As evening approached, Fu Ye led Wu Ling, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing to a place he himself hadn't visited in quite some time.
His old establishment—the headquarters of the Juxiang Pavilion.
After so many years of renovations and expansions, the scale of this place had grown increasingly grand. Because it was ultimately just a restaurant with nothing that directly threatened the imperial authority, and more importantly, because it was secretly protected by the Level 98 Super Douluo, the Sword Douluo, the Heaven Dou Imperial Family had never dared to lay a finger on his little eatery.
"Heehee, compared to all those other fancy restaurants, Wu Ling still loves this place the most."
Wu Ling stepped forward, wrapping her arms around her good sister Zhu Zhuqing from behind. Her soft, delicate body pressed warmly against the usually stoic cat girl, her bright ruby eyes sparkling with pure, unadulterated affection. Her two pristine, porcelain-white little hands were being slightly mischievous, gently tickling Zhuqing's sides, fully enveloped in the profound sense of safety and love that always surrounded Fu Ye's family.
"Ah, Wu Ling, you can't be bad," Zhu Zhuqing murmured softly. She turned her head, a rare, breathtakingly beautiful smile melting away her icy exterior as she reached out to gently pinch Wu Ling's soft cheek.
The two lovely girls engaged in a sweet, playful exchange—pinching and teasing each other under Fu Ye's indulgent gaze. Seeing her sisters receiving his warm attention, the little witch Ning Rongrong immediately stepped up, her azure eyes shimmering with a lovely, possessive affection as she happily declared that she was joining this "conflict," throwing her arms around them both.
"Little Li, the usual. Send the finest ingredients to the back kitchen and have them cook it to perfection," Fu Ye instructed as a middle-aged manager approached them.
Hearing the familiar voice and the instruction regarding the tab, a profound, knowing smile blossomed on the middle-aged man's face.
"Understood, Boss. Which private room would you like to sit in today?"
"Just find me a nice window seat on the second floor. There are only four of us today; there's no need to occupy an entire private room."
Hearing his boss's request, Little Li immediately energized. "Boss, there is an excellent table available on the second floor. Please, let me guide you."
With that, he led Fu Ye and his breathtakingly beautiful companions up to the second floor.
Looking at the man, Fu Ye couldn't help but recall the youthful innocence on Little Li's face when they had first met. Now, the boy had transformed into a middle-aged uncle. However, if one were to calculate their true chronological ages, Fu Ye was technically a year or two older than Little Li. After all, he had transmigrated over a decade ago and had utilized his system's cheat to completely lock his physical age.
Furthermore, his beloved primary wives had already reached the absolute pinnacle of Limit Douluo years ago. Coupled with the immortal herbs Fu Ye had lovingly bestowed upon them, time had entirely lost its meaning. Not a single trace of the passing years could be found on their flawless, goddess-like bodies.
As for attaining Godhood? His system inventory contained over 99,999+ copies of the Dragon God's Ascending Dragon Pillar, so divine positions were absolutely not something to worry about. A complete, unadulterated God of Destruction position with 99,999+ in stock? Understand the sheer magnitude of that.
The only reason he had originally let Bibi Dong enter the Slaughter City to seize a God position was simply because she possessed the fierce, queenly desire to govern the harem. She had chosen to independently elevate her strength so she could ascend to Godhood one step ahead of her sisters, proving her supreme devotion and capability to him. After all, while his complete God positions didn't require tedious divine trials, seamlessly absorbing that immense power still took several months to half a year of deep refinement.
The window seat on the second floor was a place filled with deep nostalgia. Back in the day, it was in this exact corner that Ah Yin had sneakily downed several jars of potent spirit wine, eventually stumbling into his bed in a dizzy, utterly adorable stupor.
Gazing at the bustling cityscape outside, there was a profound sense of peaceful tranquility.
Wu Ling sat directly beside Fu Ye, her slender body leaning heavily into him, completely intoxicated by his familiar, masculine scent. Opposite him sat Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing. The two girls looked at Fu Ye with eyes brimming with deep, mesmerizing love and absolute reliance. Whenever his golden eyes met theirs, a beautiful blush would dust their flawless cheeks. Watching his girls bicker playfully, their hearts completely tied to his, Fu Ye truly felt that everything in his world was absolutely perfect.
Recalling his miserable, exhausting life in his previous world... forget it, there was no point in looking back. He had no lingering ties or regrets there anyway.
Just as he was leaning back against his plush chair, deeply enjoying the warmth of his harem, a loud, energetic voice suddenly shattered the tranquility.
"Brother! Over here! There are empty seats right here!"
A fiery, spicy girl with long, vibrant crimson hair trotted over to the table directly adjacent to theirs. Trailing closely behind her were two young men—one dressed in red, the other in blue.
