Chapter 625: 625 Chapter: Going Home_1 Chapter 625: 625 Chapter: Going Home_1 “If things went as expected, it meant something unexpected had happened.”
Fu Qian turned around just in time to hear a ‘crack’; his pen had been forcibly snapped into two pieces.
“Racial talent, huh?”
I made two for you in half a day!
Fu Qian frowned for a moment, but seeing that Selana was obviously lost in thought, he generously decided not to pursue the matter.
“What’s the matter?”
As he spoke, Fu Qian walked forward and looked at the notebook in Selana’s hands.
The next moment, he was startled, as if realizing something, and his instinct was to close the notebook.
However, after a moment’s hesitation, she did not do so.
[The Progenitor of the Bloodline Clan, Annalise, has completely perished]
Through the sparse gaps between her fingers, Fu Qian saw a line of text in the notebook.
Hiss!
Although it was just a simple sentence, a flood of thoughts rushed through Fu Qian’s mind, and he understood why she had reacted in such a way.
“In your clan, is the Progenitor recognized as having perished?”
“But recently, has there been evidence that makes people doubt this consensus?”
“… Yes.”
Selana stayed silent for a long while, then solemnly nodded her head.
As expected.
Fu Qian silently nodded, understanding why she had acted as she did just a moment ago.
Annalise’s death was an accepted fact within the Bloodline Clan, and Selana must have been convinced of this.
Regrettably, some recent events had subtly contradicted this fact, causing her to feel troubled.
And by following his suggestion, she had moved to validate this point.
As for why she would write such a sentence, the explanation was also simple.
The demise of the Progenitor of the Bloodline Clan shouldn’t be a tremendous secret; even if the notebook confirmed it once more and he saw it, it wouldn’t matter too much.
And, if it turned out that she hadn’t perished, then this line of text wouldn’t exist, and he would have no way of finding out, with only Selana being privy to the truth.
A quite reasonable choice.
The issue was that even after verifying that the Progenitor had indeed perished, Selana still seemed somewhat lost in thought.
This was rather interesting.
However, considering he had already promised not to inquire about any related recent events,
“May I have it back?”
Fu Qian said with a smile as he stretched out his hand, signaling her to return the notebook.
…
Selana took a deep breath, and indeed, without attempting to keep it, she handed it straight back to Fu Qian.
“Sorry, I must go back now.”
She tossed the broken pen aside, gave Fu Qian a complex look, said no more, and directly departed.
…
His advice had evidently had some effect.
Watching Selana’s retreating back, Fu Qian quietly reflected.
In the time they had spoken, a new figure had appeared in the outer hall, one he hadn’t seen before.
With slightly reddish eyes, though he had the appearance of a middle-aged man, he was still handsome and graceful, clearly the center of attention.
Was this the mysterious owner of the Salon?
At a glance, it was clear he was from the same clan as Selana.
And throughout this time, Fu Qian wondered how he had introduced himself to the people present.
As Selana passed by this group, these connoisseurs, who prided themselves on treating all art equally, did not dare to meet the sharp edge of this Demigod.
Even that influence extended to Fu Qian.
“Mr. Cha.”
Not long after Fu Qian leisurely made his way down, the mysterious host of the salon approached with careful eagerness.
“Pleased to meet you.”
Fu Qian did not respond but let his gaze sweep over the crowd.
Jose, who had just been discussing art with him, now had a smile so fake it seemed plastered on, and his breathing had grown finer.
Next to him, the young woman Julie also remained silent, her face pale as she stared this way, her repressed emotions tinged with a faint anticipation.
Fu Qian nodded slightly to her and, without saying anything more, left the hall along the same path as Selana had done.
In the corner of his eye, he noticed that her lips were trembling uncontrollably.
It seemed he had inadvertently severed a cursed relationship with Brother Cha!
Fu Qian reflected internally.
Of course, Brother Cha could well find her later and explain it wasn’t himself.
But some things, once pointed out, may allow for self-deception before the reveal, likely cannot return to the way they were afterward.
…
He had wanted to stay a bit longer, originally.
Unfortunately, Selana’s unexpected arrival made it impossible to continue to lurk around and indulge.
This member of the Bloodline Clan, although exceedingly respectful to Selana, probably wouldn’t dare spread gossip about her.
But as for himself, also at the center of attention, it had become difficult to obtain anything of value, and there was no benefit in lingering.
After leaving the private villa, Fu Qian quickly returned to Brother Cha Yingjun’s apartment.
Everything was the same as when he had left; Brother Cha was still unconscious, securely tied up there.
Good, this was the most convenient arrangement.
Pleased with his control over the situation, Fu Qian quickly adjusted his appearance, then untied the ropes for him and snapped his fingers.
Uh…
With a groan, Cha Yingjun slowly came to.
And very soon, he looked around in a confused manner.
The familiar garden and stairs; everything seemed so well-known, this being clearly the exterior of his own residence.
How did he end up here, what was before…
As vague memories surfaced, Cha Yingjun was startled and quickly patted himself down.
It wasn’t until he pulled out the invitation from his pocket that he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The invitation wasn’t lost, so what was he doing now?
Returning home.
Almost immediately, the thought appeared in his mind.
I’ve just finished attending the salon, and now I’m on my way home?
Can’t be?
Why can’t I remember at all, and moreover, why am I coming back alone?
Cha Yingjun furrowed his brows, feeling that something was amiss.
He tried to recall what had happened, but the thought of going home grew intensely strong within him, clouding his thoughts.
Caught in the pull of two conflicting emotions, he subconsciously took a step backward.
Wait, why do I want to go home?
However, after only one step, he stood still again, his expression unexpectedly fierce, as he questioned his own decision with great intensity.
This doubt was so exaggerated that amid the conflict, everything around him seemed somewhat unreal, giving him an urge to shatter it all.
But in the end, he suppressed this impulse and pressed the elevator button with stiff gestures.
When the elevator doors opened, he walked mechanically to the front door and unlocked it.
Everything inside was normal, and the time had passed from that written on the invitation; it all pointed to him having just returned from the event.
As he sat down somewhat dazedly, the next moment he seemed to hear the snap of fingers, and the world around him suddenly became much more real.
It appeared to be the first time he had encountered such a situation; the dream just now seemed somewhat unstable?
Meanwhile, having ended the Clear Dream Ring, Fu Qian stood thoughtfully outside the door.
Was his obsession really so deep?