Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

Chapter 1089 The Reborn Young Master’s Pampered Cousin (87)

Bai Weiwei sat in a carriage, a horse following at the side.

“Bai guniang, the Youhu Pavilion I mentioned is not far ahead.”

The carriage was shaking when a slender, fair hand softly parted the curtains.

Bai Weiwei smilingly stretched out her head. “I will have to trouble Ping xiansheng to escort me.”

Ping Linqing was in his thirties, with a gentle and cultured appearance. His gaze held a trace of admiration as he said, “No, you and I share a common hobby and enjoy the same author. This is getting to know a close friend.”

Bai Weiwei inclined her head. “Yes, I especially like Madly Loving One Melon’s works 《Young Lord Don’t Run, Buddhist Monk and Daoist Priest Love You》 and 《On the Affair of the Boudoir Lady and the Gardener》.”

Ping Linqing’s gentle expression grew animated. “My friend ah, Boudoir Lady is simply his most classic work. The writing is poignant, deeply moving, especially the bed… cough cough.”

Ping Linqing recalled that he was outside and immediately pressed down the excitement of meeting a confidant.

Bai Weiwei promptly agreed. “Yes, you and I think alike.”

Then Old Driver Bai and Vulgar Uncle Ping, these two people, exchanged the same knowing smile.

Bai Weiwei went back into the carriage.

The system finally clutched its head. “So, this is the ancient time’s yellow book fan offline meeting?”

Bai Weiwei spread out her hands. “Otherwise where else would I find a man who is familiar with me?”

This kind of society had too many restrictions on women. She had no opportunity to meet other men.

Even if she met one, she wouldn’t be well-acquainted with him.

Especially after marrying Qi Chimu. That man watched her like he was guarding his treasure.

Not letting her appear outside at all.

She wanted to find someone to fake an elopement with. Was there anything more well-acquainted than a fan seeing a fan, vulgar smiles in their eyes?

And also going to see the author together.

For fans, this was simply a super duper great thing ah.

System: “Why do I feel like you just want to go see that weirdo author that writes a whole mess of things put together1?”

Bai Weiwei, looking vulgar: “Hei hei, how could that be, am I such a vulgar person?”

System: You are, don’t be modest. If you’re any more modest you’ll be beaten up.

They arrived at Youhu Pavillion.

Bai Weiwei walked side by side with Ping Linqing.

One gentleman in white, fluttering robes.

One pretty lady in a lotus-colored skirt.

Standing together, they were surprisingly fitting.

The scenery at Youhu Pavilion was excellent. The lakeside was covered in snow, and the lake water was clear and unfrozen.

The branches and leaves of surviving lotus plants peeked through the surface, which granted a special flavor.

Ping Linqing spoke. “We are the first readers to find this place. Thinking that I will see the author I admire, my heart is like a fawn in March, beating incessantly.”

Bai Weiwei: “I feel more than just like a fawn. I wish I could become the ink in the book, just to touch his hand holding the brush.”

Ping Linqing’s smiling expression changed. “I want to become his chair, to let him sit on me as he writes out those magnificent chapters.”

How could a hardcore fan lose?

Bai Weiwei gave a cold snort. “I want to become his eyes, to be the first to see that poignant text.”

Defending with her life, I’m the first love, number two should leave.

The expressions of both readers were off.

Because they both loved the same author, they felt like rivals in love ah.

The air crackled, filled with the smell of gunpowder as they glared at each other.

The first autograph was hers (his).

Whoever snatched it was the irreconcilable enemy.

“Pa!”

A teacup was placed heavily on the table and broken.

He stared coldly at the pair in the distance. How long have they liked each other to stare at one another for so long?

1: 狗狗人人兽兽一起大乱炖: dogs, people, beasts all together in one big… mess?↩