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

Suddenly, as if startled by something, she sat up abruptly, the ends of her hair brushing against Sui Si's wrist, causing a slight tickle.

"By the way, where's Ayu? I haven't seen her."

Jun Sui's voice still carried a lazy tone, and her eyelashes fluttered as she looked at Sui Si.

Sui Si's fingertips, which were stroking the back of her neck, suddenly stopped. She looked down at the upturned face.

The light from the window fell on Jun Sui's hair, gilding his silhouette with a fuzzy golden edge.

He suddenly remembered that these days, this person had been pestering him to admire flowers, drink wine, and embrace under the moon, and he hadn't even noticed that Ran Cang had been gone for several days.

"Having completed his studies, he went to the North."

He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, his fingertips lightly tracing Jun Sui's reddened earlobe, with a hint of teasing, "You certainly know how to enjoy yourself."

"Oh."

Jun Sui responded casually, then sprawled back into Sui Si's arms like a satiated fox, nuzzling his head against the other's chest. "It should be snowing in the Northern Territory by now, shouldn't it?"

This calm reaction clearly surprised Sui Si, who flicked the other's forehead with his finger:

"Aren't you going to ask how Ayu and Li Que are doing? Those two have caused quite a stir throughout the Three Realms."

"Several days have passed and Ayu still hasn't returned; the two have definitely made up."

Jun Sui played with the jade pendant at Sui Si's waist, feeling the cool touch coming from his fingertips.

"With Li Que's temperament, he'd melt at the mere sight of A Yu. It's only a matter of time before they reconcile."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly turned over and knelt down, placing his hands on either side of Sui Si to encircle him.

They were so close they could see the shadows cast by each other's eyelashes. "Let's not talk about them anymore, how about we talk about ourselves?"

Startled by his sudden closeness, Sui Si leaned back, a suspicious blush rising on the tips of her ears.

His breath was filled with the faint scent of cedarwood emanating from the other person, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"??? Why are you suddenly bringing this up?"

"Cough cough."

Jun Sui cleared his throat, but his eyes darted away unconsciously, and his fingertips picked at the dark patterns on Sui Si's clothes.

"Do I have any official status with you now? You can't... you can't let me follow you without any status."

As he finished speaking, his voice grew softer and softer, but he stubbornly stared into Sui Si's eyes.

The air suddenly froze.

Sui Si stared at the slightly reddened ear tips that were trying to appear calm, and suddenly chuckled.

My fingertips caressed Jun Sui's flushed cheeks, the burning heat seeping through his skin:

"You've done everything, and you come asking me this?!"

The last syllable of her voice carried a hint of reproach and a hint of indulgence, "If I had known, I should have tied you to the marriage certificate and made you put your fingerprint on it back then."

"Then...how about we announce it to the Three Realms and hold a wedding ceremony?"

Jun Sui, having given up entirely, stared straight into Sui Si's eyes, but under the other's ambiguous gaze, he gradually lost his confidence, and his voice grew softer and softer.

"I...I heard that in the demon race's wedding ceremony, they drink the wine of unity and carve each other's names in the River of Oblivion for eternity..."

Before she could finish speaking, Sui Si's slender fingers pressed against her lips.

Sui Si traced the shape of his lips with her fingertips, then suddenly leaned down and bit his earlobe, her warm breath brushing against his ear:

"So impatient?"

Sensing the tension in the person in his arms, he chuckled softly and released them, his fingertips tracing Jun Sui's flushed cheeks.

"Fine, I'll let it go since someone's been so well-behaved..."

She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, and only when Jun Sui was about to explode did she hug him and rest her chin on his head.

"I agreed. However..."

His voice suddenly lowered, "You need to write all the wedding invitations for the Three Realms first."

The moment Jun Sui received Sui Si's permission, he felt as if fireflies were exploding in his chest, and his fingertips trembled slightly as he gripped the other's sleeve.

His usual carefree nature was completely gone; that very evening, he dug out a dusty sheet of Xuan paper, and when he picked up his brush, ink splattered all over his clothes.

"The wine of unity must be brewed in three jars, the inscription on the River of Oblivion must be done by the best craftsman, and the gold foil design on the wedding invitations..."

His rambling manner made Sui Si lean against the door frame and chuckle. The moonlight turned his hair white, but his eyes held a smile warmer than the spring sun.

During the wedding preparations, Jun Sui seemed to be infused with boundless energy.

He traversed the shops of the Three Realms through the morning mist, haggling with the shopkeepers to choose a wedding ring. Even the most cunning merchant of the demon race was worn down by him.

He then repeatedly confirmed the wedding ceremony procedures with the demon elders, meticulously outlining every detail on the drawing paper with cinnabar.

