Chapter 62: The Reopened Candy House (Part II)

"She. Is. Mine." A cold voice suddenly rang out, carrying a chill capable of turning a person into a popsicle.

I shuddered. I saw a gloomy Yang Weisheng standing across the street.

Strange—why did I shudder? Why did I feel guilty?

As expected, my young heart has developed a shadow from Yang Weisheng's mistreatment...

O, wicked Demon King...

Alastor held me with fearless confidence, seemingly eager to see the world burn. I suspected he had spotted Yang Weisheng from the start and intentionally performed those strange actions just to provoke him.

"Come here." Stepping in front of me, Yang Weisheng’s gaze was cold enough to freeze someone to death.

"No." Alastor shook his head with a beaming smile, pulling me even tighter.

"Don't make me angry." Yang Weisheng’s gaze swept toward me.

I was speechless before the heavens; this was a blatant threat.

A sunny, handsome man and a cold, beautiful youth—two such eye-catching people immediately drew a crowd of onlookers.

"What are they doing? Filming a movie?"

"Wow, that blue-eyed man is so handsome..."

"Psh, I think that cold, beautiful boy has more presence!"

"Who is that girl?"

"She looks pretty ordinary..."

Whispers reached my ears.

I began to grit my teeth.

"Ah! I know! That woman must be two-timing them and got caught!" Someone in the crowd struck a pose of realization.

Then, I felt everyone looking at me with eyes full of disdain.

I was beyond words.

"Come here." His lips pressed thin, Yang Weisheng narrowed his eyes, and a dark aura began to brew within them.

I screamed internally that this was bad—this guy was about to transform!

Seeing the onlookers watching with such relish, completely unaware of the danger—if Yang Weisheng transformed, all hell would break loose.

I immediately made a decisive move and lunged into his arms.

"Aurora..."

Alastor wailed.

"Dare to transform and see what happens." I held him with a semblance of intimacy, but in reality, I extended my "devil's claws" to threaten him with a "tickle."

Yang Weisheng remained silent.

Pulling the chaos-loving Alastor with one hand and the silence-is-golden Yang Weisheng with the other, I braved the disdainful glares of the crowd and valiantly headed back to the candy house under the sunlight.

The candy house had reopened, and business was incredibly booming.

"Brother Alastor... what kind of candy is this?"

"Brother Alastor, I've never seen this kind of candy before..."

"Brother Alastor, we've been waiting for so long, when will you have time to attend to us..."

A group of beautiful young girls surrounded Alastor, chattering with questions.

Surrounded by flowers, Alastor was overjoyed, introducing everything one by one with an invincible smile.

"Brother Alastor, your clerk uniform is so cool!" A girl with a round face tugged at Alastor's clothes.

...That was standard vampire attire.

"This candy doll is so cute!" someone suddenly exclaimed, as if discovering a new continent.

"Wow..." Another girl also took a fancy to it and rushed to grab it.

"I saw it first!"

"I clearly took a liking to it first!"

"No way, this is mine!"

"Mine!"

Several girls in school uniforms argued until their faces were red.

"She saw me first." A dainty little hand pointed; the candy doll yawned and opened its eyes.

"Ah? It's alive?!"

"Heavens... it's alive..." Several girls gasped in shock, then swarmed forward in a huddle.

"You're so cute! What's your name?"

"Orlando," Orlando answered obediently.

"So cute..." One girl pinched his fair, tender cheek.

Orlando smiled and didn't get angry, but I broke into a cold sweat just watching. This guy... I still remember Albus’s warning: this fellow is the most powerful spirit in the Demon Realm...

The next second, the girl who pinched his face slipped and fell flat on her face.

The waves of the Yangtze River behind push those before; the front waves die on the beach. That girl fell, and countless girls behind her surged forward.

"How old are you?" Another girl held him, unable to put him down.

"Seven hundred and sixty-two years old," Orlando smiled.

Silence...

"Hahaha..." The girl suddenly burst into a fit of laughter. "That's so funny... you're so cute... Seven hundred and sixty-two! Hahaha..."

Orlando didn't argue, still smiling sweetly.

The girl who was laughing just kept on laughing; even as tears and snot ran down her face, she couldn't stop.

"Xiaoyou, what are you laughing at?" A girl beside her nudged her, looking very perplexed.

"Ha... ha... I don't know... ha, I can't stop... haha..."

Looking at the smiling, incredibly cute Orlando, I was drenched in cold sweat.

It turns out he really is a little schemer.

The candy house was filled with female customers. Alastor took on everything and was busily happy; Orlando created small bits of chaos from time to time, enjoying himself. I sat idly behind the counter holding Snowy, lazily dozing off.

Little Mountain was quite large; though he looked honest and kind, his height worked against him, and for the time being, no girls dared to approach him. Usan was lazy and simply hid in the back room to sleep. Yang Weisheng sat composedly as always at his usual spot at the window bar. Given that "No Trespassing" was written clearly all over his face, no girl dared to risk her life to strike up a conversation.

So, I held Snowy and sat behind the counter with a smile, watching the liveliness of the room. Life seemed to have suddenly settled down. The life that had been in chaos since my transformation into a vampire seemed to have suddenly returned to its starting point. Of course, one first had to ignore the presence of the several demons and vampires before me. Since the battle with the Inquisition, Samael no longer mentioned taking me back to the Dark Kingdom, and Alastor no longer spoke of me returning to the Demon Realm to be Queen. We just stayed in the Splendid Candy House like this.

I looked up at the time; it was already 10:00 AM. I turned to pour a cup of coffee and handed it to Yang Weisheng. He used to be accustomed to having a cup of coffee at this time.

He glanced up at me and reached out to take it.

