The River Gods Bridegroom

Xie Yu didn’t seem flustered in the slightest. He dressed himself with calm deliberation, his words sounding ruthlessly cold: “I only said I’d consider it; I never said I agreed.

“Besides, having someone I actually like as my fiancée—even if it’s just a pretense—makes me quite happy.”

Was he… confessing his feelings?

I was about to follow him out when Xie Yu glanced back at me. “No need to come out. Sleep a little longer; I can handle this.”

Are human men always this doting?

No wonder the Snail Maiden became such a hopeless romantic. Who could possibly resist this?

I didn’t know what Xie Yu said to her, but by the time I emerged at noon, the girl was already gone. Instead, I heard Xie Yu reprimanding a servant.

“Has the Xie household become a place where any outsider can just barge in?

“If a few small favors from Miss Mu were enough to make you open the door, then the Xie family is clearly no longer the place for you.”

The servant didn’t even get a chance to make an excuse; the young man before him had seen through his every thought.

Pale with terror, the servant did nothing but stammer apologies.

Once the servant had scurried away, Xie Yu turned and saw me.

The icy, lethal edge in his expression vanished instantly, replaced by a gentle warmth.

He walked over to me. “Hungry?”

I shook my head.

For beings like me, the desire for food is merely a passing whim. Mortal food is a delightful luxury, but hardly a necessity.

He leaned down, whispering into my ear with a tempting tone, “Osmanthus sweet-skin duck.”

I exclaimed excitedly, “I want it!”

I hadn’t even finished two bites of my meal when the old butler, who had served Xie Yu’s grandfather for decades, came rushing in. “Young Master! Young Master! Come quickly! It’s the Old Master!”