Chapter 19: Start Feeding! Dog Food Attack
"In the sky."
Xia Qingxue hadn’t really wanted to answer Li Dafu’s question, as it touched upon many secrets. However, considering he was a friend of Chen Pingchuan’s, she didn’t want to embarrass him by refusing. In the end, she settled on a vague, non-committal answer.
Celestial Palace No. 1 equals "in the sky." Perfect!
The smile on Li Dafu’s face grew even stiffer. He wasn’t an unobservant man; no one would ever believe that someone with Xia Qingxue’s extraordinary aura was a native of the Outer City District. But if she was from the Inner City District, then her relationship with Chen Pingchuan was certainly intriguing.
Li Dafu interpreted Xia Qingxue’s answer as a desire to keep her origins private, so he didn’t press the issue. Instead, his expression shifted to one of understanding, his smile becoming somewhat fawning.
"Indeed, a fairy such as yourself should live in the heavens. I have no idea what kind of incredible luck Younger Brother Chen stumbled into to have earned your favor."
Although Li Dafu’s flattery was pleasant to hear, Xia Qingxue still frowned and couldn’t help but retort, "It’s not that he got lucky. I did!"
After saying this, she fell silent. Chen Pingchuan, when are you coming back? she muttered inwardly, growing restless. I don’t know what to say anymore. It’s so much better when I’m with you. You don’t even need me to speak to know what I’m thinking.
Of course, Li Dafu had no idea what was going through her mind. He just felt that this young lady was rather difficult to please. Flattery was ineffective, and opposing her would surely be worse. Where on earth did Younger Brother Chen find a goddess like her? I just hope his body can handle it.
With that thought, Li Dafu shifted his attention back to the two young men, not daring to try and speak with Xia Qingxue again.
As for Liu Yaofei, he hadn’t said a single word since Chen Pingchuan first appeared. He would occasionally take a sip of his beer, but even the alcohol couldn’t smooth the furrow in his brow. The moment Chen Pingchuan had called out his name, his mind had been in turmoil.
First of all, I’m certain I didn’t give him my name at noon, Liu Yaofei thought. Secondly, even if I had, I would have used an alias, not my real name. I thought hiding in this poor, backward Outer City District would keep anyone from finding me. But if even an insignificant market laborer can recognize me so easily, have I been too careless? No, maybe this has nothing to do with me personally. Who exactly is this Chen Pingchuan? Does he know my identity? And if he does, what are his intentions toward me?