Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

The next moment, a woman in ancient costume, dressed in white as snow and with a graceful figure, slowly walked out, bathed in moonlight-like light and shadow.

It was the girl who had just made a contract with Lin Quan.

Although they had already caught a glimpse of her face, Lin Quan and Qiao Jingjing still held their breath when she actually stood before them.

Stunning, exquisite, and perfectly natural...

Furthermore, he possesses a gentle and refined scholarly air, soft yet not weak, calm yet not stagnant.

Such a person not only inspires protectiveness, but even Zhu Zhuqing subconsciously straightened her back, as if afraid of disturbing this graceful figure.

Three pairs of eyes fell on her simultaneously, but she showed no hesitation. A slight smile played on her lips as she spoke with poise and grace:

"Young master, greetings to my two elder sisters. My name is Wang Yuyan."

As the names were uttered, Lin Quan and Qiao Jingjing exchanged glances, a tacit understanding forming between them—

Sure enough, it was her.

At this time, Wang Yuyan looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a somewhat immature appearance. In terms of age, she was even more naive than Zhu Zhuqing.

Seeing her take the initiative to greet him, Lin Quan smiled and nodded: "Greetings, Miss Wang. I am Lin Quan, the keeper of this Time Mirror."

"The two people beside you are both, like you, people who have a contract with the Mirror Master."

"This is Qiao Jingjing, from the devastated land of the apocalypse."

"This is Zhu Zhuqing, born in the realm of Martial Soul Awakening."

He explained things concisely and clearly.

As soon as she finished speaking, Qiao Jingjing and Zhu Zhuqing stepped forward, beaming with smiles:

"Yu Yan, I am Qiao Jingjing."

"Sister Yuyan, I am Zhu Zhuqing."

After the four exchanged greetings, Lin Quan turned his gaze to Qiao Jingjing, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable weight:

"Jingjing, you and Zhuqing stay with Miss Wang and explain the situation here in detail."

Qiao Jingjing nodded in response, without saying much, but gently placed her hand on Wang Yuyan's arm.

She exchanged a quick glance with Zhu Qing, then grabbed Wang Yuyan's wrist and pulled her into the sofa to sit down.

Seeing this, Lin Quan remained silent and left.

He went straight into the kitchen, where pots and pans clattered and clattered as he quickly started preparing the late-night snack.

Time slipped by quietly as the fire flickered in the stove...

More than half an hour later, Lin Quan returned to the living room carrying a tray.

To his surprise, as soon as he entered, he saw Wang Yuyan with red eyes and tears streaming down her face like broken glass beads.

Lin Quan paused, gently placing the tray on the coffee table, his gaze sweeping over Qiao Jingjing and Zhu Zhuqing: "What's wrong?"

Zhu Zhuqing didn't beat around the bush. She pointed to the books that Qiao Jingjing had just stuffed into the coffee table, which were spread out on the corner: "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils".

Lin Quan suddenly understood everything.

Wang Yuyan's state is somewhat similar to Zhu Qing's, yet completely different.

Zhu Qing was a tough nut to crack; she would rather die than surrender. She escaped Xingluo with her last breath and bumped into Lin Quan halfway there, where she signed a contract to try and survive.

And what about Wang Yuyan? Her heart was completely devoted to her cousin. She was naively foolish and utterly infatuated—in short, she was a complete "unrequited love maniac."

What's even more heartbreaking is that her cousin only cares about the country and its people.

In other people's eyes, she was nothing more than a walking encyclopedia of martial arts, someone they kept when they were comfortable using her, and discarded when they didn't, not even sparing a single word of personal advice.

Right now, she had just finished reading the ending and saw her cousin's cold face clearly, and her mind went blank.

I don't believe it, I don't want to believe it, and I can't swallow this insult—once my defenses crumble, my tears become uncontrollable, and no amount of coaxing can stop them.

Lin Quan stood there, opened his mouth, but in the end only let out a soft sigh.

