A Little First Love Shock for the Demon Lord - Chapter 28.1

In the past, Minglou divided his life into two stages.

The first stage was before his demonic bones awakened. His birth mother despised him, his clan mocked him, and Chen Wuxiu treated him like a dog to be beaten and humiliated at will, finding amusement in his suffering. Back then, he endured countless cruel and cutting words, tormented repeatedly by pain and fury. Eventually, he resolved to etch every insult into his memory.

The second stage began after his demonic bones awakened. He trampled those who had once scorned him beneath his feet, stormed the Demon Palace, severely wounded Chen Wuxiu, and cruelly skinned and dismembered him.

Although Chen Wuxiu managed to escape under the protection of his subordinates, Minglou’s feat was unmatched in the entire Demon Realm. In the end, he rose to become the new Sovereign of Ten Thousand Demons—and learned to wield cutting words as a daily weapon.

To him, words themselves were never wrong. The fault lay with the weak, who had forfeited the right to speak harsh truths because of their fragility.

But today, for the first time, he realized that some words were inherently wrong.

Silence could spare others pain—and himself, too.

The summer breeze swept through the flower field, causing blossoms to sway with delicate grace. Five children chased one another along the field’s edge, their laughter echoing across the petals.

Ying Ning walked into the sea of flowers, the rich fragrance soothing her restless heart.

With this calm settling in, she couldn’t help but wonder—had she been too harsh with Minglou just now?

After a moment, she shook her head.

What she said was true. Truth wasn’t cruelty. And so, she must not allow herself to soften.

With that thought, she continued forward.

Aunt Li was crouched in the center of the field, carefully clipping blooming flowers and placing them into a bamboo basket after a bit of trimming.

Turning her head, she saw Ying Ning approaching and called out with a smile, “Ah Ning, what brings you here?”

Ying Ning quickened her pace and jogged to Aunt Li’s side. “I came to see if you need any help.”

“No need,” Aunt Li replied. “Not many people want flowers these days, I can manage.”

Ying Ning crouched down, took a small trowel from Aunt Li’s basket, and said, “I’ve got nothing better to do—might as well turn the soil for the flowers.”

Knowing she couldn’t stop her, Aunt Li didn’t try to argue. But as she was about to turn her gaze away, she caught sight of a figure standing in the direction Ying Ning had come from—like a ghostly specter.

Squinting, she realized it was Minglou.

Clad in black, he stood not far off, expression dark, eyes lifeless, as if a cloud of sorrow floated above his head.

Aunt Li clicked her tongue and leaned toward Ying Ning, whispering, “What’s wrong with that boy staying at your place? He looks like a freshly dead ghost full of resentment—scared me half to death!”

Ying Ning paused for a beat before continuing her work, replying coolly, “I don’t know what’s wrong with him.”

Aunt Li’s eyes lit up at her tone.

A quarrel?

Good, good—just perfect timing to take care of that matter today!

Her mind began spinning, forming a plan. She patted Ying Ning on the shoulder and said, “Ah Ning, I need to run home real quick. Wait here for me. Don’t go anywhere, alright?”

With that, she stood and hurried off in a flurry.

Ying Ning watched her rush off, puzzled by what could make Aunt Li so flustered.

She bent her head and kept working. After finishing one row of flowers, she stood up to stretch her sore shoulders and waist.

That’s when Minglou suddenly appeared behind her, his voice low: “You’re tired? If you’re tired, then don’t do this.”

He had appeared too suddenly—Ying Ning hadn’t expected it, and it startled her.

Seeing her reaction, Minglou knew he had failed again.

He had meant to be considerate and gentle, but the outcome was far from ideal.

He cleared his throat, softened his voice, and leaned down slightly to say again, “If you’re tired, you don’t need to do this.”

Ying Ning turned to look at him suspiciously, then replied slowly, “I’m not tired.”

With that, she walked toward the next row of flowers.

Minglou followed immediately. “Then let me help you.”

That caught Ying Ning’s curiosity. She turned and asked, “You know how to turn soil and fertilize flowers?”

Seeing her finally speak to him, Minglou’s heart fluttered with joy. He answered eagerly, “I just watched you do it. I already know how.”

As he spoke, he waved his sleeve across the flower field.

When Ying Ning looked, the entire field had been neatly turned and fertilized.

To make her happy, he even enhanced the field further.

Where there had once been a single bloom per stem, now each stem bore seven or eight blossoms.

The flowers burst open all at once, transforming the field into a billowing sea of color. It was so dense that Ying Ning couldn’t even see her feet through the bloom.

If that sudden burst of flowers wasn’t enough, she also noticed something that absolutely should not have appeared—

A Seven-Colored Flower!

