My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

“No need to be so polite.”

Qingmei waved her hand and said, “It’s a few days later than the time on your letter, but you finally arrived.”

An Jing scrutinized the old, pedantic man before him, thinking how completely different he was from the proud and devious Tan Yun.

In comparison, he still preferred Tan Yun’s personality. This old man looked extremely serious at first glance.

“I was visiting some friends, so I was delayed.” Li Fuzhou cupped his fists and then looked at An Jing, asking, “Is this An Jing, the young master?”

An Jing also cupped his fists and smiled, “An Jing, pleased to meet you.”

Li Fuzhou nodded, but secretly frowned, thinking: As expected, he has no inner strength at all. The Sect Hierarch has truly taken a liking to him; this is indeed unlucky for the Demon Sect.

Just a moment ago, a mere petty thug had put this young doctor in a difficult position. In the future, if he were to face the terrifying figures of Jianghu, the doctor would probably be scared out of his wits and not know what to do.

The two exchanged a glance and then looked away.

Qingmei smiled from the side and said, “The food is ready. Why don’t we eat first and then chat slowly?”

“Yes, yes, Third Master must be tired from the journey,” An Jing nodded in agreement.

“I am used to being busy, this little journey is nothing.”

As Li Fuzhou said this, he glanced at Qingmei and said lightly, “But some food would be good.”

……

At the dinner table,

Tan Yun resembled a quail, completely devoid of her usual boisterousness.

Little Blackie lay on the side, eating its fresh broth-soaked rice from a dog bowl, its little tail wagging happily.

Li Fuzhou sat upright in his chair, his expression extremely serious, saying not a single word.

The atmosphere was markedly different from the usual lively and joyous meals.

“Where did you go just now?” An Jing found himself quite bored and asked.

“I took a wrong turn.”

Tan Yun glanced cautiously at Li Fuzhou and whispered.

“How could you take a wrong turn? Is this your first day in Yu State City?” An Jing raised an eyebrow and smiled.

In the past, if An Jing had said such a thing, Tan Yun would have put down her chopsticks and argued back, but today she remained silent.

“Woof! Woof! Woof!”

Little Blackie seemed to be full, and ran to Tan Yun’s feet, barking at her as if asking for more food.

“Quiet!”

Li Fuzhou frowned and scolded Little Blackie, “No talking during meals or sleep. These are the rules. Since you’re sharing a space with me, you must follow the rules!”

“Uh… Woof!”

Little Blackie retreated a few steps with its body bent low, lying down on the ground pitifully without making another sound.

Li Fuzhou actually lectured a dog….

An Jing blinked and thought to himself: Is this old man secretly scolding us?

After the meal, Qingmei took Li Fuzhou to his quarters in the backyard.

An Jing looked at Tan Yun, who was diligently reading a medical book, curiously looked outside, and said, “Is the sun rising from the west today?”

Usually, after eating and washing the dishes, Tan Yun would take Little Blackie out to play, but today she was reading a book. How could this not make one curious?

“I always do this.” Tan Yun’s face sank and said, “Don’t you slander me.”

An Jing walked to Tan Yun’s side and asked with a smile, “It seems you are very afraid of your Third Master? What’s his deal?”

Anyway, An Jing did not take a liking to this Third Master.

He looked like an old pedant, stuck in his ways, and he had even indirectly insulted him.

“Who said I’m scared?”

Tan Yun frowned and whispered, “I’m not afraid of anyone.”

Seeing Tan Yun use the softest voice to say the most defiant words, An Jing couldn’t help but smirk.

“Oh? Really? You’re not afraid of anyone?”

An Jing deliberately raised his voice upon hearing this.

“What are you trying to do?”

Tan Yun glared at An Jing fiercely and said, “Young master, the other day you went drinking with Han Wenxin…”

An Jing would often drink with Han Wenxin, but Qingmei didn’t allow him to drink with Han, fearing he’d end up in places like brothels.

“How do you know about that?” An Jing looked at Tan Yun in surprise.

Tan Yun proudly said, “When you left, you took some pills, definitely for Han Wenxin, and I always know when you two are secretly talking, even though he always brags about his acupuncture. I know he’s just boasting…”

“Cough cough cough.”

An Jing coughed twice and said, “Those words can’t be spread around. If they get out, Han Wenxin will never find a wife.”

This little girl Tan Yun was too sly. In the future, he would need to be cautious of her. Every time he thought about her tricking Han Wenxin with laxatives, he shivered inside.

“By the way, what did your Third Master do before? Tell me quickly.” An Jing thought of something and asked.

“He studied, but later he said studying and reasoning with others was useless, so he stopped studying.”

Tan Yun nonchalantly said, thinking to herself: When reasoning failed, he switched to killing.

“No wonder. Do all scholars have so many rules?”

“He has a lot of rules; I don’t know about others.”

“An old fossil.”

“Young master, you shouldn’t say that.”

“Why not? This is my house, I can say what I want. Don’t be afraid, young master will protect you.”

“Really?”

Tan Yun said, glancing toward the backyard, and then looked An Jing up and down.

Who was Li Fuzhou? He was the Human Sect Leader of the Demon Sect and a close confidant of the former Sect Hierarch. Even the current Sect Hierarch had to show him some respect. And here was a young doctor thinking he could stand up to him. Be careful you don’t break your wrist trying….

“You don’t believe me?” An Jing patted his chest and said, “How reliable a person I am, my words are truer than pearls.”

Tan Yun rolled her eyes, “Young master, the pearls at home are fake….”

An Jing: “….”

Seeing An Jing’s speechless expression, Tan Yun couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Although her young master had no skills, he could make people happy.

“Young master, with your small frame, you want to protect me? Forget it.”

Tan Yun sized up An Jing’s build.

“You underestimate me?” An Jing sneered, “Even your mistress doesn’t underestimate me.”

“It’s not underestimating, young master. It’s that I feel… How should I put it…?” Tan Yun touched her little braid, unsure how to express herself.

Did a Rash of the Demon Sect need protection from a small doctor?

“Third Master is a scholar. You can’t outwit him.” Finally, Tan Yun blurted out her true thoughts.

In this world, the most despicable are scholars. They speak of righteousness and morality, yet use these principles to outmaneuver you.

“Okay, Zhou Xianming is also a scholar. Maybe the two of them can talk.” An Jing paused, nodding.

After a while, he got up and walked outside.

“Young master, where are you going?” Tan Yun couldn’t help but ask, seeing An Jing’s back.

“Me? To buy a few pounds of righteousness and morality.”

…….