Chapter 47: A First Spark

Yan Han watched Luo Nanchuan walk by and hurriedly took the soup from his hands. She casually asked, “Where did this soup come from?”

“From Su Ning.”

As soon as Yao Qianqian heard that someone had sent soup to her crush, her curiosity perked up. She nonchalantly asked, “Who’s Su Ning?”

Luo Nanchuan thought for a moment about how to introduce Su Ning and, after a brief pause, said, “A friend.”

A friend? A male friend probably wouldn’t send soup. Yao Qianqian, analyzing subtly, continued to probe, “Then she must be very pretty, right?”

“She’s a perverted guy. Pretty? What are you talking about?” Yan Han thought of the time Su Ning sent the risqué lingerie that made pure little Chuan blush all the way to his neck, and he felt a wave of disgust.

Luo Nanchuan, however, clearly didn’t think that way. He answered matter-of-factly, “I’ll ask later.”

Yan Han didn’t respond further. After all, he no longer had any good feelings toward that perverted Su Ning. Yao Qianqian seemed satisfied with the answer—if it’s a guy, the soup still tastes pretty good and fragrant.

So, after finishing her own washing up, Su Ning received a private message from Luo Nanchuan and started questioning herself. The soup was fine, the clothes were made to size… so what could he want at this hour?

Luo Nanchuan: “Do you have a girlfriend? Want me to introduce one to you?”

Luo Nanchuan had thought about this message for ten minutes, trying to figure out how to casually ask a stranger about their gender without making it obvious. Finally, he settled on this line.

Su Ning frowned slightly. What’s with Mr. Fat Sheep? Maybe he got triggered. Oh well, she reminded herself, she also lost composure last time she killed someone—so forgive him.

Su Ning: “Forget the girlfriend. My family probably wouldn’t accept homosexuality. If you have a boyfriend, you could introduce him to me.”

Su Ning’s reply was playful, but somewhere in Luo Nanchuan’s heart, he quietly relaxed and a new expectation sparked.

Luo Nanchuan: “What requirements would you have for a boyfriend?”

Su Ning thought about her past—what requirements did she really have? Isn’t it just a matter of attraction at first sight? But she was too embarrassed to say directly, so she gave vague standards.

Su Ning: “Male, not ugly, taller is better, preferably similar bloodline, a high-level war-mage, to match my profession.”

Books recorded that similar bloodlines made procreation easier. If an angel and a demon paired, not only would children be impossible, but even blood replenishment would have adverse effects—this was the result of clashing bloodlines. For humans, the advantage was tolerance, accepting all bloodlines.

Luo Nanchuan read the conditions and unconsciously smiled. Male? Check. Not ugly? Check—pretty handsome. Tall? 192 cm, check. High-level war-mage? Perfect. Bloodline? Private, hard to ask.

Wait, Luo Nanchuan, what are you thinking? She’s just saying this casually, why are you so happy? No matter, he felt secretly pleased.

After waiting a long time with no reply, Su Ning assumed he was truly triggered. After all, they’d been cooperating for so long; she should comfort him.

Su Ning: “It’s late. Get some rest. Tomorrow is National Promotion Day—it’s going to be noisy. Good night.”

Closing the chat, Su Ning had no idea that on the other side, Mr. Fat Sheep was secretly grinning like a fool.

That night, she slept soundly, but in the early dim morning, Su Ning looked out the window and muttered, “Raining again?”

Still, rain was manageable—just wear an extra layer to stay warm. The three of them still set out as if heading into the wild.

Walking, Su Ning thought of Mr. Fat Sheep and the rain there. Thinking business doesn’t just deliver itself, she dug out two male thermal shirts and sent the stats to Luo Nanchuan.

Sure enough, it was also raining on Yi Ping Street, where Luo Nanchuan lived. Frustrated that he couldn’t grind monsters today, he received a friend notification from Su Ning.

Su Ning: “Mr. Luo, stay warm in the rain. Wear these under your raincoat to avoid catching a cold. Recommended thermal underwear, 4 silver coins per set. Want two sets?”

Luo Nanchuan immediately perked up at the message but, remembering Yao Qianqian, frowned and deleted the message to rewrite it.

Luo Nanchuan: “Do you have a ladies’ version? A friend also wants one.”

Su Ning thought, “Ah, she has a girlfriend. Last time she received underwear, she was shy—Mr. Fat Sheep really is secretly flirtatious.”

Su Ning: “Yes, of course. Customers are God. Provide your measurements. Next time, you can choose a different style. Trust my craftsmanship—definitely stimulating.”

Typing this, Su Ning realized how lewd it sounded. Luo Nanchuan, at that moment, wanted to strangle her for teasing him. Suppressing his anger, he sent her 12 silver coins via email. He feared Su Ning might accidentally rile him too much.

Su Ning was delighted upon receiving the coins. This Mr. Fat Sheep, both shy and secretly flirty, like a little girl. But now that he possibly had a girlfriend, she had to be careful with her words—she couldn’t disrupt a major client’s love life.

While Su Ning reflected on her wording, Luo Nanchuan had already finished distributing the items.

Yan Han was used to it—two single men pooling money together—so it seemed normal.

Yao Qianqian, however, couldn’t stay calm. Not wanting to take advantage of Mr. Luo, she asked, “Mr. Luo, how much do I owe you? I’ll pay you.”

Luo Nanchuan: “No need. Consider it a gift for meeting you.”

Yao Qianqian: “Oh, that’s embarrassing. I still need to know the price!” She thought, knowing the cost, she could return a gift in kind—a perfect start to a beautiful romance.

But reality didn’t cooperate. Luo Nanchuan, the straightforward man, wouldn’t be subtle. Yao Qianqian, a fair-skinned beautiful priestess used to being adored, didn’t know the value of equipment. So when Luo Nanchuan said bluntly, “4 silver coins per set,” she froze, almost blurting, “Mr. Luo, are you being scammed?”

Yan Han casually added, “Chuan’er, this thermal shirt is good, with added attributes.”

Yao Qianqian recovered and awkwardly smiled, “Yeah, such good thermal wear is rare.”

Then Luo Nanchuan added the final touch: “By the way, all our team’s final blows were mine. You just watch—it’s faster. But you’ll get your full share. Do you want your share combined with ours for the custom gear, or transferred separately?”

Yao Qianqian: “Same as you.” She swallowed hard. No wonder the guy she liked had that domineering CEO aura!