The King of Xiuxianjuan returns to modern times and becomes a landlord

Xie Hui tiptoed up behind He Qingming, bowing his head respectfully, a hint of caution in his voice. "Master, what do you want to talk to me about?" He Qingming didn't turn around, but simply asked, "How's the progress on the information I asked you to look up?" His voice echoed in the empty room, remarkably calm and profound. Xie Hui knew that although He Qingming appeared calm on the surface, the importance he attached to this information was definitely no less than any life-or-death battle.

He Qingming's thoughts drifted back to the moment Ying Ni's spirit returned to her body. It was then that he sensed her presence. After she'd left without saying goodbye, when he found her again, he discovered she had entered the Well of Samsara. Thousands of years had passed, and he could have left this realm, but he didn't. He traveled the human world, searching for her. Due to the limitations of the laws, he couldn't participate in the battle against the extraterritorial demons, and he knew nothing of Ying Ni's experiences during that time. He knew only that she had appeared in a general location, but that wasn't enough. He Qingming's heart was filled with longing for Ying Ni and anxiety about the unknown. He longed to find her, understand her story, and protect her from any harm.

Xie Hui pulled a stack of papers from his pocket, densely packed with names and related information. He handed the information to He Qingming, but He Qingming didn't take it. Instead, he gently pointed at the table and said, "Put it there." Xie Hui followed his instructions and placed the list on the smooth surface, the papers making a slight sound as they touched the surface. He Qingming's eyes swept over the papers, a sharp glint in them, as if he could see through the paper and discern the story behind each name.

"I have a feeling she's in the bar. Go check it out." He Qingming's voice was filled with undeniable determination. Xie Hui nodded and turned to leave. His footsteps faded away in the corridor, leaving He Qingming alone. He stared deeply into the night outside the window, as if he could see the figure he had been searching for through the endless darkness. He Qingming's heart was filled with anticipation and anxiety. He hoped his intuition was correct, but he was also afraid of losing track of Ying Ni again.

Under the soft lighting, Ying Ni was enjoying a rare moment of tranquility in her booth. She sat on a soft cushion, gently swaying a perfectly prepared cocktail, surrounded by soft music and the whispers of friends. However, this tranquility was soon shattered by an uninvited guest.

A fashionably dressed young lady, with a haughty gaze, as if the entire world owed her an explanation, strode confidently towards Ying Ni's booth. Her superior demeanor seemed to declare her presence a gift. Her attire was opulent, her makeup exquisite, and every detail betrayed her confidence in her status and her disdain for those around her.

"Hey, I need a booth. Please give up my seat." The young lady's voice was sharp and arrogant, disrupting the harmony around them. Ying Ni frowned slightly, but she ignored the young lady's unreasonable request and simply waved her hand, calling for the waiter. Her eyes revealed a hint of displeasure, but she still maintained an elegant demeanor.

The waiter came over politely, and Ying Ying calmly explained the situation to him. The waiter nodded and turned to the young lady to explain, "I'm sorry, ma'am, the booth is full. You can choose another seat." His tone was full of professional courtesy, but the young lady was clearly not impressed.

However, the young lady wasn't about to give up. She was relentless and even started pushing the waiter, yelling, "Do you know who I am? I'm your relative, the owner of this bar, just wait!" Her voice grew louder and louder, attracting the attention of those around her and causing a chaotic scene.

The other waiters, seeing this, cast worried glances. They quietly called for the manager. The manager, upon his arrival, felt a wave of headache. He had just dealt with a drunken disturbance, and now he hadn't expected this. He sighed, thinking it had been a rough day, one trouble after another. His brow furrowed. Faced with the young lady's unreasonable behavior, he had to find a solution quickly.

The whole scene looked particularly dramatic under the lights of the bar. Ying Li maintained her elegance, while the young lady's unreasonable behavior and the manager's helplessness formed a sharp contrast. The other guests in the bar began to whisper, and some even took out their phones to start filming the scene, making the situation even more complicated.

Under the soft glow of the bar's lights, the manager stood calmly at the bar. His gaze was firm and calm, as if he could penetrate the clamor and get to the heart of things. His voice was remarkably clear amid the din, without the slightest fluctuation. He said calmly, "Miss, our boss is a man of integrity. He doesn't have any relatives, so please take a seat elsewhere." His attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, simply a calm statement of fact.

The young lady stood there, her face etched with disbelief and anger. She retorted without hesitation, "How is that possible? Isn't the father-in-law of my aunt's youngest son the owner of this place?" Her voice echoed through the bar, drawing the attention of those around her. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number. The voice on the other end rang out, and the manager recognized the person on the other end.

The manager took the call and briefly explained the situation. His words exuded an undeniable authority, as if telling the other party that this was not a place for unbridled behavior. The voice on the other end suddenly grew awkward. Apparently, the young lady's so-called relative of the boss was actually just a small shareholder, without any decision-making power.

A moment later, the minority shareholder hurried over, a look of apology and embarrassment on his face. He whispered a few words to the manager, then turned to the young lady and led her out of the bar. The entire situation was resolved quickly and calmly under the manager's control, as if nothing had happened. The bar's rhythm remained the same, the lights were still soft, and the music was still melodious.

In a corner of the bar, Ying Ni sat in a comfortable booth, her demeanor remarkably calm. Through the haze of smoke, she took in everything around her, as if enjoying a silent drama. From time to time, her hand reached for the small plate on the table, gracefully picking up a few sunflower seeds or a small piece of fruit, chewing slowly, as if savoring every detail of life. She seemed completely immersed in her own world, oblivious to the surrounding hustle and bustle, simply quietly enjoying her own quiet.

The bar manager busied himself with various matters. Finally, after weaving through the crowd, he approached Ying Ni and handed her a carefully prepared apology. Ying Ni smiled faintly, saying nothing more. She knew that arguing would only lower her status. She accepted the apology, nodded politely, and continued to observe. Her eyes revealed a tolerance and understanding, as if telling everyone that she preferred to face life's disappointments with a peaceful mind.