After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude Chapter 62 - "Wait, I’ll Go!"

“Wait, I’ll Go!”

The Mid-Autumn Festival banquet wasn’t set to begin until the evening.

As a result, He Ange and An Luo Yi slept in until noon after their late-night escapades. They had stayed up until nearly dawn, so sleeping in was inevitable.

When they finally woke up, He Ange went about his usual morning routine of washing his face and brushing his teeth. But he also had to help his senior sister with her preparations. After all, no matter how divine her beauty, An Luo Yi was still a woman. Unlike He Ange, who could simply wash his face and head out, she needed to freshen up properly—especially since she was representing the Shengxu Sect at the prestigious Yong’an City banquet that evening. A bit of makeup and grooming were in order.

Thankfully, An Luo Yi’s makeup was always light. She wasn’t skilled at applying it, but she knew how to enhance her natural beauty with a subtle touch, making her features appear even more vibrant and her eyes more lively.

While she sat at the vanity table applying her makeup, He Ange stood behind her, gently combing her silver hair.

By the ti they were ready to leave, it was already afternoon in Yong’an City.

With several hours to spare before the evening banquet, He Ange and An Luo Yi decided to explore the city.

The streets were bustling with activity.

Vendors lined the roads, their stalls brimming with goods. While the sights weren’t particularly novel to He Ange, they were a fresh experience for An Luo Yi. Many of these things were items she had only heard about but never seen.

For instance, the iconic candied hawthorn skewers...

He Ange had bought her so when they were children, but that had been a one-ti treat. Seeing an old man pushing a cart filled with skewers of glistening candied hawthorn was a first for her.

She was tempted.

“Two skewers of candied hawthorn, please,” He Ange said, purchasing them before An Luo Yi even had to ask.

After all, his senior sister looked stunning today. Who could resist the chance to make such a beautiful woman happy?

Today, An Luo Yi was wearing the sa pure white qipao with blue porcelain patterns from the night before. The form-fitting dress accentuated her graceful figure, highlighting her curves and slender waist.

Of course, before leaving, she had carefully tied the sash around her waist.

While the high slit had been fine for He Ange’s eyes at ho, wearing it like that in public would have been a bit too much.

Before they left, He Ange had also draped a white feathered shawl over her shoulders to prevent her back and shoulders from being exposed. The ensemble gave her an air of elegance and nobility.

Walking side by side through the streets, the two of them turned heads wherever they went.

He Ange, with his refined deanor, and An Luo Yi, as beautiful as a celestial maiden, looked like a perfect pair of immortals descending to the mortal world. Naturally, no one dared to approach or cause trouble.

This made things much easier for He Ange.

Normally, his bad luck seed to attract trouble wherever he went. Running into enemies or being targeted by villains was practically routine.

But today was different.

With the “destined prodigy” by his side, He Ange found himself enjoying an unusually smooth day. Even potential troublemakers seed to steer clear.

“I want to try that too...” An Luo Yi said, her attention caught by another street vendor.

This ti, it was a stall selling rice cakes.

“Why don’t we find a tea house and sit down to enjoy them?” He Ange suggested.

“Alright,” she agreed.

…

An Luo Yi was actually quite hungry.

Having woken up late, she had spent the morning focused on getting ready and hadn’t thought to eat. The enticing aromas wafting through the streets only heightened her appetite.

He Ange figured it would be more convenient to sit down sowhere rather than eat while walking. After exploring the streets for a while, they found a tea house and took a seat.

It was a good opportunity to rest.

“Ange, there’s sothing I want to talk to you about,” An Luo Yi said, her tone unusually gentle.

Today’s outing had put her in a great mood. He Ange had been attentive and considerate throughout, making her feel well cared for. Having a thoughtful junior brother accompany her had saved her a lot of trouble.

She wasn’t familiar with market prices and had never bought anything from street vendors. Without He Ange, getting sothing as simple as candied hawthorn would have been a hassle.

And if it was too much trouble, she would have simply gone without.

In the end, she would have been left watching others enjoy their snacks, feeling envious.

So, she was genuinely grateful to He Ange. He had spared her from awkward situations and treated her to delicious food. Where else could she find such a wonderful junior brother?

As long as He Ange wasn’t being cheeky, An Luo Yi was more than happy to be kind to him.

Sitting in the tea house, she spoke with none of her usual coldness. Instead, she addressed him like a caring older sister discussing future plans.

“Next month, I’ll need to return to the capital. You might rember the annual gathering of the Four Great Families. My father wrote to , asking to attend,” she said.

“Oh, so the capital is hosting that gathering again,” He Ange replied, raising an eyebrow.

The Four Great Families’ gathering was a long-standing tradition in the capital. It was an event where the heads of the prominent families ca together to discuss their accomplishnts—how many prodigies their families had produced, which children had beco disciples of prestigious sects, and so on.

It was essentially a gossip session.

But it wasn’t just talk.

The gathering also featured a martial competition, where the younger generation from each family would showcase their skills. It even had a matchmaking elent.

In the past, An Luo Yi, as the eldest daughter of the An family, had always dominated the competition. Her prowess intimidated the other families’ sons, making the idea of matchmaking laughable.

He Ange had a similar experience.

But in his case, he was often underestimated. He frequently ended up fighting those who looked down on him, like the ti he put Wang Yuan from the Shengxu Sect in his place.

Back then, He Ange had been a prodigy, and his arrogance was understandable.

Now, though...

He’d rather not bother. With his spiritual veins destroyed, he had no interest in returning to the capital to be ridiculed.

“Are you going this year?” An Luo Yi asked, her tone laced with a hint of hesitation.

She wouldn’t force him to go. After all, He Ange wasn’t a direct descendant of the An family, and their reputation in the capital wasn’t his responsibility. She also knew he had faced his share of judgnt and ridicule there, and she didn’t want to bring up unpleasant mories.

But deep down, she had a selfish reason for wanting him to co.

As the eldest daughter, she would undoubtedly be treated with respect. However, she wasn’t good at dealing with nosy relatives or the probing questions from other families about her personal life—questions about whether she had a partner, for instance.

These conversations were enough to give anyone a headache.

If only He Ange could be there...

“Uh, I think I’ll skip it,” He Ange said, shaking his head.

Clearly, he had no desire to attend such a competitive gathering.

He could already imagine the comnts: Oh, isn’t this the little prodigy He Ange? Still stuck at Foundation Establishnt after all these years?

The thought alone made his head hurt.

An Luo Yi sighed, as if she had expected his response. She took a sip of tea and gazed out the window, her expression contemplative.

“Alright. My father has been pressuring to consider a marriage proposal. I’ll have to go back and talk to him, or he might make a decision without ...” she said, her voice trailing off.

“Wait, I’ll go!” He Ange exclaid, slamming his hand on the table as he stood up.

An Luo Yi blinked in surprise before a soft smile graced her lips. Her gaze, filled with affection and satisfaction, lingered on him.

She recalled the letter her father had sent her:

“Luo Yi, if that brat He Ange refuses to co back, just ntion that I’m arranging a marriage for you. He’ll be the first to show up.”