The Comeback of the Cannon-Fodder Supporting Actress

Chapter 1253 - 1226: Behind the Mary Sue 25

Anning caught up with Xiao Qing and Xiao Yuan.

"Ayuan, where are you staying now?"

Xiao Yuan stopped walking and took Anning’s hand: "We are staying at an inn."

Anning thought for a moment: "Then stay at the Zhu Family’s inn. I’ll inform the shopkeeper, and it will save you a lot of trouble."

"Then let’s go to the Zhu Family’s inn."

Xiao Yuan smiled as he held Anning’s hand and they walked forward slowly.

Xiao Qing glanced back and smiled as well.

While walking, Anning said to Xiao Yuan and Xiao Qing, "Earlier, I sneaked into the Xiao Family and took back what Uncle and Aunt left. I also took a lot of Xiao He’s collection. Xiao He is still secretly searching for who stole his things. Right now, even if you force him, he won’t return Aunt’s dowry."

"Really?"

Xiao Yuan was delighted: "Ningning is really capable."

Xiao Qing also said, "Since you’ve taken it, just keep it. Don’t hesitate to use anything you find useful, don’t stand on ceremony with us."

Anning nodded: "I naturally won’t stand on ceremony."

Xiao Qing understood what this meant and was genuinely happy for his younger brother.

The three of them chatted as they walked, and soon arrived at the Zhu Family’s inn.

Anning spoke a few words with the shopkeeper, and then chose two clean and quiet rooms in the backyard for Xiao Qing and Xiao Yuan to stay in.

Afterwards, Anning instructed the kitchen to prepare some food for Xiao Yuan and Xiao Qing to have a quick meal.

After settling them in, Anning went to Xiao Yuan’s room to talk to him.

The Zhu Family

The Family Head Zhu invited Lang Qingyu to their home.

Upon arriving at the Zhu Family, Lang Qingyu eagerly said to the Family Head Zhu, "Uncle Zhu, I admire Miss Zhu and wish to become a Daoist couple with her, I hope Aunt will permit it."

"This..."

The Family Head Zhu was in a dilemma.

He had previously agreed with Anning that she wouldn’t be married off and would stay at home to oversee things, and could become an elder of the Zhu Family in the future, safeguarding their family Qi Fortune.

But now, Lang Qingyu’s request to marry was tempting him.

After all, Lang Qingyu was a Golden Core Master.

Moreover, Lang Qingyu was a very mysterious person; no one knew his background, his exact age, nor how much wealth he had.

Everyone speculated that he must have received some inheritance or treasure to achieve Golden Core Master status as a Loose Cultivator.

Lang Qingyu was talented, handsome, and powerful. Marrying Anning to him would add a significant advantage to the Zhu Family. It could be said that this was a very good deal.

However, even though the Family Head Zhu was tempted, he didn’t dare to make a decision for Anning.

He knew deep down that Anning was not someone to be easily controlled. If provoked, who knew what she would do, and by that time, the Zhu Family might not be able to handle the consequences.

"Well..."

The Family Head Zhu thought for a while and then smiled: "To be honest, Brother Lang, our girl has a strong will and can be quite forceful. Even I, as her father, have to give way to her at times. When it comes to marriage, I cannot decide for her. We must wait for her to come back and discuss it with her first."

Lang Qingyu was a bit disappointed.

But he still gracefully replied: "That is only right. When Miss Zhu returns, I hope Uncle will ask her opinion as soon as possible."

"Alright."

The Family Head Zhu readily agreed this time.

After catching up, Lang Qingyu did not leave the Zhu Family but stayed on.

Anning returned from the inn and happened to run into Lang Qingyu.

Lang Qingyu had been waiting by the door of the Zhu Family specifically for Anning. Seeing her return, he was particularly happy and greeted her: "Miss is back."

Anning frowned: "Why are you at my house?"

Lang Qingyu smiled: "Uncle asked me to stay."

Anning gave a slight nod: "Then be a guest that the host likes, try to keep to yourself, and avoid disturbing others. Don’t become an unwanted guest."

Lang Qingyu didn’t mind at all.

He had changed into a blue robe, holding a folding fan in hand, and fanned himself with it, thinking he was being quite elegant: "I was just a little worried about Miss..."

Anning smirked: "Worried about me? Who do you think you are to worry about me? Even my father doesn’t worry about me, so why should you? Just get back to wherever you came from, stop hanging around me. Your flamboyant demeanor is sickening to watch."

Finished speaking, Anning hurriedly went to the backyard.

She figured that Lang Qingyu probably couldn’t be driven away anytime soon, so she might as well find a quiet place to cultivate instead of being annoyed by his presence.

Lang Qingyu was someone who didn’t really register as an important person in Zhu Anning’s memories.

In her recollections, he appeared, but they were not connected, nor had he ever harmed her, one could say he was just a passerby.

This was also why Anning didn’t decide to get rid of Lang Qingyu.

"Miss, Miss."

Lang Qingyu shamelessly followed her.

"I admire Miss sincerely, please..."

Anning didn’t turn back: "There are plenty of people who like me, who do you think you are?"

Huh?

Lang Qingyu chuckled, finding this side of Anning very endearing, making him even more enamored with her.

"Yes, I know there are surely many people who like Miss, but my feelings are genuine. I hope Miss will consider my sincerity..."

Anning had already stepped into the backyard: "You can like whoever you want; that’s not my concern. But if you come to disturb me, that’s your fault."

She entered the backyard and slammed the gate shut with a bang, leaving Lang Qingyu outside.

Getting the cold shoulder frustrated Lang Qingyu, but he couldn’t bear to lash out at Anning.

He stood outside for a long time without seeing any sign of Anning and had to reluctantly return to his guest room to rest.

As he entered the guest room, he saw someone standing inside.

"Who are you?"

Lang Qingyu stopped not far from the door, not moving further in.

The person standing in the room turned, and a sweep of palm wind shut the door.

Only then did Lang Qingyu see clearly who it was.

He recognized the person, having seen him earlier today at the Xiao Family’s door; it was Xiao Rong’s second son.

"Such audacity."

Lang Qingyu flicked his sleeves, intending to throw Xiao Yuan out.

But Xiao Yuan stood there without budging an inch.

Lang Qingyu was taken aback.

He looked at Xiao Yuan’s pale face and frail physique, wondering how a boy like this, appearing to be sick and weak and even struggling to survive a few more days, could withstand the attack from a Golden Core Master like him.

"Impressive, sir."

Lang Qingyu offered a compliment.

Xiao Yuan’s lips curled into a smile, with a hint of coldness: "But you, sir, lack self-awareness, coveting someone you shouldn’t."

As he uttered the word "someone," a black mist slowly seeped from his body. The blackish-gray mist thickened, surrounding Lang Qingyu entirely.

"What is this?"

Lang Qingyu noticed that when the black mist appeared, his mind became unsettled. As the mist increased, his breathing became difficult, his mind grew dizzy, and he felt as though he might fall asleep at any moment.

Xiao Yuan smiled: "Little Demon, throw him far away."