Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

When Fan Yang returned home, he didn't see Lu's father, but he did see Lu Qinghe sitting on the sofa, looking preoccupied.

Upon seeing Pan Yang, Lu Qinghe immediately spoke up: "Pan Yang, a friend of mine met a pen pal a few days ago and wanted to arrange to meet him, but the pen pal has repeatedly made excuses. What should we do?"

Upon hearing this, Pan Yang walked over to the sofa and sat down, leaning back with his legs crossed: "I would say I have a friend and then go around asking around."

"Ahem." Lu Qinghe was a little embarrassed after being exposed: "Okay, I can't hide it from you anymore, I really want to meet him."

"How did you contact each other?" Pan Yang asked casually.

Lu Qinghe was somewhat confused: "A pen pal must be someone who writes letters or notes."

"Since they are letters and notes, they must have a source. Why don't you stake out where you usually get these letters and notes?"

"We met entirely because of a carrier pigeon. You mean I should follow the pigeon? That's not a good idea, like barging into someone's home without permission."

Pan Yang shrugged: "You're quite troublesome."

"Never mind, let me think of another way. Or maybe I should try to persuade him again, asking why he won't meet with me," Lu Qinghe waved her hand and muttered to herself.

Pan Yang stopped talking, picked up the cup on the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and stood up to go to the original owner's room.

Lu's father didn't return home until evening. As usual, he tried to persuade Pan Yang to go into business, but Pan Yang refused.

He's perfectly fine being a freeloader like this.

Mr. Lu said helplessly, "In a few days, it will be the Fang family's son's birthday. We have business dealings with the Fang family. You and your sister will go together. Marshal Fu may also be there. Don't be so irresponsible."

Pan Yang was about to refuse, but when he heard Fu Zhouyang, he swallowed his words of refusal. Lu Qinghe was shocked to see that Pan Yang did not refuse.

After Lu's father rested, Lu Qinghe quietly nudged Huan Yang: "Brother, why didn't you refuse this time? Don't you want to go see the opera troupe tonight?"

She admitted she sensed something was off, especially from her father's words: "Could it be because of Marshal Fu? Why are you interested in Fu Zhouyang?"

"I?"

“Yes, dear brother, tell your sister, and I promise I won’t tell anyone.” Lu Qinghe nodded very sincerely.

"She's taken a liking to him."

"!!!" Lu Qinghe's eyes widened as she looked at Huan Yang in disbelief: "You mean you want to become sworn brothers with him, right? Friends?"

"My love," Pan Yang said calmly, glancing at her.

"My love!" Lu Qinghe exclaimed, quickly covering her mouth. After looking around to make sure no servants were there, she lowered her voice and said, "Brother, are you kidding me? Are you crazy? Putting aside whether Dad approves of you liking a man, it would be one thing if you liked any other man, but you like Fu Zhouyang? Aren't you afraid he'll shoot you?"

"I'm not kidding. I don't like men. I just like him." Pan Yang said seriously, without any hint of joking.

Lu Qinghe clutched her chest and took a deep breath after a long while: "You can only think about these things. If he finds out you like him, he won't care if you sleep with the young master of the Lu family or someone else's young master."

Seeing her like this, Fan Yang ultimately decided not to reveal what he had done during the day, otherwise he felt that this older sister would faint from fright.

In the following days, Pan Yang wandered around aimlessly, occasionally encountering Fu Zhouyang's men on the street, but never seeing Fu Zhouyang himself.

Lu Qinghe, however, suddenly exclaimed in surprise, upon seeing Pan Yang listening to storytelling in the teahouse, and rushed over: "Brother, guess who my pen pal is?"

Pan Yang glanced at her, cracking sunflower seeds: "Could it be the Jade Emperor?"

"What are you talking about?" Lu Qinghe said helplessly, lowering her voice, "I saw that carrier pigeon fly out of the Fang family's house, so it might be the young master Fang who keeps it there."

"Isn't that perfect? ​​Tomorrow is his birthday."

"Yeah, it's someone's birthday right before we meet, I need to get ready. What do you guys like?"

After thinking for a moment, Pan Yang realized he didn't seem to have anything he liked: "How about you give him an hour?"

A perfect send-off!

"..." Lu Qinghe was speechless. She patted Pan Yang's head and said, "I just came to ask you because I was bored. You should just listen to your book." After saying that, she got up and left.

After watching Lu Qinghe leave, Pan Yang continued to sit and watch the storyteller, whose stories were all about heroes and valiant men.

Immediately afterward, a person sat down in the chair next to him. It was Fu Zhouyang. This time, the person was not wearing a military uniform, but was simply dressed.

"I heard you've been looking for me these past few days?" Fu Zhouyang asked.

"correct."

"Young Master Lu is so attentive to me, I really have reason to suspect that you have ulterior motives." Fu Zhouyang poured himself a glass of water, picked up the glass but did not drink it.

"Purpose?" Pan Yang propped his head up and looked at him. "My purpose is simply to make you like me, nothing more."

Fu Zhouyang chuckled softly, "Young Master Lu, you're joking. There are plenty of women in this city who like me, why would I choose you?"

"Then why are you still wearing the bracelet I gave you?" Pan Yang exposed him without hesitation.

Upon hearing this, Fu Zhouyang glanced at the bracelet on his wrist, but instead of getting angry, he drank the tea in his cup and said, "Young Master Lu is quite eloquent." After saying that, he stood up and left.

Seeing that he was leaving, Fan Yang didn't chase after him, since the man couldn't escape anyway.

A few days later, the Fang family held a grand banquet and invited an opera troupe and dancers to entertain them.

Pan Yang followed Lu's father and Lu Qinghe to the Fang family home. After presenting the gifts, he found a corner to sit down.

Lu Qinghe personally handed the gift to Fang Shi.

The Fang family were officials of the previous dynasty. After the previous dynasty fell, they went into business, but they still retained some of the ideas of the previous dynasty.

Lu Qinghe looked at the package with some excitement and took out an envelope: "Do you recognize this?"

Fang Shi seemed a little confused, but still took the envelope and shook his head: "Miss Lu, I haven't seen this letter before."

Hearing this, Lu Qinghe was a little puzzled, but seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, she could only feel helpless. Perhaps the carrier pigeon had only stayed at the Fang family's house for a while that day.

Lu Qinghe came to Pan Yang's side, looking dejected.

"This isn't the right method. Could I have made a mistake?"

"If it's not Young Master Fang, it could be a maid or young lady," Pan Yang casually reassured him.

“That’s right!” Lu Qinghe’s eyes lit up when she heard this. “I’ve heard that the Fang family has another young lady. I’ll go ask her about her.”

Lu Qinghe stopped abruptly as she was about to leave, looking at Huan Yang with a very serious expression: "Also, don't you dare seduce Fu Zhouyang, or you won't even know how you died."

Pan Yang nodded perfunctorily before Lu Qinghe left.

"Hey, Commander Fu is here!" came the voice from the doorway. Pan Yang looked and sure enough, it was Fu Zhouyang.

After giving the gift, Fu Zhouyang casually chose a spot with many young ladies to sit down, and then he saw Pan Yang staring at him from the other side.

He smiled, as if to say, "See? There are so many women, what can we do?"

Without saying a word, Fan Yang walked over. Although there was no angry expression on his face, he felt inexplicably uneasy.