Live-in Son-in-law

Chapter 1272 1272: The Miser

Qin Yi and his two companions followed Zhao Jing to the pavilion on a suspended mountain. Zhao Jing said, "Qin Yi, my young friend, I'm afraid you'll have to settle for staying here for the time being."

"You're too kind!"

Zhao Jing summoned two disciples and said to Qin Yi, "Qin Yi, my young friend, please rest for now. Someone will bring your meals when it's time to eat. If you need anything, just ask them. I have some matters to attend to, but I'll check on you later. Also, if the Seventh Elder returns, I'll notify you immediately."

"Thank you for your trouble," Qin Yi said with a smile.

"You're too kind, Qin Yi, my young friend. Please rest well; I won't disturb you further."

"Goodbye!"

The suspended mountain was not small, and the buildings on it could accommodate over a hundred people. Qin Yi and the others were staying in just one of the many pavilions.

The lower level of the pavilion was a living room, while the upper level had the bedrooms.

The three arrived, surprised to find several guest rooms upstairs.

They chose their rooms and gathered in the living room.

The two disciples summoned by Zhao Jing were very tactful, offering tea and then withdrawing outside.

Yun Mengyao sipped her tea and said with a smile, "Now it seems that there are reasonable people in the Sword Sect after all. This Great Elder seems decent."

Qin Yi smiled briefly. He withheld judgment on Zhao Jing's character, as small favors wouldn't change his view of a person.

But the next moment, Qin Yi held out his hand to Yun Mengyao.

Yun Mengyao looked puzzled, "What are you doing?"

Qin Yi chuckled, "Of course, it's to share the money."

"Share what money?"

Qin Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, "You used me to win nearly two thousand gold coins. Sharing is caring, don't you think I deserve a cut?"

Yun Mengyao was full of vigilance, "Don't even think about it. No one's taking my money. I earned it with my skills, why should I give it to you? Besides, you're so rich, and yet, you won't spare me this little bit of money. That's just too much."

"Too much?!" Qin Yi laughed in disbelief, "Don't forget, it's because of me that you won that much money."

"But you also gained a reputation! Those disciples now admire you, treating you like a celestial being. You gain fame and I gain a little money; it's a win-win."

Qin Yi squinted, "Yun Mengyao, you're becoming more shameless. You can actually say something like that. Without my victory, could you have earned any money?"

"I don't care; all that money is mine. You're so wealthy, yet you want to take this little bit from me? Heartless!"

"Little money? Miss Yun is really bold; two thousand gold coins is now considered a small amount?"

Yun Mengyao wore a miserly expression, "Even if you bring the sky down, I won't share my money with you."

"Then I might just take it."

"If you dare, I'll die right in front of you. Tonight, I'll hang myself outside your door; scare you to death."

Qin Yi: "..."

He was speechless. When did this woman become such a rascal?

"You win!" Qin Yi exclaimed in frustration, "I won't take it, alright?"

Yun Mengyao laughed triumphantly. Then, noticing Ran Zitong sitting idly by, she said, "Miss Ran, don't worry, hasn't Wu Zihua gone to investigate already? I'm sure the truth will be uncovered soon."

Ran Zitong forced a smile. If it weren't for the support of her vengeance, she might have collapsed long ago.

"Qin Yi, Fairy Yun, thank you!" Ran Zitong stood and gracefully bowed, knowing that without Qin Yi and Yun Mengyao, the Sword Sect wouldn't have sent anyone to investigate this affair.

"There's no need to be formal. You can call me Yaoyao from now on. Honestly, I despise those who betray their teachers and ancestors. It's inhuman, worse than beasts. Even if the Sword Sect didn't intervene, I would help you kill Ba Nian."

Yun Mengyao finished and asked Qin Yi, "You have a better eye for people than I do. Do you think this Seventh Elder can be relied upon?"

Qin Yi nodded slightly, "Zhao Jing is right. Although Wu Zihua has a bad temper, he's quite upright. Combined with the wager he has with you, I suspect he'll find out the truth. But there's a worry that someone might sabotage the investigation."

Ran Zitong looked at Qin Yi, "Young Master Qin, what do you mean?"

Yun Mengyao said, "Are you trying to create tension? Although Wu Zihua has a bit of a foul temper, he's from the Sword Sect. If he's investigating, would Ba Nian dare interfere?"

Qin Yi slowly shook his head, "I'm not worried about Ba Nian."

"Who, then?"

"I don't know yet, but I feel there's more to this than it seems."

Yun Mengyao said, "Have you discovered something?"

"No, just a feeling."

Ran Zitong looked worried.

Yun Mengyao reassured her, "Don't worry! Although Qin Yi is a bit devious, he always keeps his word. Since he promised to help you get revenge, he will certainly do it."

Qin Yi: "..."

This woman's mouth is getting more and more indiscreet.

...

Dinner was delivered directly by the Sword Sect disciples, and the food was very sumptuous.

"Don't eat yet."

As Ran Zitong was about to grab some food, Yun Mengyao stopped her.

Qin Yi and Ran Zitong looked at her with confusion.

Yun Mengyao turned to Qin Yi, "You eat first. If nothing happens to you, we'll eat. I don't trust the Sword Sect members—what if they poison the food?"

Qin Yi's face immediately darkened; this woman was unbelievable. He said testily, "So you're afraid of being poisoned, but I'm not?"

"Come on, you told me yourself you're immune to poison."

"Why don't you remember things so well all the time?"

Yun Mengyao said smugly, "When it comes to matters of life and death, how could I not remember clearly? Here, Master Qin, eat up."

Yun Mengyao diligently gave Qin Yi a piece of each dish with her chopsticks.

Qin Yi's mouth twitched, "Are you afraid I'm not going to be poisoned?"

"No, just worried you might not get enough to eat."

Qin Yi, his face dark, ate heartily.

"Hey, I asked you to test for poison, not finish everything. Leave some for us. Miss Ran, start eating, or the food will be gone."

Yun Mengyao panicked, picking up her chopsticks to compete with Qin Yi for the food.

Soon, the plates were empty, cleaned out thoroughly.

"Miss Ran, are you full? If not, have two bowls of rice. There's no more food, so make do."

Ran Zitong: "..."

"Thank you, I'm full."

In fact, she wasn't full at all, but how could she possibly fight with Qin Yi for food? She could only look on eagerly as Qin Yi and Yun Mengyao battled for it. These two were truly interesting; they weren't a couple, nor did they act like normal friends. Yet Qin Yi indulged Yun Mengyao quite a bit. She couldn't fathom what exactly their relationship was.

After dinner, Qin Yi said he was a bit tired and went upstairs to rest for a while.

Yun Mengyao chatted with Ran Zitong downstairs and suddenly jumped up.

"Yaoyao, what's wrong?" Ran Zitong was startled.

Yun Mengyao wailed, "My money."

With that, she dashed upstairs. She had left her money in the room, and Qin Yi was the first to go up. She knew Qin Yi too well; her money was probably gone.