309 - It Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists

Web Novel Platform Search Fan Fiction Complete Fan Fiction Serial Fan Fiction Rankings Home > Fan Fiction > So, They Were the Main Characters All Along Chapter 309 Author: ccc He was somewhat concerned about what Wei Mengrou had said to him earlier in the Martial Realm. Was it the Primal Witch speaking, or was it truly Wei Mengrou? Wei Mengrou slightly tilted her head and looked over, her face expressionless. "She and I are one and the same." But the thing is, your personalities seem a bit different... Mu Zhian hesitated, "Were you serious about what you said earlier in the Martial Realm?" What Mu Zhian referred to was Wei Mengrou's earlier suggestion that he should take full responsibility. According to his understanding, Wei Mengrou wasn't the type to say such flirtatious things. However, from his past experiences with the girls around him, he had learned one thing: girls cannot be judged by ordinary logic. Sometimes, even when deeply moved, it's not impossible for someone to act against their own nature. Yet, Wei Mengrou merely tilted her head slightly, "What words?" Her tone remained icy, but Mu Zhian clearly saw a faint hint of embarrassment hidden deep within her cold eyes. Seeing this, Mu Zhian calmly took two steps forward and gently grasped Wei Mengrou's cool and soft hand, gazing at her with genuine and deep affection. "Mengrou, honestly, hearing your words just now made me very happy." As expected, Wei Mengrou could not help but look at Mu Zhian, instinctively trying to pull her hand away, but Mu Zhian held on tightly, as if afraid she might disappear. Although he had seen Mu Zhian interact intimately with other girls using similar methods before, when it came to herself, she still felt at a loss. Seeing this, Mu Zhian continued sincerely, "I know, Mengrou, that you've been disgusted by my past misdeeds, but even so, hearing your words just now makes me happy." "Because, whether it was in the past or now, my feelings for you have never changed." Wei Mengrou looked at him without showing any emotion and said indifferently, "How many people have you said that to?" Mu Zhian shook his head, "I've only said this to you, Mengrou." However, Wei Mengrou's expression remained unchanged, as she coldly sneered, "Perhaps you've only said these exact words to me, but you've surely spouted similar lines to plenty of other girls, haven't you?" As she spoke, her eyes inadvertently fell on the mottled black light emanating from Mu Zhian's body, and the icy gaze held an emotion not seen before. As Mu Zhian's maid, she knew all too well how flirtatious her young master was. She had even witnessed his smooth-talking firsthand. In Wei Mengrou's mind, she was supposed to protect Mu Zhian silently from the shadows, but never would she have any intimate relationship with him. She was clearly aware of his nature. However... Even with full knowledge of someone, matters of the heart sometimes defy reason... Looking at the mottled black light surrounding Mu Zhian, Wei Mengrou hesitated for a moment and asked, "How many times have you reset time?" By resetting time, she referred to Mu Zhian's earlier use of "reload." After the awakening of the Primal Witch's obsession within Wei Mengrou, she recalled the events in the Martial Realm, including Mu Zhian's resetting of time. After all, it was originally her power, so she was naturally clear about it. Mu Zhian mused for a moment and chuckled, "Not that many times, but this ability is quite fun." Although his smile appeared natural and gentle, it tugged at a soft spot in Wei Mengrou's heart. No matter how she wished to maintain her previous aloofness, her eyes betrayed a slight warmth. By "fun," did he mean continuously resetting time and exhaustively attempting to suppress her Celestial Qi within his body...? How could that be something fun? Yet his smile seemed as effortlessly genuine as ever, without any mention of the time resets, as if it were just an ordinary occurrence. Observing the nonchalant smile on Mu Zhian's face, Wei Mengrou hesitated again before saying, "About what was said earlier..." "I know, it was the personal actions of the Primal Witch, nothing to do with you." Mu Zhian smiled. He knew very well that someone with Wei Mengrou's personality would never make such a forward move, especially in front of so many people. Then he suddenly asked, "If that Celestial Qi returns to your body, will it again draw the attention of the heavens?" Wei Mengrou slowly shook her head, "I've found a way to mask my presence temporarily, so it shouldn't be a problem." Mu Zhian showed a pensive look, nodded slightly, "Then I'll prepare the medicinal bath. Once my energy's restored enough, I'll expel the Celestial Qi from my cauldron." He proceeded to hand her a bottle of elixirs, "You've expended a lot. Replenish your spirit power