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Chapter 47 - 47 46 Uncle Master's Happiness Depends on You

47: Chapter 46 Uncle Master’s Happiness Depends on You 47: Chapter 46 Uncle Master’s Happiness Depends on You Feng Qian had drunk quite a bit, with seven or eight empty cans beside her.

Seeing Chu Yi bring a woman back, she immediately stood up and staggered over, staring at the two with an unfriendly gazes.

“My home is not a hotel, if you want to get busy, go elsewhere!”

Wu Xue was immediately embarrassed, waving her hands and hurriedly said, “Auntie, you’ve got it wrong, he’s just my martial uncle…”

“Auntie?!”

Now it was Feng Qian’s turn to be embarrassed.

After a pause, she quickly said, “Don’t talk nonsense, what auntie!

I have nothing to do with him!”

Wu Xue blinked: “Ah?

But you two live together…”

“Just because we live together doesn’t mean…

ah!”

Feng Qian didn’t finish her sentence when suddenly Chu Yi put his arm around her shoulder, causing her to cry out in surprise.

Then they heard Chu Yi chuckle and say, “Wu Xue, your martial aunt is drunk and talking nonsense.

You go wash your hands first and get ready to eat.”

“Okay, martial uncle!”

Wu Xue nodded excitedly and immediately rushed into the washroom.

Feng Qian was stunned for a few seconds, then fiercely stepped on Chu Yi’s foot and said through gritted teeth, “You’re the one talking nonsense!

How did I become a martial aunt?

You better clarify things for me!

Otherwise, don’t blame me for not being polite!”

Not being polite?

The corners of Chu Yi’s mouth suddenly quirked up, his tone expectant, “Well, that sounds good, when are you planning to be impolite?

How about a sparring session like last time?”

Feng Qian was instantly dumbfounded.

Spar again?!

Last time I almost lost face completely!

Thinking about the day when Chu Yi had taken advantage of her under the pretense of ‘kung fu hands’, Feng Qian’s face, already flushed from drinking, suddenly turned even redder.

“Dream on, I’m telling you, clarify things right now, I’m not some martial aunt!”

Chu Yi pinched her shoulder and shook his head, “I’m afraid that won’t be possible.”

“Why not?”

Feng Qian said through clenched teeth, seeing this as an excuse for him to take advantage of the situation!

And she guessed right…

Chu Yi glanced at the washroom and then blurted out, “You don’t know, but my martial sister’s disciple actually has a crush on me.”

Feng Qian almost choked to death: “You’re fooling ghosts!”

“There’s no ghost as beautiful as you are.”

Feng Qain’s heart skipped a beat: “Talk seriously!”

“Oh, I’m not lying to you, otherwise think about it, why would she not go to a hotel or her own home in the middle of the night, and instead insist on coming back with me?”

After saying this with all seriousness, Chu Yi actually convinced Feng Qian.

Indeed, in the middle of the night, a girl insisting on going back to a man’s place, even though he is her martial uncle, it does seem a bit improper.

“Get it now?

The girl wants to make a move on me!

It’s inappropriate!”

Chu Yi said with a worried look, “So you’ll have to suffer a little and play this martial aunt for a while, after she leaves, I’ll treat you to a big meal, how about that?”

“Really?”

Feng Qian squinted suspiciously.

Chu Yi nodded firmly, a serious look on his face.

Perhaps having drunk too much, her reasoning wasn’t working well, and Feng Qian actually believed him.

“Fine, when is she leaving?”

Chu Yi chuckled inwardly and shook his head, “I don’t know yet, I’ll ask her later.”

“Better be soon!”

“No problem!”

At this point, Wu Xue came out of the washroom, her eyes shining as she sat down by the coffee table, drooling over the various dishes.

“You guys go ahead and eat.”

Saying this, Feng Qian went into the washroom.

Taking advantage of this moment, a thought struck Chu Yi, and he suddenly coughed lightly: “Wu Xue.”

“What is it, martial uncle?”

“I’m sure you’ve noticed, your martial aunt and I are having a tiff.”

