The Happy Farmer Wanderer-Chapter 890: You Must Take Responsibility for Kissing My Husband!

Chapter 890: Chapter 890: You Must Take Responsibility for Kissing My Husband!

"Young man, stop calling me ’little old man.’ I have a name." The little old man muttered somewhat speechlessly, "My surname is Wu, given name Shan, styled the Potato Immortal. All my life I’ve adored the arts and calligraphy, yet alas, fortune did not favor me, and I achieved nothing at all."

"I’m now willing to believe what you said. In the Ninth Bureau, there probably aren’t many people who would dare to talk to the director like that."

When Li Qing was on the phone just now, Wu Shan had a look of utter stupor.

Although Li Qing’s conversation with Dian Chunqiu consisted of only a few words, the amount of information revealed was far from trivial.

A person who dares to joke and spar verbally with the director seems to have a not-so-weak sect, and it seems there’s also a very powerful woman by his side.

That background, Wu Shan felt even if he wasn’t marked by this damn Black Arrow, he definitely couldn’t afford to provoke it.

"If you have this realization, it makes things a bit easier for all of us," Li Qing said with a strange look at Wu Shan. "However, I’m quite curious about how you got this ’Potato’ character?"

"In my childhood we were poor, and I loved the literary arts, but we had no money, so I stole and sold potatoes to get by," Wu Shan shrugged, his expression as if he was constipated as he grumbled, "Later, when the storage cellar at home was almost emptied, my father caught me and I got a fierce beating. That’s when I gave myself this ’Potato’ character."

"The humble potato fulfills my passions, boosts my interests, and even when I’m starving, it fills my belly—in my eyes, the potato is an Immortal. The heavens may be blind but the potato opened my eyes. However, this was only my thinking at the time, I later realized... The potatoes that fulfill my passions, boost my interests, and fill my belly were all because of my parents’ good planting."

This was actually a sad story, but Li Qing really couldn’t help wanting to laugh as he listened.

Meanwhile, Zi Ling was already bent over with laughter at the side.

Her giggling, like the ringing of silver bells, just couldn’t stop.

Wu Shan seemed to be already accustomed to Zi Ling’s reaction, very calmly he said to Li Qing, "People like me are the world’s biggest failures. I can’t do anything right, yet I still have a heart of sympathy for the world. It’s truly superfluous!"

"When I was younger, I wanted to feed this excess conscience to the dogs, but now at this age, I still can’t do it."

His words were so heartfelt they did touch Li Qing deeply, but he still didn’t move the Black Arrow away from Wu Shan’s forehead.

One can know a person’s face but not their heart, and an excellent Hunter is also definitely an excellent actor.

So, Li Qing had to stay on guard against this.

"We’re almost there, the Hundred Trees Spirit Spring is just under that big banyan tree," Wu Shan pointed ahead and said.

Suddenly, a long rainbow streaked across the sky, bent down among the treetops, and suddenly pounced on Li Qing like a bolt of thunder.

Li Qing was startled and was about to summon the Black Arrow, when suddenly a soft, slightly cool pair of lips blocked his mouth.

He froze, instinctively sticking out his tongue.

But before it could touch, the tender lips disappeared from him in an instant.

Right after, the enchanting face of Huan Ling Ji appeared before his eyes, "Little brother, did you miss sister?"

Her sultry voice, like a caress that made one’s bones itch, immediately sent a heat wave surging through Li Qing, causing his blood to rush to his head.

This vixen.

Li Qing silently criticized in his mind, stealthily licking his lips—they were natural flavored, somewhat sweet.

Huan Ling Ji gazed at Li Qing with a sultry, fiery look and suddenly giggled, "Little brother, what are you doing?"

"You scared me, what else could I be doing?" Li Qing said annoyedly, "But, your speed is really fast."

Huan Ling Ji lightly lifted her hand, and a Crimson Sword appeared beside her, "Come meet sister’s mount, Xiao Red."

"It is quite red," Li Qing nodded and commented.

Huan Ling Ji had a particular fondness for red. It was one thing to wear red, but even her sword was a shade of red that was somewhat glaring.

Next to Li Qing, Zi Ling pouted her lips, gazing at Huan Ling Ji with a melancholic look and hummed lightly.

Just at that moment, without any warning, a figure in a long white dress, as ethereal as an immortal, suddenly appeared beside Huan Ling Ji.

Upon seeing the figure, Zi Ling immediately pounced, "Sister Yan, this woman just kissed my husband!"

This newcomer was none other than Jing Yan.

After hanging up the phone with Dian Chunqiu, Li Qing quietly sent Jing Yan a message.

To be on the safe side, he wanted Jing Yan to come and hold down the fort.

If he had misjudged and Wu Shan, that cunning old man, had any tricks up his sleeve, it would be troublesome.

Jing Yan turned her head to look at Huan Ling Ji, "Your Bewitching Technique has indeed reached the level of returning to innocence. So, do you truly wish to become my husband’s concubine, or do you have an ulterior motive?"

"Please don’t misunderstand, elder. I just found Qingzi very cute and couldn’t help myself," Huan Ling Ji, meeting Jing Yan’s gaze, was somewhat intimidated. Even her flirtatious demeanor instantly sobered up a bit, gaining a touch of a well-behaved married woman.

"Cute? My husband shouldn’t be described with such words," Jing Yan shook her head.

"Very manly!" Huan Ling Ji quickly corrected herself.

"Let’s find a time for the nuptial chamber then. Although I’m not the main wife, my husband has always treated me with respect, and the elder sister at home is also courteous to me. I am still able to make decisions on these matters," Jing Yan said indifferently.

Huan Ling Ji was stunned, her eyes almost losing focus.

She had only wanted to tease Li Qing, but how had it turned into... really getting involved with her?

"Sister Yan, how can you allow this woman to enter our home? She’s the reincarnation of Su Daji. Aren’t you worried that Qingzi will be completely smitten by her and neglect you?" Zi Ling shouted unwillingly.

She had come to tattle, but this was not the outcome she wanted.

"Zi Ling, my husband will definitely not always favor meat, nor will he stick to vegetarian all the time," Jing Yan said with a light smile. "Mixing things up occasionally, I think, is quite good. As concubines, we must not only think of ourselves; we need to consider more for our husband."

"But I feel that our family is already lively enough," Zi Ling said, gritting her molars.

"Then a little more liveliness wouldn’t hurt," Jing Yan’s gentle gaze turned to Li Qing, "Husband, would this arrangement be alright with you?"

"Ah... this, this, why don’t we focus on the main matter at hand first," Li Qing was a bit flustered.

Jing Yan’s move had caught him quite off guard.

"That’s fine, but we can set this matter aside for the moment," Jing Yan said with a gentle smile. "It will also give Huan Ling Ji some time to prepare."

"Elder, I think you might have really misunderstood me; I didn’t mean that," Huan Ling Ji said, somewhat at a loss for words.

Jing Yan looked at Huan Ling Ji with a light in her eyes and spoke softly, "Kissing my husband means you have to take responsibility."

Although her voice was light, to everyone present, each word weighed a ton and felt as heavy as a mountain.

"This..." Huan Ling Ji’s face fell, and she looked at Li Qing with a pitiful and pleading gaze.

Li Qing couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth slightly and chuckled, "Yan’er, let it be, she’s just joking."

"Husband, a woman must not be indulged. Just listen to your concubine on this matter," Jing Yan said.