Why Are All the Fairies Trying To Make Me Fall

Chapter 47

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A major upheaval can change a person in many ways. Lin Que was like this, and Jiang Moqing was no exception.

Since she went missing during a mission and was rescued by Lin Que, this once icy Senior Sister had changed a lot, gradually showing a bit of human warmth.

Jiang Moqing confessed to Lin Que that her real name was not Wang Moqing, but Jiang Moqing, the only surviving member of the Jiang family.

Years ago, the Jiang family was wiped out, with no survivors except her. She was ultimately saved by her master, An Xiaoyao, but had to live under an assumed name.

Over the years, An Xiaoyao tried to persuade her to let go, but there was always a burning anger in Jiang Moqing’s heart that could not be extinguished.

She wanted revenge, even if it meant risking her life.

The mission assigned by the elders was to investigate whether her enemies were colluding with evil cultivators. Some of them knew Jiang Moqing’s true identity.

It was clearly a trap targeting her, but Jiang Moqing had to go. Otherwise, she would no longer be Jiang Moqing.

The result was… the investigation was exposed, and she was hunted by her enemies. After several days of fierce fighting, Jiang Moqing, exhausted, preferred to die rather than be captured. She planned to self-destruct her golden core and perish with them.

But at that moment, Lin Que descended like a divine soldier, with an unstoppable momentum. He not only killed the enemies chasing Jiang Moqing but also stormed into their mansion, exacting revenge in the same way.

Only then did the hatred in Jiang Moqing’s heart come to an end.

Due to her injuries, Jiang Moqing needed to recuperate in the cave for several months, during which she could not cultivate, so she had some free time.

She began to experiment with cooking, preparing a table full of dishes before Lin Que returned. Although she didn’t say it outright, she would look at him expectantly, waiting for his feedback on her cooking.

During this time, the thing Jiang Moqing looked forward to the most each day was Lin Que’s return, eating the dishes she had prepared, and shedding his fatigue.

At these moments, her gaze towards Lin Que would soften, and a faint smile would unconsciously appear on her lips.

Naturally, Lin Que couldn’t remain indifferent to this. Every time he returned, he would bring some candied fruits and pastries, worried that Senior Sister would be bored in the cave. He would also buy some small items to decorate her room.

As time went on, the scale grew larger, and the two of them decided to redecorate the cave according to their preferred style. With a fish pond, pavilion, and pleasing greenery, the once cold and lifeless cave gradually became warm and cozy.

It became more like a small home for the two of them.

‘Senior Sister Jiang probably yearns for this kind of simple and happy life too, right?’

Qin Wanyuan watched this scene, feeling a bit sour in her heart.

Even though she knew this was something that had happened in the past, witnessing it with her own eyes was another matter. Watching the relationship between the young Lin Que and Jiang Moqing grow closer day by day, how could she not feel anything at all?

At the same time, she was also a bit emotional. The love between these two ice blocks, from knowing each other to falling in love, took nearly six years.

Lin Que saving Jiang Moqing was merely an opportunity. The real reason they could become Dao companions was the companionship over the years, the mutual support during difficult times, and the gradually warming feelings in the seemingly mundane daily life.

Even during Lin Que’s most down-and-out period, Jiang Moqing did not look down on him but treated him as usual.

And vice versa.

Thus, the cold-eyed, unapproachable boy who first moved into this cave mansion had become the familiar figure Qin Wanyuan knew today.

Scenes flashed before Qin Wanyuan’s eyes, finally freezing at the moonlit pavilion.

Mid-Autumn Festival, flowers in full bloom, and a bright moon.

Jiang Moqing invited Lin Que to enjoy the moon and drink wine.

The two sat in the pavilion, silently facing each other.

After a long time, Lin Que spoke.

“Senior Sister, why have you been avoiding me these past few days?”

Recently, Jiang Moqing often hid in her room. When she occasionally came out, she always held a book in her hands, not letting Lin Que see it, seemingly deliberately avoiding him.

This puzzled Lin Que.

Facing her junior brother’s inquiry, Jiang Moqing merely filled two cups with wine, raised them in front of him, and gestured to clink glasses.

“Drink it, and I’ll tell you,” she said lightly.

Lin Que nodded, clinked glasses, and drank it all in one go, as did Jiang Moqing.

One cup after another, unknowingly, the stars and moon had tilted westward, and the night was deep and quiet.

The boy in the pavilion had a drunken look on his face. He rarely drank, and today was the first time he had drunk so much.

This was the surprise that Jiang Moqing had prepared for him. The cold fairy did not understand the feelings between men and women, nor did the killing star youth, the sword immortal.

But the fairy was willing to buy books for him, to study quietly, just to give him a surprise, to leave him with an impression so deep it could never be erased.

Lin Que was momentarily stunned, but his body instinctively wrapped around the fairy’s slender waist, as if reluctant to part.

A sweet and sticky kiss lingered for a long time.

However,

What they did not know was that outside the pavilion, a woman in a light blue flowing fairy dress was tightly clutching the hem of her skirt, her eyes wide open, her pupils trembling.

Clearly, this was something that had happened in the past. Clearly, it was her desire to understand his history. Clearly, she should have known that the two would develop to such a point…

But why, when the scene replayed, did her heart ache so much?

Qin Wanyuan bit her lip, tightly closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened them again.

She was now just a bystander, and besides, this was merely a past event; she shouldn’t be so agitated.

Endure!

No matter how she felt at this moment, the story continued to unfold.

As their lips parted, both of their eyes held a hint of intoxication. Jiang Moqing, like a cat, supported herself on the table with her hands and knees, the collar of her plain dress slightly open, revealing a deep valley formed by her snow-white curves.

Lin Que stared unblinkingly, and Jiang Moqing noticed this, gently taking his hand and guiding it beneath her, a smile curling at the corners of her mouth.

“Do you want to touch?”