The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind novel Chapter 323

Chapter 323: Chapter 323: Gods Are Not Omnipotent

A faint sandalwood fragrance permeated the air.

Jiang Nanshu stood at the entrance, locked in a gaze with the gilded Buddha statue.

"Why stand at the door? Come on in."

Without a word, Jiang Nanshu glanced at Zhou Yanxu and walked in.

First, she opened her umbrella and set it in the corridor, waiting for the rainwater to dry.

The house was lit with incandescent bulbs.

It was only then that Jiang Nanshu took a serious look at Zhou Yanxu’s face—thin, sickly pale, wearing a grey monk’s robe, with Buddha beads dangling from his right hand.

She surveyed the surroundings, especially focusing on the lights, "I thought temples only used candles."

"Times change, and so should temples. Wouldn’t you like to see our bathhouse? It even has cozy air conditioning."

Jiang Nanshu: "..."

She choked on her words, meeting Zhou Yanxu’s sincere eyes, and said with a cold tone, "I’d rather not."

"All right then." He seemed unfazed by Jiang Nanshu’s unpleasant attitude and continued, "There’s a private bathroom behind my room. You can take a shower and have a good sleep. We don’t have clothes for ladies here in the temple, so I got a new set of monk’s robes for you to make do with."

The monk’s robe he offered was coffee-colored, slightly different from his own.

Jiang Nanshu couldn’t understand how he could still speak so kindly to her when he clearly saw her dreadful attitude. If it had been the old Zhou Yanxu, even with his gentleness, he would have sternly reprimanded her, "Don’t be ridiculous," when she was too much.

But the man in front of her continued to indulge her, seemingly without any temper, like a pushover, malleable to anyone’s whim.

"I don’t want this set; the color is too ugly. Get me another one," Jiang Nanshu stated bluntly, staring intently at Zhou Yanxu’s face.

He silently glanced at the robe, then nodded, "Okay, is grey alright? Those are the only colors we have."

Jiang Nanshu’s gaze retracted with some disappointment.

So that’s it.

She didn’t want to look for Zhou Yanxu. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Fearful that the person she would find would be different from her imagination, not the Zhou Yanxu she held in her mind.

"Forget it, I hate grey," Jiang Nanshu said, not wanting him to go through the trouble again, and snatched the coffee-colored robe from his hands.

"Close the door when you leave," she said, moving further inside.

Zhou Yanxu stood at the entrance, silent for a few seconds before slowly saying, "After you descend the mountain, don’t tell the Zhou Family you’ve seen me. Pretend like you haven’t. The old Zhou Yanxu is dead; I am now Gui Yuan."

The strength in Jiang Nanshu’s hands, clutching at her clothes, intensified, creating a deep wrinkle in the fabric.

"Don’t tell me so much; I’m not interested in your affairs. Who cares if you’re fated or not."

Her figure vanished.

After a while.

Zhou Yanxu turned to look at the eaves dripping with rainwater.

"It’s Gui Yuan, idiot."

[Lord Main God?] Da Shachun’s tentative voice broke the silence nonetheless.

Their system sounds could only be heard by the Host and Lord Main God who oversaw them.

Zhou Yanxu closed the door and walked to the adjacent meditation room, lit three sticks of incense, and then responded slowly, "0168, it’s been a long time."

Da Shachun: [...]

It had been rejoicing in Zhou Yanxu’s disregard for it, thinking its feeling had been wrong.

But it was indeed him!

And he had accurately called out its code number.

[Sob sob sob, Lord Main God, when can I leave? The Host I’m bound with doesn’t play by the rules at all. I suspect the Disgust Value hasn’t increased at all. Her family is becoming nicer to her, but she has no feelings for them. She is so well-treated yet devoid of emotions; could her mind be abnormal? I don’t quite understand a lunatic’s world.]

Da Shachun continued to complain, completely oblivious to Zhou Yanxu’s increasingly cold expression. The incense smoke before the Buddha drifted softly, casting his brows and eyes in wintry shades, and he gripped the Buddha beads in his right hand tightly.

In an instant, they crumbled apart, and the beads scattered on the floor with a "clatter."

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