Pregnant with the Immortal Venerable's Child After Divorce - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Are you jealous?

Because of Yan Zhitiao, Yan Zhu had to leave the pleasure boat early with them. On the way back, Yan Zhu was still instructing A’Fu to play the part well.

A’Fu saw how conflicted he was and asked, “Master, why don’t you just say clearly that you don’t want to go back? The Yan family won’t force you.”

Yan Zhu shook his head and explained the situation with his uncle.

“I don’t want to make Uncle sad, but I won’t go back while Mother isn’t there, and I still won’t go back.” Yan Zhu’s words were vague and sounded a bit ambiguous, as if his mother had some conflict with the Yan family, so he had to quickly add, “The Yan family is very good.”

Qi Ranyin and Kong Fu didn’t understand, but A’Fu did.

He took Yan Zhu’s hand and said, “Then let’s leave now.”

Yan Zhu still shook his head and said, “I want to at least make it clear to Uncle. He’s just worried about me.”

Although this concern wasn’t that deep, after all, Yan Zhu spent very little time with him. His uncle was worried about him primarily because of his mother.

He had heard his mother say that her elder brother loved her very much.

A’Fu had no choice but to say, “Then I’ll continue to impersonate Senior Brother?”

Yan Zhu was about to nod when he heard Kong Fu say, “I can too.”

Yan Zhu looked at him strangely, “Do you have to compete for this too?”

Kong Fu nodded. Impersonating Wen Sucheng, and an undivorced Wen Sucheng at that, what was the difference from dating Yan Zhu?

But Yan Zhu refused, “You haven’t seen him. You won’t be able to act like him.”

Kong Fu chuckled, “What’s so hard about acting like a mute?”

Yan Zhu: “…My uncle definitely won’t ask me directly, but he’ll have Xiao Tao secretly follow us. You can’t just not say a word then.”

“They’re not familiar with Wen Sucheng,” Kong Fu said. “Besides, you’re divorced. Do you still want to leave a good impression of him on your elders?”

Yan Zhu suspected Kong Fu was sleepwalking. He was speechless, “What if Uncle thinks he treated me badly and insists on me going to Fengshan?”

Kong Fu thought going to Fengshan was quite good, easier than going to the Mingxin Sect.

Just as he was about to persuade him, he heard Yan Zhu say again, “Besides, you’re a demon cultivator. How can you impersonate Senior Brother well?”

Kong Fu said, “Your disciple’s cultivation level isn’t high enough.”

“Just say Senior Brother did it on purpose,” Yan Zhu said. “If all else fails, I can use an artifact to disguise his aura.”

Kong Fu frowned. He still wanted this job, but in terms of familiarity with Wen Sucheng, he was definitely completely defeated.

“Then how can I help you?” Kong Fu asked, still unwilling to give up.

Yan Zhu thought for a moment and said, “You can help my disciple with his appearance.”

Kong Fu was unhappy, “He already knows the situation. Why bother with the extra step?”

Yan Zhu frowned and said, “Even if she knows, the sight isn’t very pleasant. If you’re unwilling, I can do it myself.”

Kong Fu was at his wit’s end, and just as he was about to agree, A’Fu beat him to it, “He doesn’t know Senior Brother. Master, you should help me instead.”

Yan Zhu agreed.

His art of disguise wasn’t strong, but he had a magic treasure.

After returning, Yan Zhu found one in his Qiankun ring. It could not only change appearances but also conceal cultivation and aura. He had prepared it for emergencies.

After disguising A’Fu to look like Wen Sucheng, Yan Zhu gave a few more instructions: “You need to act more like him outside, and it’s best to show a little affection.”

The disguise was easy, but affection?

A’Fu frowned, “What counts as affection?”

The question stumped Yan Zhu.

Although he had experience with marriage, he had no experience with dating, so he couldn’t answer the question.

So he looked at Qi Ranyin: “Help me.”

Qi Ranyin thought he was asking for advice and immediately nodded.

“No problem…”

“You and Kong Fu demonstrate it for him.”

