After listening, Luo Luo nodded obediently. Anyways, it should be fine as long as he didnât make a sound.
Perhaps he felt that he had yet to become someone like Peter Pan, so he took out his plastic âpeach wooden swordâ that Qiao Moyu gifted him and pointed it at Ye Peicheng. He stuck out his small belly and looked up with a solemn expression.
Ye Peicheng was left speechless. He stood up, glanced at Qiao Moyu and said with a serious voice, âFollow me.â
Qiao Moyu felt a surge of pressure for some reason.
She followed his footsteps about three meters before stopping. Then she raised her head and showed a flattering smile as she spoke softly, âFilm Emperor Ye, about this matter, is it okay if you keep it a secret?â
Her voice had always been soft, but when she deliberately added a tinge of gentleness, listening to her was like having a cat reach out to gently poke his heart. Ye Peicheng frowned even more. He took a step forward and sternly asked, âWhere did the child come from?â
Qiao Mo Yuâs gaze shifted. She took two steps back, only to realize that there wasnât any space left. Her back was pressed against the brick wall in this narrow alley with way to avoid him.
âThe childââ Qiao Moyu pursed her lips. âHeâs the 32nd successor of our Spiritual Void Sect...â
Ye Peichengâs eyes narrowed as he placed one hand on the wall beside her face. His upper body leaned over and he spoke with a low voice, âQiao Moyu, you are now a public figure. Do you know the consequences if news spread out that youâre teaching superstitions to children?â
His words, was the situation really that serious? Qiao Moyu gulped. She looked up and grinned at the man. âFilm Emperor Ye, you wonât expose me, right?â
When she was young, she would often coop up in her room after doing something bad. Each time she was caught red-handed by her brother, she would try out her luck by acting cute.
But now, she was trying to act cute in front of another man; she didnât know if it would work with him. Seeing that Ye Peicheng remained motionless, Qiao Moyu thought for a moment before speaking, âYou know Director Wang, right? His movies are on fire right now.â
âSo what are you trying to say?â Ye Peicheng replied with a heavy look in his eyes.
âWhat I want to say is, actually, I have a true ability, and this is not just some old superstition.â Qiao Moyu blinked and said with a reasonable tone, âWhy donât you wait and see if Lu Beige will become popular? If his album doesnât meet success, Iâll wash my hands clean and never pursue the position of a Taoist ever again. But if he succeeds, that proves that Iâm not bluffing? Isnât your family involved in business? If the future, I can help your family prosper for free...â
âSo, youâre trying to bribe me?â Ye Peicheng stood very close to Qiao Moyu, to the point where they can hear each otherâs breathing. A cool breeze swept over. There was a light, sweet smell that teased the tip of his nose.
âThatâs not what I mean! I just feel that weâre more familiar with each other. Perhaps your father, whoâs a businessman, might believe in Kai Guang and fortune. Rather than looking for an outsider who may not have the ability, why not have me do it insteadââ
âQiao Moyu!â Ye Peicheng interrupted her. âHow much money do you need?â
âAh?â âIâm not lacking...â Qiao Mo Yu shook her head. âIâm really not lacking. If you donât believe me, go and ask Lu Beige. I donât charge any fees!â
âSo ââ A smile appeared on Ye Peichengâs face as the pressure around him intensified. âAre you trying to say that youâre doing charity?â
âI ââ Qiao Mo Yu didnât know why Ye Peicheng was so hard to deal with. Could it be, does she want him to touch her so she can lead him forward and show money on the ground, that way he can see for himself? But then, would he think she was a monster?
Just when she didnât know what to say, Luo Luo Luo ran over, grabbed ahold of Qiao Moyuâs arm, then looked up urgently at Ye Peicheng. He really seemed to be in a rush, since before pulling his mother along with him, he managed to quickly say, âMaster, Luo Luo needs to pee!â