The Destiny Villainess Wants Me To Work!

Chapter 262: Storyteller Active!

Song Meilin blinked. What exactly happened here?

Fortunately, she had no intention of asking.

Although she had spent a short time with these two, she had learned something important.

These two can be talking about serious matters one moment and flirting the next.

Sometimes it was better not to know.

So she took her seat and looked at the dishes already arranged on the table.

"Let’s start eating already. I’m quite hungry."

Seeing the two nod, Song Meilin spoke with an apologetic look on her face.

"I had originally intended to take you two around the sect today. But because of the urgent matters, the plan had to be delayed."

"It’s alright, El—Sister Song, Miss Xing took good care of us." Su Mo, who now knew Song Meilin’s true age, almost addressed her as Elder. However, feeling Yang Qingxi’s gaze on him, he immediately changed course.

"Elsister?" Song Meilin looked confused.

"Nothing." Su Mo calmly picked up his teacup.

Although she felt the address sounded strange, Song Meilin didn’t dwell on it.

"Don’t worry. I’ll take you around tomorrow." She smiled before suddenly looking around. "Speaking of Xing, where is she? Why haven’t I seen her? Is she not coming out for dinner?"

As she spoke, her gaze naturally fell on the caretaker standing nearby.

The caretaker immediately stepped forward and bowed. "Elder Song, Miss Xing has gone to pay respects to her mother."

Song Meilin’s eyes widened slightly.

"Was it today?"

The caretaker nodded. "Yes, Elder Song."

Song Meilin sighed softly.

"Alright. You may go."

Then she added,

"When she comes back, make sure she eats something. That child always skips meals on this day."

"The servant understands." The caretaker bowed and quietly left.

Watching her departure, Song Meilin couldn’t help shaking her head.

"That girl. Why didn’t she remind me earlier? I wouldn’t have given her any work today."

Su Mo had spent the entire afternoon boasting—ahem, sharing stories of his glorious adventures—with Shen Xing. As a result, his impression of her was fairly good.

Hearing this conversation, he already had a rough guess.

Still, he wanted confirmation.

"Sister Song..."

"Hm?"

"Miss Xing’s mother... Is she..."

Song Meilin closed her eyes briefly before nodding.

"She passed away years ago."

"I see." Su Mo let out a quiet sigh.

Yang Qingxi also placed her chopsticks down.

"Can you tell us more about her?" she asked. "I felt Xing was quite an interesting girl. Even though she was enthusiastic, there was also a sense of distance between us."

Song Meilin became thoughtful.

"Actually, I also hope Xing can make more friends."

She smiled faintly.

"It doesn’t hurt to tell you."

Then she looked toward Yang Qingxi.

"Perhaps you two can become good friends in the future. Especially considering you already have some bond."

The meaningful glance caused both Su Mo and Yang Qingxi to pause.

A bond?

Neither understood what she meant.

What kind of bond could possibly be formed after spending only an afternoon together?

A braggart and a believer?

Well... Thinking about how attentively Shen Xing listened to Su Mo’s stories, perhaps there really was some kind of bond.

"I’ll start from the beginning."

Song Meilin straightened slightly.

"Back then, Xing’s father, Shen Kai, was a wandering cultivator..."

Su Mo and Yang Qingxi exchanged glances.

Although Song Meilin said she would start from the beginning, they felt there was no need to start from that far back. Right?

However, seeing how invested she already looked in telling the story, neither of them dared interrupt.

Besides, perhaps they could learn something useful about White Moon Sect in the process.

"...During his travels, Shen Kai discovered the existence of the Pishachas. He also learned about White Moon Sect, which had been fighting these monsters for generations."

Song Meilin’s eyes brightened slightly as she continued.

"Deeply moved, he came to meet our Sect Master, and they had a brawl."

Su Mo and Yang Qingxi’s lips twitched.

How did being deeply moved and starting a brawl have any connection whatsoever?

Their hearts were full of complaints, but neither showed them on their faces.

Instead, they silently listened.

"Afterwards, they drank together and had a heart-to-heart conversation."

Song Meilin smiled.

"Then they became bosom friends."

The two listeners nodded mechanically.

At least that sequence made a little more sense.

"Shen Kai eventually stopped wandering and joined White Moon Sect. He decided to fight against the Pishachas alongside us. Through years of contributions, he eventually became the current Great Elder Shen."

"His position today is second only to the Sect Master."

That piece of information surprised them slightly.

They had guessed Shen Xing’s background wasn’t ordinary, but they hadn’t expected her father to be the Great Elder.

Still, what interested them more was her mother.

Su Mo finally raised his hand.

"Um, Sister Song."

"Hm?"

"We wanted to hear about Miss Xing’s mother."

Song Meilin immediately looked dissatisfied. "I was just getting to that."

Su Mo obediently lowered his head.

Yang Qingxi’s shoulders trembled slightly. She was trying very hard not to laugh.

Song Meilin coughed lightly.

"Now then."

She frowned.

"Where was I?"

"The bosom friends married."

Su Mo answered without hesitation.

The dining table instantly became silent.

Song Meilin froze.

"...What?"

Su Mo blinked.

"What?"

"You just said—"

"Did I say anything?"

His expression was so innocent that Song Meilin couldn’t find a single flaw.

Yang Qingxi immediately lowered her head and took a sip of tea.

Unfortunately, the trembling of her shoulders became even more obvious.

Song Meilin stared at Su Mo for several seconds.

Then she looked at Yang Qingxi.

Then back at Su Mo.

Eventually, she rubbed her forehead.

Had she really heard wrong?

After today’s battle and the exhausting meeting, perhaps she was genuinely getting old.

With a sigh, she shook her head.

"Forget it."

Then she continued.

"After joining the sect, Shen Kai met Xing’s mother."

"Her name was Wu Yuna."

"She was the Sect Master’s cousin and also the previous treasurer of White Moon Sect."

As Song Meilin spoke those words, her tone unconsciously softened.

It was obvious that even after all these years, she still respected the woman deeply.