Their voices overlapped almost simultaneously. After hearing Yan Zhu’s request clearly, Qi Ranyin was dumbfounded, “Can’t we just talk about it?!”

“It’s easier with a demonstration, right?” Yan Zhu explained, “When Senior Brother taught A’Fu, he always demonstrated it first.”

Qi Ranyin was speechless, “What’s the difference between practicing the sword and being in love?”

Yan Zhu hesitated, “Aren’t they both learning?”

Qi Ranyin was silent.

After a while, he said, “It’s not entirely his fault that you two got divorced.”

Given the situation of these two, it was more likely they were hurting each other.

Qi Ranyin said with a blank face, “Haven’t you heard the saying ‘If you haven’t eaten pork, haven’t you seen the pig run?’ The simplest way to show affection is to kiss, hug, and buy things?”

Yan Zhu’s ears flushed when he heard this, “Does that count as affection?”

“Otherwise?” Qi Ranyin looked at him, “Did you and he do that often?”

Yan Zhu thought about it and shook his head.

Aside from being in bed, they rarely had any intimate contact, and they rarely even saw each other because Wen Sucheng was very busy.

Buying things was also rare.

Wen Sucheng had everything in his private collection, so there was no need to specifically buy anything for him.

Yan Zhu looked at A’Fu: “Let’s forget about kissing and hugging. We can go shopping.”

A’Fu hesitated upon hearing this, “How is that different from what we usually do?”

The question stumped Yan Zhu again.

When he shopped, A’Fu would rush to pay to show his filial piety, and Yan Zhu never stopped him from showing it. In that sense, there was indeed no difference.

After hesitating for a moment, Yan Zhu said, “Then holding hands.”

A’Fu subtly curved his lips.

Yan Zhu was momentarily stunned.

He had seen this face for many years, so familiar that he could trace every detail in his mind with his eyes closed, yet it was difficult to imagine too many expressions on this face.

Wen Sucheng rarely expressed joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness.

He was always expressionless, his features seeming carved, barely moving. Of course, he didn’t get angry, but many disciples in the sect feared him because he rarely smiled—so rarely that when Yan Zhu tried to recall the last time he smiled, it was counted in centuries.

The only time he seemed human was probably when they were in bed.

Very occasionally, just before things reached a climax, he would suddenly stop and kiss him. That was one of the few times he could glimpse a hint of desire in Wen Sucheng’s eyes.

Naked, intense, incongruous, a desire completely unlike Wen Sucheng.

Yan Zhu suddenly felt a little novelty: “Smile for me again.”

A’Fu obediently curved his lips.

Yan Zhu’s eyes immediately curved: “How beautiful is that? It would be great if Senior Brother would smile more often. He walks around with a deadpan face all day, I don’t know who he’s showing it to.”

A’Fu stopped talking.

If Yan Zhu liked it, he could smile more, but Wen Sucheng… it wasn’t suitable.

Fortunately, Yan Zhu didn’t dwell on it and just said, “You should smile more these two days.”

A’Fu readily agreed.

Yan Zhu took him out to the street the next day.

Although Yan Zhu had told Yan Zhitiao that Wen Sucheng was “disguised” because he was too famous, A’Fu was actually walking the streets with his face, yet it didn’t cause any commotion.

Immortal Venerable Jiangxue was famous, and everyone knew he was good-looking, but few knew exactly how good-looking. Even if one or two people recognized him, they wouldn’t come up to greet him.

After all, his coldness was also well-known.

Sensing someone following them, Yan Zhu triumphantly told A’Fu, “See? I told you she would secretly follow us. Maybe Uncle is watching now too.”

A’Fu’s back straightened a little. He pulled Yan Zhu to the nearest shop, but after stopping, he didn’t know what to say.

Qi Ranyin said to buy things for him, did he mean to buy everything?

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Yan Zhu pick out a clay figurine from the shelf. It was a Mohelo, very popular among the people, but much more refined than those chubby dolls. It was life-sized, some joints were movable, and the clothes were made of excellent material, looking like a twelve or thirteen-year-old child.

