NOVPUBThe next morning, early in the day, Ye Ling hadn't woken up yet when Elder Mo came to the door, banging loudly.
Rubbing his groggy eyes, Ye Ling muttered as he opened the door, only to have the old man briskly pat his cheeks, slap slap.
"Sleep? What sleep? Get up quickly. I've found a doctor to come and check on Li Ke and Si Qing. Prenatal check-ups are the most important. Do you understand?"
After speaking, the old man glanced at Ye Ling, turned, and strode away, leaving Ye Ling staring with his mouth agape, wondering what was going on.
After getting out of bed and freshening up, Ye Ling emerged unwillingly, while Mo Siqing was also rubbing her eyes. She usually slept until late into the day, and getting up early today was quite an adjustment for her.
Being a specialist invited by the old man himself, the doctor carefully examined both women and reported that they were very healthy and the babies were developing nicely.
This pleased the old man so much that he grabbed the doctor, bursting with excitement, "Tell the old man, is there any chance of them giving birth prematurely? I'm growing impatient waiting."
Creak, everyone was stunned. This old man had some rather peculiar demands, actually hoping for a premature birth?
"Rest assured, Commander, their due dates are within half a month. Don't rush; you'll soon be seeing your great-granddaughter and great-grandson."
The doctor also quickly gave an awkward smile, thinking to himself how odd the old man's requests were.
Upon hearing this, the old man waved his hand, "All of you, stay here in the Imperial Capital. Don't leave until after the birth. If I can't see my grandchildren, I won't be happy!"
So, they were essentially put under 'soft detention.' Ye Ling sighed, quickly calling Wang Shufen and Ye Tian to inform them of the old man's forceful demands.
After discussing it, Wang Shufen stayed home to look after a bunch of daughters-in-law and grandchildren, while Ye Tian traveled to the Imperial Capital to await the birth of his granddaughter.
Ye Ling had expected to easily pass half a month, but that very afternoon he received a telepathic message.
The message came from Uwa, the Saintess of the Eighteen Tribes of the Southern Border, sending a distress signal to Ye Ling.
Without a moment of hesitation, Ye Ling informed Mo Siqing and promptly headed for the Southern Border. In just one hour, he arrived.
In the Bai Village of the Southern Border, a place familiar to Ye Ling, he had come once again, shaking his head when he thought about his last experience there.
Originally, he was there to save his father but ended up leaving behind a trail of amorous debt. Tsk tsk, he didn't know if he was just fated to be entangled with love affairs. He thought that once he returned to the Immortal Realm, he really needed to find a powerful fortune-teller to predict his future.
Settling in a modest inn for the time being, Ye Ling waited for Uwa to come.
Feeling bored on the night, he walked out, intending to wander around Bai Village once more.
The scenery was beautiful, rich in the strong flavor of different ethnic groups, but after dark, the streets became much quieter, for this place was no bustling city.
The local customs and legends meant that nights here were quiet—though of course, there were exceptions.
Bars!
They had bars here, similar to those laid-back ones in Dali from the movie "Heart Flower Road" where people released their stress in cozy little establishments.
Leisurely, the bar was aptly named Leisurely, with tasteful, albeit not luxurious, decor.
Ye Ling stepped into the bar to the beat of rousing music, found a secluded spot to sit down, ordered some beers and some snacks.
Watching the passionate crowd in the bar, Ye Ling couldn't help but smile.
No matter where, bars are always a place for people to vent their inner pressure, so it's pure nonsense to act all sophisticated here.
As the music's rhythm pulsed, everyone swayed their bodies, eyes half-closed, hands waving in the air.
Ye Ling was drinking when suddenly a city girl walked up to him and took a seat beside him.
The woman was about thirty years old, dressed in a very avant-garde style, with a light scent of perfume that was pleasant to smell, and she was quite attractive, with a pair of eyes on her delicate face that seemed to speak.
If a hundred points were perfect, Ye Ling would give this woman eighty points, which was already a high score.
You see, for Ye Ling, who had been recklessly flitting through a sea of flirtations, sometimes casually plucking a flower or two, scoring eighty points was already top grade in the eyes of an average person.
"Buy me a drink?"
The woman smiled faintly, a shallow smile that still felt very comfortable.
Ye Ling nodded, "Sure, it's always more enjoyable to drink with a beautiful woman around. Order whatever you like."
The woman shook her head, picked up a bottle of beer, and clinked it against Ye Ling's: "Beer is fine, come on, let's do a shot."
Having said that, the woman lifted the beer bottle and started guzzling straight from it, causing Ye Ling to be taken aback.
Tsk, tsk, how bold and hearty, thought Ye Ling as he too grabbed the bottle and swigged down the majority in one go, then set the bottle down and looked at the woman with a slight smile.
"I'm here for a trip, to let loose some stress and passion. We're all adults, and I don't want to beat around the bush."
"Of all the people in the bar, you are the only one I find pleasing to the eye. After today, we don't know each other, how about it?"
The woman said with a smile, leaving Ye Ling stunned for a moment; then he wiped his mouth and tsked, wondering what was implied—was this the so-called one-night stand?
"Sure, I don't mind, anyway you look at it, I'm the one who benefits,"
Ye Ling shrugged his shoulders, not rejecting the offer—nonsense, with such a good deal, only a fool would refuse.
No matter how many flowers one has at home, occasionally picking a wild one is also a pleasant way of life.
"Alright, let's drink first!"
The woman leaned in close against Ye Ling and clinked her bottle against his once more.
Glug, glug, occasional drips of alcohol spilled from the woman's sultry red lips, heating up Ye Ling's heart. This woman was a seductress, bewitching without paying for lives.
As the two of them were drinking, suddenly a burly man approached Ye Ling's seat and plopped down.
"Beauty, can I treat you to a few drinks?"
The burly man's attire clearly pegged him as a local, starkly different from the tourists.
The woman glanced at Ye Ling and shrugged, "Doesn't matter to me, as long as my man agrees, I have no objections."
The burly man nodded with a ferocious smile and said to Ye Ling, "Buddy, I want to drink with your woman, I don't think you have a problem with that, right?"
Ye Ling looked at the burly man, then at the woman, and sighed, "You just said she's my woman, do you think I could have no problem with that?"
Upon hearing Ye Ling's words, the woman burst into laughter, her arms immediately wrapping around Ye Ling's arm, her full bosom pressing tightly against him without any concern.
"Tsk, tsk, kid, don't think I didn't notice, you're just a gigolo."
"It doesn't matter if you're willing or not today, either way, it's useless. Say another damn word, and I'll cripple you!"
With a clang, the burly man drew a curved knife from his bosom and threw it onto the table, smiling viciously.