The young man in red bore a thirty-percent resemblance to the girl and exuded an aura of righteous vigor. The young man in blue, however, had the lower half of his face concealed by a mask and possessed a pair of distinct peach-blossom eyes. He looked like the Douluo Continent's exact replica of the "Prince of Lanling."
"Waiter, we'd like to order!" the girl called out, immediately grabbing the menu and checking off items with rapid familiarity. It was obvious she was a frequent patron.
Soon, a lightly-made-up waitress arrived to collect the marked menu.
Once the girl finished ordering, the young man in blue was the first to speak.
"Huo Wushuang, the interior decor here is actually quite nice! I just wonder how the food tastes."
Hearing the blue-clothed youth's words, the young man referred to as Huo Wushuang smugly raised his thumb. "Naturally, it's top-tier! You should know that my little sister has been dragging me here to eat every single day lately!"
He tilted his nose high into the air, looking incredibly proud of himself.
"Huh? You come here to eat with little sister Huo Wu, and you actually make her pay the bill?" Feng Xiaotian—the "Prince of Lanling"—stared at Huo Wushuang, his eyes completely filled with intense disdain.
"Hey! Feng Xiaotian, are you asking for a beating?!"
Just as the two young men were about to start brawling in their seats, Huo Wu, who was sitting next to them, delivered a single, freezing sentence that instantly iced the atmosphere.
"Feng Xiaotian, I've already told you. I do not like you. I sincerely hope that after this meal, you will stop pestering me and my brother."
Cue the imaginary tragic background music: Snowflakes drifting, the north wind howling, a vast expanse of bleakness...
"Little Sister Huo Wu, I just..."
"Stop. Say no more. Your and my brother's acting is truly atrocious. Furthermore, this is a public restaurant. The two of you bickering is going to ruin the dining mood of the other patrons."
Having said her piece, Huo Wu turned her gaze toward the window seat right next to theirs—where Fu Ye and his girls were sitting.
However, at that exact moment, Fu Ye, Wu Ling, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing were all collectively staring in absolute silence at Huo Wushuang and Feng Xiaotian, whose four hands were currently, accidentally, tightly clasped together in the middle of their scuffle.
An imaginary crow flew past.
The scene descended into an extremely awkward, bizarre silence.
Breaking the ice, Wu Ling—who was sitting comfortably on Fu Ye's lap without a single shred of hesitation or embarrassment, fully enveloped in her husband's embrace—spoke up first.
"Please, do continue. We absolutely won't disturb whatever intimate actions you two have planned next."
Wu Ling's words weren't exactly polite, but they perfectly encapsulated the bizarre scene.
Currently, Huo Wushuang and Feng Xiaotian were locked together, their ten fingers tightly intertwined, staring deeply into each other's eyes... Blegh.
"Speaking of which, are you two planning to kiss next? Kind of like this."
The sweet, devoted little girl didn't know if she was doing it deliberately to tease them or if she simply couldn't hold back her overflowing love, but without giving Fu Ye any time to prepare, she turned her head and pressed her soft, incredibly sweet lips directly against his.
Mwah~
The kiss was deeply affectionate and entirely natural, a pure display of how completely she belonged to him. After giving Fu Ye a tender kiss—which caused Rongrong and Zhuqing to pout with sweet, envious affection across the table—Wu Ling turned her sparkling eyes back toward Huo Wushuang and Feng Xiaotian.
"Why don't you two try to imitate that?"
At this moment, Feng Xiaotian and Huo Wushuang looked at each other, their minds completely short-circuiting under Wu Ling's outrageous operation.
"Oh, come on! Let me teach you one more time. You have to kiss exactly like this!"
Saying that, Wu Ling happily leaned in and planted another loud, passionate smack on Fu Ye's lips, completely immersed in the joy of pampering her man in public.
However, observing this...
Huo Wushuang: She already gave us a direct demonstration. Wouldn't it be extremely impolite if we didn't kiss now?
Feng Xiaotian: I feel like we could actually do this. Just treat it as a rehearsal.
And then, under everyone's completely dumbfounded gazes, the two grown men actually leaned in and kissed each other!
The very millisecond their lips touched, both of their brains instantly crashed, blue-screened, and then violently rebooted.
Who am I? Where am I? What the hell am I doing?!
While they were paralyzed in pure existential horror, Wu Ling sneakily pulled out a high-grade recording crystal and quietly slipped it into the hands of the completely petrified Huo Wu.
Even as an outsider to her brother's sudden romantic awakening, Huo Wu remained frozen for several long seconds before her brain finally processed the horrifying reality of what had just occurred.
"What the f***?!"