A Kiss, If Necessary

There was a brief silence on the other end. Feng Xian didn't respond.

Then, Tang Qianmiao heard Old Yu's voice, warm and filled with mirth, "Speaking of, you're actually this girl's junior disciple. Back when the old madam was still alive, she had you apprenticed to Master Songya for the blessing of Buddha's light. You became his nineteenth lay disciple, while she ranked eleventh. She used to call you 'junior brother' every day, it was absolutely adorable."

Old Yu's voice was kindly, tinged with amusement.

Tang Qianmiao's thoughts drifted back to that time, and a slight, mocking smile played on her lips.

Suddenly, Feng Xian's cold, indifferent voice broke the silence, "If she could be called adorable, then there are no adorable women left in this world."

Tang Qianmiao let out a quiet, disdainful chuckle, her smile icy and filled with contempt.

After finishing her bath, she casually dried her hair and walked out, grabbing a bottle of water and drinking from it.

Old Yu's voice came again, echoing in her ears—

"That girl's had it rough. For some reason, Tang Yi never liked her. Claimed she was cursed by bad luck and sent her off to a temple to be purified. A few months would have been enough, but he sent her away for over a decade! A young lady from such a prestigious family, yet she lived a life no different from a pauper's."

Old Yu's sigh was filled with sympathy, but to Tang Qianmiao, the words felt like a stab to her ears.

Her earlier amusement vanished, and her face became expressionless. Without a word, she took out her hearing aid and put it on.

The world instantly fell into silence.

Her phone buzzed, and she glanced at it.

[Mi: Darling, I'll be back in G country next week! ]

Tang Qianmiao responded nonchalantly.

[Tang: Welcome back.]

[Mi: (Kiss) Will you take me in? ]

[Tang: Five houses, pick whichever you like. I won't be staying in any of them.]

[Mi: Love you the most! (Kiss)]

Just as she finished replying, another message popped up from Qian Ru—

[Uncle Qian: Miao Miao, are you feeling better? ]

[Tang: I'm fine now. ]

[Uncle Qian: Don't mind me nagging, but you should visit Feng Xian to confirm. If his natural fragrance really has an effect, it could lead to developing a breakthrough medicine. ]

Tang Qianmiao sighed, her lips curving in resignation, and sent back an "OK" gesture.

[Uncle Qian: If necessary, you might want to give him a kiss—who knows, the effect could double! ]

[Tang: …You're incorrigible.]

[Uncle Qian: That's how they do it in the dramas! Hahaha]

Tang Qianmiao set her phone aside, no longer interested.

After drying her hair, she moved to the window, her gaze settling on the neighboring building.

The lights on the second floor were still on.

Her mother had tasked her with locating all of Feng Wei's research data, whether digital or in hard copy, leaving no stone unturned.

In the five days she had been here, she had already searched most of the places Feng Wei had lived—except for the two-story villa in front of her.

It was said that Feng Wei had used this villa for a period of time, but what for, no one knew.

She would have to take a look tonight.

With that thought in mind, her gaze locked onto the white Samoyed in the yard—Feng Xian's beloved dog.

The silly creature was playing with a ball, looking adorably clueless.

Tang Qianmiao gently turned the ring on her finger, and a thin, nearly invisible silver thread shot out from the ring, piercing the ball with a soft 'ding.'

The Samoyed's round eyes widened in confusion, and it looked up at her, puzzled.

She smiled at it and flicked her finger, sending the ball flying through a window in the neighboring building.

"Woof!"

The Samoyed barked excitedly and dashed toward the other house.

Tang Qianmiao leisurely slipped on a casual jacket and headed downstairs, walking unhurriedly toward the neighboring villa.