CHAPTER 219: CHAPTER 164: FROM NOW ON, JUST FOLLOW ME, I WILL TREAT YOU WELL.

"This Wang Shouzhen actually dares to scold me!"

Murong Fenghua’s eyes narrowed slightly. From childhood to adulthood, no one had ever dared to speak to her like that. Although she had anticipated this sort of reaction while preparing for her role-play last night, Murong Fenghua realized she had overestimated her tolerance.

Forget it, I don’t want to act anymore. I won’t put up with this. I’ll crack open this kid’s skull first and see what’s going on.

[Be careful, the way she’s looking at you doesn’t bode well!]

[You poor fool, you’re going to drop dead on the spot!]

"Crap!"

Wen Zhixing’s heart leaped into his throat.

No way, Murong Fenghua holds a grudge like that? She wants to kill me just for a scolding? With such a temper, why the hell would she even role-play? Isn’t this just sickening?

With this thought, Wen Zhixing hastily coughed lightly before Murong Fenghua could act, his face showing a trace of shame as he said, "Cough... Xiao Rou, I’m sorry. Your senior brother just woke up and is a bit grumpy. I was wrong just now."

Regardless, I’ll be the first to apologize. Catch her off guard.

"Hm?"

Murong Fenghua, who had barely restrained herself from acting, paused.

This kid, why did he apologize so suddenly?

The hand she had raised slowly lowered.

"Xiao Rou, you haven’t had breakfast yet, have you? Come on, let’s eat together," Wen Zhixing said gently, a bright smile on his face.

"This... Senior Brother Wang..." Murong Fenghua came back to her senses, her face showing disbelief as she timidly replied, "Senior Brother Wang, you eat first. I’m not hungry..."

"How can that be? Even if you’re not hungry, you should eat something," Wen Zhixing feigned displeasure. "Since you’ve called me Senior Brother, you’re my Junior Sister as well. Come on, let’s eat together."

Saying this, he quickly approached, took the steamed bun from Murong Fenghua’s hand, and pulled her to sit down.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Wang." Murong Fenghua’s cheeks flushed faintly, her expression grateful.

"We don’t need to be so formal with each other," Wen Zhixing said with a light chuckle.

"Mhm."

Murong Fenghua felt something was off but couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

Suddenly, they both looked at each other and smiled, each thinking, What on earth is *this one* trying to pull?

Then they started to chat intermittently.

An inexplicable tension filled the air, which almost made Wen Zhixing lose his composure; he could only hide it behind his smile.

Fortunately, the murderous intent from Murong Fenghua was gone.

Murong Fenghua observed Wen Zhixing, her interest rekindling. This kid is actually quite interesting. Since that’s the case, I’ll properly play the role of Xiao Rou for now.

Wen Zhixing breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that Murong Fenghua’s murderous intent had dissipated. Dammit, that scared the hell out of me.

He had been genuinely frightened just now, especially when the prompt panel popped up; he had really panicked then.

Just then, Murong Fenghua gestured towards the room’s new decor. "Senior Brother Wang, look! I redecorated everything. Do you like it?" she asked, her eyes shining with the hopeful eagerness of a little girl seeking praise.

"I like it, of course I like it. You have good taste, Junior Sister." Wen Zhixing nodded, a hint of admiration on his face.

But inwardly he was complaining. Xiao Rou arranged all this. What does it have to do with you, Murong Fenghua? Shameless.

"As long as Senior Brother likes it, I’m happy." Upon hearing the praise, Murong Fenghua smiled shyly and nodded timidly.

"Junior Sister, as long as you arranged it, I’ll like it," Wen Zhixing said, looking at Murong Fenghua, his deep eyes full of affection.

No sooner had he finished speaking than he began to regret his words. Was that too abrupt?

"Senior Brother, is that really true..." Murong Fenghua’s cheeks immediately turned crimson, and she started to glance away shyly.

"Of course it’s true!" Wen Zhixing straightened up, patting his chest. "Don’t you know what kind of person I am?"

Since Murong Fenghua was determined to act, he had no choice but to play along.

"Then... then..." Murong Fenghua looked up, her face growing even redder. Her hands twisted together nervously. Finally, biting her lip, she mustered her courage and asked, "Then Senior Brother... will you take responsibility for me?"

"Huh?"

Wen Zhixing was completely caught off guard by this question.

Take responsibility? What is she talking about?

He looked down slightly, only to see the expectant look in Murong Fenghua’s eyes.

She got into character so quickly... Wen Zhixing felt a twinge of panic; faced with such a question, he struggled to find the right words.

Witnessing his reaction, the depths of Murong Fenghua’s eyes grew cold. Hmph... men. Men really are all the same. I was deceived by a man back then. My cultivation was high, but my worldly experience was too shallow. I thought I had encountered true love. But in the end, it was all just my fantasy. That so-called Son of Destiny was nothing more than a spy from an enemy faction. Everything he showed, it was all fake, all deliberately to curry favor with me. Fortunately, although I was born into the devil path, I’ve always conducted myself with integrity. Even though I had feelings for him, I didn’t give myself to him. In the end, most of my treasures were taken, and I almost lost my life because of it. That’s also why, even with the Wonderous Palace acting like this, I have no intention of interfering. I instinctively want to retaliate against men. If Wen Zhixing hadn’t proactively backed down just now, I might have struck him directly.