Chapter 295 - For the Sake of Transmigration

Chapter 295: For the Sake of Transmigration
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Shen Ying scanned him from head to toe and gave him a weird look. As if thinking of something, her expression changed. Her eyes twinkled.
Father Niu, you’re very right! I’ve decided to listen to you!


Ah! Huh?
She’s agreeing just like that?

We already agreed – Father Niu is giving me permission to do it.


What… What?
Agree? What did we agree on?

So you have to bravely take responsibility if anything goes wrong in the future, hey?




What do you mean?
Lonemoon looked confused. Bravely take responsibility? Speak clearly!

Shen Ying did not respond to him. She walked briskly to the kitchen and excitedly dragged Chef out to the living room.

Mas… Master?
Chef looked lost.
Is there something urgent?


Come back with me and talk about life.


Ah! Huh?
Yi Qing paused.
Master, what did you want to say?


Let’s get on the bed before we talk!
She opened the door and pushed Yi Qing onto the bed. There was a huge crash and the door was closed.
Lonemoon,
…

Hey, hey, hey, practice some abstinence. Mind your image. What are you trying to do in broad daylight? And he was still here as a lightbulb. He did not want to hear any weird sounds!

Before Yi Qing could react, Shen Ying leaned over really closely. She was almost stuck to his body.



Mas…
His heart began to race wildly. Before he could speak, Shen Ying’s cold voice sounded by his ear.

Chef, I want a way to go back to that world.

Yi Qing hesitated, then his eyes widened. He could go back?!

Master, together!
He asked anxiously.

Yes.
Shen Ying nodded before leaning closer again.
But… you might have to be put at a disadvantage.


All right!


I haven’t said what I have to do and you’re agreeing?


I’ll trust whatever Master says.


…
Shen Ying kept silent. she averted her gaze uncomfortably. A moment later, she said in a low voice,
Well… you know that theoretically, my older sister would never allow me to leave this plane. If I suggest it, there will only be one outcome.


Wh… What?




She will break my leg or break both of your legs!


…


Unless… I have the power to be independent.


Independent?
He stared blankly at her. Master is so powerful, and they had already shown that she was the strongest in the plane. How was she not independent?

That’s not how we see things in my household.
Shen Ying pursed her lips.
My older sister’s idea of independence is… to start a family.

Yi Qing paused. He finally understood what she was saying and nodded.
I will play along with Master.


Well… Let’s make things clear first. I’m not trying to play with your feelings!
Shen Ying tried to explain.
You’re great and I do like you a little, but not to that extent. To me, relationships are unnecessary. I had no intention of getting into a relationship. That’s why I’m used to you playing my chef rather than my boyfriend. I’m not sure if I will become like you in the future or if I will forever-


Master.
Yi Qing cut her off. His eyes began to well up.
I know. I never wanted to change anything. This… is great!
He never hoped for her to return his feelings. He was satisfied just being allowed to stay by her side. In those long and dreadful 3000 years, all he dreamt of was being reunited with her. Now that he was, he had no other wishes!
However…

Master, can you promise me something?




Yes?


No matter what Master decides, I will always be Master’s disciple and chef. If there comes a day that Master intends to…
date
, can you… can you consider me first?

Shen Ying paused.
A while later…

All right!


A few moments later.

Master.


Yes?


Why are we discussing this in the cupboard?




… My older sister will hear us.


So.. she won’t hear you if you climb on top of me?


…

Er, they should probably sit down instead.

A… another moment later.

Master.


Yes?


Will your older sister really break my leg?


Don’t worry, Father Niu is here. She will break his first!


…


Then… she won’t have energy to break ours.


…

—
Lonemoon’s back felt chilly from time to time recently. No matter how he tried to activate his immortal Qi, he could not warm himself up. His right eyelid also would not stop twitching. It was almost like something huge was about to happen. It could be that the plane was rejecting him. Somehow, he just felt like something was amiss.
Chef and Shen Ying, on the other hand, seemed to really be an item now. Yet, they didn’t look one bit like a couple. Shen Ying continued gaming every single day, slumping around like a pile of mud. Chef was still Chef. Each time he looked at Shen Ying, he looked a little more focused, like he had figured something out. He was no longer cooking more than ten dishes a day. The two of them were exactly the way they used to be.
It made Lonemoon suspect whether he had imagined Shen Ying dragging Yi Qing into the room for half a day.

Are you really together?
It really did not look like it!
Lonemoon had been planning to buy the apartment across from Shen Ying so as to avoid any awkward situations. Yet, that very night, Chef continued to sleep in his own room. He did not look like he had the slightest intention to move to Shen Ying’s room.
Shen Ying hesitated and turned to face him. She curled her finger toward Yi Qing, who was holding fruits at the time.
Chef, come here!


Master?
Yi Qing paused cutting his fruits and looked over in confusion.
Shen Ying reached out and grabbed his collar, then pulled him toward her. She planted a kiss squarely on his lips without any hesitation. Yi Qing, on the other hand, immediately dropped all the fruits he had been holding and blushed.
She turned to face Lonemoon.
How’s that?


…

Was this animal abuse?

Lonemoon was just about to pass a sarcastic comment when they heard something falling to the floor. They turned and saw that a figure had just landed. Shen Jing, who had been gone for several days, was now standing in front of them.
Lonemoon,
…

Yi Qing:
…

Shen Ying, who was still holding on to Yi Qing’s collar:
…

Shen Jing scanned the group coolly, her expression darkening, so her face looked like the bottom of a wok. The temperature in the room dropped.
The entire house was now filled with a palpable silence.
As if something illuminated his mind, Lonemoon suddenly understood why he had been feeling cold intermittently over the past few days. Suddenly, what Shen Ying said to him previously made sense.
Lonemoon was so caught up with the drama that he had forgotten there was a Demon King in Shen Ying’s own house, who was a control-freak over her own sister. Faintly, Lonemoon heard a bell ringing in the distance.
Two words repeated themselves constantly in his mind – he’s dying, he’s dying, he’s dying…