novelraw Chapter 163: Sharing Joy!
Chapter 163: Sharing Joy!
"Morning. You seem quite happy," she said casually.
Su Mo kept looking at her, his grin widening slightly.
"Yeah," he replied without hesitation. "I got some amazing rewards last night."
Yang Qingxi nodded lightly.
That made sense.
It seemed his luck during the system check-in had finally improved.
She didn’t think much of it.
Meanwhile—
Behind them, the maids stiffened.
’Rewarded... last night?’
Their eyes slowly widened again.
Their gazes drifted toward Yang Qingxi almost in unison.
’Who else could reward him...?’
After all—
He had been with her the entire time.
Their thoughts deepened in a dangerous direction.
At the table, Su Mo continued casually.
"How about you?" he asked. "Did you sleep well?"
Yang Qingxi smiled.
It was a bright and satisfied smile.
"Although I was exhausted after exerting myself last night," she said honestly, "I was satisfied in the end."
Su Mo nodded thoughtfully.
"That’s good."
In his mind, it was perfectly logical.
One of the protagonists was dealt with. The system rewards were bound to be satisfying.
Behind them—
The maids’ brains collectively stopped working for a moment.
Then exploded.
’Exhausted...?!’
’Exerted herself...?!’
’Satisfied...?!’
Their faces turned red almost instantly.
One of them covered her mouth, eyes wide.
Another looked away completely, unable to handle the implications.
’Young Miss...!’
’And Mr Su...!’
’They’re actually talking about this so openly...?!’
Their hearts pounded with shock.
And a strange sense of secondhand embarrassment.
’How bold...’
’This is way too bold...’
’In the dining hall... in the morning...so shameless!’
The maid, who had given the earlier hint, quietly watched the others’ reactions, her lips twitching slightly as if she were trying very hard not to laugh at these inexperienced colleagues of hers.
’Sigh, so immature. That’s why you need to read more romance novels.’
At the table, neither Su Mo nor Yang Qingxi noticed anything strange.
Their conversation was perfectly normal.
At least—to them.
But to the maids?
It sounded like a completely different story.
Yang Qingxi soon noticed something odd.
She glanced toward the side and frowned slightly.
"Why are all of you standing there like that?" she asked.
The maids immediately straightened.
"N-Nothing, Miss!"
But their flushed faces betrayed them completely.
Yang Qingxi narrowed her eyes slightly.
"...Why are your faces so red?"
No one answered. Some looked down. Some looked away.
One of them even took a step back as if trying to hide behind the others.
Yang Qingxi’s frown deepened.
"If you’re feeling hot after working," she said, slightly puzzled, "adjust the air conditioner."
"Yes, Miss!"
One of the younger maids—who had been blushing the most—quickly responded and hurried off as if escaping a disaster.
Yang Qingxi blinked.
"...Huh?"
She tilted her head slightly, looking confused.
"The air conditioner is voice-controlled," she muttered. "Where is she going?"
No one answered.
The remaining maids stood there stiffly, trying their best to look normal—though their expressions still carried traces of embarrassment.
Yang Qingxi stared at them for a moment longer.
Then shook her head lightly.
In her mind, she silently labelled the younger maid as the clumsy one and returned her attention to breakfast.
Meanwhile, behind her.
The maids finally dared to breathe again.
Their eyes met once more.
And this time, their expressions were filled with barely contained excitement.
The gossip...they were fed so early in the morning.
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After breakfast, the lively atmosphere in the dining hall gradually settled.
Yang Qingxi wiped her hands lightly with a napkin before picking up her phone. Her fingers moved swiftly across the screen as she sent out a few messages.
Only after a moment did she put it down and look up at Su Mo, who was still leaning back in his chair with a satisfied expression, as if life had already reached its peak.
"Let’s go to the study," she said. "We need to discuss our next plans."
Su Mo nodded casually and stood up. The two of them left the dining hall side by side, completely unaware that several pairs of eyes followed them with burning curiosity—and increasingly wild imaginations.
The study was quiet, as always.
Bookshelves lined the walls, a projector fixed on the side, a white screen on one wall, plus a PC on the table. Sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, and the faint scent of ink and paper lingered in the air.
The two of them took their seats across from each other.
"I’ve already messaged Shuang and Sister Xulin," Yang Qingxi said, crossing her legs slightly. "They should be here soon."
Su Mo gave a simple nod.
Then they both fell silent.
Yang Qingxi looked at him.
He looked... too satisfied.
That same faint smile still lingered on his lips, like he was holding onto some secret joy he couldn’t wait to show off.
Her curiosity, which she had barely suppressed earlier, began to stir again.
Finally, she couldn’t hold it in.
"So," she said, leaning slightly forward, "what exactly did you get that made you this happy?"
The moment she asked—
Su Mo’s eyes lit up.
That reaction alone made Yang Qingxi feel a vague sense of foreboding.
He straightened slightly, his expression brightening like a child about to proudly display a new toy.
"Well, first of all," he began, "my cultivation increased by three levels. I’m now just one step away from the Golden Core stage—"
"Alright. Stop."
Yang Qingxi raised her hand immediately, cutting him off with a firm expression.
"I don’t want to hear the rest."
Su Mo blinked.
"...Huh?"
Her reaction was too fast. Too decisive.
Yang Qingxi leaned back slightly, her earlier good mood visibly deflating.
She truly regretted it.
Why did she even ask?
Just hearing one reward was already enough to ruin her morning.
"Why?" Su Mo asked, looking genuinely confused. "The good parts are next. Are you sure you don’t want to hear them?"
Yang Qingxi waved her hand dismissively.
"Maybe later," she said flatly. "I’m not in the mood right now."
"So flippant..." Su Mo muttered under his breath.
Yang Qingxi pretended not to hear him.