They all became female demons after being reborn.

Chapter 14 A Plan to Turn the Tide

"Miss Shen, you're too kind." Wu Cheng's smile was honest and simple.

Shen Yeshu is not as simple as she appears on the surface.

To know whether someone is good-looking, you can't just look at their facial features. At most, you can just say that the sisters have great natural features.

This requires a combination of factors, including skin, appearance, figure, and temperament.

In his past life, Wu Cheng volunteered at a celebrity meet-and-greet when he was in college. Even male and female celebrities who looked ordinary on TV stood out from the crowd in real life.

Similarly, although Qingque is a maid, she is a prince's maid, and she also has her own secrets and is highly skilled in martial arts.

Bai Suyi is the young sect leader of the Wentian Sect.

The confidence they exuded, combined with their striking figures and appearances, made them so dazzling.

Shen Yeshu, the daughter of a small estate, was surprisingly no less beautiful, elegant, or graceful than Qingque and Bai Suyi.

On what grounds? On what grounds? On what grounds her father was a former notorious gangster?

Moreover, although Wu Cheng did not understand how the martial arts realms were divided in this world, he had a vague idea of ​​what a master was like by observing Mei Gensheng, Qing Que, Bai Suyi, and Shen Tianba.

Shen Yeshu's breathing was extremely light and even. Even with Wu Cheng's hearing, which was at the peak of his mastery of the "Heavenly Dao Scroll," he could hardly hear her breathing. This must be a sign of her profound internal strength!

Shen Yeshu spoke softly, "Last night, Father spoke highly of Young Master Mei, praising him endlessly. I thought it was an exaggeration, but after meeting him today, I realize that Father was still being somewhat conservative."

Wu Cheng smiled and waved his hand, "Miss Shen, you flatter me."

So enthusiastic? This woman doesn't seem like a good person!

Shen Yeshu pursed her pale lips, then exchanged a few more polite words with Wu Cheng.

But when she was personally pouring tea for Wu Cheng, her fingertips accidentally touched the back of Wu Cheng's hand. Then, as if she had been electrocuted, she pulled her fingers back sharply, and even two very faint blushes appeared on her pale porcelain face. She lowered her head and whispered her apology.

Wu Cheng was polite on the surface, but he was on high alert in his heart.

This woman is quite skilled in martial arts; could she accidentally touch her own hand while pouring tea?

Was it intentional or just an accident?

Miss Shen's acting was superb, but unfortunately, she still had flaws. The occasional hint of a broken widow's demeanor didn't quite fit the image of an innocent, well-bred young lady.

Besides, her martial arts skills have already been exposed.

Wu Cheng exchanged perfunctory pleasantries with her, and after a few rounds of tea, he burst into hearty laughter. Shen Tianba lifted the bamboo curtain and walked in.

Today he wore a dark red brocade robe with floral patterns, and his ruddy complexion made him look just like a wealthy country bumpkin.

"It seems that Young Master Mei and my daughter had a very pleasant conversation! Good! Very good! Excellent!"

Shen Tianba sat down next to Wu Cheng, patted him on the shoulder, then turned to Shen Yeshu with a smile and said, "Shu'er, what do you think of Young Master Mei?"

Shen Yeshu lowered her beautiful eyes slightly, her porcelain-like cheeks flushed, "It's all up to Father to decide."

Wu Cheng sneered inwardly.

If you agree, it means you're entirely at your father's mercy; if you disagree, you'll be reborn as a slave in your next life.

Shen Tianba laughed heartily, then turned to Wu Cheng, "Young Master Mei, I have only one daughter, whom I have always cherished. If you do not mind, how about we arrange the marriage in front of all the guests today? After this matter is settled, I will personally escort you back to the Mei family to complete the wedding."

He spoke in a very loud voice, as if he was afraid that Wu Cheng would change his mind.

Moreover, his eyes were red and his voice was a little choked up, truly portraying a loving father who was worried sick about his daughter's marriage.

Wu Cheng couldn't help but sigh, no wonder everyone says acting is the profession with the worst acting skills, this guy is really giving it his all.

