Miss Truth
Chapter 137 - 87: A Rare Flower

Chapter 137: Chapter 87: A Rare Flower

Having stood quietly for a long time, Su Fu leaned slightly to the side, his deep eyes staring at her intently, before he threw the cup in his hand onto a table near the door. After watching it settle stably on top, he began to unfasten his belt.

Ran Yan glanced at the lighting. The moonlight was like water, and visibility was quite good. She would have preferred seeing in daylight, but the fact that Su Fu was willing to keep the appointment was already a great honor. Demanding more could infuriate him, which would certainly not be good.

The deep gray outer robe slid off due to his movements, hanging on the cockscomb behind him and trailing sinuously on the ground. Su Fu’s shirt was already unbuttoned, the front open, revealing his muscular chest.

Ran Yan had seen it more than once, in the carriage, and last night in the bamboo house in this courtyard, but each time was only a brief glimpse, and now, she was only inches away from him.

His shoulders were broad and solid, the Adam’s apple on his neck distinct with slight bulges of veins leading to his clavicles. His skin was pale and serene yet seemed to burst with energy. The muscles on his chest were slightly raised, distinct yet not exaggerated. The paleness of his skin made the two fruits on his chest appear irresistibly tender and red, almost translucent under the moonlight. The well-defined muscles on his abdomen were not like those specially trained "rocks" but rather, under his mild appearance, hid strength.

The unabashed look in Ran Yan’s eyes caused the muscles on Su Fu’s sturdy arms to tense slightly, with the veins on his neck even bulging slightly as if he were desperately trying to restrain himself.

"Shall we continue?" Su Fu asked, his voice cold and suppressed.

Ran Yan was about to nod when he continued, "You can look, however... after looking, you have two choices: either become my wife or die."

He paused, then added, "Of course, you can also choose not to look."

Now, Ran Yan was in a quandary. Just to see someone’s body, she had to either give up the rest of her life or her life itself, neither of which seemed to be a good deal. Although the man before her was indeed a rare perfection, he lived a life licking blood off the blade’s edge... Ran Yan frowned and said, "Are you being unfair here?"

"You only said you wanted to see clearly, you never said I couldn’t make demands," Su Fu said indifferently and began to dress, "Think it over."

Ran Yan hummed. Anyway, she had never thought that Su Fu could lie like a corpse on a dissection table for her viewing pleasure, so she hadn’t taken it seriously from the start. This outcome wasn’t too disappointing. However, she found it amusing that Su Fu was acting like a virtuous man demanding responsibility after a glance at his body, a truly rare trait for an ancient man.

"I should go back now," Ran Yan said gracefully as she walked to the chest, bent down to pick it up, and walked to the bamboo door. Just then, she heard his cold voice from behind, "Are you hungry?"

Ran Yan paused, turned her head to look at him, her lips curving slightly. In a cool voice, she responded, "After taking such a disadvantage at great effort, if you’re offering a meal, I might as well be hungry."

Su Fu nodded, walked over to a bamboo cage by the house, and withdrew a chicken. The cold light in his hand flashed but then stopped abruptly as he turned to look at Ran Yan.

Ran Yan tilted her head to look at the cage, which contained chickens, ducks, and geese, and said, "Chicken."

Then, without hesitation, Su Fu’s short knife slit the chicken’s neck, but curiously, no blood spurted out.

Su Fu quickly started a fire outside the courtyard and went to the creek to clean the chicken he had just killed. This was what he was best at. Ran Yan watched his rapid movements with the knife, neat and efficient, and out of curiosity, got up and sat on the bank to watch.

Looking at his cold, sculpted-like profile, Ran Yan suddenly felt that he might not be as unapproachable as he appeared. Perhaps like her, working in a serious profession for so long had gradually made him forget how to change his expressions. Since her rebirth, having more free time had allowed her to slowly thaw, and spending time with Ten Brothers, Xing Naiang, Wan Lu, and her informal master, she smiled much more than before and also no longer dreamt of the past.

After these brief two encounters, Su Fu gave Ran Yan the impression of being outwardly cold and stern but inwardly just a somewhat stronger ordinary person.

"Can you teach me Martial Arts?" Ran Yan suddenly asked.

Su Fu, having cleaned two chickens, didn’t even glance at her as he stood up and walked towards the fire, leaving only a cold sentence behind, "I only know how to kill."

Since the age of thirteen, he had known only how to kill. All his Martial Arts techniques were lethal, and if he encountered a formidable enemy, his methods would result in mutual destruction; rarely did he have any defensive moves. His purpose was to kill, no matter the method or the cost.

"Then teach me how to kill," Ran Yan said. If pushed into a corner, killing could indeed be an excellent way to protect oneself. She might not need it in her lifetime, but learning a few tricks was always a precautionary measure.

Su Fu sat cross-legged by the fire, with two chickens skewered above it. He squinted at the chickens as he seasoned them, his lips slightly pursed. After a moment of silence, he slowly uttered one word, "Fine."

Only after getting his response did Ran Yan sit down opposite him.

It was the end of summer. Although the days were still scorching, the nights carried a hint of coolness. It was probably what they call "the mid-night cool" time. Su Fu took off the cloak he was wearing and handed it across the fire to Ran Yan.

Ran Yan did not refuse and softly thanked him with a "Thank you."

The atmosphere was quiet and harmonious. Ran Yan added wood to the fire while Su Fu occasionally turned the chickens. Soon, the scent wafted through the air. Knowing it would take a while longer, she started a conversation, "Can we talk?"

Su Fu grunted in affirmation.

Ran Yan, adopting a resigned attitude since she already knew his identity and had coincidentally witnessed him killing, knew enough to potentially be silenced herself, so learning a bit more wouldn’t hurt, "Why do you kill those officials?"

Su Fu glanced at Ran Yan. He thought she would ask why he had chosen the path of an assassin, but evidently, he had underestimated this lady’s astuteness.

After a pause, Su Fu answered, "Not just officials; there are others. It’s just easier for me to be ruthless when it comes to Court officials."

"So you are a freelance assassin?" Ran Yan asked as she poked the fire.

"Half. I can take any employer’s hiring, but there are certain jobs I absolutely must do," Su Fu quickly added another line, "This time, I might be able to get out."

Ran Yan didn’t know the deeper meaning of his words, but considering their brief acquaintance and the confidential nature of their discussion, she wasn’t too surprised. Their mutual aura was so similar—it was like meeting a kindred spirit in the vast sea of people. The joy, reassurance, and trust one felt could only be understood through experience. Even cautious individuals like them could open up to a certain extent.

"You’re not insinuating reincarnation, are you?" Ran Yan bent her legs, resting her chin on her knees as she suddenly asked this.

Su Fu was slightly taken aback, "Reincarnation?"

Seeing his reaction, Ran Yan knew that was not the case. This affinity they felt had nothing to do with being reborn or transported through time. (To be continued. If you like this work, we welcome you to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast a recommendation ticket or monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)