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

He Qingming suddenly released his grip on Ying Ni. He straightened his body and began to slowly unbutton his Tang suit. With each button, his muscular chest and eight clearly visible abdominal muscles gradually revealed themselves to Ying Ni. The air in the room seemed to grow heavy with this movement, and Ying Ni's gaze was involuntarily drawn there. However, she quickly recovered and immediately covered her eyes with her hands. With a trembling voice, she asked, "What are you doing?" trying to conceal her inner panic and uneasiness.

"You should be very clear about what I want. If you disagree, I don't mind taking necessary measures." He Qingming said as he casually threw his clothes to the ground. Then he leaned over and whispered in Ying Meng's ear. His voice was low and full of temptation, and every word seemed to leave an invisible mark in the air, making it irresistible.

Ying Ni placed her hands on He Qingming's chest, trying to prevent him from getting any closer. Her eyes met his deep, piercing gaze for a long moment. Finally, Ying Ni tilted her head to the side and said in a weak, yet helpless, voice, "There's another guest room next door." She seemed to have accepted this unchangeable reality.

After hearing Ying Ni's answer, He Qingming stood up, calmly bent down to pick up the clothes on the floor, and then left the room. Every movement he made seemed so calm, as if everything was under his control. Ying Ni watched He Qingming leave the room, and only sat up when she heard the door close in the next room. She got up and went to take a shower. The sound of the rushing water seemed to wash away all her anxiety and fear.

After her bath, Ying Ni climbed onto her bed and curled up, letting her tears fall silently, the pillow silently absorbing every drop. The room was completely silent, broken only by her soft sobs and the occasional rustle of wind outside the window. In this quiet night, her heart seemed to sink, along with her tears, into a boundless darkness.

That night, Ying Ni's sleep was far from peaceful. In her dreams, the scene from ten thousand years ago replayed itself over and over, as if haunting her like a shadow. She would forever remember that night of rebirth and destruction. She had prepared for countless days and nights, just to revive her companion spirit herb. However, at the last moment, just as hope was within reach, He Qingming suddenly intervened to stop her. In that moment, all her efforts were shattered, and her companion spirit herb was reduced to ashes before her eyes.

"Lingqiao, no, don't..." Ying Ying whispered unconsciously in her dream, her body shaking involuntarily, as if she were experiencing that heartbreaking moment again. Her voice echoed in the silent night sky, carrying endless sorrow and despair.

In the next room, He Qingming sat alone on the balcony, a glass of red wine in hand. His gaze pierced the night, gazing at the blurred skyline in the distance. Suddenly, the glass in his hand slipped and fell to the ground. The sound of shattering glass was particularly harsh in the night.

He stared blankly at the shards of the wine glass at his feet. For a moment, it felt as if the entire world had stopped. The causal lines on his body shifted slightly, seemingly foreshadowing some unspoken fate. An inexplicable throbbing welled up in He Qingming's heart. He didn't know if this omen was good or bad, but the uneasiness was unwavering, following him everywhere.

The night was as dark as ink, and the thin moonlight shone through the window lattice onto Ying Ling's bedside, casting a quiet and hazy light and shadow. He Qingming stood in the darkness, and with a slight movement, he appeared in front of Ying Ling's bed like a ghost.

Ying Ni struggled in her dream, her brow furrowed, sweat dripping down her face, clearly trapped in a nightmare. He Qingming's sharp eyes saw through the cause and effect behind the dream at a glance, and he immediately understood - Ying Ni was remembering that incident again.

Without the slightest hesitation, He Qingming reached out and held Ying Wan tightly in his arms. He patted her back gently, his movements gentle yet firm, as if to dispel the fear and haze in her heart.

However, Ying Ni seemed to sense something in her dream, and she suddenly bit He Qingming's arm. This sudden action caught He Qingming off guard, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

But He Qingming didn't resist, knowing full well that this was the retribution he deserved. His other hand, the one that wasn't bitten, continued to gently stroke the back of Ying Wan's head, trying to give her more comfort and strength.

At this moment, He Qingming's heart was filled with mixed emotions. He understood that even though he had caused Ying Wan's suffering, he was still willing to shoulder the responsibility and do whatever it took to make amends. He hoped that Ying Wan could awaken from this nightmare and regain inner peace and tranquility.

He Qingming quietly waited by Ying Ling's bedside, his eyes filled with determination. He knew he had to face the past and accept Ying Ling's anger and resentment. Only then would there be a glimmer of hope for reconciliation between them.

As the first rays of morning light filtered through the thin curtains, softly scattering across Ying Ni's face, she slowly opened her hazy eyes. The air was filled with the fresh fragrance of flowers, as if nature's messenger was gently awakening her, bringing her back to reality from a sweet dream. She gently rubbed her dry eyes, feeling the fatigue from a night's rest. Ying Ni slowly lifted the warm blanket from her body, stepped onto the floor, put on her shoes, and slowly left the room.

Her steps were light and slow, as if she were still lost in the beautiful moments of her dream, unwilling to return to reality too quickly. As she reached the stairs, Ying Ying's eyes were drawn to a familiar figure. He Qingming gracefully emerged from the kitchen, carrying two plates of exquisitely prepared side dishes. His movements were light and practiced, as if silently expressing his deep affection and boundless love for this family.

He Qingming noticed Ying Wen's gaze and gently placed the side dish on the table. He turned around, his gaze gently resting on Ying Wen, his brows furrowed slightly as he spoke in a gentle yet firm tone, "Go back and change your clothes, then come down for breakfast." His voice shone with unmistakable concern, a warmth and reassurance.

Ying Ni glanced down at her clothes and suddenly realized that after a full night's sleep, one side of her pajamas had slipped down her arm, exposing a large area of ​​skin on her chest. She felt a sudden wave of embarrassment and hastily pulled the pajamas strap back over her shoulders. Then, she turned around and hurried back to her room to change.