Surge of Cultivation

Ye Qingdi lightly slapped his mouth and blamed himself, "It's all my fault! If I hadn't spoken to you and distracted you, how could you have sprained your ankle? "How about this, Big Sister Ning Zhi, in order to make up for my mistakes, I will be responsible for taking you to and from work every day, until your foot injuries completely recover!"

"Then you're not going to True Martial University?"

"I can get up early to take you to work. When you get off work, you just have to wait for me in the office for a while. When I get out of True Martial University, I'll immediately come to the hospital to pick you up and send you home."

Yan Ningzhi couldn't help but giggle upon hearing his earnest words. "Our family lives on the sixth floor, and we don't have an elevator. My office is on the seventh floor of the hospital, how are you going to pick me up?"

"It's fine to carry it on your back!" For those of us who practice martial arts, bringing someone upstairs is not a piece of cake! "

"Carry him on your back..." Yan Ningzhi's face was slightly flushed, but it couldn't be seen under the streetlights. She carelessly brushed her long hair and gently said, "No need, I'm really fine! Don't forget, what I have learnt is massage. I will be able to recover after two or three days at home. You should just study diligently in your True Martial University. "

"No way, no way! It's decided! In the next few days, I will come to pick you up! "Now, let me send you home!" Ye Qingdi did not say anything further. He waved his hand and called for a maglev taxi to stop. He then carried Yan Ningzhi and sat on it.

Yan Ningzhi said a few words of "No need". Seeing that Ye Qingdi was not moved, she had no choice but to let him go. When she got on the taxi, she saw the dubious look the driver was giving her.

The taxi quickly arrived at Yan Ningzhi's residential district. After Ye Qingdi paid for the taxi, he carried Yan Ningzhi to the front of the building where she lived.

"Ye Qingdi, put me down."

Yan Ningzhi was being carried by Ye Qingdi, with her arms around his waist and her grip on his neck. She did not know where to put it, and when she was hit on the face by the warm breath that Ye Qingdi had exhaled, her entire body felt hot and uncomfortable. She finally arrived in front of her own house with great difficulty and let out a sigh of relief.

"Can you go upstairs?"

"I... You can slowly climb the stairs by holding on to them. "

"You can't even stand up, you can still go upstairs? Since it's already here, I might as well send you home! You live on the sixth floor, right? Which unit? East or west? "

Seeing how Ye Qingdi was not willing to give her up until she returned home, Yan Ningzhi could only say, "Fourth Unit, west side."

Compared to the other buildings in the area, this one was a lot more run-down and run-down. The corridor was also filled with all sorts of miscellaneous items, and there were even places that could only fit one person at a time.

"Be careful, don't touch anything."

Yan Ningzhi worriedly reminded Ye Qingdi that he couldn't see clearly, and from time to time, she would remind him.

How could she have known that Ye Qingdi's eyesight was exceptionally good? To him, there was basically no difference if there was a light in the corridor or not.

Within the darkness, the soft body was in his embrace, and a faint fragrance drifted about. Ye Qingdi lowered his head slightly, and the tip of his nose almost touched Yan Ningzhi's head as he lightly sniffed the fragrance that was emitting from her hair.

Although Yan Ningzhi's head was lowered, she was still able to sense this slight movement from Emperor Ye. Her body couldn't help but feel weak, and her calm mind became a bit chaotic. Her heart was beating like a little deer's, making a 'thump thump' sound that only she herself could hear.

"Put me down. I'm home."

When she arrived at the sixth floor, Yan Ningzhi's body began to struggle. She whispered to Ye Qingdi as if she didn't want the people in the west wing to hear her. Her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

Ye Qingdi ignored her and used his elbow to hit the door on the west side a few times. A middle-aged woman's voice immediately came out from the room, "Congee, is that you?"

Yan Ningzhi hesitated for a moment. She glanced at Ye Qingdi and finally replied in a clear voice, "En. Mom, it's me. I'm back. "

When the door opened, a middle-aged woman who looked similar to Yan Ningzhi appeared in front of Ye Qingdi. She looked in and saw a middle-aged man sitting on the living room's sofa, fiddling with a goldfish bowl on the tea table.

Needless to say, this middle-aged man and woman were definitely Yan Ningzhi's parents.

"Lipid Ning, you … "This is …" Mother Yan saw her daughter being carried by an unfamiliar man at the entrance. She couldn't help but be flabbergasted. In a daze, the handful of vegetable leaves in her hand fell to the ground.

Yan Ningzhi knew that her mother would be surprised to see her like this with Ye Qingdi. She was so shy that even her ears turned red. A friend, I sprained my foot on the road and couldn't walk, he. "So he sent me back …"

"Oh …" Mother Yan came back to her senses, and looked at Ye Qingdi suspiciously. Suddenly, she seemed to realize something, and the surprised look on her face immediately turned into a smile, and she quickly moved away and called out to Ye Qingdi: "Quick, young man, come inside quickly!"

