Raising a Fox Spirit in My Home Chapter 296

Chapter 296

Acceptance

"Beloved!" Chan'er's singsong voice drifted into the kitchen, where Li Yundong was drying the last of the dishes . "Your phone box just vibrated a little!"

Li Yundong bit back a smile . "Alright! I'll be right out!" he yelled, hanging the dish towel near the sink .

They had finished dinner fifteen minutes ago and he was now cleaning up the kitchen . After learning of Liuhe's disappearance, Li Yundong had decided that he had had enough of all the negativity, so he had offered to take Chan'er out for some fun . Chan'er was still in the doldrums when he made the offer, but she agreed nonetheless—though he suspected that she'd done that to ease his worry .

Regardless, they ended up spending the whole afternoon at the amus.e.m.e.nt park . The trip was okay, he supposed . Chan'er did have fun on the roller coaster and the s.p.a.ce Shuttle rides . But then something was still missing . Chan'er's cheeriness, her larger-than-life att.i.tude, was gone . She no longer swatted at balloons within reach, or pointed at random food stalls .

She was subdued .

The most painful part was that she had tried to hide her sadness from him: smiling whenever their eyes met; cheering whenever he drew her attention to something he thought she might find interesting, but then staying completely silent any other time .

When it got too painful to watch, Li Yundong took her hand and led her out of the amus.e.m.e.nt park . After that, they took a cab back to New Hongsheng District, but stopped by a grocery store to buy ingredients for dinner .

Chan'er had cheered up a little after dinner, thank Acalanatha for that . Although he suspected that the Beer Duck Stew he'd made for dinner might have played a role in her improved mood…

Still, this was good progress .

So . What's next on the menu? McDonalds? Fried dumplings? He'd buy her anything if it meant cheering her up .

With one last glance at the sink, Li Yundong padded out of the kitchen and made a beeline towards the living room . The TV was on, and Chan'er was watching soap operas with her feet propped up on the coffee table .

He stopped behind the couch and patted Chan'er's head . "Having fun?"

Chan'er bobbed her head without taking her eyes off the TV screen . "Mm-hmm!"

Li Yundong's heart warmed .

He spotted his phone on the coffee table and launched his Zhenqi at it . It took the device three seconds to float from the table to his hand .

It was a text from Zi Yuan:

Meet up tomorrow . Still being watched, but can find a way to get to your apartment undetected . Hongling will be joining . What time suits?

Li Yundong stared at the screen for a moment . Chan'er giggled at something on the TV .

He typed out a reply:

Come around noon . Will cook lunch .

Chan'er giggled again, which made him smile . Then, Chan'er squeaked when Li Yundong leaped over the back of the couch and landed beside her .

"Whatcha watching, hmm?" Li Yundong tickled Chan'er's waist .

"Kyaa!" Chan'er twisted away from his hands . "Soap shows! Soap shows!"

Li Yundong smiled . "You never get tired of those shows, do you?"

Chan'er bobbed her head . "I kinda missed it . " A yearning look spread across her face . "I mean, when we were…"

Li Yundong ruffled her head . "I know . "

His phone buzzed again . He unlocked the screen and pulled up another text from Zi Yuan:

Should we bring anything?

Li Yundong smiled and typed out a quick reply:

Yes . Your appet.i.tes .

The phone floated back towards the coffee table . "Chan'er . "

"Hmm?"

"Zi Yuan and Ruan Hongling will be coming over for lunch tomorrow . "

Chan'er turned away from the TV screen . "Oh . "

Li Yundong smiled . "Do you want to try Zi Yuan's cooking?"

Chan'er's eyes sparkled a little . "Can I?"

Li Yundong pinched her cheek . "I'm sure she won't mind whipping up a dish or two . " Li Yundong let go of Chan'er's cheek . "But it's up to her though . "

The light in Chan'er's eyes dimmed a little . "Um… will we…" She stole a glance at Li Yundong . "Will we be discussing Master's rescue?"

"Yeah . " Li Yundong sighed . "We definitely need to come up with a good, solid plan . " Li Yundong held Chan'er's gaze . "We can't afford any mistakes . " He shook his head . "Yan Fang is too cunning . Too devious . "

Chan'er looked down and fiddled with her sleeve .

"But something tells me that Yan Fang won't harm your master just yet . "

Chan'er's gaze snapped up . Li Yundong could hear the gears turning in her pretty little head . "Bahuang…"

Li Yundong nodded . "When I was fighting the Great Six's army, Zi Yuan sent Ruan Hongling to look for you and your master's sword . " Li Yundong leaned towards Chan'er . "But here's the thing . Ruan Hongling couldn't find the sword . " Li Yundong paused for a few seconds . "So either Yan Fang already has it, or…"

Chan'er's eyes gleamed . "Or Master had hidden Bahuang somewhere . "

Li Yundong smiled . "Yeah . "

Understanding and relief flooded Chan'er's eyes . "I see…" She sagged against the back of the couch . "Heavens, you're right, Yundong… Yan Fang kept screaming at Master to give her the sword… So Master… She knew…" Chan'er shot him a hopeful glance . "She suspected…"

Li Yundong smiled pulled her into his arms . "Your master is a clever woman, Chan'er . I think she managed to figure out that the sword was what Yan Fang was after . I don't know how, but she must've hidden Bahuang after she got ambushed so that Yan Fang had no access to it . "

"So that Yan Fang would have a reason to keep her alive," Chan'er whispered .

