Ruan Qiuping was also encountering this situation for the first time, and he immediately felt at a loss. He looked at his sister who was still wailing loudly, then glanced at Little Yu Huan who had calmed down and was now standing silently to the side with his head lowered. Ruan Qiuping held his forehead and sighed deeply, very deeply.
Ruan Qiuping decided to comfort the crying one first.
However, Ruan Dongdong was truly difficult to console. No matter how Ruan Qiuping tried to comfort her, it was to no avail - provoked by Little Yu Huan, Ruan Dongdong, who originally just wanted Ruan Qiuping to rub her hand, was now tilting her face up, crying and shouting, insisting on kissing Ruan Qiuping.
Ruan Qiuping didn't dare let her kiss him. Not to mention that the note left by Xia Fushui was still fresh, he had no idea how powerful the act of "kissing the God of Misfortune" could be.
Thinking of this, Ruan Qiuping turned his head to look at Little Yu Huan, his brows furrowed tightly, with a hint of worry.
As she cried, Ruan Dongdong's voice gradually became softer. After all, she was young and didn't have much energy. After about ten minutes, she fell asleep clutching Ruan Qiuping's clothes, tears hanging at the corners of her eyes, still hiccuping.
If they were elsewhere, Ruan Qiuping could have easily used magic to clean the mud spots off Ruan Dongdong and move her to the bed to sleep. But with the human Yu Huan nearby, Ruan Qiuping didn't dare use magic and expose his identity. He could only ask the maid from Little Yu Huan's house to help clean Ruan Dongdong, change her into clean, thick clothes, and finally put her on the bed in the second-floor guest room to continue sleeping.
As soon as he had settled Ruan Dongdong, Ruan Qiuping turned around and carefully examined Little Yu Huan up and down, left and right. Little Yu Huan looked healthy - his lips weren't pale, he wasn't covered in cold sweat, and he certainly wasn't disoriented or on the verge of collapse.
Even so, he was still a bit worried and asked, "How do you feel? Is there anywhere you don't feel well?"
Little Yu Huan shook his head.
Ruan Qiuping continued to inquire, "Think carefully. Are you sure you don't feel any discomfort at all? For example, dizziness, nausea, sudden weakness... you know, that feeling of being plagued by misfortune."
Little Yu Huan thought carefully for a moment, then shook his head again and said, "No."
...This wasn't right.
Even though Ruan Qiuping's misfortune aura had been reduced to one-tenth after descending to the mortal world, Little Yu Huan had just kissed him. How could he be completely fine?
Unless the Recorder of Fate had deceived him.
It seemed that the misfortune he had infused into the fate ball at that time was no match for even one-tenth of Yu Huan's good fortune. Yet the Recorder of Fate had lied to him, saying it had neutralized Yu Huan's fortune, turning him into an ordinary mortal.
Ruan Qiuping gritted his teeth in frustration.
So it turned out that even after descending to the mortal world, the God of Fortune was still an incredibly lucky person, so lucky that Ruan Qiuping's misfortune had no effect on him at all.
"What's wrong?" Little Yu Huan asked, "Are you afraid your misfortune will infect me?"
Ruan Qiuping nodded: "But it's strange, you don't seem to have been affected by me at all."
Ruan Qiuping paused, then continued, "Maybe it's because you're so lucky yourself that you've completely overridden my bit of misfortune."
Hearing this, Little Yu Huan lowered his head and was silent for a moment before saying, "...Or maybe I'm just such an unlucky person that even the misfortune you've infected me with seems insignificant in comparison."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ruan Qiuping retorted, "How could you possibly be unlucky!"
He wouldn't allow the God of Fortune to call himself unlucky. It was an insult to him, the God of Misfortune, and to the entire world!
Little Yu Huan seemed to want to smile, but the smile faded before it could fully form.
He lowered his head and asked, "You always avoid touching your sister... is it because you're afraid of infecting her with your bad luck?"
Ruan Qiuping turned to look at Little Yu Huan and smiled, "What's wrong? Do you think I'm hopelessly superstitious?"
Ruan Qiuping thought it was normal for Little Yu Huan, a mortal, not to understand these things. But to his surprise, Little Yu Huan shook his head and said in a muffled voice, "I just think you must love your sister very much... but, but I made your sister cry, so you must... you must have started to dislike me."
"You must really hate me now..." Little Yu Huan buried his head lower and lower, mumbling, "...because I'm just naturally dislikeable."
"Who says you're dislikeable? Who said that?"
If the God of Fortune was dislikeable, then there would be no likeable person in the world.