Her eyes widened in shock as she looked around the field before turning back to Minglou. “What are you doing?!”

Minglou plucked one of the seven-colored blooms and held it out to her. “Don’t you like it?”

Ying Ning didn’t take the flower. She tried to step forward but was hemmed in by the dense blossoms, unable to move. Lowering her voice, she said urgently, “You made the field look like this—what if someone sees and thinks you’re a demon?!”

Minglou thought for a moment before answering seriously, “But I am a demon.”

“But still—” Ying Ning cut herself off. She had just spotted five children outside the flower field, staring at them with mouths agape.

Oh no!

She lifted her skirts and tried to rush to them, but the crowded blossoms made it nearly impossible to move.

Frustrated, she barked, “Turn it back. Now!”

Minglou froze.

This was the first time Ying Ning had given him an order.

He hated being ordered around.

But Ying Ning was different. He liked being under her control.

Suppressing the glee bubbling up inside, Minglou snapped his fingers. In a blink, the field returned to normal.

Ying Ning dashed out of the flowers, stopped in front of the five children, and asked nervously, “Did you all see that just now?”

The five children nodded dazedly.

Flustered, Ying Ning tried to explain, “Actually… you didn’t see anything. Nothing happened. You mustn’t tell your families about this, alright?”

As she spoke, Minglou also walked over.

The children pointed at him and shouted in unison—

“Flower Fairy!”

Ying Ning covered her face in dismay.

‘Flower Fairy’? Really? Minglou?

Still… maybe that could work as a way to pacify them.

Minglou was about to sternly correct the children when Ying Ning jumped in.

“Yes, that’s right, he’s the Flower Fairy. He sometimes helps the field bloom beautifully. But you must keep it a secret—if anyone finds out, he’ll have to return to the heavens and never come back.”

Hearing this, the children nodded solemnly and gazed at Minglou in awe.

He raised an eyebrow and gave up on correcting them.

Fine, whatever Ying Ning said he was—he’d accept it.

After the children were coaxed away, Ying Ning turned serious and asked Minglou, “Why did you do that just now?”

Minglou stepped closer and answered softly, “I didn’t want you to be tired. I just… wanted to make you happy.”

Ying Ning fell silent.

That line tugged at her heart a little.

But she quickly steadied herself and asked, displeased, “Are you pitying me again?”

Minglou froze. “No…”

But Ying Ning cut him off. “Minglou! You don’t have to pity me all the time. Everyone has to work to live. And I chose to help Aunt Li—there’s nothing pitiful about that!”

With that, she brushed past him and strode back into the flower field.

Minglou remained rooted in place, feeling a touch of bitterness in his chest.

That wasn’t what he meant at all.

He was about to chase after her when Luo Su suddenly jumped out in front of him.

“My Lord! I saw what you just did—I understand your intentions completely!” he exclaimed with excitement.

Minglou frowned, confused.

Luo Su waved his hands animatedly. “I finally get it! You’re being so gentle and considerate because you’re trying to win Miss Ying Ning’s heart—so she’ll fall into your arms willingly, and you can easily reclaim your powers! No wonder you suddenly don’t want to leave—so it’s all part of your masterful charm offensive! Genius!”

He went on and on, oblivious to how cold Minglou’s face had turned.

Minglou wanted to slap Luo Su into the horizon—but he caught sight of Ying Ning watching him from afar.

Right. He had to maintain his gentle persona.

Resisting the urge to lash out, Minglou patted Luo Su’s cheek lightly and, through gritted teeth, said, “Luo Su, can you shut up—and get away from me?”

Luo Su grinned and nodded—but didn’t move an inch. “My Lord, now that you’re finally focused on regaining your power, I can rest easy…”

While Luo Su rambled on, Minglou heard Aunt Li’s voice behind him.

“Oh, just trust me—our Ah Ning is smart, kind, and beautiful. Anyone who marries her would be blessed for generations!”

Minglou turned and saw Aunt Li returning—with Matchmaker Sun in tow. So, Ying Ning hadn’t been looking at him just now—she had been watching Aunt Li.

Matchmaker Sun’s eyes curved like crescent moons as she followed Aunt Li, a sly air about her. She walked straight past Minglou, heading for Ying Ning.

Luo Su kept babbling, “My Lord, if you need anything for the charm offensive, I’ll fully support—”

But Minglou hadn’t heard a word since Matchmaker Sun appeared.

He shoved Luo Su aside and followed behind Aunt Li.

When Aunt Li and Matchmaker Sun stopped in front of Ying Ning, she asked in confusion, “Aunt Li, who is this…?”

“This is Matchmaker Sun. I asked her to find you a good match. She’s here to get a look at you today,” Aunt Li said.