Chapter 8: Is there anyone who calls you husband right away like this?
Meanwhile, Luo Chen, who had just calmed down, wore a smirk more crooked than a dragon king’s.
He’d long heard of Su Wan’er’s reputation and knew of the early betrothal between the Luo and Su families—though it was with Luo Jiutian.
Heh, but now…
The Luo family’s Young Master was no longer Luo Jiutian—it was him, Luo Chen!
By clan custom, with the Young Master title changed, all resources, connections, and even betrothals tied to the former heir would be reassigned.
The marriage with Su Wan’er would naturally fall to him.
The Su family hadn’t spoken publicly, likely to save face, waiting for him to solidify his position before announcing.
To Luo Chen, this was their test.
As long as he performed strongly and steadily, no matter Su Wan’er’s past ties to Luo Jiutian, she’d end up his.
Her sudden arrival today was a signal.
She couldn’t wait to see her future husband.
With his status and heaven-defying talent, it made sense for a fairy to chase him.
His eyes gleamed with confidence.
He adjusted his sleeves, standing to greet her.
But his smile froze.
Su Wan’er didn’t even glance his way, heading straight for the corner.
The crowd froze, then erupted.
“She’s… going to Luo Jiutian?”
“No way, another one over there? Is there some rare treasure in that corner?”
“Feels more like unresolved feelings.”
As Su Wan’er’s steps neared, Luo Jiutian stayed seated, expression calm, lifting his teacup for a slow sip.
Tactical tea-drinking.
When a familiar pair of embroidered shoes stopped before him, he looked up, ready to say something polite to brush her off.
Before he could speak, Su Wan’er leaned down, calling sweetly: “Husband~”
Pfft—
Luo Jiutian spat out his tea.
“Fairy Su… Wan’er, what are you saying? We’re not—”
Before he could finish, Su Wan’er leaned closer, kissing him on the lips in front of everyone.
Luo Jiutian was stunned. So was the crowd.
The hall exploded.
“She… she called Luo Jiutian ‘husband’… and kissed him?”
“Fck! That’s way too bold!”
“Coming to a Luo family banquet and seeing this? Worth dying for!”
The clamor hadn’t settled when—
Crack.*
The teacup in Luo Yunlan’s hand split with a clear fissure.
Tea seeped through the crack onto her hand, unnoticed, as she sat motionless.
A flash of crimson glinted in her eyes.
How dare this woman?
Barely stepping into the Luo family, she kissed her Xiaotian in front of everyone.
Audacious, shameless, brazen.
The words flashed through her mind, but they couldn’t quell the rising tide of emotion.
What truly unsettled her wasn’t the kiss.
It was that Su Wan’er dared to act, while she didn’t.
No one noticed Luo Yunlan’s reaction; all talk centered on Su Wan’er’s shocking move.
Luo Chen wasn’t the only one shaken.
He’d risen confidently to greet Su Wan’er, only to be ignored.
Now, he watched the woman he thought was his fiancée not only approach Luo Jiutian but kiss him.
[Ding! Host has successfully shattered Child of Destiny ‘Luo Chen’s’ composure, converting destiny points…]
[Current Earth return countdown: 299 years, 6 months.]
[Two years deducted. Remaining time: 297 years, 6 months.]
The system’s voice rang in his mind, but Luo Jiutian had no time to care.
Su Wan’er had taken a seat—right on his other side.
Before he could react, two beauties flanked him, one on each side.
Su Wan’er smiled, clinging to his arm, leaning closer: “Husband, I missed you so much.”
Luo Jiutian’s eyelids twitched as he tried to pull free, but her grip was surprisingly firm.
After two failed attempts, he gave up.
“Wan’er, this isn’t funny,” he said lowly. “Calling me ‘husband’ isn’t appropriate.”
Su Wan’er blinked: “Why not? We’re betrothed, aren’t we?”
She leaned even closer, pouting: “Or… are you, Brother Jiutian, rejecting me?”
Luo Jiutian opened his mouth, but a gentle voice cut in from his other side.
“There was a betrothal, true… but with the Young Master changed, your relationship should be reconsidered.”
Su Wan’er turned, her smile fading as she looked at Luo Yunlan: “And you are?”
Luo Yunlan met her gaze: “Luo Yunlan, eldest daughter of the Luo family.”
She paused, her eyes flicking to Luo Jiutian, then added: “His companion since childhood.”
Su Wan’er let out an “oh,” tilting her head, thoughtful.
No wonder Brother Jiutian seemed distant. Normally, he’d tease her until she blushed.
She thought he was shy, but… was there a rival by his side?
And what was with this gentle, poised, ‘main wife’ vibe?
Infuriating!
She couldn’t lose in aura!
“Luo Yunlan…” she repeated softly, then smiled: “Odd, Brother Jiutian never mentioned you.”
Luo Yunlan smiled back: “Funny, he never mentioned you, his so-called fiancée, either.”
Their eyes locked, neither yielding.
The air grew heavy, tension spreading.
Su Wan’er’s fingers shifted subtly: “Seems you and Brother Jiutian are quite close. I’m a bit jealous.”
Luo Yunlan nodded slightly: “You flatter me, Sister Wan’er. Growing up together builds a unique bond.”
Their exchange seemed calm, but Luo Jiutian, caught between them, felt two invisible pressures.
He focused ahead, trying to sip tea, only to find his cup empty.
He reached for the teapot, but two slender hands touched his at once.
Su Wan’er: “I’ll do it.”
Luo Yunlan: “I’ve got it.”
Their eyes met again, smiles intact, but sparks flickered in the air.
Luo Jiutian’s head ached. He pressed the table, pushing the teapot to the center: “You two have fun. I’m not thirsty.”
Both women sensed his ‘mood,’ their aggressive auras softening.
Su Wan’er pouted outwardly but gloated inside.
See? Brother Jiutian still cared about her.
His expression clearly showed he was upset for her, finding Luo Yunlan too pushy.
Hmph, no way he’d change his heart.
Across from her, Luo Yunlan’s lips curved faintly.
Xiaotian… didn’t like others being too forward with her.
That girl’s bold move had annoyed him, hence his expression.
He still leaned toward her.
Both stayed silent, each reaching opposite conclusions.
Suddenly, Luo Chen’s voice rang out, clear and firm, breaking the odd atmosphere: “Thank you all for coming. I, Luo Chen, am deeply grateful.”
He bowed, his demeanor solemn: “As of today, I take on the role of Luo family Young Master. My earlier impulsiveness was discourteous, spoiling the mood. Please forgive me.”
The guests paused, looking at him.
Luo Chen’s tone was steady, neither servile nor arrogant: “The transfer of clan authority is paramount. I don’t intend to rely on status for respect—I aim to earn it with strength.”
He paused, scanning the crowd: “With so many talents here, if anyone’s interested, I’d be glad to spar and learn.”
His gaze flicked to Luo Jiutian, then he stood with hands behind his back, awaiting responses.
The crowd caught on—
Luo Chen was stepping up, aiming to prove himself with a real fight.
Eyes lit up, battle intent rising.
The show was about to begin.