A’Fu was about to ask if he wanted to buy it when he heard Yan Zhu ask, “Does it look like you?”

A’Fu leaned closer to look. The face was finely painted and very pretty, but it didn’t resemble him. The only thing related was the pair of fluffy ears on the doll’s head.

Yan Zhu pointed to the ears and said, “Look at the clothes. They are white, just like yours, but there’s no tail.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the boss walked over and said with a smile, “There is one. It’s hidden under the clothes.” She lifted the doll’s outer garment, revealing a truly fluffy tail underneath. “This is made with a magnet, so it can be removed, and the ears too.”

The boss took off the white tail and replaced it with a few others in different colors. It was a very versatile cat.

Yan Zhu liked it very much and asked, “Are there other clothes in the shop?”

The boss immediately led him to the place where the clothes were kept and explained, “All the dolls in the shop are the same size, and the clothes are interchangeable.”

Yan Zhu handed the little figure to A’Fu and turned to pick out clothes.

A’Fu stood beside him, looking at the doll, and muttered, “How is this different from a spirit puppet? A spirit puppet can move.”

“Then what’s the difference between a spirit puppet and a person? People can move too,” Yan Zhu picked two sets of clothes and placed them next to the doll, smiling, “The smaller one has a different kind of cuteness.”

A’Fu couldn’t understand.

He could see a little cuteness in those chubby Mohelo, but where was the cuteness in this doll that couldn’t carry things and whose appearance resembled a real person?

But he didn’t ask. As long as Yan Zhu liked it, that was fine.

Yan Zhu bought a pile of clothes and then carried the doll to the counter.

A’Fu paid while staring at the doll sitting peacefully in Yan Zhu’s arms. His brows couldn’t help but furrow.

Yan Zhu used to carry him when they went out.

“Master,” A’Fu said softly, “I don’t want to walk anymore.”

He had never said anything like this before. Yan Zhu initially thought he was tired and wanted to go back, but seeing A’Fu constantly staring at the doll in his arms, he felt it wasn’t the case.

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly smiled and raised an eyebrow at him: “Are you jealous?”

A’Fu pursed his lips and didn’t speak.

Before, when he made that expression with Wen Sucheng’s face, Yan Zhu had no resistance. Now, seeing this, he was even more helpless and could only coax him, “I’ll put it down when we get back.”

A’Fu held out his hand, “You can put it away.”

Yan Zhu looked like he was thinking, “I can’t do anything with you,” and put the doll into his Qiankun ring.

Seeing him like this, A’Fu felt a little guilty instead.

It was just an inanimate object. What was there to be jealous of?

Thinking of this, he looked at the boss again: “Can you customize them?”

The boss was surprised, then nodded, “Of course, but customization takes more time, and the price is much higher.”

A’Fu was not short of money. He immediately gave the boss a bag of spirit stones and said, “Make two, one in our image. Use the rest for clothes.”

The boss agreed and had the attendant use a memory stone to record the appearances of the two. Only then did she open the bag and glance inside, and her expression immediately stiffened, “Are you trying to buy my shop?”

A’Fu looked at Yan Zhu hesitantly. Seeing his expression was also a bit rigid, he said, “Keep it. Prepare two of all the new products in the future, and send them to Fenxue Peak in the Mingxin Sect when they’re finished.”

After he finished speaking, he pulled Yan Zhu away. Yan Zhu followed behind, smiling, “So that’s what Ran Yin meant.”

A’Fu looked at him confusedly.

Yan Zhu explained, “If it were Senior Brother, he would probably really buy the shop.”

A’Fu’s movements paused upon hearing this.

He had indeed thought about it just now, but he thought Yan Zhu wouldn’t like that.

“No, he wouldn’t,” A’Fu lowered his eyes and whispered, “If Master said he didn’t like it, Senior Brother wouldn’t do it.”

Yan Zhu was stunned.

“I wouldn’t say that to Senior Brother,” Yan Zhu pouted, then whispered something very softly.

A’Fu suddenly felt annoyed that his hearing was too good.

He heard Yan Zhu say that they were different.

