Under One Person: Feng Shui Master, I Will Protect the Mountains and Rivers with My Own Body

As autumn fades into winter, the winds of Tianjin carry a chilling edge, but this is no problem for the few people living in Building B4 of Rainbow Garden.

In the courtyard, two figures appeared and disappeared intermittently.

Xia He moved with lightning speed, her long pink hair drawing a sharp arc in the air. She didn't use any special abilities, relying purely on her physical explosiveness and the "observation" she had practiced recently. Just before Ding Shian threw a punch, she sidestepped at an extremely strange angle.

Her hand, like a snake spitting its tongue, stopped steadily half an inch in front of Ding Shian's throat.

Ding Shian's fist stopped at her abdomen.

"A draw." Ding Shian withdrew his fist, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes. "Sister-in-law, your comprehension is even better than I imagined. Although I suppressed my cultivation level, being able to keep up with my pace in such a short time, you've already entered the inner sanctum."

Xia He let out a long sigh, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and a long-lost confident smile appeared on her face.

"Thank you for your guidance, Brother Ding."

"That's pretty good." Feng Baobao, who was squatting on the wall watching the show, interjected while peeling an orange. "Xiangxiang is really good now. If she doesn't use her Qi, she should have no problem beating up Lao Si with just her fists and feet."

"Cough cough cough!"

Xu Si, who was watching the commotion while sipping tea, choked on his water, his face turning red. "Baby! That's going too far! Why do you always use me as a unit of measurement for everything? Don't I have any dignity?"

"Fourth Brother," Yan Sen added with a grin, "Why don't you go up and spar with Xiangxiang? I bet you five packs of spicy strips you'll lose."

"Get lost! I'm a mental worker!" Xu Si cursed and gave the middle finger.

"Alright, now that the mission is complete, I should be going."

Ding Shian was a decisive and efficient person who never procrastinated. He slung his faded backpack over his shoulder and bowed to the crowd.

"Brother Ding, are you leaving already? Why don't you stay for a couple more days?" Yan Sen tried to persuade him to stay.

"No, thank you." A hint of fervor flashed in Ding Shian's eyes. "I met a friend who practices external martial arts before, and we've arranged to spar. I'll introduce you to him if I have the chance."

Yan Sen's eyelids twitched.

External training? Are you some kind of martial arts fanatic like yourself?

However, he knew he couldn't stop him, so he could only pat Ding Shian on the shoulder: "Brother Ding, take care. If you get beaten half to death, remember to call me and I'll come get you."

"You jinx," Ding Shian chuckled and cursed, then turned and strode away, his back view exuding an extremely dashing air.

After seeing Ding Shian off, the courtyard suddenly felt much emptier.

"Then we'll head back too." Xu Si glanced at his watch. "The company's been pressuring us like crazy, so my baby and I have to go back to work. My husband hasn't been feeling well lately, so I have to go back and cover for him."

"Goodbye, Wood." Feng Baobao waved to Yan Sen, carrying her huge hiking backpack full of snacks.

Xia He stepped forward, took Feng Baobao's hand, and the two huddled in a corner, whispering to each other about something.

Yan Sen, being very curious, twitched his ears and quietly activated the earth elemental energy beneath his feet, wanting to eavesdrop on the girls' secrets.

"...Wooden head...sometimes he's a bit silly...you have to..."

"...I know...next time I'll..."

Yan Sen was listening intently when he suddenly felt a sharp gaze shot towards him.

Xia He suddenly turned his head, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth, his eyes seeming to say: You little brat, you dare to eavesdrop?

"Bang!"

Without any warning, Xia He's long leg sprang out like a spring, landing a precise kick on Yan Sen's buttocks.

"Holy crap!"

Caught off guard, Yan Sen was kicked and staggered.

"Eavesdropping on ladies' conversations will get you struck by lightning!" Xia He tossed her hair, smiling charmingly.

Feng Baobao, standing nearby, gave a thumbs-up: "Xiangxiang, keep it up!"

Xu Si glanced at Yan Sen, who stood beside him looking utterly ashamed, and shook his head with a smug grin: "That's karma. Alright, baby, let's go!"

The roar of the jeep faded into the distance.

The huge villa suddenly fell silent.

Only Yan Sen and Xia He remained, along with the fallen leaves filling the courtyard.

Ever since everyone from my family left, the atmosphere in Building B4 of Rainbow Garden has become a bit... strange.

