In the Apartment: My Cute Girlfriend

"Who wants to go to Shaolin? It's just a bunch of stinky men." Lu Ziqiao said with disgust, but Chen Meijia rolled her eyes and thought about something.

In the end, everyone chose to disperse and each go to find their own opportunity.

After walking a few steps, Lu Ziqiao was attracted by a beautiful woman in ancient costume passing by. She had delicate skin and a leisurely expression, just like a pool of clear water.

"Hi, beautiful." Lu Ziqiao walked up and greeted her casually.

"Ah, you playboy." The beauty ran away shyly after seeing Lu Ziqiao's actions.

Lu Ziqiao's inner monologue: "Oh my god, a shy beauty, this place is simply heaven."

Just as Lu Ziqiao began to search for prey, Chen Meijia was secretly watching him with ill intentions.

Chen Meijia turned her little head and walked to the Shaolin monk next to the stone tablet.

"Master, are you accepting Shaolin disciples here?" Chen Meijia asked.

"Anita Buddha, female donor, yes, but Shaolin is a secular place and does not accept female disciples." The monk said to Chen Meijia with his hands folded.

"Oh, it's not me, it's..." Chen Meijia was careless at first and then turned into a weak girl in a second: "It's my husband."

"Anita Buddha, then why doesn't he come here by himself?" the monk asked curiously.

"Oh, why bother with so much trouble? Can't you just take him in directly?" Chen Meijia waved her hand.

"No, female donor, there is a destiny for entering Shaolin. If he doesn't come, it means he has no destiny with Shaolin." The monk said seriously.

"Little monk, how can you meet your boss's targets like this?" Chen Meijia looked like she was thinking about you.

"Donor lady, what is a boss and what is an indicator?" The monk asked in confusion.

"The boss is your abbot, and the indicator is how many people you want to recruit." Chen Meijia explained to the little monk.

"Oh, so that's how it is. The abbot observed the sky at night and said that a destined person would come. He asked me to come here to find the destined person to enter the temple, but he didn't force me." The monk explained.

Chen Meijia saw that it was not easy to fool people and immediately pretended to be weak and said, "Master, I actually have something to hide."

The monk thought it was strange that he was acting like a master and then a young monk: "Since you have something to hide, then..."

"But I'll tell you anyway." Chen Meijia's face changed instantly, leaving the monk speechless.

"You say it." The monk put his hands together. This must be a test from the Buddha.

"It's like this. My husband has always admired Shaolin, but he gave up this dream for me. When he went to see a doctor before, he found out that I didn't have long to live." Chen Meijia took out a handkerchief from somewhere and started crying.

"My condolences." The monk expressed deep regret.

"But these are not the main points. The main point is that once I die, my husband will definitely follow me. But in this way, he will leave with regrets. How can I accept this?" Chen Meijia cried.

"Donatee, what do you mean?" the monk asked.

"Yes, I don't want to be a stumbling block to his progress, so I beg the master to accept him." Chen Meijia pretended to kneel.

"Female donor, this is absolutely not allowed." The monk hurriedly tried to stop her, but he did not dare to help as men and women should not touch each other.

"Okay then, I won't kneel." Chen Meijia stood up quickly.

The monk was stunned and said, "Donor lady, your skills are extraordinary."

"Hey, don't worry about these details. Master, can you promise me?" Chen Meijia looked at the monk pitifully.

"Anita Buddha, monks do not tell lies." The monk declined politely.

"But saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda." Chen Meijia reacted very quickly to the act of tricking Lu Ziqiao.

"Amitabha." The monk felt torn.

"How about this, Master, you tell my husband that a beautiful woman has given him a gift, and then let him look at me. When he sees me, he will understand what the gift is. If he agrees, then you can bring him closer to Shaolin." Chen Meijia thought of a way for the monk.

"Amitabha, well done, well done. In that case, I will go and ask." The monk put his hands together.

"That's the one." Chen Meijia pointed at Lu Ziqiao.

So the monk really walked towards Lu Ziqiao.

"Hello, benefactor." The monk greeted Lu Ziqiao.

"I am poor and destitute myself and cannot provide any help. You should ask someone else." Lu Ziqiao thought the monk was begging for alms and quickly refused.

"Anita Buddha, I am not here to beg for alms. I am here to deliver a message to a female donor." The monk put his hands together. The Buddha's test was really difficult.

"Female donor? Is she pretty? Is she beautiful? Does she have a good figure?" Lu Ziqiao asked subconsciously.

The monk was stunned for a moment and pointed at Chen Meijia in the distance: "That's the female donor."

Chen Meijia greeted the monk, but when Lu Ziqiao turned around to look at her, she hid behind the stone tablet. Coincidentally, there was a beautiful woman next to the stone tablet, and when Lu Ziqiao looked over, the beautiful woman smiled politely.

Lu Ziqiao instantly perked up.

Lu Ziqiao's inner monologue: "As expected of the ancient times, even dates still require someone to pass on messages. But my charm is truly universal."

"Location? Time? Hurry up." Lu Ziqiao urged anxiously.

"Ah?" The monk was puzzled, but he was sure that this person must be the husband of the female donor from before. He was also talking incoherently and saying things that people could not understand.

Lu Ziqiao then remembered that women in ancient times would be more tactful, so he immediately said seriously, "I mean, she wants to tell me something."

"The female donor said she wanted to give you a gift, and you knew what this gift was." The monk directly conveyed the original words.

Lu Ziqiao's inner monologue: "Gift? Why give a gift? Ah! I get it, a token of love."

"It's too fast." Lu Ziqiao was embarrassed at first, then said lustfully, "I understand. Give it to me."

"Donor, are you sure you want to accept this gift?" the monk couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, who else but me?" Lu Ziqiao said seriously.

"I understand." The monk couldn't help but sigh. The wife gave up the days she spent with her husband before her death for the sake of her husband's ideals, and the husband understood his wife's thoughts and chose to fulfill her wish. What a loving couple they are.

"Anita Buddha, how enviable!" the monk sighed.

"Little monk, if you are envious, you can return to secular life." Lu Ziqiao said indifferently.

Well, this name is another reason to confirm that this couple is a couple.

"In that case, I will take you to Shaolin." The monk made the decision.

"Okay, go to Shaolin... go to Shaolin?" Lu Ziqiao was so surprised that he almost jumped up.

What's going on? Isn't this a token of love? How did it become a trip to Shaolin?