Qin Xiangyi almost let her curiosity show, but she still tried her best to control her emotions, so as not to reveal too many flaws and blow her cover as Qin Xiangyi.
Luckily, Jing Shuxuan’s attention wasn’t on her.
She seemed to have spotted something, quickly walked a few steps forward, and stuffed that thing into a cabinet.
The whole movement was so smooth that Qin Xiangyi didn’t even get a clear look at what Jing Shuxuan was holding before Jing Shuxuan was already dragging her around for a tour.
Qin Xiangyi absentmindedly looked around while recalling the backstory she’d set for Jing Shuxuan.
Orphaned, with some family debt, the house sold but still not enough to pay it off, until the Qin family stepped in and cleared it.
Jing Shuxuan was grateful, and later got talked into becoming Qin Wangzi’s fiancée by his mother, Zhang.
But Jing Shuxuan was still independent and strong, working her way up to become a deputy manager at a listed company.
Because she was pretty, she was constantly harassed at work, and had no choice but to toughen up and become the strong woman she was now.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something on my face?” Seeing Qin Xiangyi sizing her up like a stranger again, Jing Shuxuan still felt a bit uncomfortable.
If she hadn’t seen Qin Xiangyi just last year, she’d almost suspect someone had swapped her out, or maybe she’d failed her awakening and fried her brain, causing some weird changes.
Qin Xiangyi realized she was being weird and smiled, saying, “No, I just think you look even prettier, Xuan-jie.”
Jing Shuxuan was even more confused.
She looked Qin Xiangyi up and down, her face full of disbelief, and teased, “Did your brother possess you or something? You’re so slick with your words.
Flattering me like that won’t help you at all with going to Paradise City.”
But Jing Shuxuan was thinking too simply, assuming Qin Xiangyi just didn’t want to go to that scary place and was acting cute to get out of it.
Qin Xiangyi nodded along, but was startled by a sudden voice in her head.
“Flower Master, you’re even flirting with a woman this ugly.”
Every flower person is drop-dead gorgeous.
If you put looks on a 100-point scale, Jing Shuxuan would be about 85, while Shaoyao is a perfect 100.
As for the Flower God Huang Quan at her peak, that’s a 1000.
Even now, Huang Quan’s looks are around 200.
With such an over-the-top beauty standard, Qin Xiangyi still isn’t used to looking at Huang Quan’s face.
But even looking at Shaoyao’s movie-star-level face feels a bit unnatural.
While Jing Shuxuan wasn’t paying attention, Qin Xiangyi muttered quietly, “Looks aren’t the problem, it’s the flower person that matters.
If you’re so bored, go snoop around and see how I can get a kiss or two out of her.”
She was working hard to build a good relationship with Jing Shuxuan, but Shaoyao just had to run her mouth.
Qin Xiangyi was exasperated.
It’s her own fault as the author for giving Shaoyao such a jealous personality, always looking for trouble.
Judging by Shaoyao’s attitude, she was probably already plotting something.
To avoid disaster, Qin Xiangyi decided to act first.
“Yes, Flower Master.” Luckily, aside from being jealous, Shaoyao was still diligent in her main job, starting to check out all sorts of things about Jing Shuxuan and gathering useful info to make Qin Xiangyi’s strategy easier.
Once Shaoyao flew off, Qin Xiangyi sat down in a chair.
She’d barely sat for a moment when Jing Shuxuan came over with a plate of apples and some grapes.
“Here, you must be hungry from the trip.
Have some fruit, and we’ll go out to eat later.” Jing Shuxuan explained, and Qin Xiangyi thanked her, picked up a washed apple, and started eating while watching TV.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Shaoyao blatantly carrying out a pair of panties.
In that instant, Qin Xiangyi choked on her apple.
Even though Jing Shuxuan couldn’t see Shaoyao, if she saw her panties flying through the air, that would be beyond horrifying.
Luckily, Qin Xiangyi’s coughing distracted Jing Shuxuan.
Qin Xiangyi: Shaoyao, why are you holding Jing Shuxuan’s panties?
Shaoyao: I’m good at intelligence gathering, and this thing is so tiny, maybe it’s hiding some kind of mechanism.
Qin Xiangyi was so mad she almost threw her apple.
She’d forgotten that Shaoyao had just woken up.
Even though she could read now, she still didn’t recognize a lot of objects.
Seeing this little red thing, she probably thought it was suspicious.
At the same time, Qin Xiangyi realized that even though Shaoyao had an intelligence-gathering skill, since it was only R-rank, it was pretty much useless.
If she sent Shaoyao, she’d probably turn the whole house upside down and still find nothing important.
Qin Xiangyi fell silent and took a few more annoyed bites of her apple.
For her, Shaoyao was only good for acting cute and nothing else.
Because of the difference in male and female perspectives, Shaoyao just seemed like a nuisance to Qin Xiangyi.
After thinking it over, she decided to move on to the next plan.
Qin Xiangyi: Flower Slave.
With that, Shaoyao vanished, and Flower Slave appeared, gracefully picking up the dropped panties, a playful smile on her face.
Qin Xiangyi silently recited [Check Info], and Flower Slave’s profile popped up.
Name: Flower Slave.
Occupation: Flower Person, Pharmacist, Doctor.
Level: 99.
Copyable Active Skills: Experienced Driver [SSR] Temporarily Locked [SSR] Temporarily Locked [SSR]
Copyable Passive Skills: Temporarily Locked [SSR]
Overall Rating: SSR.
If Shaoyao was a pit, then Flower Slave was an even bigger one.
Besides being able to poison and stab people, she had no combat power at all.
The scariest part was, Flower Slave was created just to push the wrestling plot, so every time she appeared, it was either at a wrestling match or on the way to one.
Even though this world had become much richer and more realistic, seeing all those locked skills, Qin Xiangyi knew Flower Slave was probably someone she’d never be able to reach.
Either way, Qin Xiangyi’s goal wasn’t to do anything with Flower Slave, but to have Flower Slave do something to Jing Shuxuan.
Flower Slave: Flower Master, what do you need from your old slave?
Flower Slave’s face was full of charm, and with her sultry voice, it was easy to forget she called herself an old slave—she just seemed like a beautiful, alluring woman.
Collecting names for forty-eight heroines~~ Feels like if I keep using the name generator, someone’s going to beat me up [guilty].
