Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

It took a while for everyone to recover from the elation and exhaustion of surviving the ordeal.

Yun Suisi struggled to sit up; his clothes were soaked with sweat and clung tightly to his back.

He looked at the fragment in his hand, which seemed to contain the stars of the universe. Its strange light still shone in the sunlight, and every light pattern seemed to tell the story of this thrilling experience.

He let out a long sigh, the breath still carrying the stinging pain in his lungs, and said in a hoarse voice:

"This was really close, thankfully everyone is alright."

Li Qinglan wiped the large beads of sweat from her forehead with her sleeve; the sweat glistened in the sunlight.

He looked at his companions, who were still panting heavily, and grinned, a smile that conveyed the relief of someone who had just taken a heavy burden off their shoulders.

"Yes, I almost died in there. The poison gas was so potent, I felt like my soul was about to leave my body."

Yun Suisi: "Let's go, out of the illusion."

His voice, though hoarse, carried an undeniable firmness, each word like a shot of adrenaline for everyone.

After saying that, he took the first step. Although his legs were still trembling slightly, he walked steadily with his eyes fixed on the front.

……

Yun family.

The gray brick walls bear the marks of time, and the black tiles curl upwards.

The vermilion gate was thick and solid, and the bronze door rings were engraved with runes that shimmered with light.

Inside the courtyard, white pebbles are laid out in mysterious patterns, shimmering like a net under the moonlight.

The central artificial hill resembles a ghost town, with a clear spring and fish that seem to possess a ghostly aura nearby.

The corridors are winding, and there are vivid scenes of ghost-catching on the beams.

The houses are scattered, with flying eaves and wind chimes to ward off ghosts. Inside the houses are tools for catching ghosts, and portraits of ancestors hang on the walls.

Yun Rancang warmly greeted everyone, "Please sit down."

That radiant smile was like sunlight shining into the old house, dispelling the initial awkwardness of everyone who had just arrived.

Li Qinglan's eyes were full of curiosity as he looked at Yun Rancang: "Ayu, this is your Yun family's ancestral home, right?"

Yun Rancang quickly waved his hand: "No."

The ancestral home is on the back hill; that's where the elders of the family lived. This is just where my older brother lives.

Li Qinglan frowned slightly and pointed to the surrounding buildings, saying:

"But to me, this layout looks like an ancestral home."

Look at this building! It's magnificent, with its carved beams and painted rafters exuding a simple yet grand atmosphere. Its scale and layout are unlike any ordinary house.

Yun Rancang smiled and shook his head, patiently and exaggeratedly explaining, "No."

The ancestral home is on the back mountain, where the elders of the family spent their later years in peace.

When our family elders were young, they were all very famous figures in the martial arts world.

For the honor and mission of their family, they fought in the north and south, and endured countless bloody battles.

Years of fighting and killing have left them with many health problems.

As the years go by, they grow old and need a peaceful, serene place with beautiful mountains and clear waters to recuperate their minds and bodies.

So the family carefully rebuilt an ancestral home on the mountain.

The environment there is serene, with fresh air and babbling brooks, like a paradise on earth.

The elders then carried it up together.

As for us younger generation, we stayed at the foot of the mountain.

She slightly raised her chin, a hint of pride flashing in her eyes:

"My brother and I are quite special in the family; we are not only the most outstanding branch."

They are highly praised for their martial arts skills, wisdom, and ability to handle family affairs, and we are the direct descendants.

So we live in this original ancestral home, which holds too many memories for our family.

Every brick, every tile, is like a silent historian, recording the family's past glory and stories.

Upon hearing Yun Rancang's explanation, Li Qinglan couldn't help but gasp in astonishment:

"I see. Then your house is quite significant."

His gaze wandered through the old house once more.

The exquisite decorations and unique layout seemed to have come alive in his eyes, each one carrying the history and glory of the Yun family.

Yun Rancang nodded with a smile: "Yes, the pastries here are all carefully made by the cook."

She picked up a piece of glutinous rice ball, her eyes full of delight, "And this glutinous rice ball is my favorite."

Soft, chewy, and sweet, every bite is a burst of sweetness on your taste buds.

Then, she looked at the teapot beside her, gently lifted it, and poured tea for everyone.

"This tea is Da Hong Pao from the mother tree in Wuyi Mountain, it's so fragrant."

Taking a small sip, the aroma of the tea fills the mouth, its lingering flavor leaving a lasting impression.

"You three, have some tea and snacks, and enjoy yourselves."

I went to call my brother and brother-in-law; they must be really looking forward to seeing everyone too.

With that, she turned and walked toward the study, her steps light and composed.

Yun Rancang raised his hand and gently knocked on the door. The crisp knocking sound echoed in the quiet corridor.

"Brother, brother-in-law, Qinglan and the others have arrived."

Her voice was filled with excitement and anticipation, and her eyes sparkled, as if she couldn't wait to begin this joyful gathering.

A deep, husky voice came from the study: "Understood."

The voice seemed to hold lingering tenderness, gently rippled in the quiet study.

Inside the study, sunlight, like golden threads, streamed through the carved window frames, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow on the floor.

Yun Suisi lay half-reclined on the soft couch, and Jun Sui leaned close to him, their breaths mingling.

Yun Suisi's eyes reflected Jun Sui's affectionate appearance.

His heartbeat quickened slightly, and his face seemed to be flushed by the sunset, his cheeks turning a light pink that spread from his cheeks to his ears.

He slightly raised his eyes, his gaze filled with shyness, like a startled fawn, yet also with a hint of reproach.

That gaze seemed to reproach Jun Sui's enthusiasm, yet also to express reluctance to part with this intimate moment.

During their intimate contact, his once neat clothes became somewhat disheveled.

Her neckline was slightly open, revealing a small patch of fair skin.

The hem of his clothes was slightly wrinkled, but it added just the right amount of lazy and casual charm to him.

Like a casual stroke in a beautiful painting, bringing the whole scene to life.

The sunlight shone on the two of them, as if draping them in a golden veil, outlining their figures and creating a scene full of love.

The surrounding air seemed to become sweet and sticky, filled with their deep love, and every speck of dust danced in this love.

Yun Suisi gently kicked Jun Sui's knee: "Stop kissing, they're waiting."

Jun Sui's lips curled into a wicked smile, a smile that concealed cunning and doting, like a wolf that had stolen some fish but was still not satisfied.

However, he obediently stopped what he was doing and slowly straightened up.

In his deep, dark eyes, there still lingered feelings of longing and reluctance.

Jun Sui stretched out his slender fingers and gently smoothed Yun Suisi's slightly messy hair.

Every movement was extremely light and slow, as if he were touching the most precious and fragile treasure in the world.

Even the slightest heavy breathing could disturb this beautiful moment.

"I knew you were shy, it's always like this."

Jun Sui's voice was tinged with laughter, deep and magnetic.

Each word was like a sprite leaping in the air, carrying an ambiguous atmosphere as it shuttled between the two.

Yun Suisi gave a soft hum, the hum carrying a hint of coquettishness.

He sat up, the blush on his cheeks still lingering, like peach blossoms in full bloom in spring, delicate and beautiful.

He began to straighten his clothes, his fingers frantically buttoning them and smoothing out the creases, trying to hide the pounding panic in his heart.

“Ayu is waiting outside, as are Qinglan and the others. Stop fooling around.”

His voice trembled slightly, the lingering echo of their passion, like ripples spreading across a lake in a gentle breeze, unable to calm down for a long time.