Volume 1 Chapter 34: Accustomed to Kissing

“Thank you, thank you all so much. Thanks to you, young brothers, for your courageous act. The little one is the pride of our family; if we had lost him, my wife would have killed me. Just now, I was dozing off in the hot spring bath, and when I woke up, the child was gone.”

A young man wrapped in a white bathrobe stood before Fang Mo and the others, tears of gratitude streaming down his face.

Fang Mo found the situation quite amusing. This father was really carefree—how could he fall asleep in the hot spring, leaving his child alone in the stroller nearby?

“Why don’t you leave your contact information, and we can have a meal together later?” the man in the bathrobe chuckled. He was handsome and carried an extraordinary aura, clearly a scion of a distinguished family.

Ning Yuelan waved her hand dismissively. “I suggest you call your wife to inform her first. Eating together isn’t important right now. Get your nanny or someone from home to come quickly and take the child to the hospital. Kidnappers often give children sedatives, which are harmful. If you don’t get medical help promptly, it could be disastrous.”

Hearing this, the man suddenly smacked the back of his head. Indeed, eating was insignificant compared to getting the child checked out immediately.

Ignoring the need to change, he dashed out in his bathrobe toward the resort’s parking lot. “I’ll take my leave now. Let’s keep in touch later.”

Ning Yuelan and Fang Mo exchanged glances, both somewhat speechless. They didn’t know whether to comment on the father’s carelessness or his deep love for his child.

“Brother, at least leave your contact info! I don’t even have your number. How am I supposed to contact you with just my mind?” Fang Mo rolled his eyes but didn’t expect any reward for his good deed today.

This father was quite the character, but Fang Mo silently prayed that no other problems would be found once the child was examined.

Ning Yuelan glanced at Fang Mo. “Don’t think I’ll let you off just because you did a good deed. Tonight, you’re going to copy the ‘Ning Family Code of Conduct for Men’ a hundred times.”

“Is there such a thing?”

“Yes. It has only one sentence: ‘The world is vast, but the wife is the greatest.’ You’ll have to figure out the meaning yourself.”

With that, Ning Yuelan rolled her eyes and headed upstairs. Fang Mo sensed trouble, chuckling nervously as he followed her. “Yuelan, don’t be angry. I’m harmless, you know?”

“My grandfather once said that kidnappers are so despicable even thieves look down on them. People without any moral bottom line—what skill could they possibly have?”

Seeing Ning Yuelan truly annoyed, unmoved by his antics, Fang Mo quickened his pace, deliberately walking ahead. Tilting his head slightly, he looked back at her.

“Sis, please don’t be mad, okay?”

“If whining worked, why would kisses be necessary?”

Huh?

Fang Mo was stunned. They were already inside the elevator, and in the quiet space, there was no one else.

Ning Yuelan crossed her arms, pouting in displeasure, yet even when upset, her beauty was captivating.

“Quick, you have one floor. If you don’t cheer me up before we exit, I’m not speaking to you all afternoon.”

Huh?

Was she rushing him?

Fang Mo braced himself and leaned toward Ning Yuelan.

The woman closed her eyes, her flawless skin glowing seductively under the elevator’s dim light.

His heart pounded wildly—this was his first time initiating a kiss.

The next moment, Fang Mo gently pressed his lips to Ning Yuelan’s cheek.

She finally smiled, her eyes twinkling. “I’m already your wife. How can you just kiss my face? Kiss my lips.”

Saying this, she wrapped her slender arms around his neck.

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Ding-dong—

When the elevator doors opened, waiting outside were Song Yu’s three daughters and Li Haowen, who had sensed the awkwardness and hurried upstairs to avoid the scene.

As the doors slid open, they saw a young couple passionately kissing inside.

The young man’s face was flushed red, burning as if on fire, while the graceful figure guided him with each breath.

All four onlookers gawked in shock, mouths agape wide enough to swallow an egg.

