The story ends here.

"Ning...Which one am I?"

Without turning to the next page, Shiina Mahiru looked up at Xuanyuan Ning who was looking at her tenderly.

"Mahiru-chan is neither of those things."

"Mahiru-chan is a very special flower. You can grow however you want. You don't have to grow into a rose."

"Even if the whole world is hoping that Mahiru will grow into a rose, I still hope that you can just be yourself."

Xuanyuan Ning leaned over and put his hand to Shiina Mahiru's forehead, then shook his head lovingly.

"Ning, I want to write a novel!"

"No problem. I happen to know of an interesting club in school that might be helpful to Mahiru-chan."

Shiina Mahiru found her dream.

She wanted to write the story between her and Xuanyuan Ning into her own story.

Chapter 27 My Exclusive Painter

Seeing that Shiina Mahiru has found her dream, Xuanyuan Ning closed the book and threw it on the coffee table. He put his arms around Shiina Mahiru's slender waist and sniffed the girl's pleasant fragrance.

Noticing Shiina Mahiru's red earlobe, Xuanyuan Ning leaned forward and blew a breath gently: "When Mahiru's novel is finished, I will be his exclusive artist."

The earlobes are even redder, so cute.

Shiina Mahiru didn't resist and let Xuanyuan Ning hold her in his arms. She was intoxicated by the feeling of being wrapped in love.

"Ning, can you still draw?" asked Shiina Mahiru.

It's no wonder she asked this question. Since coming to this house, she has observed that Xuanyuan Ning has only been cooking and playing, and has never practiced any painting.

At this time, Xuanyuan Ning said that he would be a novel illustrator for him in the future, and Shiina Mahiru felt like opening a treasure chest.

She would never know how many things were hidden in the treasure chest named Xuanyuan Ning, but every time she needed something, what came out of the treasure chest would always make her happy.

"Mahiru-chan, you can search for the name Jining."

Xuanyuan Ning revealed a little secret about himself to Shiina Mahiru.

Ji Ning?

Although she didn't understand why Xuanyuan Ning asked her to search for this name, Shiina Mahiru still took out her mobile phone, opened the browser and started searching.

As the name Jining was entered, a picture with a question mark and a long list of titles appeared in Shiina Mahiru's eyes.

Ji Ning, a world-class talented painter, a world-class piano master, a world-class Go master, a world-class shogi master...all kinds of world-class titles were pressed on the other party's head as if they were free.

What Shiina Mahiru cares about most is...

He is as famous as Mashiro Shiina, another world-class talented painter, and some people call the two of them the twin stars of the painting world.

For some unknown reason...Shiina Mahiru clicked on Shiina Mashiro's profile.

Unlike Jining, the information in Shiina Mashiro's profile is made public openly.

Looking at the slightly silly blonde girl with red eyes in the picture, Shiina Mahiru raised her hand to touch her own caramel-colored pupils and lost her eyes...

"Don't think too much. I have nothing to do with him. Mahiru-chan is Mahiru-chan, my Mahiru-chan."

Xuanyuan Ning took the phone from Shiina Mahiru's hand and threw it aside. He thought Shiina Mahiru was starting to worry again.

They are both at the age of blooming, both are beautiful girls, and have the same blonde hair, so it is not surprising that Shiina Mahiru would think too much.

But Xuanyuan Ning was obviously wrong. Shiina Mahiru was not the person who cared about Shiina Mashiro.

"Ning is Ji Ning?"

This is the reason why Shiina Mahiru lost her mind.

It’s too dazzling...Ji Ning’s information is too dazzling, so dazzling that it makes Shiina Mahiru feel unreal.

Can anyone really do this?

"Well, it would be a great honor to have a world-class artist like me be Mahiru's future exclusive artist."

Xuanyuan Ning said this proudly, looking like a child waiting for praise.

puff.

Seeing Xuanyuan Ning like this, Shiina Mahiru felt warm in her heart and chuckled.

Yes, no matter how dazzling Xuanyuan Ning is, she is already his fiancée.

"Yeah, Ning is awesome."

Turning around and facing Xuanyuan Ning, Shiina Mahiru raised her little hand and placed it on Xuanyuan Ning's head, stroking it like a gentle mother: "From now on, I'll leave everything to you, my future exclusive painter~"

Xuanyuan Ning is providing emotional value to Shiina Mahiru, and Shiina Mahiru is also actively responding to the emotional value given to her by Xuanyuan Ning.

It's like, the two of them are really a good match.

"My fiancée, please get up and change your clothes. We have to go out for a while."

"Okay, my personal painter."

......

"Mr. Ethics, I now somewhat agree with the school's decision."

Looking at the activity plan in her hand which only had the three big words "Plan" written on it and the rest of the book blank, Kasumigaoka Utaha began to ridicule Aki Tomoya who was sitting opposite her.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's slender thighs, wrapped in a pair of thick black stockings, looked extremely attractive, swaying with the ups and downs of her owner's mood.

I thought that when Tomoya Aki faced the risk of the club being disbanded, he would carefully plan this last plan. By then, with his own and Sawamura Eriri's real abilities, there would be room for saving the club.

But what did Akito Tomoya do? He did nothing and continued to act as badly as before.

"But...I'm thinking really hard."

Aki Tomoya lowered his head and clenched his hands, looking like he knew he was wrong.