This strangeness wasn't a cold war between the young couple, but rather a subtle, agonizing feeling.

Yan Sen has been very busy these past few days.

Or rather, he's pretending to be busy.

Before, after meals, this guy would invariably lie in the living room watching TV, fighting with Xia He for the remote, or arguing and teasing each other.

But these past two days, as soon as he puts down his chopsticks, Yan Sen seems to be unable to sit still, and he slips back to his first-floor bedroom, locking the door tightly from the inside.

"What the hell is this bastard doing?!"

Xia He sat cross-legged on the sofa in the living room, holding the remote control and changing channels, but she couldn't get into a single picture even after changing 180 channels.

Her ears were perked up like antennas, constantly monitoring the movements in Yan Sen's room.

"Could it be... because I kicked him that day, and he got angry?" Xia He bit her lip, feeling a little guilty.

Surely not? This guy's skin is thicker than a city wall; he's been insulted a lot before.

Why is that?

Xia He looked down at herself.

Wearing a silk robe, barefoot, her legs were white and long.

Lately, whenever Yan Sen came out to get water, his eyes would always wander intentionally or unintentionally towards her legs and feet. Xia He was all too familiar with that lecherous look.

If you have thieving intentions, why are you hiding from me?

A very bad feeling rose in Xia He's heart.

This guy... could he be seeing someone else?

After all, he's been making those mysterious phone calls these past few days, and his tone has been extremely gentle, even a bit... fawning?

"No, I have to go check it out."

Xia He threw down the remote control, and barefoot, she crept silently to Yan Sen's door like a cat.

Yan Sen's voice could be faintly heard coming from inside the room.

The soundproofing is too good; I can't hear very clearly.

Xia He pressed her ear against the door, held her breath, and even forced her heartbeat to slow down a few beats.

"Thank you...Le..."

"...Thank you...Mr...."

"...Tolerance... um... I know..."

boom--!

It was as if a thunderbolt had exploded in Xia He's mind.

Thanks?

Is this a nickname? It must be a nickname!

Who's such a kind person who keeps saying thank you on the phone? And even using the word "happy"? Happy?

And that "total inclusion"...

A scene instantly flashed through Xia He's mind:

A young, beautiful, gentle, and considerate vixen named "Lele" or "Thank You" was about to act coquettishly with Yan Sen on the other end of the phone, while Yan Sen, that bastard, was saying with a doting expression, "Thank you for your tolerance."

A wave of bittersweet grievance instantly surged into my nose, followed by a raging fire of anger.

You bastard Yan Sen!

I've been doing your laundry and cooking for you every day, practicing my kung fu, chatting with you, and I'm practically yours now! And you've been cheating on me with someone else behind my back?

Tolerance?

I'll tolerate your grandpa!

Xia He became angrier and more aggrieved the more she thought about it.

Was all of this month we spent together, all those little moments we shared, and all the care you showed me, just a lie?

"Scumbag!"

Xia He gritted her teeth, her eyes instantly reddening.

The Qi within her body began to become somewhat unstable due to the intense fluctuations in her emotions, and pink Qi flowed faintly around her.

Screw calm! Screw control!

Today I'm going to see what kind of person that little vixen called "Thank You" really is!

Inside the house, Yan Sen was holding his phone, bowing and scraping on the other end.

"Oh, Uncle Dou, don't worry! This man is absolutely reliable! He has a clean record and is very capable; he will definitely become a formidable general under your command!"

"Yes, yes, okay, then we'll come to report to you in the next couple of days. Please go to your trouble and give us a fast track with the paperwork..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

"Bang--!!!"

The heavy solid wood door let out a miserable scream as it was violently kicked open from the outside.

The door slammed hard against the wall, causing the plaster to flake off.

Yan Sen was so startled that his hand trembled, and his phone almost flew out of his hand.

He looked up in confusion and saw Xia He standing at the door.

She was wearing that burgundy nightgown, her hair was disheveled, her eyes were red-rimmed, her chest was heaving violently, and a pale pink aura swirled around her, like an angry... little pink lion?

"Yan Sen! You bastard!"

Xia He shouted in a tearful voice, pointing at Yan Sen's nose, her finger trembling.

Yan Sen quickly covered the receiver and whispered an explanation into the phone: "It's nothing, Uncle Dou... Um, my cat at home got all angry and started yelling at me... Alright, let's talk when we meet, okay, okay, goodbye Uncle Dou."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Sen threw his phone onto the bed. Looking at Xia He's murderous expression, he felt both sorry for her and amused.

