Reborn as a concubine's daughter and entering a noble family: Xie Lang, don't be too seduc

“Although I am not a god, I am not much different from what you guessed.” “Chuqi” frankly said, “I have been cultivating since childhood and have lived alone in this world for many years.”

Just as Hawthorne guessed.

The "seventh day of the lunar month" before us is not an ordinary person.

"Do you have family?" Hawthorne asked curiously.

After a brief hesitation, Chu Qi nodded and looked at Hawthorne... "Yes, I have a wife and a daughter."

"Daughter?" That was an unexpected answer. "Your wife and daughter are also practitioners?"

She was quite interested in this "cultivation." Since her rebirth, she had been trying to find many answers, wanting to know what caused her rebirth and why she was able to live again.

She also wondered if, if she achieved that, she would return to the day she was dying... and whether everything now was just a dream she had during her deathbed.

“My wife is, but my daughter…” Chu Qi looked at the woman before him, who had suddenly become very curious about him, and patiently explained, “My daughter is just an ordinary woman in this world. She hasn’t yet achieved enlightenment, so…”

His daughter is not yet considered a practitioner.

"But you and your wife are both cultivators, while your daughter is an ordinary person. I've heard that cultivators have long lifespans, so wouldn't you and your wife live a very long time? What about your daughter? An ordinary person's life is at most a hundred years, a single cycle. Are you and your wife just going to watch your daughter grow old...?"

Hawthorne even felt some sympathy for him; he and his wife would one day have to watch their daughter, an ordinary person, grow old and die...

This is something we can't help.

“She won’t stay like this forever,” said Chuqi. “Once she has attained enlightenment in this world, she will be just like my wife and me. At that time, I will take her away and go back to reunite with my wife. Her mother… misses her very much.”

Hawthorne didn't quite understand what he meant, but he vaguely felt that he was very familiar with him.

I don't know if it's because he has a daughter, but every time he looks at me, his eyes are filled with extra tenderness.

Perhaps she considered herself his daughter as well.

While Hawthorne was deep in thought, "Chu Qi" sensed something was amiss and turned her head to look down the road...

Just then, Lu Ming arrived, searching for Sang Hua. As soon as Lu Ming looked up and saw Sang Hua, before he could even speak, "Chu Qi" waved her sleeve...

"What's wrong?" Hawthorne looked up, following his movement...

On the road, there was no one in sight, as if no one had ever appeared.

Her actions on the seventh day of the lunar month almost made her think someone was chasing after her, but after seeing clearly, she couldn't help but feel disappointed.

Perhaps we should have thought of this sooner...

No one would come looking for her.

"Be patient, the person you're waiting for may be on their way." The phrase "the seventh day of the lunar month" carries a hidden meaning.

“Perhaps he doesn’t know yet, I’m already gone.” Hawthorne laughed self-deprecatingly, a hint of expectation in his voice, but not much. “Could you tell me more about your family? I feel like I know you very well, but I really can’t remember where I’ve seen you before.”

"What do you want to hear?" Chuqi didn't scold her for her impetuousness, but instead asked patiently.

"Your wife... what kind of person is she? She must be very beautiful, right?" Hawthorne felt that this "Chu Qi" before him was no ordinary person. He and his wife were both cultivators, so his wife must also be...

A beauty whose beauty could topple kingdoms.

How beautiful could she be? It's hard to imagine for a moment. Perhaps... all the beauties in the entire palace combined couldn't compare to his wife.

This made her even more curious about what their daughter would be like.

Why is the daughter born to two spiritual practitioners an ordinary person?

"Sang Hua!—"

A sudden sound interrupted her hesitation.

Hawthorne turned around and looked in the direction of the sound.

I just happened to see Xie Lin standing on the road...

She stood up, stood before the stone railing of the suspended platform, and waved to Xie Lin...

He really came.

After finishing his business, Xie Lin returned to the restaurant, but couldn't find her and Wu Tong. He asked one of the waiters and learned that she and Wu Tong had been out for a while.

Because they were worried that the women would run into trouble and be unable to leave, they did not rush back to the restaurant.

Xie Lin then followed the directions they might have gone and searched all the way here.

Along the way, they met Wutong, who told them that Wutong had disappeared after disappearing into the alley...

Xie Lin told Wu Tong to go back to the restaurant and wait, lest his father become suspicious if he didn't see them when he returned. He then sent Wu Tong back with a message and came looking for them alone.

Chu Qi saw the expression on Hawthorne's face.

From the moment Xie Lin appeared, it seemed that Huo Sanghua could only see him...

That secret, smug joy is exactly how a young girl in the prime of her life looks when she falls in love with someone.

So it was him...

Even so, "Chuqi" was still somewhat displeased. He got up and walked to Sang Hua's side, casting a glance at Xie Lin.

He looked him up and down.

I didn't find anything particularly special about it...

Xie Lin was somewhat surprised to see the person standing next to Huo Sanghua; he could sense an unfriendly emotion in that person's eyes. Fearing that the person might harm Sanghua, he quickly assessed the surrounding situation and decisively followed them upstairs.

"You win." Before Xie Lin arrived, "Chu Qi" congratulated Sang Hua. "You can think carefully about the three things I promised you. It's not too late to ask for them after you've thought them through."

"But... after we part today, where will I find you?" Hawthorne had a premonition that this person was about to leave.

"Chuqi" smiled faintly, "When you want to see me, just call my name, and I will appear."

The three things he promised Sang Hua will always stand.

"Wait!" Seeing him turn to leave, Hawthorne stopped him again. "Although... I won, you just said you wanted something from me. What do you want? If it's not too important, I can grant your request."

She herself didn't understand why she had agreed to "the seventh day".

But I just have this feeling that her relationship with "Chuqi" is definitely not ordinary.

“I want… …” Chu Qi glanced around calmly, “I want just a lock of your hair. Are you willing to part with it?”

You want a lock of her hair?!

Hawthorne was confused and racked her brains but couldn't figure out what Chuqi could possibly do with her hair.

"Fine," she said, pulling a lock of hair behind her ear. "This lock will do."

A moment later, a small tuft of shiny black hair fell into "Chu Qi's" hands.

On the seventh day of the lunar month, he smiled at her.

"Sang Hua." Xie Lin's voice came from behind her.

She looked over, then turned back, and "the seventh day of the lunar month" was gone.