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Chapter 110 True and False
Shang Xingjian and Cheng Mai looked at each other, but neither answered the question, neither saying that they could believe it nor that they couldn't.

Cheng Mai was waiting; she would believe him as long as the businessmen explained it simply.

But it seemed she couldn't hear the answer.

"In this world, what is said may be false, what is done may be false. In the ups and downs of life, truth and falsehood are intertwined. Who can say for sure whether what they do is true or false?" Shang Xingjian raised his hand and placed it on Cheng Mai's head. He stood up and moved closer to her, his forehead almost touching hers.

"But whether it's true or not, I won't harm you."

A casual remark was spoken, and Shang Xingjian lingered in her ear for a moment before returning to normal and sitting down again.

"What could that old man, your dad, possibly say to me? It's just that I hitched a ride back with him, and he said a few words to me because he was annoyed. Do you think I'd hold a grudge against him?" Shang Xingjian resumed his carefree demeanor, sat back down on the edge of the bed, and looked at Cheng Mai with a smile.

Cheng Mai was in a state of confusion, staring coldly at Shang Xingjian. Sometimes she really wanted to slap him hard across the face with that smirking expression.

But damn it, I can't bear to part with it.

"How's your big matter going?" Cheng Mai asked coldly, effectively letting go of the previous question.

"It's going well, progressing steadily, faster than I expected."

Qingfan's awakening proves that others will gradually awaken as well, which is a good thing for him.

"Cheng Ming is Qingfan Divine Lord," Cheng Mai asked again.

Cheng Ming, Cheng Ming, means clarity and brightness, bringing clarity to the world.

She should have thought of that long ago.

Shang Xingjian clicked his tongue and said, "Look, look, you want to be colleagues with him, but he wants to be your father. Tsk tsk tsk, do you see? I'm still better."

Cheng Mai: "...Just as I thought."

Cheng Mai pursed his lips slightly, then looked at Shang Xingjian with a dangerous gaze again, "You don't just have a bad relationship with the God of Wisdom, do you? Otherwise, why would the God of Qingfan treat you this way as well?"

"You're mainly jealous, jealous that I'm better than all of you," Shang Xingjian said shamelessly.

Cheng Mai looked at him with an expression that said, "I'm not listening to your nonsense," while Shang Xingjian laughed even more happily.

Cheng Mai got even angrier and wanted to hit someone.

Shang Xingjian raised his hand and brushed the stray hairs from her forehead behind her ear. "Leave the Cheng Group's affairs to Cheng Ming. You can hold on to him until you're sure he's regained his senses, but now that he has, no matter who he works for, he won't harm anyone."

"But you said he once massacred a city."

"Killing is for the sake of saving lives," Shang Xingjian explained.

"Do you believe him that much?"

"Because he is a god." As a god, one must care for all living beings and be willing to sacrifice oneself to protect them.

"Does God never do bad things?" Cheng Mai asked again.

Shang Xingjian suddenly laughed and rubbed her head. "Watch less TV dramas. Real gods don't have romantic feelings."

"Then he still wants to be my father."

This question really surprised Shang Xingjian, who then collapsed onto the bed and laughed uncontrollably after a moment of stunned silence.

Cheng Mai angrily kicked him. Is it that funny?

“Even gods have their little quirks, and being a father isn’t a big deal.” Shang Xingjian was kicked by her and lay back on the bed, looking at the ceiling and defending Cheng Ming, “After all, it’s not surprising that ten of the twelve gods wanted to be your father back then.”

"You want to be my son?" Cheng Mai didn't even ask, yet he already knew who the only person who didn't want to be her father was. "Me?" Shang Xingjian put his hands under his head, but only sighed and didn't respond.

Cheng Mai suddenly got up, straddled Shang Xingjian's lap, and pressed his palms against the bed surface, supporting Shang Xingjian's face.

Shang Xingjian's gaze fell on her hand. Seeing that she avoided the wound, he didn't say anything, but met her eyes and asked, "What, are you going to force yourself on me?"

Cheng Mai ignored his teasing and hovered above him, looking down at him. "Tell me what kind of person your wife in the mortal world is."

This was the first time Cheng Mai had taken the initiative and wanted to know the details of that person's existence.

"She loves to eat fish, right?"

Shang Xingjian and Cheng Mai looked at each other, neither missing a single subtle emotion in the other's eyes.

Shang Xingjian remained motionless, saying, "It's been too long; I've long forgotten."

"You're lying," Cheng Mai bluntly exposed. "The house in the Qiankun Bag is untouched by the past. Besides you, who else could keep it clean all this time?"

"You've been carrying around this useless and worthless dilapidated house all this time. Can you really forget it?"

Shang Xingjian raised an eyebrow slightly, "If I don't take you with me, where will you find a place to recover if you get injured?"

"Don't change the subject." Cheng Mai frowned, threatening fiercely.

The merchant smiled but didn't change the subject or say anything more.

Cheng Mai was so tired from supporting himself on the bed that he simply lay down on Shang Xingjian, pressing his cheek against his chest, where he could hear his heartbeat.

The merchant paused for a moment, then finally raised his hand and patted her back gently. "It's nothing serious, don't be so nervous, everything can be resolved."

Cheng Mai didn't move. She was indeed nervous, and besides nervous, she was also afraid—a fear she had never felt before. She was afraid she wouldn't be able to handle the major matter that Jian from the business company was talking about.

"Are you looking for someone else?" Cheng Mai asked.

Qingfan is the first, but definitely not the last. Other deities will be found one after another. And what happens after they are all found?

Cheng Mai realized that what she feared most was what would happen next.

"Everything is preordained, it's all up to fate," Shang Xingjian joked again.

"Boss, Maimai, are you answering the phone?" Shen Luo shouted loudly from the door. She didn't even think about opening the door, worried about seeing something she shouldn't see. After all, these two hadn't even crossed the line yet, but they were already acting recklessly.

The merchant's hand, which was resting on Cheng Mai's back, paused slightly. After thinking for a moment, he said, "This little bird is becoming less and less lovable as it grows up."

Cheng Mai leaned on Shang Xingjian's shoulder to get up, nimbly got out of bed, and ignored his childish rebuke.

Shang Xingjian didn't get up; he remained lying down.

Cheng Mai ignored him, walked to the door, opened it, and took the phone. "Xiao Qian, how is it?"

Xiaoqian was sent to Hanshan Temple this morning to handle the aftermath, and it's almost time now.

"There aren't many creatures in the mountains. After counting, only a few dozen have developed intelligence. However, the situation on the mountain isn't good. The springs have dried up, and the trees are starting to wither."

Cheng Mai turned to look at Shen Luo, who shrugged slightly. "With the dragon bone pressing down, Hanshan Temple has a continuous supply of spiritual energy. The vegetation on the mountain has always been nourished by spiritual energy, so it's normal for it to wither now that there's no spiritual energy."

"Deal with those sentient beings first. Should we recruit them or something? You all come up with a plan," Cheng Mai said, then seemed to remember something. "I've seen that headless monster with Shang Xingjian, but we didn't encounter it yesterday. Remember to be careful, don't… *beep beep beep*"

The call was suddenly cut off.