Published: February 25, 2025
"Don't want you, I will marry you!"
"Mm." Shen Subing pursed her lips, and the Deity Ring on her jade finger shimmered. Two jars of fine wine appeared out of thin air from the jade table.
Then, Shen Subing and Tan Yun sat facing each other, holding the wine jars, and said, "Master, Subing toasts to you."
Shen Subing began to pour the wine into her mouth!
Wine could bolster her courage, which was why she drank so!
"Good!" Tan Yun, feeling unsatisfied in his heart, could only mumble and drink wildly.
He did not deny his feelings for Shen Subing, but he was uncertain whether this vague affection originated from Shen Subing herself or from how much she resembled his late wife.
Or perhaps it was both reasons.
But he knew clearly that when he heard Shen Subing mention she liked a man, his heart ached faintly!
Half an hour later, with her mind clouded by alcohol, Shen Subing said, "Master, I have someone I like. Are you happy for me?"
Tan Yun nodded heavily, "Happy! Come, drink!"
The contradictory Tan Yun took a few big gulps from the wine jar, feeling his head grow dizzy and his eyes slightly reddening as he stared at Shen Subing. "Tell me, who is the person you like?"
His tone was filled with resentment, even a hint of jealousy!
It was as if the anger he felt was due to the thought of his late wife being defiled by another man!
He desperately suppressed his fury, constantly reminding himself, she is not Xuan'er; Xuan'er has been dead for far too long.
Shen Subing stared intently at Tan Yun and whispered, "Master, the person I like is a disciple from the Meritorious Lineage. His name is... Tan Yun."
It was clear that the exceedingly intelligent and proud Shen Subing was testing Tan Yun.
Tan Yun's body trembled noticeably, and beneath the Turtle Breathing Cold Veil, his somewhat twisted face broke into a smile. After taking another gulp of wine, he laughed heartily, "You have good taste, Subing! Not only do I often mention this Tan Yun, but I also know a bit about him."
"He is tall and handsome, a top disciple in the Outer Sect, Inner Sect, and the Immortal Sect. Such a disciple is indeed a good one!"
At this moment, somewhat intoxicated, Tan Yun truly wished to tear off the Turtle Breathing Cold Veil and fiercely embrace Shen Subing.
But he did not do so.
However, he was unaware that Shen Subing liked him not because he achieved glory as a disciple but because she liked him in his role as a master.
Shen Subing was not infatuated; unlike many other female disciples, she would not love Tan Yun simply because of his excellence.
Shen Subing knew that her feelings for Tan Yun had accumulated like droplets of rain gathering into a lake.
She recalled when she was the inner sect danmai chief, imprisoned in the Immortal Sect's Meritorious Lineage, and it was Tan Yun in his role as her master who rescued her...
And Tan Yun accompanied her during the farewell to her father, Shen Tianci, among the many moments they had shared, leading her to fall in love with Tan Yun over time.
Before she fell for Tan Yun, she had no idea that her master was Tan Yun.
At this moment, Shen Subing looked at Tan Yun and shook her head, "But Master, I don’t know if Tan Yun will like me."
After saying this, Shen Subing's heart lifted; she longed to hear the answer from Tan Yun!
Upon hearing this, Tan Yun fell into silence. He hesitated, pondering how to respond!
Because Tan Yun truly did not know whether his feelings for her stemmed from his late wife or were purely for her.
Tan Yun understood deeply that as a man, he could not claim someone simply because they were beautiful or stirred some feelings within him.
After all, there were countless beautiful women in the world; feeling attracted to a beauty was normal, but being attracted did not equate to love. If it did not signify love, then pursuing the other person would be an extremely irresponsible act!
Tan Yun would never do that.
Because he was not a lecher, nor was he a beast!
So he remained silent.
But his silence felt like a bucket of cold water poured over Shen Subing's heart.