It's funny, though; this old bastard's words were all a test and an attempt to shift the blame.

Should we send them back to the Mei family to get married?

Once this is confirmed, everyone's attention will turn to him, the "eldest son of the Mei family in the capital".

This bastard probably plans to get some kind of key to unlock the "Sun Lang Treasure Vault" and hand it to him in front of everyone.

Of course, they wouldn't actually give out the keys; at most, they'd give out some silver notes or something similar.

But at that time, Wu Cheng couldn't open it in person because of face-saving, and after that, when people came to his door, he had no way to explain himself.

And that old bastard can then make a nice exit.

There's no such thing as a free lunch.

Wu Cheng sneered inwardly, but outwardly bowed and said, "I will leave it to the Master's arrangements."

At this time, the less you talk, the less likely you are to make a mistake.

Shen Tianba nodded in satisfaction, then stood up and said, "Then it's settled. I will announce this to all the guests at the lunch banquet today."

He took two steps and then turned back. "By the way, my dear son-in-law, I will also give you a portion of the dowry I prepared for my daughter in public as proof. Please keep it safe then."

Sure enough! They're going to hand over the "treasure key" to him in front of everyone.

Wu Cheng's smile grew even brighter, and he even changed his form of address, "Father-in-law, rest assured, I have no other merits. I'm just lucky to have lived this long. Even the hottest thing will cool down once it falls into my hands."

I don't care what you have or what you don't; once it's in my hands, it's mine.

As I always say, when it comes to taking advantage of someone, don't skip the next page!

Shen Tianba's eyes flickered. This kid didn't seem so naive. There was a hidden meaning in his words.

However, he didn't delve into it. In the end, the blame was shifted after only an hour. Even if the kid had some suspicions, what kind of reaction could he make in such a short time?

The more troublesome one now is Bai Suying from the Wentian Sect. What exactly is her purpose in coming here?

Could it be that the Wentian Sect is also interested in Sun Lang's treasure vault?

That would be even better. If it comes to confronting the Burial Path, the Asking Heaven Sect is definitely a better choice than the clueless Mei family of the capital.

Shen Tianba chatted and laughed for a few more minutes before leaving, looking preoccupied.

Only Wu Cheng and Shen Yeshu remained in the pavilion, along with a maid standing in the corner like a ghost.

Shen Yeshu's gaze met Wu Cheng's, and then she lowered her head to sip her tea as if she had been electrocuted. Sunlight filtered through the bamboo curtain, casting fine golden lines on her face and obscuring her eyes.

Wu Cheng chuckled and immediately stood up to sit next to her. Shen Yeshu stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed. She glanced at Wu Cheng and saw him smiling at her. She shuddered and then slowly lowered her head, a blush rising from her ears.

That air of a charming widow, carrying a sense of brokenness, a desire to refuse yet a shy reluctance... made Wu Cheng feel utterly overwhelmed.

This woman is so good at it! Wu Cheng even suspected that her aura was deliberately put on.

But it doesn't matter!

Now that the formalities have been agreed upon, let's take advantage of her first! Let's also see what she's capable of.

Wu Cheng picked up his teacup and drank it all in one gulp. Then Shen Yeshu picked up the teapot and poured him some tea.

Wu Cheng then took the opportunity to touch Shen Yeshu's hand, saying, "My wife, don't be anxious. Let's talk things out."

Shen Yeshu's soft, boneless hand trembled slightly, then she struggled a little but couldn't break free, so she simply let Wu Cheng hold it.

She turned her head to the side, her voice barely audible, "This humble woman is not yet married, my husband, please don't do this..."

Oh my!

Wu Cheng didn't use any force at all; she deliberately didn't break free!

Is it really worth sacrificing so much just to take the blame for yourself?

However, just as Wu Cheng was about to speak, a cold gaze, almost tangible, suddenly pierced his collar from behind.

Wu Cheng subconsciously shrank back and turned around, only to see Qing Que staring at him with cold, expressionless eyes, the veins on the back of her hand gripping the umbrella handle at her waist showing...