CHAPTER 330: CHAPTER 309: TAKING FLIGHT

Lu Manluo saw her father-in-law like this and knew the old man was sick again.

"Dad’s confused again, you should take him back first!" Lu Manluo looked at her husband.

Bai Maolin nodded and stepped forward to help his father, only to be pushed away by the old man.

Bai Maolin had his way and said loudly to his father, "Dad, let me help you go have a late-night snack."

The old man grinned when he heard about the snack and said to Bai Maolin, "That’s my good son. Listen, don’t just do everything your wife says, she’s so uptight..."

After the old man was taken away by Bai Maolin, Lu Manluo finally got a chance to talk to Yu Xiaolian.

"Yu sister, I’m sorry. The old man got confused and mistook you for thieves.

My father-in-law has been like this for the past few years, sometimes confused and sometimes clear-headed.

You say he’s confused, but he’s not completely out of it.

You say he’s not confused, yet sometimes he behaves childishly like a kid."

Yu Xiaolian thought, this must be some form of Alzheimer’s disease for the old man.

Seeing the old man’s argument with the servant named Fat Tiger, Yu Xiaolian realized something was off.

What respected elder would argue with a servant?

And which servant would dare to argue back with the master’s old man?

This Fat Tiger must be more than just an ordinary servant.

In the cold wind, Yu Xiaolian exchanged a few words with Lu Manluo before leaving with Su Jingchen.

It was too late, probably the hour of Xu now.

In ancient times, people slept early, and by the hour of Xu, the streets were deserted, except for the inns and taverns showing some faint lights. All the shops were already closed.

Su Jingchen took Yu Xiaolian’s hand again, "You weren’t scared just now, were you?"

Yu Xiaolian shook her head, "I’m not that easily frightened."

Su Jingchen originally wanted Yu Xiaolian to enjoy the fun of Qinggong, but carrying someone while flying turned out to be harder than he imagined. He didn’t quite control his strength.

Looks like he needs more practice in the future.

"Isn’t it bad that we damaged the Bai Family’s rooftop and then denied it?"

"Oh, the tiles on that old Bai house were brittle from the sun anyway, perfect time for a replacement." Truthfully, Yu Xiaolian felt a bit sheepish.

But admitting it would be too embarrassing, and if people knew she went rooftop running at night, she’d never hear the end of it in Luocheng.

At most, the next time Lu Manluo comes to pick up goods from the shop, I’ll give her extra freebies to make up for the Bai Family tiles.

"I didn’t expect you could really take me flying. I was on the rooftop in a blink, didn’t even have time to react.

Next time you’re going to fly again, give me a heads up, so I can brace myself." She hadn’t had a chance to fully enjoy it and was too occupied with fear.

Su Jingchen nodded, "Okay!"

Sure enough, his Lian’er still thought about flying, he really has to take time to practice Qinggong more.

Lately he’s been all about reading and not practicing much.

Now that Yu Xiaolian likes the feeling of being taken flying, he had to make sure to satisfy her.

"Your foot didn’t get hurt, did it?" In the dark, Su Jingchen couldn’t see if Yu Xiaolian was injured.

Yu Xiaolian did feel a tiny sting in her foot, but wasn’t sure how bad it was. Anyway, it didn’t seem severe, just a scrape from the tiles.

"I’m fine!" Yu Xiaolian said as she jumped around twice to show Su Jingchen.

Seeing she was indeed uninjured, Su Jingchen relaxed.

He regretted taking her to the rooftop on a whim.

Yu Xiaolian and Su Jingchen walked hand in hand towards the eastern part of the city.

Nearing Zhenpin Pavilion, Yu Xiaolian saw that her shop was still lit, knowing Zhao Erya was waiting for her.

"I’ll head back then?" Yu Xiaolian waved at Su Jingchen.

Su Jingchen nodded, "I’ll see you tomorrow at the hour of Wei!"

"Okay!" Yu Xiaolian replied, pulled her clothes tightly, and quickly ran into the store.

As Yu Xiaolian entered the shop, Zhao Erya greeted her, "Why so late? Next time, you shouldn’t do this without bringing Sun Mancang, let alone coming back so late.

Besides, it’s so cold walking back from the east of the city, you must be frozen through, right?"

Yu Xiaolian saw Zhao Erya fussing like a mother, showed her lotus-colored cotton jacket, "Cold? Just look how thick my mom made this jacket. I’m sweating.

And it’s not cold at all today!"

Whether others felt the chill, she wasn’t sure, but she didn’t feel cold. The cotton clothes made by her mother were meant to keep her warm.

Actually, since crossing over, Yu Xiaolian hadn’t been sick even once, no cold or flu, making the cold and fever medicines in her space useless.

"Today’s fine, but tonight seems gloomy. It’s likely to snow tomorrow, this one might settle, and then it’ll be cold. You should venture less outside." Zhao Erya fussed like an old mother.

Yu Xiaolian knew Zhao Erya meant well, but evaded her nagging by changing topics, "Where’s Sanya?"

Zhao Erya locked the shop doors, "She’s inside, probably already asleep."

"Let’s go upstairs then!" Yu Xiaolian took a candle from the counter and lit up the dark stairs.

After reaching the third floor, Yu Xiaolian turned on her solar-powered night light.

"How was business today?" Yu Xiaolian extinguished the candle, realizing they didn’t need it on the third floor with each room having solar night lights.

"Business was good, but people kept asking about our supply chain. I had Sun Mancang follow one guy, from a shop in the west selling cosmetics, maybe upset by our success.

When he first came, he sarcastically picked faults with our lips colors.

Then some female customers couldn’t stand his rudeness and helped scold him, he then got curious about our supply.

I told him we have our own workshop, which he didn’t believe and insisted on seeing it. No way I’d let him in there.

He can believe what he wants, but I won’t let him into our workshop.

Zhao Erya wasn’t the old her anymore.

She wasn’t a socialite, yet she handled common shop situations with ease and order.