“Are you kidding me? They just started making out right in the elevator? That’s like wielding a dragon-slaying sword with a critical hit of 999! Why were we even worried about them running to the elevator? This is just asking for trouble. Please, President Ning, Fang Mo, behave yourselves…”

“I’m starting to crave a sweet romance myself,” Li Haowen said mournfully.

At their words, Ning Yuelan and Fang Mo slowly pulled apart, Fang Mo looking much more natural than before.

Who wouldn’t get used to being caught kissing three times in one day?

“Hmph,” Ning Yuelan huffed, shooting a coquettish glare at her three girlfriends.

Without a word, she took Fang Mo’s hand and led him down the hallway toward her private hot spring pool.

Ning Yuelan had been a regular at this place since school; she came here to relax after stressful days.

“Do you think they’ll be splashing around like dragonflies later?” Li Haowen stared at the couple’s retreating backs, imagining a rather suggestive scene.

Hearing this, Wu Jiabei suddenly gave a charming smile. “Why don’t we try too…”

“Sis-in-law, don’t be like that, I’m on my period today.”

What?

Song Yu, Zheng Rong, and the others laughed uncontrollably at hearing a man claim he had a period.

While soaking in the hot springs, Ning Yuelan’s pool was completely separate from Fang Mo’s.

Though occasionally he would catch glimpses of her scantily clad figure, Fang Mo restrained his passionate thoughts and focused on relaxing.

Images of their kisses throughout the day floated involuntarily through his mind.

Yuelan’s lips were so soft and fragrant.

He couldn’t find words to describe the tender redness of her lips, only feeling that when they kissed, she clung so tightly it was as if she would melt into him.

Time slipped by unnoticed. After bathing, Fang Mo and Ning Yuelan planned to grab something to eat.

The resort wasn’t just a hot spring hotel; it also offered a buffet.

After changing clothes, they headed downstairs. Perhaps because of their several intimate moments today, their relationship blossomed anew, and even holding hands felt more natural and smooth.

“Yuelan, we’re thinking of going to the BBQ later to have some grilled meat and drinks. Want to join?”

A buffet barbecue?

Just then, Song Yu, her face flushed and hair wet, approached. Fang Mo quickly focused on his breathing.

Ning Yuelan glanced at Song Yu with mock annoyance, perhaps irritated that the woman hadn’t tidied herself up before coming over, but noticing Fang Mo’s shy demeanor, she smiled contentedly—he finally understood the phrase “see no evil.”

“Let’s have a drink and chat a bit. Otherwise, just soaking and then resting would be so dull.”

“Brother Shen!”

“Hmm!”

Shen Changqing greeted acquaintances with nods or brief salutations as he walked along.

But no matter who it was, everyone’s faces remained expressionless, as if detached from everything.

Shen Changqing was used to it.

This was the Demon Suppression Bureau, an institution maintaining stability in the Great Qin. Their main duty was to slay demons and monsters, with some side businesses as well.

In the bureau, every member’s hands were stained with blood.

When one becomes accustomed to life and death, they grow indifferent to many things.

At first, Shen Changqing struggled to adapt to this world, but over time, he grew accustomed.

The bureau was large.

Those who stayed were either powerful masters or had potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belonged to the latter.

The bureau had two divisions: Guardians and Demon Slayers.

Everyone entering started as a low-level Demon Slayer.

Then, step by step, they could be promoted, aiming to become Guardians.

Shen Changqing’s former self had been an apprentice Demon Slayer, the lowest rank.

With memories of his past life, he was very familiar with the bureau’s environment.

Without wasting time, Shen Changqing stopped in front of a loft.

Unlike other grim and blood-soaked places in the bureau, this loft stood out like a crane among chickens, a haven of tranquility amid the carnage.

The large doors were wide open, with occasional people coming and going.

After a brief hesitation, Shen Changqing stepped inside.

Once inside, the atmosphere changed instantly.

A whiff of ink mixed with faint blood scent brushed against him, making him instinctively frown before quickly relaxing.

The bloodstain on every bureau member was almost impossible to wash away.