Chapter 5 I'm Devoted to You
No wonder she lost so badly!
Now that she already knew the existence of the system, the only way she had a chance of dealing with Song Wanqing and the others was to practice.

She wants to become stronger!

It is so powerful that the so-called golden finger system and the lonely ghost Song Wanqing from another world should get out of this world!

Since she does not belong to this world, Song Wanqing wants to use the system to trample the proud daughters of many aristocratic families under his feet. Does he really think she is a vegetarian?

Gradually her thoughts returned, Mu Nanyue took a deep breath, turned around, sat on the couch and entered a state of cultivation.

She has excellent talents and resources, and a rare mutated thunder spirit root. If she wants to deal with the mysterious system, she must fight back.

We can’t keep giving up!

As time passed, night fell.

Fu Qian'an and Song Wanqing were like a pair of Taoist friends. They had a great time outside for the whole day before they personally sent the "sick" person back home.

He turned around and left in a leisurely manner, but his mind was absent-minded. What he was thinking about was not Song Wanqing, but Mu Nanyue, who looked distant today.

Not long after, as soon as Fu Qian'an stepped into the Fu family's gate, a servant came to report.

"Young Master, the master is waiting for you."

Hearing this, Fu Qian'an frowned slightly, feeling uneasy.

really.

When he walked into his father's study, before he could say anything, a valuable teacup was thrown at him.

"Bang--" Fu Qian'an did not dodge, but stood still and let the teacup hit his forehead. Blood immediately gushed out of his head, which was blinding.

The teacup fell to the ground and broke into pieces. The crisp sound made his heart sink.

"I wonder what Qi'an did wrong to make my father so angry." Fu Qi'an lowered his eyes to hide the coldness that flashed across his eyes.

"Rebellious son! How dare you mention this?"

The Fu family head had a serious expression on his face, and when his sharp black eyes swept over, it made people's scalps tingle as if they were being stared at by a wolf.

He gritted his teeth and said, "The secret realm quota has always been precious. Your father, I and the elders have been unable to sleep for several days because of how to distribute it so that we can get more benefits."

"What about you? You got the quota but didn't think about your family. You even dared to give it to a dying person without permission. You are so brave!"

Song Wanqing, who was physically weak, was already a dead person in the eyes of the Fu family master. Giving her a place would be a waste of opportunity!
Fu Qian'an was breathing rapidly. He was enveloped by a powerful pressure at this moment. His face gradually turned pale and sweat oozed from his forehead.

He seemed to have anticipated this, and secretly gathered spiritual energy in his palms to fight against his father.

Fu Qian'an did not panic. He opened his mouth to explain and put the blame on Mu Nanyue, saying that she had privately given the quota to Song Wanqing.

In this way, no one dares to rob.

However, before Fu Qian'an could speak, the tall and straight young man next to the head of the Fu family spoke first: "Yes, big brother, you did do something wrong. How could you turn your arm away?"

"Although Miss Song saved your life, you should repay her with some rare treasures. But you are so protective of her, do you still have your father and family in your heart?"

At this point, the young man was frightened by Fu Qian'an's gloomy eyes, and he wisely shut his mouth.

The boy blinked his innocent eyes, and there was no anger or complaint in his tone when he spoke, but it made Fu Qian'an's situation even more difficult.

The head of the Fu family was silent, his dark eyes fell on Fu Qian'an, with an invisible majesty that made people dare not have any other thoughts.

Fu Qi'an pursed his lips and spoke slowly under great pressure: "Father, Qi'an wants to ask Miss Mu's opinion first, otherwise if she regrets it..."

What he said made sense, mixed with a hint of warning and reminder.

After all, the quota was the compensation given to him by Mu Nanyue. If the Fu family wanted to take it away, they had to see whether she agreed.

Otherwise, it is not impossible that Mu Nanyue would take it back if she is unhappy.

After saying this, Patriarch Fu withdrew the pressure he had released, and a hint of contemplation flashed in his eyes.

With a "puff", the young man in blue suddenly laughed out loud.

Guessing that he was going to make trouble again, Fu Qian'an's raised lips quickly fell, and his handsome face darkened a little.

The young man smiled and said, "Brother, look at what you said. Miss Mu is completely devoted to you!"

After these words were spoken, Fu Qian'an's irritability inexplicably dissipated a lot.

In fact, he also felt so. Mu Nanyue was just pretending on the surface. After all, she had been pursuing him for three years, so how could she give up easily?

(End of this chapter)