Ruan Qiuping walked over and lightly flicked Little Yu Huan's forehead, smiling, "Why is a child thinking so much? Not only do I not dislike you, I should thank you."
"Thank me?" Little Yu Huan looked up at Ruan Qiuping, curious.
Ruan Qiuping thought for a moment and said, "Hmm... thank you for not being infected with misfortune even though you touched me and kissed me. You didn't fall while walking, didn't suddenly fall ill and faint, you look just like a normal person."
Little Yu Huan blinked, "You're thanking me for that?"
"Yes, thank you for not becoming unfortunate because of me."
Ruan Qiuping suddenly felt a strong urge to hug Little Yu Huan.
He had countless times in his life fantasized about embracing others, but only this time, he didn't suppress the urge.
He knelt down halfway and reached out, tightly hugging Little Yu Huan to his chest.
Little Yu Huan's body was small, soft, and warm.
Ruan Qiuping nuzzled his cheek against Little Yu Huan's soft black hair and said softly,
"And thank you... for allowing me to embrace you."
Little Yu Huan slowly blinked, his face turning red, his ears also reddening.
He stretched out his small hands and carefully hugged Ruan Qiuping's back.
"Mmm..." Ruan Dongdong suddenly made a sound in her sleep on the bed.
"Snap!"
Almost at the same instant, Little Yu Huan saw Ruan Qiuping push him away with one hand, immediately standing up and turning his head to look at the bed—
Then, Ruan Qiuping let out a long sigh of relief: "Phew— luckily she didn't wake up."
Otherwise, seeing him hugging Little Yu Huan would probably cause another fuss.
Little Yu Huan: "..."
Little Yu Huan silently stood up, pointed at the mark left by the mud ball on his head, and said, "I'm going to wash my hair."
Ruan Qiuping said, "Just to be safe, sprinkle some more salt on yourself before you wash your hair. Use plenty."
Yu Huan nodded, then he took out a set of clothes from another room and handed them to Ruan Qiuping: "You also have a lot of mud spots on you."
Ruan Qiuping held up the clothes to compare: "Whose clothes are these? They seem to fit quite well."
"...My father's, but he's never worn them. They're new."
Ruan Qiuping nodded.
Suddenly, he remembered something else. He glanced at Ruan Dongdong who was still sleeping soundly on the bed, then at the pink outfit Ruan Dongdong was wearing, and asked with narrowed eyes, "Then whose clothes is Ruan Dongdong wearing? They're not yours, are they?"
"No, they belong to the Cook Lady's daughter."
"How old is the Cook Lady's daughter? These clothes look quite new." Ruan Qiuping asked casually.
"The same age as me," Little Yu Huan said.
"Oh," Ruan Qiuping nodded.
It wasn't until Little Yu Huan had already left the room and gone into the bathroom to wash his hair that Ruan Qiuping suddenly realized.
Wait! The Cook Lady's daughter! The same age as Little Yu Huan! Living in the same villa!
What was this?
This... was... childhood... sweethearts!!!
Just then, the sound of a car came from downstairs.
Ruan Qiuping went to the window to look.
The car stopped, and a woman stepped out, holding the hand of a little girl, and taking a basket of vegetables from the trunk.
It seemed this was the Cook Lady and her daughter.
Ruan Qiuping poked his head out to take a closer look.
He saw that the little girl was fresh-faced and rosy-cheeked. Although simply dressed, it couldn't hide her lively spirit.
Ruan Qiuping immediately sketched out a beautiful future in his mind.
He, a delicate-looking, highly intelligent young master from a wealthy family, albeit a loner.
She, a lively and spirited girl, yet of humble birth as the daughter of a cook.
They were of different social status, yet kindred spirits.
They loved each other, but couldn't cross the chasm of reality.
A broken first love in their youth, a love rekindled at first sight after many years.
She no longer felt inferior, and he was no longer timid.
Hand in hand, they promised to be together forever in their next life.
A lifetime is long, but every day together was sweet for them.
She passed away peacefully, laid to eternal rest.
He followed soon after, but ascended to the heavens.
"Cook Lady's Daughter, even if I have to go to the underworld, even if I have to face the Ten Kings of Hell, I will definitely find you!"
"Yu Huan, do you remember you have a marriage contract on the heavenly marriage stone?"
"What does a marriage contract matter? I won't marry anyone except the Cook Lady's Daughter. Those forty-nine heavenly thunderbolts, I'll endure them if I must!"
Thinking of this, Ruan Qiuping was grinning from ear to ear while excitedly slapping his thigh:
It's in the bag! It's in the bag!!!