Chapter 386 – Senior Sister Fenghua Comes to Visit

Life begins with first encounters, yet nothing compares to spending days and nights alongside family.

Today, however, Ye Kuang found himself serving tea and water, occasionally handing out a premium cigarette or two.

One could say that over the past decade, he had been tirelessly devoted to cultivation, leaving him no time to experience the warmth and coldness of human relationships or the fickleness of the world. Now, in this rare moment of leisure, he deeply felt that life was largely unpredictable—like a large intestine wrapping around a small intestine.

To sum it up in one sentence: despite possessing immense wealth, he found no way to escape the sorrow of the parting he least wished to face.

Late at night, the Ye Family’s harmonious atmosphere was unmistakable.

Ye Aojin: “Little Ye, what brand was that cigarette you gave me the other day? Why does it taste slightly different from the local ones, almost purer? Taking a single puff leaves an endless aftertaste.”

As he spoke, Uncle’s eager gaze said it all.

Ye Aojin’s expression seemed to add, “See, these past few days, you’ve spoiled my palate. How about offering another pack?”

How could Ye Kuang miss such an intense look? With a pained heart, he muttered to himself, “Well, this is my last stash, and of course, it’s meant to honor you, Elder. If I didn’t do this, how could I be a worthy nephew?”

When Ye Aojin gleefully accepted a pack of Supreme Panda, he was so delighted he couldn’t stop grinning.

Seeing this, even Ye Zhennan couldn’t help but show a pained expression, as if thinking, “What a spendthrift! How can you just give away such fine goods so freely? If you give it all away, where does that leave me, your father?”

Little did he know, Ye Kuang quickly dashed into his bedroom and brought out another pack of Rare Grizzly.

This, of course, foreshadowed the ensuing conflict.

As soon as Ye Aojin saw the packaging, which was even more appealing than the Supreme Panda’s, how could he remain indifferent?

Ye Zhennan pretended not to notice, grinning so widely his neck tilted slightly, putting on a show of feigned modesty while launching into an impassioned speech.

“Ah, what can I say? It seems whatever a person desires just comes to them. Perhaps it’s the deep bloodline connection, passing my true essence to my son. Naturally, the finest things should be tasted by his father first.”

Ye Aojin, hearing this, couldn’t miss the underlying meaning. He could only light up a Supreme Panda in frustration, taking deep, rapid puffs to soothe his current displeasure.

Witnessing this, Ye Kuang cursed inwardly, “You old fool! You know full well these are rare items, yet you go on and on. Isn’t this just forcing your son to bleed dry again?”

Admittedly, it wasn’t until Ye Aojin received another pack of Rare Grizzly that the sour atmosphere at the scene finally eased.

As for the aunts and older female relatives watching this unfold, they were clearly baffled and numb, each quietly wondering: “Isn’t smoke just smoke once inhaled and exhaled? How could there be any difference?”

Those among them who understood tobacco naturally kept their thoughts to themselves.

At that moment, Ye Kuang watched as the elders helped themselves to cigarettes and scrambled for special local products. He couldn’t help but marvel at these elders, who seemed utterly detached from the daily necessities of life—firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea—and the seven refined arts of life: lute, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, and tea. Could it be that scarcity truly determines value, even for cigarettes?Here, the Ye Family was enveloped in a harmonious, rustic atmosphere.

At this moment, Ye Kuang was staring at the scene of everything being snatched away, his heart bleeding at the sight.

“Ding-dong… Ding-dong…”

Just then, a series of knocks sounded at the door.

It was only now that Ye Kuang found an excuse to escape the heart-wrenching scene before him, rushing to answer the door.

Creak.

Following the unavoidable, aged yet nostalgic sound of friction, he couldn’t help but wonder: Who could it be at this hour?

“Huh? You… Why is it you?”

“What? Aren’t you going to invite your Senior Sister in for a seat?”

As she spoke, a faint fragrance wafted into his nostrils, stirring a restless flutter in his heart.

As a young man full of vigor, how could Ye Kuang remain unmoved?

In that instant, the elders in the hall fell into an inexplicable silence.

Their sharp, gleaming eyes carried an unmistakable hint of ambiguity.

Seeing this, Ye Kuang felt deeply awkward, frozen in place.

He knew that once this spread, even jumping into the Yellow River wouldn’t wash him clean—explaining would only make things worse, yet not explaining was equally problematic.

In contrast, this Senior Sister greeted the elders with graceful ease: “Uncles and aunts, I am… Kuang’s friend. It’s my first time meeting you all. I hope you’re well.”

“Good, good, very good,” Ye Aojin replied, then couldn’t resist scolding the dazed young man: “Hey, why are you just standing there? Hurry up and invite your friend inside.”

“Ah? Oh…” Ye Kuang snapped back to reality and, lowering his voice, threatened: “Senior Sister, I’m warning you—don’t say anything you shouldn’t. Otherwise, you know how ruthless I can be.”

“Alright, alright, I understand.”

This person was none other than the Eldest Senior Sister of the Kunlun Secret Realm Kun Dao Academy, Yun Mengshu!

For a moment, Ye Kuang had no choice but to remain vigilant, utterly perplexed by his Senior Sister’s cheerful and sociable demeanor.

Little did he know that his guarded expression only strengthened a certain resolve in Yun Mengshu’s heart.

After some time, Ye Zhennan grew increasingly delighted.

He, along with the others, believed that Ye Kuang—usually as dense as wood—had finally come to his senses and brought home a future wife.

Seeing this, Ye Aojin steered the conversation away, hinting: “Alright, alright, everyone. Since we have a rare guest, shouldn’t we take our leave?”

“Ah? Oh, right, right, we should go. Everyone, let’s go, hurry along.”

“Young Miss, this little one will take his leave now. Another day, I’ll ask you for tips on skincare. Remember, that’s our little secret.”

Witnessing this, Ye Kuang felt a chill run down his spine: Skincare? How old are you? What do you even know about it?

Moreover, he couldn’t help but resent how easily this Senior Sister had won over everyone, young and old: I’ve never seen you treat your nephew with such special care. The moment she shows up, you’re all ready to offer her your hearts on a platter…

At that moment, Ye Zhennan found an excuse to hastily drag Yang Qiu out the door, gently closing it behind them.They even glorified it by saying: “Tonight’s moment is worth a thousand pieces of gold, so naturally we must take a stroll after eating to aid digestion and promote good health.”