Wu Xue nodded like a pecking chicken, “Mhm, martial aunt is drowning her sorrows in alcohol.”

You’re pretty cooperative, aren’t you!

Chu Yi couldn’t help but reveal a look of approval, saying, “This cold war can’t continue, so I need your help, Junior Martial Uncle.”

Wu Xue blinked her eyes, “Help with what?”

“My happiness depends on you now.”

…

A moment later, Feng Qian came back, ready to continue drinking, when suddenly her movements halted, and her expression turned somewhat astonished.

“What’s going on with you two…”

In her view, Wu Xue was clinging tightly to Chu Yi, looking extremely intimate.

This girl really has designs on Chu Yi!

Feng Qian thought to herself, then saw Chu Yi squint and wink at her, mouthing the words: “Help me out!”

I really owe you one!

Feng Qian was conflicted for a few seconds but then, as if possessed by a demon, she smiled sweetly at Chu Yi, and after sitting down next to him, she yanked him towards her.

Chu Yi’s arm touched something soft, and he nearly let slip a triumphant smirk.

“You’re Wu Xue, aren’t you?

How come I’ve heard your Junior Martial Uncle mention you before?”

Wu Xue glanced at the two of them, and her inner villain clenched a fist fiercely.

Success!

Junior Martial Uncle’s wife is indeed jealous!

I suppose I’ve helped Junior Martial Uncle salvage a relationship!

But recalling what Chu Yi had said, she calmed herself down again.

This isn’t enough, I need to keep up the effort!

With that thought, she imitated the third female lead in TV dramas, adopting the demeanor of a scheming woman.

“Maybe it’s because I’m too young and pretty, and Junior Martial Uncle’s wife is overthinking things.”

Those words took Chu Yi by surprise.

God, this chick is actually improvising, stealing the limelight?!

Nicely done!

Chu Yi glanced sideways and saw Feng Qian’s eyes narrow, instantly becoming extremely dangerous.

Where Wu Xue’s gaze met hers, it seemed as if sparks were flying.

“Young and pretty?

Little girl, you do have a sense of humor, too bad, your Junior Martial Uncle prefers someone with a better figure.”

With that, Feng Qian thrust out her chest, and her impressive curves instantly made Wu Xue feel inferior.

She looked down at herself, then at Feng Qian, and in the blink of an eye came up with a counter-attack.

She hugged Chu Yi’s arm and cooed, “Junior Martial Uncle, I want it too, you have to help me.”

Chu Yi took in a sharp breath.

This girl is really a hidden drama queen!

She can even say something like that?

Meanwhile, Feng Qian became even more certain of the truth in Chu Yi’s words, and inexplicably, a protective instinct arose within her…

“Sorry, he’s your Junior Martial Uncle, and he’s mine, so I can’t help you.

You better go find a boyfriend soon.”

The opportunity has arrived!

Wu Xue’s eyes flashed as she seized the moment and said, “Is that so?

But you don’t sleep in the same room, does that really count as being together?”

Feng Qian was immediately left speechless, while Chu Yi gave Wu Xue a surreptitious thumbs up.

Brilliant!

She couldn’t have played it any better.

Encouraged, Wu Xue was overjoyed and then had another burst of inspiration.

She leaned into Chu Yi’s ear, loud enough for Feng Qian to hear and said, “Junior Martial Uncle, I see there are only two bedrooms here.

Since Junior Martial Uncle’s wife won’t let you into the master bedroom, let’s sleep in the spare bedroom together.”

As she said this, she also drew a circle on the back of Chu Yi’s hand while under Feng Qian’s watch, the implication was clear.

With such a blatant provocation, Feng Qian was instantly enraged, and pulled Chu Yi towards her in a drunken haze, saying, “What nonsense are you talking about, young lady!

Chu Yi, let’s go!

We’re going to sleep.”

As she said this, she dragged Chu Yi toward the bedroom.

Chu Yi gave Wu Xue a thumbs up, and Wu Xue silently cheered him on with a clenched fist.

Bang!

The bedroom door closed.

Chu Yi sighed to himself.

Senior Martial Sister surely took on a good disciple!