He would casually place the teacup that Sui Si handed him on the table, and by the time he remembered it, it would have gone cold.

One late night, the table was covered with red silk, and wedding invitations with the ink still wet were scattered all over the floor.

Jun Sui fell into a deep sleep beside the open marriage certificate, her hair still dusted with gold powder, her eyelashes casting delicate shadows under her eyes.

Sui Si gently helped the person up, gazing at the ink-stained profile, and finally decided to intervene in the chaos:

"Tomorrow, come with me to the Qingyun Sect."

The morning mist had not yet dissipated from the Qingyun Sect when the elders were already seated in the council hall.

The bronze incense burner on the sandalwood table emitted wisps of smoke, yet it couldn't conceal the tense, stagnant atmosphere in the air.

As Sui Si led Jun Sui in, the teacups in everyone's hands made a crisp sound, and the scalding tea splashed onto the black Taoist robes, leaving dark stains.

Guanghan stroked her cheek, her blue eyes almost bulging out of their sockets:

"Sect Leader! Do you know what you're saying?"

"I want to marry you."

Sui Si's voice was calm as an abyss, yet carried an undeniable firmness.

He raised his hand and tucked a stray hair behind Jun Sui's ear. This intimate gesture startled several elders, causing them to abruptly stand up and tilt their prayer cushions.

"How can it be!"

Elder Xuanming slammed his hand on the table, causing the bronze incense burner on the table to vibrate loudly, and the paperweight on the table almost rolled off.

"He is the Demon Emperor, and you are the Sect Leader of Qingyun Sect. Marriage between humans and demons violates the ancestral precepts of Qingyun!"

From ancient times to the present, has the Qingyun Sect ever done anything so outrageous?

Jun Sui smiled, his eyes crinkling, and shook their clasped hands:

"Elders, look at the red line on this palm—"

He pulled open his sleeve, revealing a faint red mark on his wrist, like a blooming cinnabar, slightly burning with each breath.

"It's all preordained on the Stone of Three Lives, a destiny that even the Old Man of the Moon cannot change, so why bother trying to persuade him?"

As she spoke, she tilted her head slightly, her fox tail brushing against Sui Si's hand. "Besides, your sect leader is someone who can even fully comprehend my demonic energy."

"But this wedding ceremony..."

Elder Si Zhan was about to argue when he was startled by the sword energy rising around Sui Si and took a half step back.

The sword intent condensed into dazzling peach blossoms, the petals still covered with morning dew, which fell one after another onto Jun Sui's shoulder, turning into fine gold dust.

Sui Si pulled out half a scroll of marriage certificate from his sleeve; the handwriting was so strong it seemed to penetrate the paper.

"The wedding ceremony of the demon race includes the wine of unity and the inscription of names on the River of Oblivion, while the human race has the three letters and six rites. Nothing will be missing."

The youngest elder in the room rose shakily, pointed at the two men's hands, and said:

"Since Senior Brother Sect Leader is so determined, are you willing to endure thirty-three bolts of heavenly lightning from the Qingyun Sect to prove your sincerity?"

Before he could finish speaking, Jun Sui had already shielded Sui Si behind him, and a ghostly blue demonic flame rose from his fingertips:

“Punish me if you must. Since he protected me, I won’t let him get hurt.”

Sui Si grabbed his waist and pulled him back, drawing his sword and plunging it heavily into the ground. The clang of the sword shook the dust falling from the beams.

"Since I dare to say this, I naturally dare to accept the thunderbolt from heaven."

But I've come today only to have my sect witness this—"

He turned to look at Jun Sui, his eyes reflecting the other's bright eyes, "Everyone in the Three Realms knows that my life, Sui Si's life, is already tied to his."

Jun Sui tiptoed and whispered in Sui Si's ear: "If I had known you were so impressive, I should have brought the demon clan's honor guard to show off."

A warm breath brushed against her ear, causing Sui Si's ear tips to turn red. She grabbed his waist with her other hand and said loudly amidst the uproar in the room:

"Three days from now, on the banks of the River of Oblivion, I hope you will grace us with your presence."

After saying that, he led his people away on their swords. The sword blades cut through the morning mist, and behind them, thousands of peach blossoms bloomed, falling on the stone steps of the Qingyun Sect and turning the old bluestone slabs crimson.

After the two figures disappeared into the horizon, Elder Guanghan gazed at the falling peach blossoms and sighed after a long while:

"Well, fate is hard to defy... Go prepare the congratulatory gift."

Elder Xuanming was still muttering to himself, "This marriage contract is likely to shake the entire Three Realms..."

Meanwhile, on the banks of the River of Oblivion, golden wedding invitations were already flying to all corners of the world on fireflies.