Zhuo Benzheng took a step forward, "Where is Miss Qie currently? At the City Lord’s Mansion?"
Xue An shook his head, "No, I found her at a person named Wu Ai’s place!"
Upon hearing the name Wu Ai, Wu Zizhang, who was standing behind Zhuo Benzheng, shook all over.
"My uncle?"
Indeed.
This Wu Ai was the relative Wu Zizhang had mentioned earlier, the one their family had in the City Lord’s Mansion in Ling’an City.
Upon hearing this, Han Bochao’s eyes widened.
"Your relative?"
Wu Zizhang nodded with a bitter smile, "That’s right, although this uncle of mine hasn’t returned since I was old enough to remember, I’ve heard my elders mention him multiple times, saying he’s a very capable person, quite utilized in Ling’an City!"
"This time when I came to Ling’an City for the literature meeting, my family had even given me his address in advance, telling me to seek him out after I arrived, but I ended up losing it!"
By now, all the details matched up.
Xue An stood up and said calmly, "Let’s go, I’ll take you all to see the people you each want to meet!"
"How do we go? If we all move together, won’t we bee a large target?" asked Yao Yachao, the most prudent among them.
Xue An smiled, "Close your eyes!"
Although they were unsure of what Xue An wanted to do, everyone still closed their eyes as instructed and then felt a breeze pass in front of them.
"Alright!"
Everyone was at a loss, but when they opened their eyes, they were shaken to their core.
Because in front of them was no longer the slum, but a neat courtyard.
And who else could be standing in the courtyard but Qie Weilan!
"Miss Qie!"
Qian’er and the others immediately rushed over.
Qie Weilan had not expected Xue An to return so quickly. She was initially taken aback, then showed a radiant smile.
"Miss Qie, what happened to your face?" a girl asked in surprise.
For at this moment, Qie Weilan’s left cheek was bandaged.
"It’s nothing, just a small injury!"
As she spoke, she took a deep breath and walked towards Zhuo Benzheng.
Seeing this, everyone tactfully stepped aside to make way.
When she reached Zhuo Benzheng, she stopped, gently tucking her hair behind her ear, yet said nothing.
Zhuo Benzheng stood there awkwardly, his face as red as if it were on fire.
After a long while, Qie Weilan finally spoke softly, "Mr. Zhuo!"
"Hmm!"
"Do you like me?"
"Hmm... what?"
Zhuo Benzheng, in his wildest dreams, never expected Qie Weilan to ask such a question, and he was utterly startled.
"I mean... do you like me?" Qie Weilan asked loudly.
This forceful question silenced the courtyard.
Many people watched this scene with smiles.
Zhuo Benzheng’s face was so red that people feared he might faint from embarrassment.
"I... I..."
But after a long ’I’, nothing else came out.
Everyone’s faces showed a sense of urgency.
The light in Qie Weilan’s eyes gradually dimmed.
"I see, with my ordinary looks and falling into a life of hardship, I know I’m not worthy of you, please forgive my earlier impertinence!"
With that, she turned to leave.
There was silence among the people.
Everyone knew, with Qie Weilan’s temperament, once she turned her back, it would all be over.
Even Yao Yachao, who was previously quite opposed to this relationship, couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.
But just then, a slightly trembling voice rang out.
"I like you, and from the very first moment I saw you, I liked you very, very much!"
Upon hearing this, Qie Weilan, who was about to turn away, froze and then slowly turned back around.
Zhuo Benzheng stood there looking at her with a face full of seriousness.
"But I’ve fallen into a life of hardship..."
Zhuo Benzheng interrupted her without hesitation, "So what? Moreover, it wasn’t by your choice that it happened; I believe you must have your own hardships, so..."
Zhuo Benzheng took a deep breath, "No matter what happens, I want to face it with you, even if the road ahead is full of obstacles, I regret nothing!"
Hearing Zhuo Benzheng’s words, the flames of love and hope gradually reignited in Qie Weilan’s eyes.
"Then why were you so hesitant to speak just now?" Qie Weilan asked softly, with a hint of a smile on her lips.
Zhuo Benzheng smiled wryly, "That’s because I was afraid you’d think I was rash and rude!"
Qie Weilan gradually beamed a radiant smile, then beckoned Zhuo Benzheng over, "e here!"
Zhuo Benzheng, not knowing what she meant, stepped closer to Qie Weilan.
"Miss, what is...?"
Before he could finish, Qie Weilan hooked her arm around his neck, stood on her toes, and kissed him on the lips.
In an instant, Zhuo Benzheng’s mind went blank.
And after a moment of confusion, the entire courtyard erupted into cheers and whistles.
Wu Zizhang, Han Bochao, and Yao Yachao clapped so hard their palms became red, looking at their brother with envy.
Only Zhuo can do it!
He came thousands of miles to attend a literature meeting, but before it even started, he managed to win over a beautiful girl!
Truly enviable!
As for Qian’er and the other girls, they were all smiles, yet many of their eyes shone with tears.
This was from seeing Qie Weilan’s situation and reflecting on their own sorrow and grief.
Qie Weilan was fortunate to have met someone like Zhuo Benzheng, but could they be so lucky themselves?
As the girls were filled with mixed emotions, after a fervent kiss, Qie Weilan finally released his lips.
By this time, Zhuo Benzheng was kissed into a daze, pletely unaware of where he was or what had happened.
Qie Weilan lightly tapped her finger on her red lips, then pressed it on Zhuo Benzheng’s forehead with a sense of achievement.
"Miss Qie, what’s this for?"
Qie Weilan chuckled, "It’s a mark, indicating that from now on, you’re my man!"
Zhuo Benzheng was both amused and exasperated, "Miss Qie, you..."
"Still calling me Miss Qie?" Qie Weilan said softly.
"Then..."
"Call me Weilan!"
"Okay, Weilan!"
While the two were indulged in their affection, outside Ling’an City, the performer Wu Jun looked up at the sky where a plaque of the Saint of Literature floated, and said lightly.
"It seems the people from Qisi Poetry Society have arrived!"
Beside him, Duan Muguang said in a deep voice, "They’ve acted quite quickly; the plaque of the Saint of Literature has been set up early."
He then looked at Wu Jun, "So, how’s the preparation going?"
Wu Jun was silent for a moment, then a small vortex appeared beside him.
Duan Muguang’s eyes flickered, and he nodded, "I have no problem either!"
"Let’s go, every debt has a debtor, it’s time to settle the scores from Master’s past!" Wu Jun said plainly.
"Alright!"
The two of them stepped into Ling’an City, and also at the same time, in the scores of carriages heading to Ling’an City, there was one that departed from Ren’an City.
At this moment, Ren Xing sat dazedly inside the carriage, tears streaming down, pletely unaware of where her fate would lead her.
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