Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses
Chapter 184 - 163 My Father is Tianjian (Seeking Subscription)_3
CHAPTER 184: CHAPTER 163 MY FATHER IS TIANJIAN (SEEKING SUBSCRIPTION)_3
Sitting across from her, Yuchi smiled and asked, "Yinghan, what kind of man do you like?"
After asking, he felt quite anxious.
Song Yinghan better not already be taken, this question is quite crucial.
"I don’t know." Song Yinghan shook her head, removing her mask amidst Yuchi’s relieved smile.
Her fingers gently loosened, propping up her chin, the exquisite hairpin swayed lightly, and her cheeks calmly faced the view outside.
She gazed longingly into the distance.
Outside the window’s gap, there lay a whole world.
The lights illuminated this long strand, twinkling like stars, the buildings varied in height, forming a unique beauty.
Yuchi stared somewhat dazedly at her profile.
Her side profile was truly stunning, an intellectual beauty, seemingly so fitting.
He then asked, "I wonder how you joined the Celestial Capital Department, Yinghan?"
"With your beauty, you really didn’t have to join the Celestial Capital Department."
"It’s pretty tough in the Celestial Capital Department, isn’t it?"
Yuchi was trying to get closer.
"My father is a Celestial Judge."
Her thin lips moved slightly, Song Yinghan’s face still facing the window, while her eyes lightly glanced towards Yuchi.
Mr. Yuchi the white-eyed wolf suddenly pouted, frowned, leaned back his neck, his face full of questions.
No way! God, are you kidding me?
Song Yinghan herself being a big shot was already impressive, like Xun Yu, they were at the level of the Golden Patrol.
And then she has a father who is a Celestial Judge?
A Celestial Judge is even more formidable than a big shot, isn’t that basically a Golden Core Stage monster?
If I start a relationship with Song Yinghan, will her father directly strike me down?
Wouldn’t I just become a live-in son-in-law?
After pondering for a moment, Yuchi straightforwardly asked, "What does your father like?"
"..."
Song Yinghan’s body shook slightly, clearly almost out of breath.
"Just like in the poems, we can establish a relationship first, and then cultivate feelings gradually," Yuchi said with a smile.
Song Yinghan blushed slightly from Yuchi’s teasing, "Don’t talk nonsense, my father will give you a severe beating."
"I’m not afraid, for Yinghan, I’m willing,"
Yuchi had a sincere look.
"In that case, tell me what your father likes?"
"After this matter is resolved, help me bring back some small gifts."
"Consider it as the first meeting gift from this future son-in-law."
"No way, I’d be risking your life," Song Yinghan regained her composure.
She stood up and opened the window, her shapely figure unfurling like a painting.
Her fingers gently pushed open the window, as it fully opened, the cool air outside rushed in.
The rain at this moment seemed even more nourishing.
"Then in the future," Yuchi smiled, with no intention of forcing.
But still asked, "This matter should have a conclusion the day after tomorrow, by then, you should be leaving."
"But once I’m done, how should I find you?"
Song Yinghan shook her head: "You won’t be able to find me."
"Across mountains and waters, you can’t possibly come to my side."
"So it can only be that I follow my father’s arrangements to find you, it can’t be you coming to find me."
"Okay, will you come to find me then?" Yuchi leaned his neck forward.
Song Yinghan’s finger pointed at Yuchi’s forehead, halting his motion.
"Nothing can be certain, I think you need to calm down," she said.
"From what I learned from your Uncle Bei, you like girls like me."
"But liking is one thing, you have your own life, avoid arrogance and impatience, take it slow."
"If we are truly destined, would we fear these obstacles?"
"But if we are not destined, no matter how much is said, it’s in vain."
Yuchi understood.
He sat back on the bench, smiling, "As always, if anything goes wrong, come find me, I’ll help you."
Song Yinghan did not respond.
The two of them then ate fruits while listening to the patter of rain outside.
Song Yinghan thought about it, maybe somewhat understanding the poetic atmosphere Yuchi mentioned last night.
This night is so beautiful.