Yan Zhu liked A’Fu so much, so he definitely didn’t like Wen Sucheng.

He looked at Yan Zhu, at Kong Fu who was hiding far away like Yan Zhitiao, and at the people around them who were eager to approach Yan Zhu, and a bold and wicked thought suddenly arose in his mind.

But the thought only lasted for a moment before disappearing.

They were master and disciple.

A’Fu’s gaze returned to Yan Zhu and he asked, “Where else do you want to go?”

Yan Zhu thought for a moment and whispered, “Let’s go to the Matchmaker Temple. We’re close, so we would definitely go there, right?”

A’Fu nodded.

The Matchmaker Temple was right in the center of the town, built like a palace. It could be seen from afar, so there was no need to ask for directions.

There were many people in the temple, but the place was large, so it wasn’t crowded.

As soon as they entered, they saw several huge Bodhi trees, full of red ribbons, looking like a tree full of red flowers.

Yan Zhu didn’t know what to do first when he arrived here. Just as he was about to follow a couple he randomly picked out, A’Fu leaned in and whispered, “First, light incense. After lighting incense, you can donate for merit. After donating, they will give you a red string and ribbons. After tying them, you can go and have your fortune told about your match. The food here is also delicious.”

Yan Zhu was surprised, “How do you know?”

“I asked,” A’Fu said. “Let’s go.”

Yan Zhu nodded dumbly and followed him, thinking in his head how thoughtful his disciple was.

When Senior Brother took the sect disciples to other sects before, he would also plan the itinerary very carefully. The sect disciples only had to follow him. Although the schedule was very rigid and lacked freedom, it was a good thing not to have to think for oneself.

And A’Fu learned it, and he didn’t have so many rules!

Yan Zhu asked with a smile, “What else did you learn from Senior Brother?”

A’Fu replied, “I’ll learn whatever Master wants me to learn.”

Yan Zhu was even happier: “Don’t learn his rigidity. It’s not cute, and you won’t find a little cat you like in the future.”

A’Fu said no more. He followed him into the Matchmaker Temple, watching the group of people kneeling on the prayer mats and making devout wishes. A look of respect also appeared on their faces.

They bought incense and found two empty prayer mats to kneel on.

But Yan Zhu didn’t know what to pray for, so he looked at A’Fu beside him and asked, “What are you praying for?”

A’Fu answered without hesitation, “To grow old together with my sweetheart.”

Yan Zhu was stunned, “You have a sweetheart?”

A’Fu didn’t answer. Instead, he closed his eyes and began to pray devoutly.

Yan Zhu stopped bothering him and also bowed with the incense, but he didn’t think of anything. Only when the incense was placed in the burner did he briefly think of Wen Sucheng.

Would Wen Sucheng accompany him to a place like this?

After lighting the incense, Yan Zhu saw that A’Fu was still making a serious wish. He couldn’t help but smile and walked outside to wait.

Just as he stepped out of the door, a fluffy orange cat walked over and looked up at him with its little head.

Yan Zhu raised an eyebrow, bent down, and stroked its head, “Your cultivation isn’t low, little cat. Do you have a partner yet?”

The orange cat rubbed against his leg and let out a soft “meow”: “Tell me if you give me something delicious.”

Yan Zhu smiled, took out a spiritual fruit that demon cultivators loved, and handed it to the cat. After it took a bite, he said, “I’ll introduce you to a beautiful male cat when you finish eating.”

The orange cat’s fur instantly bristled upon hearing this. It pushed the spiritual fruit toward Yan Zhu and let out a low meow. Yan Zhu didn’t understand, but he guessed the cat was cursing very loudly.

He burst out laughing, gave it a few more spiritual fruits, and reached out to stroke its furry head, saying, “Go play.”

After saying that, he was about to go back and find A’Fu when he saw him walking over, clutching a large bundle of red ribbons.

Yan Zhu smiled upon seeing this, “How much did you donate?”

A’Fu didn’t answer. He just walked over and handed the ribbons to him.

“All for me?” Yan Zhu was stunned. He reached out to take them, and a red string wrapped around his wrist.