After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 93 - "Well, Young Master He Seems Like a Fine Choice"

The cold wind howled, snow falling gently to the ground.

Standing alone on the stage, He Ange scanned the crowd. He waited for a long time, but no one dared to step forward and challenge him.

Even Li Zijing was still unconscious, kneeling on the ground. Who would dare provoke the An family now?

Despite his seemingly low cultivation level, He Ange’s demeanor carried an undeniable edge. His coldness was different from An Luo Yi’s—it was softer, but that didn’t make him any less intimidating.

Seeing no challengers, He Ange exhaled and recalled his Silver Phoenix Sword with a flick of his hand.

“Seems like no one’s in the mood for sparring anymore. I’ll just head home with my senior sister,” he said, casting a cheeky smile toward the City Lord.

The City Lord clenched his fists, his eyes burning with anger.

An Luo Yi had already humiliated his son by defeating him so thoroughly, leaving no face for the Li family.

And now, even after the City Lord’s public outburst, no one dared to speak against the An family?

Letting He Ange leave like this would only solidify the notion that the An family was untouchable.

Worse, it would imply that the City Lord’s authority meant nothing in the face of An Luo Yi and that insolent boy.

“Damn it... What are you all standing around for? Hurry up and carry my son back for treatment!” he barked.

“Yes, my lord!” his subordinates stammered, rushing to assist.

The City Lord sat back in his chair, propping his chin on his hand as he turned his gaze toward the Liu family patriarch.

The elder of the Liu family, noticing the City Lord’s glare, merely closed his eyes and said nothing.

“Who is that boy? How did he win over the Liu family’s young lady and even earn the respect of the entire Liu household?” the City Lord muttered to himself.

The Li and Liu families had always been on good terms. The City Lord had assumed that his earlier outburst would prompt the Liu family to send someone to challenge He Ange.

But instead, Liu Moqing had publicly defended An Luo Yi, and the Liu patriarch showed no interest in provoking He Ange.

It was baffling.

“This won’t do... I can’t let this slide. An Luo Yi is the ‘Destined Heroine,’ so I’ll let her be. But that brat? Who does he think he is, daring to show such insolence to me?”

The City Lord slammed his armrest and summoned a few of his subordinates.

“Tonight, go and capture that brat for me. Bring him straight to the dungeon—I’ll interrogate him personally!”

“Yes, my lord.”

Two uniformed subordinates bowed and left.

But before they could go far, the City Lord called them back.

“Wait. What are your cultivation levels?”

“Mid-stage Core Formation for me, and early-stage Core Formation for him... While we may not be a match for Fairy Luo Yi, capturing a Foundation Establishment boy should be easy enough,” one of them replied, puzzled.

“Don’t be so sure. A boy favored by the An family’s young lady is unlikely to be ordinary,” the City Lord said, stroking his beard.

He then summoned another subordinate, this one clad in black and masked, his cultivation also at mid-stage Core Formation.

“To be safe, the three of you will go together. Assess the situation and act accordingly. I want that brat in the dungeon by morning!”

“And remember—do not alert the An family’s guards, and under no circumstances should you provoke the ‘Destined Heroine.’”

“Understood!”

“Understood!”

“Understood!”

…

Back at the An residence, An Luo Yi couldn’t calm her racing heart.

The scenes of He Ange stepping forward to defend her replayed in her mind like a looping video.

Today’s sparring match had seen He Ange save her twice. Such a thing was unimaginable in the past!

She couldn’t help but notice how much more attentive He Ange had become toward her lately.

It wasn’t that he had been indifferent before... But in the past, He Ange had been more reserved. Even when invited to family gatherings, he often declined, preferring to stay behind.

Now, however, He Ange was proactive in expressing his feelings. He openly showed his care and concern for her, leaving no room for doubt.

His sudden warmth felt almost jarring to An Luo Yi.

She had always liked He Ange, but she had her own plans for their relationship. She intended to wait until he became a direct disciple before officially confirming their bond. Based on his cultivation progress, she had given him at least two years to achieve this.

