Chapter 269: Competing to Send Gifts (1)

Knowing that Qian Ye was Mo Fei’s elder brother but not his father, Lou Yu couldn’t help breathing a sigh of relief.

Frowning, Lou Yu looked at Qian Ye and asked with some displeasure, “Since you are Mo Fei’s elder brother, why do you always pretend to be interested in him?”

Qian Ye squinted at Lou Yu and said disapprovingly, “My prince, how do you know that I am pretending to be into Feifei but not really into him? My was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting at an early age, and his talent in potions is unparalleled…”

“When I was five or six years old, I used to tell my mother that when I grew up, I wanted to marry Fiefei, and I think except me, such a perfect man, no one would be good enough for my talented younger brother.”

“When I grew up, I realized that I and Feifei are brothers, who could never be husband and wife. I thought our fate has done. But heaven will always leave a door open! God has given me another chance. I was given a second life, so I can marry Feifei as my wife then…”

The more Qian Ye said, the more excited.

All of a sudden, Lou Yu pounded then table and it immediately fell apart.

Qian Ye looked at Lou Yu, eyes wide open, saying gingerly, “My prince, this is the second time you split the table. You know. It’s really not good for you to be so violent.”

“Oh right, the fellow that manages the warehouse said, anyone who damages public properties, ten times compensation. You remember to pay compensation money! Overdue, you’d pay more.” said Qian Ye with a serious face.

Lou Yu glared at Qian Ye, gnashing the teeth, “You scumbag.”

Qian Ye rolled her eyes and said, “My prince, you can’t bring shame on me we fight over Mo Fei. How can you say that I am a scumbag? Apparently I’m a genius.”

Lou Yu tossed his sleeves and headed for the door.

“Wait a minute, my prince. Don’t walk so fast! I have more to say to you!” Qian Ye tried to stop Lou Yu.

Lou Yu turned to look at Qian Ye and asked, “Is there anything else?”

Qian Ye gave a bashful smile, “Don’t forget about the guarantee! Oh, and your handprint.”

Hearing Qian Ye’s words, Lou Yu only felt his face twisted.

Qian Ye looked at Lou Yu’s cold face, trying to remind him, “Lou Yu, you promised. Don’t go back on your words. You said you will be respectful to me. You would respect me like you respect your grandfather. Oh, what you said is too good. I am deeply gratified……”

Lou Yu stared at Qian Ye, sneered, then saying with every word stressed, “Want me to write the guarantee? You wish!”

Qian Ye, “…”

Then Lou Yu put a hand across his neck and made a throat-cutting gesture to Qian Ye.

Qian Ye exhaled a long breath, thinking in his heart: Lou Yu that asshole! How could he go back on his own words? His face changes even faster than a page turning! So unreliable! What does his last gesture mean? Son of a bitch!

Qian Ye held the little bunny and stroked its hair, “Little Lou Yu, do you think Lou Yu is an asshole? Is he? Is he?”

Seeing that Lou Yu stormed out of Qian Ye’s dorm, Zheng Xuan moved forward and asked, “My prince, you don’t look good. Having a fight with Qian Ye?”

Lou Yu nodded and said, “Yes! That guy is a jerk.”

Zheng Xuan said with exultation, “That’s great! My prince, you finally get rid of Qian Ye’s bewitching magic and recognize his true face. I know, you are not so easy to be bewitched.”

Lou Yu, “…”

In the lab

Mo Fei was fast refining potions. Star herbs were being made into liquid medicine one batch after another, and soon another three baskets of potions were piled there.

“Young master, you seem to be gaining speed again.” Mo Yi said with admiration.

Mo Fei smirked and said, “This is nothing. I used to be faster.”

“Before?” Mo Yi muttered strangely.

“Nothing, since there are three baskets, you inform Feng Xin to come fetch them.” Said Mo Fei, changing the subject.

Mo Yi nodded and said, “Got it.”

Mo Fei looked at the huge pile of star herbs, a faint smile showing on his face.

After a few days of intensive practice, his mental strength has improved a lot. After turning all those star herbs outside into potions, he would be able to make it to level five.

As Mo Yi was trying to send a message to Feng Xin, letting him to send someone to take the potions, someone was knocking at the door.

Mo Yi opened the door, and saw that Scar standing in the doorway laughing like a retard.

“Mo Yi, is the crown princess here? I have something to talk with him.” Scar said respectfully.

Mo Yi twisted his eyebrows, “The young master is in? But he is refining the potions, and it will not be over for quite some time. I’m afraid you have to wait for a while, lieutenant general.”

Scar hastened to nodded, and said, “I’ll wait, I’ll wait.”