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

When Ying Ni heard He Qingming's unexpectedly gentle tone, a look of disbelief and astonishment suddenly crossed her previously calm face. The sudden onslaught of tea she had just taken choked her, causing her to cough violently and look somewhat utterly awful. Upon seeing this, He Qingming immediately cast aside all previous emotions, quickly walked over to Ying Ni's side, and gently patted her back, trying to ease her discomfort. His every movement was filled with concern and tenderness, as if silently telling Ying Ni that no matter what happened in the future, he would stand by her side and support her unwaveringly.

He Qingming, the deity renowned for his coldness and ruthlessness within the divine realm, now displayed an incredibly gentle side. The four spectators present were all stunned by this scene, especially Bai Fan, whose jaw nearly dropped to the ground. What they saw was no longer the cold and ruthless He Qingming known in the divine realm, but a deity whose gentleness revealed infinite tenderness, his eyes filled with deep affection and concern for the person before him.

As the one who knew He Qingming best among the four present, Bai Fan was well aware of the God of Karma's usual coldness and ruthlessness. At banquets in the Heavenly Court, He Qingming always stood aloof and proud, no one daring to approach within five feet of him. He remembered one year at a banquet, dressed in red, his presence should have been fiery, but instead, he felt a chill. An unsuspecting fairy summoned the courage to confess her love to him, but he only posed a few questions. With each question, the air around them seemed to freeze. Since then, the entire Three Realms have known that beneath He Qingming's face, which evoked a mixture of love and hate, lies a sharp tongue. However, today, Bai Fan saw a new He Qingming, a deity softened and warmed by love.

Yet, at that moment, Bai Fan felt as if his eyes had deceived him. He could not connect the tender, almost water-like He Qingming before him with the arrogant, cold deity. He even saw a pug in He Qingming. Though he felt a little uneasy, he ultimately felt relieved. He saw a He Qingming who softened in the face of love, willing to let go of all his pride and indifference. A He Qingming he had never seen before.

He had been worried about Ying Ni being injured at the hands of this ruthless deity, but now he realized that between them, Ying Ni always held the dominant position. Meanwhile, Di Xin, Xie Hui, and another of He Qingming's subordinates felt their worldviews completely overturned. The deity, so cold and aloof just moments ago, now seemed to have stepped down from the altar, embracing the worldly air of the human world. They no longer saw a distant deity, but a mortal with flesh and blood, a sense of righteousness and affection.

The four people looked at each other, their eyes filled with disbelief and shock. They had never witnessed He Qingming display such a gentle side, nor had they imagined that this almighty deity could be so down-to-earth. In this moment, it was as if they had witnessed the miracle of the divine realm firsthand, giving them a new understanding and appreciation for He Qingming. They began to deeply realize that even gods have other sides they don't know, emotions and stories of their own, stories filled with joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, just like mortals.

Ying Ni took the water handed to her by He Qingming and took a sip gently, trying to relieve the discomfort caused by her cough. However, a slight wheezing sound came from her ear, which made her suddenly realize that the posture between them seemed a little too intimate. She whispered to He Qingming: "He Qingming, please stay away from me and go back to your own seat." However, He Qingming did not seem to listen to her request. Instead, he moved a little closer, and his head even rested on Ying Ni's shoulder. Before Ying Ni could react, she turned her head and tried to push He Qingming's head away, but unexpectedly met four pairs of eyes full of gossip, which made her feel embarrassed and helpless.

"Do you think this scene is good?" Ying Ni asked the four people softly, a hint of teasing in her voice. They suddenly felt a chill creeping against their skin, and they read the threat in Ying Ni's eyes. As Ying Ni finished speaking, He Qingming turned his head, a smile on his face, as he looked at the four people who were like spectators, as if enjoying the awkwardness and amusement of the moment.

"Well, my agent just told me someone wants me to write a song, so I won't bother you guys anymore." Bai Fan was the first to react, immediately finding an excuse to leave, his steps seeming a bit hurried. "Well, me too, my agent said there's an announcement for me, so I have to go check it out first." Di Xin followed suit, finding an excuse to quickly leave, his expression seeming to reveal a hint of relief. "Well, Mr. He, let's go back to the company first." Seeing that the other two had already left, Xie Hui pulled his colleague out of the room together. Their pace seemed a bit hurried, as if they were being pursued.

"Please tell me why you came to see me." Ying Ni sat on the sofa, the afterglow of the setting sun filtering through the half-drawn curtains, casting a shadow on her stern face. Her eyes flickered with a complex mix of emotions: anger, disappointment, and a barely perceptible hint of vulnerability. Her voice was deep and powerful, each word coming from the depths of her heart, tinged with suppressed rage.

He Qingming lifted his head from Ying Li's shoulder and stood up, a subtle trace of pain in his eyes. He adjusted his shirt, trying to mask his inner turmoil with this simple gesture. Ying Li's fists clenched so tightly that her nails nearly pierced her skin, but she forced herself to remain calm. She knew that taking action now would only make her more vulnerable. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself.

He Qingming's gaze drifted over Ying Meng, and he could sense her inner struggle. An inexplicable pain welled up in his heart; it was all the result of his sudden departure. He tried to break the heavy atmosphere with a lighthearted tone, but his voice trembled slightly.

"Reason? Youyou, I have no intentions towards you." He Qingming's voice echoed in the empty room, every word sounding like his true feelings. He looked at Ying Ni, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, a mixture of regret for past mistakes and helplessness at the irreversible situation.