Li Yundong nodded . "I think that was her plan . " Li Yundong chuckled . "And it worked . "

Chan'er buried her face against his chest . "Oh, thank Heavens . "

Li Yundong planted a kiss on her hair . "She's going to be alright . Have more faith in your master, okay? She's strong . "

Chan'er nodded . "Mmm!"

They stayed like that for a while, seeking comfort in each other's presence . Suddenly, Chan'er pulled away .

"Yundong…"

Li Yundong smiled . "Yes?"

"Do you think there's some kind of special reason why Yan Fang wanted Bahuang?" Chan'er was frowning . "She's got so many magical objects already . Mo-shībó's hairpin . That strange box she used to trap Master…" Chan'er stared at him for a moment . "Do you think she's some kind of collector?"

Well, technically, the hairpin was now in the hands of that Zheng Yuan dude, but Chan'er didn't know that . Li Yundong pondered her words for a moment . "I'm not sure about her being a collector, but Zi Yuan did mention something interesting the other day . "

Chan'er slid closer to him .

"She said that Liuhe…" Li Yundong glanced at Chan'er . "That's another sword, by the way . Yan Fang used to own it . " When Chan'er nodded, he continued, "Zi Yuan said that Liuhe and Bahuang can combine to form another powerful sword . "

"Another powerful sword?" Chan'er stared back at him, stunned .

Li Yundong nodded .

Chan'er suddenly grabbed his arm . "What sword? What's it capable of?"

"I don't know, Chan'er . " Li Yundong shook his head . "I don't even know the sword's name . " He smiled and padded Chan'er's head . "We're gonna have to ask Zi Yuan tomorrow, I'm afraid—"

His phone rang .

"Um… Yundong… Your phone box has Zhou Qin jiějie's name on it . "

As the phone floated towards him from the coffee table, Chan'er reached for the remote and turned off the TV .

He picked up the call and put it on loudspeaker .

"h.e.l.lo," he said, giving Chan'er a smile .

Chan'er smiled back .

"H- Hi… Master?"

Chan'er's looked adorably puzzled . Li Yundong watched the quick transition of emotions on her pretty face: puzzlement; realization; understanding; surprise; then finally, joy .

"Yundong! Y- You…" She gaped . "You've taken a disciple?!"

"Um… Wait… Is that… S- Su Chan?"

"Yes, Zhou Qin . You're on loudspeaker, by the way," Li Yundong said, smiling at Chan'er .

Zhou Qin cleared her throat . "Good evening, Master, Mistress . "

Chan'er stared at him with disbelief . Mistress? she mouthed the words to Li Yundong .

Li Yundong shrugged . "Good evening, Zhou Qin . How are you?"

"No, Master . How are you?" Zhou Qin said incredulously . "You've been absent from the university for days . "

Li Yundong sighed . "First of all . Please drop the Master, okay? Just use my name . Please . "

"As you wish, Ma— I mean, Li Yundong . "

"Thank you," Li Yundong said, rubbing his temples .

"Are you returning to school any time soon?" Zhou Qin asked . "Feng Na xuejie has been asking me for your whereabouts . "

Li Yundong shared a glance with Chan'er, then sighed . "I'm sorry, Zhou Qin . But I can't right now . "

"Oh . Um…" Zhou Qin hesitated for a moment . "Can I ask why?"

"I've got things I need to take care of . " He looked towards Chan'er . "Important things that cannot be delayed . "

"I see…"

"Yeah . "

"Anything I can do to help?"

"Well…" Li Yundong glanced at Chan'er .

It's your call, Chan'er mouthed to him .

"Yes?" Zhou Qin asked .

Chan'er moved her lips again: I don't mind .

Li Yundong stared at her .

Chan'er shrugged, then mouthed more words to him: She's your disciple now .

Li Yundong nodded . "Actually, yeah . It would be nice if you can help . "

"Really?" Zhou Qin sounded thrilled .

"Yes . "

"Okay . What should I do?"

Li Yundong shared a glance with Chan'er . "Come by my apartment around noon tomorrow . " He smiled at Chan'er . "And make sure you show up with a healthy appet.i.te . I'll be making lunch . "

"Um… Okay . That's… That sounds great . " Zhou Qin paused . "I'll… See you tomorrow?"

Li Yundong nodded . "See you tomorrow . "

"Right . Good night, Ma—" Zhou Qin cleared her throat . "Good night, Li Yundong . "

"Good night, Zhou Qin jiějie!" Chan'er yelled at the phone . "Nice hearing from you again!"

Zhou Qin laughed . "Likewise, Su Chan . Good night to you both . "

The call ended with a click .