But He Ange’s recent behavior had completely disrupted her plans. Every day, he exceeded her expectations, making her think of him constantly.

This was, of course, a good thing.

But the rapid development of her feelings left An Luo Yi flustered. She wasn’t mentally prepared for this. With He Ange being so gentle and attentive, she felt as though he might confess his love at any moment—and she wasn’t sure she could stick to her original plan.

She had given him over a year to prove himself, yet he seemed on track to win her over in just two months. Was she, the “Destined Heroine,” really so easy to conquer?

And yet...

Sometimes, she found herself wishing he would confess immediately.

An Luo Yi was still a woman, with a heart full of romantic dreams. Who wouldn’t want to embrace love as soon as possible?

He Ange’s actions made her heart ache with longing.

He treated her so well, protected her from harm, and even defended her reputation when she was doubted. An Luo Yi saw and remembered every one of his actions.

There were countless moments when she had been deeply moved, her heart warmed by his kindness. She felt that if He Ange confessed to her in those moments, she would have said yes without hesitation.

And that was the problem.

He Ange had already maxed out her affection for him, yet he continued to build on it without taking the next step.

This was the real reason for An Luo Yi’s frustration.

He clearly liked her, and she liked him. Yet he refused to take their relationship to the next level. He continued to call her “Senior Sister,” maintaining a dynamic that was more than just comradeship but less than a romantic partnership.

Every time An Luo Yi felt ready to take the leap, He Ange held back, remaining her dutiful junior.

It was driving her crazy.

Once, she might have hesitated to accept his confession, still clinging to her plan to wait until he became a direct disciple.

But twice, three times, four times, five times, six times...

Why was he always “almost there” but never crossing the line?

An Luo Yi was growing impatient.

If he liked her, why couldn’t he just say it?

Was he really waiting until he became a direct disciple, thinking she was so cold and unfeeling that she would reject him otherwise?

Or was he insecure, believing she looked down on him and didn’t dare confess?

As the carriage carried them home, An Luo Yi’s thoughts spiraled.

Her heart was restless, especially after He Ange’s perfect display of “boyfriend energy” during the sparring match. She had been moved more than once.

She had thought that on the way home, He Ange might seize the moment to confess his feelings. After all, a man who had just impressed the woman he liked would surely be brimming with confidence.

But to her disappointment...

Even as her excitement faded, He Ange said nothing about their relationship. Instead, he asked her, in all seriousness, if she wanted candied hawthorn, offering to buy some for her.

Once again, he was trying to make her happy in his own way.

He Ange had always been like this.

An Luo Yi felt as though he was giving her a heart condition. She was already deeply in love with him. She didn’t need him to keep earning her affection—she just wanted to hear him say, “I like you.”

But he wouldn’t say it.

Not once, in all the years they had known each other, had He Ange ever said those words to her.

Finally, the carriage arrived at the An residence.

An Luo Yi had been thinking the entire ride. She couldn’t hold back any longer.

She decided that once they were home, she would call He Ange to her room. She would push him to the edge, reward him lavishly, and make him unable to resist confessing his love for her.

“He Ange, come to my room later. I have something important to—”

Before she could finish, an old steward approached, handing He Ange an ornate invitation.

“Young Master He, this is an invitation from the Liu family patriarch. He wishes for you to visit their residence this afternoon.”

“Oh, alright...”

He Ange accepted the letter, glancing awkwardly at the silver-haired fairy whose words had been interrupted.

An Luo Yi’s heart sank.

She had finally mustered the courage to invite him to her room, only for the moment to be ruined by the Liu family’s invitation.

“Senior Sister, should I... decline the invitation?” He Ange asked hesitantly, noticing her disappointed expression.

An Luo Yi sighed, cupping his face in her hands and squeezing it gently in frustration. She couldn’t understand why he was always so patient with her. Didn’t he have any desires of his own? Didn’t he want to claim her for himself?

Looking at him, her lips quivered with a mix of annoyance and affection.

“Go ahead... But come home early tonight. I want to sleep with you.”

“Really?!” His face lit up with excitement.