first, because refining the Celestial Qi could be another tough battle... after all, it's quite rebellious." With Wei Mengrou receiving the elixir, Mu Zhian turned to leave the room to prepare the medicinal bath. Just as he turned, a pair of soft, full arms gently wrapped around his back, and slender, pale hands encircled his waist. Mu Zhian's body froze instantly, his entire being caught off-guard. Then, a singular and extraordinary emotion surged directly into his heart, and he slowly turned back to witness Wei Mengrou's ethereal and flawless face, her eyes shimmering with a different light, awkwardly saying, "Actually, what was said in the Martial Realm... wasn't entirely the Primal Witch's idea." Pausing slightly, Wei Mengrou took a shallow breath, exhaled slowly, seeming to be mustering her courage. Then, as if making a decision, she raised her gaze to meet his eyes. "...It was also my thought." For the first time in his life, Mu Zhian found himself out of rhythm—his heart pounded uncontrollably as he gazed at the resplendently aloof yet strikingly tender countenance of his maid. Only one thought swam through his mind: She's not following any script, is she? Chapter 286 Mengrou, Please Mu Zhian had entertained thoughts of possibly advancing his relationship with Wei Mengrou someday. However, in his mind, if such progress were ever to occur, it would undoubtedly be initiated by him. After all, Wei Mengrou knew him too well. Since the day entrusted by Mu Zhian's parents to ensure his safety, Wei Mengrou had always been by his side, acting as his shadow and protector. She was privy to all his playboy antics, his multitasking ways, and even his sweet whispers. Wei Mengrou, from the shadows, saw it all clearly. Because of this, Mu Zhian later gave up trying to hide such things since Wei Mengrou clearly understood him so well. There was no point in pretending in front of her. As a result, in the past, the gaze Wei Mengrou had toward Mu Zhian was always filled with contempt, as if looking at an unsightly insect. Forget about approaching her; even if he tried to hold hands, she would avoid him. Yet now, the situation seemed to have changed a bit... When Mu Zhian turned, her slender, pale arms wrapped around his waist, behind him pressed the softness and fullness, accompanied by a sweet, unusual fragrance. Noticing Mu Zhian's astonished gaze, Wei Mengrou inadvertently lowered her gaze, speaking with a hint of awkwardness, "Could you... turn around first?" Just moments ago, when Mu Zhian was about to leave, she instinctively embraced him and even voiced the thoughts in her heart... now being stared at by Mu Zhian, Wei Mengrou suddenly felt a bit uneasy. Mu Zhian gazed at Wei Mengrou, her curled eyelashes caught the candlelight and trembled slightly. Under the candlelight, her cold, breathtaking face seemed to blush with a subtle tinge of pink, blending cool elegance with an indescribable allure. This stark contrast inevitably drew Mu Zhian's gaze. Although he had seen this face countless times before, it never grew wearisome... especially when the cool elegance of the maid hinted at a touch of bashful allure. Yet, mindful of Wei Mengrou's feelings, Mu Zhian remained silent and, according to her wishes, turned away, reducing the psychological pressure on her. The room settled into a strange silence. Eventually, Mu Zhian was the first to break it: "Mengrou, did you mean what you said just now?" Wei Mengrou softly replied with an "Mm." As she gazed at Mu Zhian's back, her slender, gentle hand slid from his waist upwards, resting on his chest as if listening to his heartbeat. Even through a layer of fabric, Mu Zhian could almost feel the cool touch emanating from his heart. "Honestly, I was quite surprised. I never thought it would be you," Wei Mengrou suddenly remarked. Having known Mu Zhian well—his character, his actions, and even the circle of girls around him—Wei Mengrou had always believed she would look down on him. That was her previous mindset. But it turned out that matters of the heart couldn't simply be avoided by being aware of someone's personality. Much like how most people think they won't be charmed by a "bad girl," the truth is, those "bad girls" never present themselves as such. Facing someone leagues above them in cunning, especially if that person is pursuing them, many unknowingly become ensnared in the web of sweetness they weave. In this world, Mu Zhian was akin to that "bad girl." After all, he was the "chosen female lead." Yet, he treated the girls around him with genuine sincerity. Wei Mengrou slightly lifted her gaze, looking at Mu Zhian's back with a hint of inner conflict in her eyes. At that moment, Mu Zhian spoke: "Actually, I wasn't too surprised." Wei Mengrou paused, confused by his sudden comment. Mu Zhian repeated, "I wasn't very surprised." He took hold of her soft hand resting on his