- Transmigrated as a Fake Daughter in Cultivation Novel

Chapter 11: Is This How You Confess to a Fairy? Having opened all the doors, Jiang Yi was somewhat baffled. There wasn't a trace of the spiritual medicine to be found. Had he guessed wrong? Or perhaps... With a shiver, he thought it might be better without the medicine... Bewildered, he walked outside, only to bump face-to-face into two girls. The scene was awkward for a moment. "Ah! There's a pervert!!" A burly-looking girl screamed. Amidst the screams, a few other girls, seemingly out of nowhere, looked at an even more bewildered Jiang Yi. "Hehe... So this is the ladies' room, I didn't know..." Jiang Yi forced out an incredibly strained smile. The burly girl immediately picked up a mop handle and smashed it towards him. The other girls did the same, seizing whatever they could to beat and kick Jiang Yi out. If not for Jiang Yi's handsome appearance and the help of his protagonist's aura, he might have been sent directly to the police station. Touching the sore spots from the beating, his face was the epitome of perplexity. He clearly sensed the presence of the Bi-Xin Flower, but why couldn't he find it anywhere? And it seemed as if it was moving around, could it be that the Bi-Xin Flower could run on its own? Mu Qinghan, in a crisp uniform, elegantly crossed her beautiful legs and read a book in the law school's activity room. Her figure, already enviable, was accentuated in the somewhat tight uniform, making it even more stunning. Her legs, wrapped in black stockings, were enough to arouse any man's desire, making one willing to be trampled upon. This was truly the essence of leg play. While reading, her aura seemed softer, but this softness was soon broken. Her phone buzzed a few times, and upon seeing the message, Mu Qinghan's expression turned unhappy. Picking the book back up, she seemed to be reading, but her mind was clearly elsewhere. "This heartless creature, he went to confess. I'll remember this," Mu Qinghan silently noted. On her desk, there was a pot containing a very peculiar plant. It was a bright red flower, but at its core, the pistil was green. If Jiang Yi were here, he would be ecstatic. This was the body-tempering spiritual medicine, the Bi-Xin Flower, he had been longing for. Meanwhile, in front of the art building, after a brief silence, a second wave of heated debate erupted. Whether familiar with Cao Zijin or not, everyone sensed that something significant was about to unfold! Had she disagreed, she probably wouldn't even have opened the window. And Su Hao, also somewhat perplexed by the familiar yet unfamiliar figure, didn't know what to say. This wasn't supposed to happen, right? According to her character, she would've ignored this kind of situation outright. But why did she open the window to look at him? "Senior Qiao, see, I told you Mr. Su had a chance!" exclaimed the doe-eyed junior triumphantly. "That's wrong, he's definitely in for it. If Sister Cao encounters someone disturbing her on ordinary days, she'd definitely ignore them." "Her reaction this big means trouble; it must be that Su Hao unknowingly offended her somewhere." Qiao Sen was stunned for a moment but quickly recovered, confidently analyzing and concluding after a brief pause. After all, admitting defeat meant having to do that upright eating whatever. Cao Zijin gestured to Su Hao. An invitation? "Am I seeing things, dreaming?" Qiao Sen's confident expression froze. Su Hao paused, then silently turned to leave. Ah, the sun is so bright, I've been looking up for so long I can't see anything. It seems he was rejected, good, time to go. "Come up," Cao Zijin's voice followed him. Her words were brief yet caused a stir, eliciting endless exclamations. If her previous actions could be explained away as stretching, this statement blew all those theories away! "Senior Qiao, we didn't mishear, right?" the doe-eyed junior glanced at Qiao Sen. "How is this possible? How can this be?" Qiao Sen felt his face burning. "Senior Qiao, when will you perform for us?" the junior didn't intend to let him off, saying cheerily. Qiao Sen's face turned liver-colored, he opened his mouth but had no words, covering his face as he walked away. The one who spoke, Cao Zijin, was also taken aback. Seeing Su Hao about to leave, she instinctively called out to him. But as soon as the words were out, she realized something was amiss. Why would she take the initiative to invite him? Recalling the past, she had rejected him countless times, and he had made considerable efforts. This time, it must have been her compassion acting up. Yes... It had to be that. Similarly puzzled was Su Hao. Why did she suddenly want to see him? Could it be that the commotion he made with his confession this afternoon displeased her? That was a possibility. Since she had invited him, he had to go and see for himself. It was an opportunity to play his role as the villain well, to make her keep her distance from him. Having made up his mind, Su Hao did not hesitate and headed upstairs. It was Cao Zijin's exclusive piano room where Su Hao entered to find her quietly closing the window. Her white, antique-style dress fluttered slightly with the wind caused by the opening door. Her eyes, calm like autumn waters, looked at Su Hao. Unlike Mu Qinghan, who constantly incited possessive desires, Cao Zijin was like an inviolable fairy. Gazing into those eyes, it felt as if any impure thoughts would turn into sin. Untouchable and sacrosanct. But that was how she appeared to others. Su Hao just had a flicker of complexity in his eyes, showing no additional emotion. In his previous life, he had seen it all too often. Even those indescribable moments, he had witnessed. Seeing Su Hao's expression, Cao Zijin grew curious. What exactly was this man thinking? Su Hao walked over to her side, picked up a tea set from the table, and poured himself a cup of tea. "Zijin, borrowing a cup of tea, no problem, right?" He glanced at Cao Zijin and took a sip. "What are you aiming for?" Cao Zijin looked at the tea bowl, not angry, but asked indifferently. "My aim? It’s rather simple. I like you. As long as you're willing to be with me, I can give you houses and sports cars," Su Hao said casually, projecting an image he knew she disliked. Listening secretly next door, Tao Yaoyao (job, News Department Director) was shocked. Was Mr. Su born twenty years too early? Such old-fashioned words! Even a gold digger wouldn't accept on the spot, let alone Cao Fairy, who had little interest in money. Wasn't this blatantly seeking death?