But his reaction only made An Luo Yi’s heart ache more. Her affection for him reached its peak once again.

See? He Ange clearly liked her. The way his eyes sparkled at the thought of sharing a bed with her said it all.

He liked her, but he refused to take the next step.

“You performed so well today. Why wouldn’t I want to sleep with you? Or... do you want a different kind of reward?” An Luo Yi teased, her voice sultry as she tried to provoke him.

He Ange hesitated before replying earnestly.

“Senior Sister, you don’t need to use your body as a reward. I didn’t do all that at the banquet for selfish reasons. The An family raised me, and helping you is my duty.”

“I! I...”

An Luo Yi was so frustrated she couldn’t speak. She puffed out her cheeks, taking several deep breaths to calm herself.

Then, she leaned forward and kissed him.

When she finally pulled away, her cheeks were flushed, and a thin string of saliva still connected their lips. Leaning close to his ear, she whispered fiercely.

“This isn’t a reward. I just want to sleep with you. That’s what I want.”

“Tonight, I’m going to hold you while I sleep. Is that so wrong?!”

Her voice trembled with urgency, her frustration evident. She wanted nothing more than to drag He Ange to her bed and make him hers, to see if he was truly reserved or just pretending to be innocent to tease her.

“Of course, Senior Sister!”

“I’m yours. If you want me, I won’t refuse.”

He Ange sat upright, his demeanor obedient and endearing, like a loyal puppy.

He had said something similar to Feng Yuan back in the abyss, hadn’t he?

…

Liu Residence, Mansion.

In the opulent hall, Liu Moqing stood by a long table, watching her father, Liu Nansheng, practice calligraphy.

The Liu family, known for its scholarly heritage, was strict in its upbringing. Liu Moqing had been raised to be well-versed in literature, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

After being discovered to have a high-grade spiritual vein, she had been groomed for the immortal path, carrying the hopes of her elders.

Now, as a cripple, Liu Nansheng’s mood was understandably somber.

“Is it true, Moqing? That your path as a cultivator is over?” he asked.

“The healers confirmed it, Father. It’s my fault for being useless, wasting the family’s years of effort,” she replied, bowing her head.

“It’s fine. If you can’t cultivate, then don’t.”

Liu Nansheng sighed, shaking his head. “Your siblings hold positions across the Dragon Dynasty. Our family doesn’t lack for immortal attendants. You don’t need to blame yourself.”

His understanding surprised Liu Moqing.

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She had expected her strict father to berate her for her failure.

“By the way, what’s your relationship with that Young Master He from the An family? Is he really as capable as you say, helping you run a fabric business in Yong’an City?”

At the mention of He Ange, Liu Moqing’s face lit up with enthusiasm.

“If you don’t believe me, Father, just look at this immortal dress. It’s one of Young Master He’s designs!”

She retrieved a pristine white dress from her storage pouch and handed it to him.

Liu Nansheng examined it closely, marveling at the fabric, design, and intricate layers.

“This material... this craftsmanship... And what’s this? Inner and outer layering?”

As the owner of the largest fabric business in the region, Liu Nansheng had a keen eye for quality.

No matter how he looked at it, the dress was a masterpiece. The fabric was innovative, the design flawless, and the craftsmanship exquisite.

After a long while, Liu Nansheng, clearly enamored, slipped the dress into his storage pouch.

“Father, that’s mine! Young Master He made it for me!” Liu Moqing protested, her voice tinged with disappointment.

The dress was a one-of-a-kind piece, far superior to the mass-produced designs. She hadn’t even worn it yet.

But Liu Nansheng seemed to have taken a liking to it, planning to keep it for himself. What kind of father steals his daughter’s dress?

Cough—

Clearing his throat awkwardly, Liu Nansheng returned the dress to his sulking daughter. He composed himself before asking.

“Moqing, you’re not young anymore. Do you have someone you fancy?”

“Father, why are you asking this all of a sudden?”

“I just think... that Young Master He seems like a fine choice.”

“?”

TLN : HAHAHAHHAHA WHAT THE HELL WITH Moqing’s father hahaha