chest, the cool touch stirring his heart. Then, under Wei Mengrou's bewildered gaze, Mu Zhian turned around, holding her hand and gently placing his other hand on her cold, elegant face. "I've always thought of you as more than just my maid." "From the moment I met you, Mengrou, I have liked you." However, such sweet words seemed to bounce off Wei Mengrou. She looked up, "What do you like about me?" Expecting Mu Zhian to be momentarily speechless, she was surprised when he quickly replied, "Everything." Wei Mengrou pondered his words, and the initial blush in her eyes gradually faded, as she regained a bit of composure, "Be more specific..." "Whether it's your difficult personality, your usual looks, or our spontaneous connection, I like it all," Mu Zhian replied earnestly. He also loved her as his maid, her contemptuous glare when he made her wear black or white stockings, which was both mortifying and thrilling. Of course, Mu Zhian was wise enough not to voice that particular thought. With their proximity, accompanied by that sweet fragrance, Mu Zhian's gaze couldn't help but drift from Wei Mengrou's striking face downward. Her yellow dress did little to conceal her full figure, perfectly proportioned body, and the sensual, shapely legs beneath, appearing smooth and white in the candlelight. Wei Mengrou first showed a hint of confusion, then followed Mu Zhian’s gaze downward. Catching on, Wei Mengrou raised her eyes to meet his, her beautiful eyes now tinged with coldness. "Your nature never truly changes, does it?" "Isn't liking beautiful girls perfectly natural?" Mu Zhian didn't deny it. "Besides, what I value most isn't your appearance, Mengrou, but your spirit!" He spoke these words with such righteous conviction it sounded almost noble. Wei Mengrou casually glanced at her young master’s unwavering gaze, then lifted a corner of her skirt with a finger, which naturally drew Mu Zhian’s gaze down. "Hmph." Wei Mengrou let out a cold chuckle, saying more in silence than words could convey. Mu Zhian chuckled helplessly, "That's just a natural male reaction. If your action didn't catch my eye, it'd essentially be denying your inherent feminine charm, wouldn't it?" Wei Mengrou's eyes flickered a bit, and with a soft voice she replied, "You're quite adept at spinning fallacies." Plus, she found herself unable to refute him. At this point, Mu Zhian's smile slowly faded, and he looked at Wei Mengrou earnestly, "But what I said earlier, I meant every word." "Since the first time I met you, Mengrou, I've always liked you." "So, what you said in the Martial Realm today, whether influenced by the Primal Witch or not, genuinely made me happy..." "Of course, your little skirt-lifting move was great too. It was very exciting to see," Mu Zhian added, unable to resist stealing another glance at Wei Mengrou's long, shapely legs—like white jade, full of elasticity—reminiscent of the time he convinced her to switch between black and white stockings. Wei Mengrou's face flushed a quick shade of red, but she maintained her usual aloofness, her gaze lingering on Mu Zhian: "Seems I wasn’t wrong about you; you truly have a terrible character, aside from your looks, you’re thoroughly worthless." "Does that mean even Mengrou acknowledges I'm handsome?" Mu Zhian feigned surprise. Wei Mengrou: "..." After exchanging a few playful remarks, Mu Zhian sensed the Celestial Qi within him growing harder to suppress and spoke up, "I'm losing control over the Celestial Qi. I need to prepare the medicinal bath to guide it out." If not properly guided, that Celestial Qi might attract heavenly attention, leading it to unleash punishment once again. Mu Zhian certainly had no desire to be struck by lightning with nothing better to do. Yet before he could turn, Wei Mengrou suddenly stepped forward, causing Mu Zhian to instinctively step back half a step, only to find the door behind him, leaving no room to retreat. Under Mu Zhian's focused gaze, Wei Mengrou raised her slender, delicate hand to his face. Then, she took another step closer, her thigh pressing against him, tilting her head slightly upward. Her rosy, glossy lips softly met his. Mu Zhian stood frozen, a buzzing sound in his mind blanked it momentarily. For the first time, Mu Zhian found himself flustered, utterly caught off guard by an affectionate gesture. He couldn't believe he was actually being kissed—by the very maid who he thought never cared for him. Quickly recovering from his daze, Mu Zhian instinctively wrapped his arms around Wei Mengrou's slim waist; her graceful back curves partially exposed a bit of smooth, white skin, encased in that tightly-clinging yellow dress, her sexy, supple figure was alluring indeed. Mu Zhian shifted from passive to active, reminding himself that however assertive Wei Mengrou was, she was still a "rookie," knowing little about romantic gestures, including kisses.