Ye Qingdi carried Yan Ningzhi into the living room and followed her instructions to place her on the sofa.

Yan Ningzhi's home wasn't too big. It was only 50 or 60 square meters, and the decorations were very ordinary. There wasn't much furniture in the living room, only an old cloth sofa, a round glass coffee table, and a few small wooden stools. The communication, video, entertainment, and other equipment that were available in the ordinary families of the Federation were all ancient antiques from one to two decades ago, and it was unknown if they could still be seen.

Although everything was simple and unadorned, every room was clean and spotless, just like Yan Ningzhi herself.

Under the light of the white lights in the living room, only then did Ye Qingdi realize that Yan Ningzhi, who was sitting on the sofa, had two shy blush on her face. She was so enchanting and captivating.

"Big Sister Ning Lian, Uncle, Auntie, you guys busy yourselves, I'll be leaving first." Ye Qingdi politely said goodbye to Yan Ningzhi and her family before turning to leave.

"Ye Qingdi, have you eaten dinner yet? "Why don't you stay for a meal before leaving …" At this time, Yan Ningzhi's expression had already become much more natural, and she spoke to urge him to stay.

"Yeah, leave after eating!" We'll leave after eating! " His mother moved quickly, closing the door a few steps in front of him before giving Father Yan a meaningful glance.

Father Yan understood and immediately waved towards Ye Qingdi and laughed, "Young lad, come sit over and have a chat with uncle! Not long after our family moved here, we didn't have many relatives or friends in the city. You're the first customer! The food will be ready in a moment. If you don't mind, we'll have a simple meal here. "

However, when he saw that Yan Ningzhi's parents were so passionate, they did not even let him out of the door, so he could only look at her as if she was begging him for help. Unexpectedly, the corner of Yan Ningzhi's mouth formed into a smile, and she nodded slightly, meaning that she wanted him to stay. Ye Qingdi smiled helplessly, and sat obediently on the sofa.

"Young lad, are you called Ye Qingdi? When did you get to know our family's congealed oil? Where do you work? How old are you this year? Where did you come from? Are your parents all right? " Mother Yan sat down opposite of Ye Qingdi, constantly looking at him and asking him questions.

"..."

Faced with Mother Yan's barrage of questions, Ye Qingdi was speechless, thinking to himself, "What is the problem with this, why does it feel like a mother-in-law trying to find a son-in-law?"

Yan Ningzhi was a little anxious as she said in a displeased tone, "Mom, are you trying to interrogate a criminal? A lot of questions! Emperor Qing had just entered True Martial University, and the school had only started a few days ago … We've only known each other for a short while, and we're just ordinary friends … "

Almost every citizen of the federation knew where the students would graduate from. Basically, they would be able to find a good job, so when Mother Yan heard it, her eyes lit up again. She smiled and said, "The number one student in the True Martial University? I was wondering why he looked so young... Well, it doesn't matter if I'm younger. I'm two years older than your father. Lipid, you have good eyes …. Hmm... That's right... "Not bad at all..."

Yan Ningzhi knew that her mother had misunderstood, and the red cloud that had just faded flew up to her face again. She frowned and said, "Mom, I can't cook today. I'll have to trouble you." "Make a few more dishes …"

"You don't need to say that? With guests coming, the food was definitely more plentiful! Hehe, Mom's culinary skills are not any worse than yours! "Alright, you guys talk. Mom will go cook!" Mother Yan let Yan Ningzhi and her daughter accompany Ye Qingdi as she walked happily into the kitchen.

Ye Qingdi and Yan Ningzhi's eyes met. They both felt a little awkward and immediately looked away.

The three of them chatted without a word. Very quickly, Mother Yan finished her work in the kitchen and carried the four dishes and one soup to the tea table in the sofa.

Although the food made by Mother Yan couldn't be compared with the chefs in the great hotels, it was colourful, fragrant, and delicious. As Ye Qingdi and his family ate together, he felt an especially warm feeling in his heart.

While he was eating, his mother could also tell that he was enjoying the dish. Her face lit up with happiness as she continued to scoop dishes into his bowl. Ye Qingdi had given her face and she had not rejected any of the dishes.

Yan Ningzhi looked at the intimate expressions of her mother and Ye Qingdi, just like a 'mother and son'. She lightly smiled, as if she had forgotten the pain of her bare feet.

The small living room was filled with happiness. Although the people sitting together were not a family, they seemed to be more like one family.

When Ye Qingdi left Yan Ningzhi's house, it was already very late. He knew that Tong Yan would rest early every night, so he went back to the courtyard with light movements. He gently opened the gate and closed it.