"I didn't expect it to turn out like this..."

Qiao Jingjing rubbed her temples, her voice tinged with helplessness, yet a sly smile subtly crept into her eyes:

"I wanted to make her open her eyes and see clearly, but I never expected her to completely destroy the house..."

She paused, blinked, and added:

"But looking at it from another angle, it might not be a bad thing."

"As the old saying goes, whitewashing diminishes your charm by three-tenths, while turning evil increases your aura tenfold."

"Once she recovers from this, she might just surprise us with something big."

Lin Quan looked at Wang Yuyan's trembling shoulders as she cried, his Adam's apple bobbed, but he ultimately remained silent.

After a moment of silence, he turned to the three of them and said, "How about... we grab something to eat first?"

My gaze fell upon a plate of freshly cooked Sichuan-style stir-fry—the main ingredient being century-old soft-boned rabbit. The spicy aroma mixed with the fatty fragrance wafted straight into my nose. It was glistening with oil and steaming hot. Paired with a few bottles of ice-cold beer, it was the ultimate late-night snack.

As soon as the aroma wafted out, Qiao Jingjing and Zhu Zhuqing swallowed in unison.

But the next second, Qiao Jingjing rolled her eyes: "Who would have an appetite right now!"

"The important thing is to figure out how to get her back!"

Before she could finish speaking, her gaze shifted and met Wang Yuyan's.

No one expected that the girl, who was sobbing just a second ago, would suddenly sniffle, like a little fox lured by the aroma of meat, her eyes fixed on the dish.

"What...what is this? Why does it smell so good?"

"May I have a taste?"

She looked up, her tear tracks still wet, but her eyes were already surprisingly bright. As soon as she finished speaking, she reached for her chopsticks.

Just a moment ago, he looked heartbroken, but in the blink of an eye, he was completely captivated by a dish of food.

Lin Quan and the other two looked at each other, paused for a moment, and then nodded in unison.

Without further ado, Wang Yuyan picked up a piece of rabbit meat and put it in her mouth—

The moment the tip of my tongue touched it, I froze.

Several breaths passed, then she blinked sharply, and immediately her chopsticks moved like the wind, so fast that they almost left afterimages.

Qiao Jingjing couldn't help but chuckle. She leaned close to Lin Quan's ear and whispered with a laugh, "Oh my, so you're a real foodie at heart."

This isn't the first time Lin Quan and Qiao Jingjing have encountered this kind of person.

When these people encounter something distressing, their emotions get stuck in their chests and they can't let go. Nine times out of ten, they rely on eating a lot to suppress that feeling of pent-up frustration!

The woman in front of us, Wang Yuyan, had been hurt quite badly by her cousin, both openly and secretly, since she was a child.

Not to mention that this girl is naturally reserved; no matter how turbulent her heart is, she never utters a single word.

As time goes on, whenever one encounters an insurmountable obstacle or an inability to swallow grievances,

She never cried or made a fuss; she would just silently pick up her bowl and chopsticks and eat a hearty meal, swallowing all her sadness!

"Come on, try my cooking..."

Lin Quan snapped out of his daze, acted decisively and without saying much, raised his hand to invite Qiao Jingjing and Zhu Zhuqing to sit down.

"Let's loosen up a bit today, have a couple of drinks, and relax a bit..."

With a slight thought, he flicked his finger, and the mirror space opened, revealing a bottle of wine that landed steadily in his palm.

After a few sips of red wine, Lin Quan and the other two remained expressionless, not even blinking.

Wang Yuyan's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were unfocused, and she began to utter incoherent, drunken ramblings.

Look at her beautiful face, now blurred with intoxication, her expression a mix of madness and ecstasy, a half-smile on her face.

Lin Quan and the other two exchanged a glance, their lips drooping in unison, filled with helplessness.

"She's been able to endure until today entirely thanks to the forbearance instilled in her by her family upbringing..."