Full-Time Magister: The Evil Emperor Descends

Chapter 82 My Eldest Daughter Will Marry You
At dawn, birds sing on the branches, announcing the arrival of a new day.

The bright sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the beautiful woman's exquisite, flawless sleeping face.

With her long eyelashes fluttering, Leng Qing slowly awoke from her sleep.

She opened her blurry eyes and looked around in confusion, not understanding how she ended up at the counter.

She shook her head slightly, then remembered that she had accidentally fallen asleep at the counter last night.

I wanted to stretch, but I found something draped over my shoulders.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a blanket covering him.

She was clearly asleep, so how did the blanket end up on her?
Leng Qing rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. He had drunk quite a bit last night and seemed to have forgotten something.

Hearing noises coming from the kitchen, she went over out of curiosity.

As soon as she stepped inside, she saw a scene that shocked her.

A handsome, tall, and unfamiliar man was wearing an apron and was intently preparing food in a pot.

The boy caught a glimpse of Leng Qing entering from the corner of his eye, turned around, and smiled broadly.

"You're awake. I made some breakfast; I don't know if it suits your taste."

Leng Qing tidied her messy hair. It was the first time she had ever seen a strange boy personally make breakfast for her.

For a moment, she was stunned, staring at Mo Xie's retreating figure.

"Stop daydreaming, go wash up, dinner will be ready soon."

Seeing that Leng Qing was still standing there, Mo Xie felt strange and couldn't help but remind him.

"Ah good."

Leng Qing snapped out of her daze, her face slightly flushed, and ran away embarrassed.

It's so strange that she just had a warm feeling about the scene in front of her!

Leng Qing, what are you thinking? It must be because you just woke up, that's right!

Mo Xie watched Leng Qing's hurried figure and shrugged helplessly.

In my mind, shouldn't Leng Qing be a cool and aloof older sister type? Why does she seem a little... cute now?
Indeed, if Qin Zhan dies, it might not only change Leng Lingling, but Leng Qing will also be changed.

At least for now, she is still a little girl with her father by her side.

I successfully saved a family. My choice was right, wasn't it, Mom...?

Mo Xie chuckled softly, then stopped thinking about it and focused on the breakfast in the pot.

After Leng Qing finished washing up, she went downstairs and saw the rich and varied breakfast on the dining table. Her red lips parted slightly, and her beautiful eyes were full of surprise.

"This is...this is too lavish!"

Mo walked out from the kitchen, pulled out two tissues, wiped his hands, and said with a smile.

"Of course, you should eat a good breakfast. I made some local breakfasts for you. Try them and see how they taste."

Leng Qing didn't touch her chopsticks, but stared at the sofa next to her.

On the sofa, a blanket was neatly folded, and from the folds, it was easy to tell that someone had lain on it last night.

She pointed to the sofa and looked at Mo Xie with a puzzled expression.

"You didn't sleep on the sofa last night, did you?"

"Yeah, what's the problem?"

Mo Xie scratched his head, not understanding why she asked that question.

Upon hearing Mo's answer, Leng Qing's delicate eyebrows immediately furrowed, and she said with dissatisfaction.

"Didn't I take you to your room? Why are you still sleeping on the sofa?"

Mo Xie smiled slightly, thinking it was something else entirely; so this was it.

"Oh, you mean this? I'm not entirely comfortable with you sleeping on the counter. Just in case, it's better if I sleep on the sofa to take care of you."

for me?

Leng Qing froze on the spot upon hearing Mo Xie's words, her beautiful eyes staring straight at him.

"Alright, try it now, it's best to eat it while it's hot."

Mo Xie couldn't stand that gaze, so she quickly changed the subject.

Leng Qing nodded, picked up her chopsticks, took a pan-fried bun, and took a small bite.

With one bite, the broth fills your taste buds, and a flavor called "happiness" spreads throughout your body.

Leng Qing stared wide-eyed at the pan-fried bun in her hand, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"How's it going? Not bad, right?"

Seeing her reaction, Mo Xie knew that she had done a good job.

"Oh, I also made one for your father and sister. You can take it to the hospital later." "No need, I'm already back."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Zhan pushed open the door with a smile and entered, followed by Leng Lingling, who was pouting.

"Dad, why are you back? Why didn't you stay at the hospital? Lingling, why didn't you stop me!"

"Hmph, I've already tried to persuade him, but he just won't listen. What can I do?"

Leng Lingling gave a soft snort and turned her head away.

"Alright, Dad is fine now, so you don't need to worry."

Qin Zhan offered a reassuring remark, picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of the pan-fried bun, and his eyes widened in surprise.

"It's really delicious, even better than some of the old restaurants in Shanghai!"

"It's all there."

Just then, Song Qiming returned home, and the family sat down at the dining table to eat breakfast.

After finishing breakfast, Mo Xie got up to clear the dishes, but Leng Qing stopped her.

"Let me do it."

Leng Qing carried a plate of bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen.

"Xiao Xie, how is my daughter?"

Qin Zhan draped his arm over Mo Xie's shoulder and addressed him familiarly as "Little Xie".

"W-what do you mean?"

"You're handsome, capable, and a great cook. I might as well marry my eldest daughter to you as a way of repaying a favor."

He winked and said jokingly.

"Dad, what are you talking about!"

Leng Qing ran out with a blush on her pretty face, and said with dissatisfaction.

"I think Mo Xie is pretty good, and you definitely won't be at a disadvantage."

"Um... I'm only sixteen, not eighteen yet."

At least ask the person involved for their opinion!
Mo Xie's lips twitched, and he said something.

Leng Qing bit her red lips, glanced at Mo Xie, tossed her hair, and turned to walk into the kitchen.

"Haha, it's been a long time since I've seen such an amusing Qing'er. Just kidding, don't take it to heart."

Qin Zhan patted Mo Xie on the shoulder and said with a loud laugh.

"I, Qin Zhan, owe you a favor. If you encounter any difficulties in the future, come to me. My words still carry some weight."

"Alright, thank you, Cold Hunter King."

"What Cold Hunter King? Just call me Uncle Qin."

After chatting for a while, Mo Xie glanced at the time and then said goodbye.

"Wait a moment!"

At this moment, Leng Lingling ran downstairs and called out to Mo Xie.

She took out a poster and handed it to him, her face flushed with embarrassment, and she said shyly in a low voice.

"Sign...sign..."

Mo Xie signed her name on the poster and patted her little head.

"Lingling, bye-bye."

After Mo Xie left, Leng Lingling happily ran upstairs with the autograph, leaving only Qin Zhan and Song Qiming behind.

Qin Zhan watched Mo Xie's departing figure and sighed softly.

"What, you figured it out?"

Song Qiming took out his pipe and took a puff.

"Although he appears to be friendly and approachable, experienced people can easily tell from the details that it's not the real him. He always wears a false mask and is wary of everyone he interacts with."

Qin Zhan spoke slowly, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

“I think it’s a good thing to be wary; something must have happened to that child before.”

Song Qiming exhaled a smoke ring and expressed a different viewpoint.

"Every family has its own troubles..."

The figure hiding in the corridor overheard the conversation and quietly left.

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