Reborn Fairy Wife Takes Me on a Gaggle-Fire rampage

After a short rest, Ahua stretched and loosened her muscles, then exchanged a smile with Wen Shu before diving into the intense and meticulous repair work. Meanwhile, Hu Ya sat quietly at the front desk, her gaze occasionally glancing towards the door, patiently waiting for the customer to arrive.

Time ticked by, and Hu Ya gradually felt drowsy. She forced herself to stay awake. Just then, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her, instantly waking her from her drowsy state. Standing before her was a tall, handsome man with deep, bright eyes like stars, a high nose bridge, and a slightly upturned lip revealing a charming smile.

Hu Ya's heart raced uncontrollably, her cheeks instantly turning bright red, like a ripe apple. She composed herself and stammered, "Y-you...hello! How can I help you?" The man smiled slightly, his voice deep and magnetic: "Hello, I'd like to ask if this book can be repaired." As he spoke, he slowly pulled a book carefully wrapped in cloth from his suit pocket.

Hu Ya carefully took the book and gently lifted the outer fabric. When she saw the title, she was taken aback—it was the middle volume of "The Jade Maiden Heart Sutra." She quickly flipped through it and found that although the pages were a little yellowed, the book was generally in good condition. So she looked up at the man and said, "Sir... please wait a moment. We can repair this book."

Xiao Huya smiled and led him to the spacious and bright reception room, gently pouring him a steaming cup of fragrant tea. She placed the cup lightly on the coffee table and said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, sir, the book you brought does look very old and damaged. But don't worry, we will have a professional restorer assess it and provide a price quote as soon as possible. Please wait here for a moment."

After saying this, Xiao Huya turned and walked aside, quickly picking up her phone and dialing Wen Shu's number. Wen Shu's clear and gentle voice came from the other end: "Hello, Xiao Huya? What's up?" Xiao Huya hurriedly replied, "Sister, a customer downstairs wants an old book repaired, so could you please come down and help estimate the price?" Wen Shu answered without hesitation, "Sure, no problem! I'll come downstairs right away."

Not long after hanging up the phone, a series of light yet hurried footsteps approached the reception room. A moment later, the tightly closed door was slowly pushed open, and the first thing that caught the eye was Wen Shu's beautiful, charming, and approachable face. She wore an elegant dress, her figure graceful and graceful; her long, glossy black hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, swaying gently in the breeze; coupled with her delicate makeup and subtle perfume, she exuded a unique charm and elegance.

When her gaze fell upon the handsome man sitting upright on the sofa, her heart skipped a beat. This man had striking eyebrows and bright eyes, a high nose bridge, thin but beautifully shaped lips, and an air of refined scholarly elegance about him, as if he were a graceful gentleman who had traveled from ancient times.

"Hello, do you need your books repaired?" Wen Shu asked with a smile and a very polite tone. The man in front of her stared blankly at her, his eyes unfocused, as if frozen in place.

The moment the man saw Wen Shu, his heart skipped a beat, and a surge of heat rushed to his cheeks, instantly turning them bright red. He had never seen such a beautiful and captivating woman! Her eyes were as clear and bright as autumn water, her lips were slightly upturned with a gentle smile, and her long, jet-black hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall… For a moment, the man was completely mesmerized, forgetting to answer Wen Shu's question.

"Hello? Sir?" Wen Shu called out again when the man didn't respond. Only then did the man seem to snap out of his daze, replying somewhat flusteredly, "Yes, this is it. Could you please see if you can repair it?" He then handed a book to Wen Shu.

Wen Shu reached out and took the book. When she saw the title, she was overjoyed. Those familiar words caught her eye—"The Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, Volume Two." For some time now, Wen Shu had been searching everywhere for the middle volume of this secret manual, but to no avail. She never expected to find it so unexpectedly today! It was truly a case of "searching high and low without finding it, only to have it come to you effortlessly!" At that moment, Wen Shu couldn't contain her joy, and a radiant smile bloomed on her face.

Unable to suppress her curiosity and longing, Wen Shu finally mustered the courage to ask, "Sir, would you be willing to sell this book?" Her expectant gaze was fixed on the man before her, as if the book held immense significance for her.

Upon hearing this, the man instantly recalled his master's earnest instructions before his departure: "My disciple, if someone wants to buy this book today, you must first confirm whether that person can repair it and understand its mysteries. If they can do both, then sell it to them for five million." Thinking of this, the man couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly, scrutinizing the seemingly frail but determined woman before him.

Then, the man slowly stood up, crossed his arms, and asked in a scrutinizing tone, "Young lady, are you really able to understand this book? And do you have the ability to repair it?" His voice was neither loud nor soft, but it carried a subtle hint of probing.

Hearing the man's doubt, Wen Shu didn't back down at all. Instead, she nodded confidently and replied, "Of course! If you don't believe me, come and see. I'll explain a page from the book to you right now." Without waiting for the man's reaction, she opened the book and began to speak fluently and eloquently. She pointed to the words on the page, sometimes gesturing, her words clear, fluent, and well-organized, as if she had thoroughly studied the book.

"Come with me, I'll repair a few pages for you first, and see if they meet your requirements," Wen Shu said with a smile to the man in front of her, then gently turned around and led him towards the repair room.

Upon entering the restoration room, Wen Shu gently laid the pages that needed repair flat on the workbench. She became completely absorbed in the restoration work, each step executed with practiced skill and meticulous care. She carefully picked up her tools, painstakingly mending the damaged parts of the pages, as if handling a priceless treasure.