"What's going on? Who upset our beautiful Xia? What did they do to you?"

"You still have the nerve to laugh!"

Xia He rushed to Yan Sen, grabbed his collar, tears welling up in her eyes, but stubbornly refused to fall.

"Who were you talking to on the phone just now? Huh?"

"Who is that 'thank you'? And who is this little devil 'Lele'? Why should I tolerate you? Can I see her? How could you treat me like this?! Huh?!"

Xia He became more and more aggrieved as she spoke, and finally, she couldn't hold back her tears, which fell onto Yan Sen's hand, burning him and making his heart tremble.

Yan Sen was stunned for two seconds before he realized what was happening.

"Thank you, Lele?"

Looking at Xia He's tear-streaked face, he suddenly couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at!" Xia He was so angry she wanted to bite someone.

"No... Xiangxiang, it's a waste of your talent not to write novels with your associative abilities."

Yan Sen reached out and gently wiped away the tears on her face, his tone full of helplessness and doting.

"There's no young girl here. The person on the other end of the phone is Dou Le, the head of the East China region for NaDuTong! Uncle Dou! A man, and he's almost bald!"

"Dou...Le?" Xia He was stunned, sniffed, and looked completely bewildered. "A man? Bald?"

"Yeah! I was just saying 'Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Dou,' when I was asking for a favor, so I had to be polite, right?" Yan Sen shrugged. "Could you have at least overheard the whole thing?"

The air suddenly fell silent for three seconds.

Xia He's face turned red at a visible speed, all the way down to the roots of her neck.

She loosened Yan Sen's collar, took a half-step back somewhat awkwardly, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Is there a mistake?

Is he a balding middle-aged man?

"Then...why did you call him?" Xia He's voice softened instantly. She lowered her head, twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers, like a child who had done something wrong.

Yan Sen sighed as he looked at her.

He stood up, walked up to Xia He, and looked at the top of her head.

"Didn't you keep saying you felt lost? You didn't know where to go or what to do?"

Yan Sen's voice was soft, yet firm.

"I'm helping you find a job."

"The situation in the East China region is special. Uncle Dou has a 'temporary worker' position under him, specifically for handling some matters for the company. There, no one cares about your past, and no one cares about your special abilities."

"I went to great lengths to get in touch with Uncle Dou, and I'm preparing to let you give it a try."

"With this identity, at least in the world of supernatural beings, no one will dare to mess with you."

Xia He suddenly raised her head and stared blankly at Yan Sen.

So... he'd been hiding in his room all this time, acting all mysterious, to pave the way for her future?

He neither despised her nor betrayed her; instead, he tried his best to give her a place to settle down and make a living.

"You...you're making me really embarrassed..."

Xia He lowered her head and muttered softly, but her tears flowed even more fiercely.

This time, it wasn't because of feeling wronged, but because of an unprecedented feeling of being cared for.

"Oh dear, don't cry, don't cry."

He reached out and gently pulled Xia He into his arms, patting her back softly.

"Why are you crying? Everyone has a dark past. If you don't want to go, we won't go. I'll just support you at home for the rest of my life, I can afford it anyway."

Xia He buried her face in Yan Sen's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat and smelling the faint scent of laundry detergent on him.

The weight that had been hanging over my heart finally lifted.

She sniffed, and suddenly made up her mind.

She lifted her head from Yan Sen's embrace, her deep blue eyes shimmering with tears, yet carrying a desperate courage.

"Yan Sen".

"Hmm?" Yan Sen looked down at her.

"Come closer, I'll tell you a secret." Xia He's eyes flickered, and her voice trembled slightly.

"Hmm? What secret...?"

Yan Sen approached without any warning.

Before he could finish speaking, a fragrant breeze wafted over.

I felt a soft, warm, and tender sensation on my lips, with a slightly salty taste of tears and a faint scent of strawberry toothpaste.

The kiss was awkward, even clumsy; it was just a simple touch, yet it carried a passionate, reckless intensity.

Several seconds later, Xia He stepped back a little.

Her face was as red as a ripe tomato, her eyes were somewhat flustered, and she dared not look Yan Sen in the eye, but her hands were tightly gripping Yan Sen's clothes, refusing to let go.

"I'll tell you after we kiss."

Xia He blushed and said something in a soft but domineering voice.

Then, before Yan Sen could react, she closed her eyes, stood on tiptoe again, and clumsily but firmly kissed his lips.