"Lilith... what kind of person was she, uh... demon?" Sitting down with a thick skin, I was quite curious about what my past life was like.

Seeing how Samael is so persistent, chasing me through thousands of years, she must have been a perfect woman.

"She was an angel." After a glance at me, Yang Weisheng lowered his head to drink his coffee and spoke plainly.

An angel?

Truly, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

"Selfish, arrogant, and opinionated." Carelessly stirring the spoon in his hand, he spoke without a ripple of emotion.

The corners of my mouth began to twitch involuntarily. I should have expected it—how good could the image of an angel be in a demon's mind? Coming from his mouth, using "angel" to describe a person was likely derogatory.

"Uh, then why do you still..." I worded my question carefully, trying not to provoke him.

"Hmm?" He turned his head to look at the crowds passing by on the street outside.

Seeing his indifferent look, I got angry. I slammed the table and stood up. "Since she was selfish, arrogant, and opinionated, why are you still pestering me!"

He finally looked back at me, a faint, mocking smile in his deep black eyes. "You? You aren't her yet."

I completely exploded. "Then you tell everyone you meet that I'm your wife! You're ruining my reputation!"

"You haven't awakened yet. I'm waiting for you to awaken."

"Awaken?" I blinked.

"Lilith wouldn't fail to remember Samael." Across the bar, he looked at me, an abyssal chill in his black pupils.

It was a very plain sentence, but for some reason, I felt my heart ache slightly.

Sometimes, plainness is a feeling sublimated to the extreme. Under the entanglement of thousands of years, all words seem barren and insufficient to describe it.

Why Lilith and Samael fell from grace, why they turned from angels into demons—I don't remember any of it. I don't know what kind of earth-shaking story existed between them, nor do I remember if there were vows spanning lifetimes. But now, just one simple sentence—"Lilith wouldn't fail to remember Samael"—just that one sentence made my heart ache with a faint pull.

Lilith wouldn't fail to remember her Samael, but I am not Lilith. I am Aurora. This name ordains that I belong to only one person.

Even though... that person is a member of the clergy, and he considers being good to me a sin.

Ding-dong... The wind chimes at the door rang crisply, breaking the weird atmosphere between me and Samael and rescuing me from my inexplicable sense of guilt.

A man wearing a dark red trench coat with a high collar walked in. The next second, more than half of the girls had blocked the doorway.

"Heavens... he's so beautiful..."

"Yeah!"

"He's Morven from the Night Charm bar..."

"Yeah, he's so cool! I often go to hear him sing..."

"His voice is beautiful too..."

A group of girls with starry eyes were drooling in a daze.

Little Mountain’s expression darkened slightly as he prepared to stand up. He likely recognized this culprit who had caused chaos in the Demon Realm back then. Foreseeing that his height would cause a traffic jam—especially since the room was already filled to capacity—I jumped ahead and stood up to press him down.

Raising a hand to elegantly brush back his burgundy hair, Li ignored the girls swirling around him and walked straight to the bar to sit down, right across from Yang Weisheng.

"You aren't Morven." Yang Weisheng looked at him and spoke plainly, stating a fact.

Li’s expression changed slightly, but he managed to maintain the elegant smile on his face with difficulty. "I am."

"You aren't." Yang Weisheng’s expression remained indifferent.

"I am." His lip twitched once, but Li continued to smile.

"You aren't."

"I am."

"You aren't."

"I am."

"You are."

"I am not..."

"Correct, you aren't." Yang Weisheng nodded, looking very matter-of-fact.

Li was caught off guard. Round one: Yang Weisheng wins.

Looking at Li, who was staring with beautiful eyes like a fighting cock about to explode, and then at Yang Weisheng, who was nonchalant yet wouldn't budge an inch, I sighed inwardly. I took a cup of coffee, walked forward, and placed it in front of Li, blocking these two "old children" who were several hundred years old yet still bickering.

The several-hundred-year-old one was Li; Yang Weisheng’s age was already impossible to investigate...

Li looked up at me, gave up bickering with Yang Weisheng, and his slender fingers lightly brushed the hand I used to hold the coffee. It made my hand shake, nearly spilling the drink.

"Aurora, come to Night Charm with me..." Remaining seated at the bar, Li tilted his head slightly to look at me, his pale neck nearly perfect. He curled his lips slightly, sending sparks my way.

Feeling Yang Weisheng’s sinister aura, the corner of my mouth twitched. Why did it feel like the war was spreading... was this a case of the city gate catching fire and the fish in the moat being affected?

"Don't you like Night Charm very much?" Li blinked his beautiful eyes, intensifying the "current."

Consequently, the sinister aura nearby grew even stronger.

"I can give you a raise." Li smiled at me, as bewitchingly beautiful as a rose.

Feeling the strong resentment, I began to wipe away sweat. One Alastor was enough to provoke him; why was even Li joining the fray... each and every one of them was eager to see the world burn. If they really made Yang Weisheng snap and let out the Big Boss Samael, who else but me would be the one to risk their life to put out the fire in the end...

"Right, then it's settled. Come work at Night Charm." Li had already reached a conclusion on his own.

"Come here." Yang Weisheng looked at me.

If you tell me to come, I just come? Am I that spineless?!

The fact was, I really was that spineless. I wanted to go over, but Li was holding my hand and wouldn't let go...

"Come here." The Big Boss issued the command for the second time, appearing displeased.

Li wore a smile, tightly clutching my hand without letting go.

I looked left and then right; it was clear Li had just been slighted by Yang Weisheng and was deliberately using me as a prop to provoke him. Then I noticed Alastor, who had been happily flirting with the girls, was frequently glancing over here. I immediately became alert, silently praying Alastor wouldn't join the mess.

Clearly, I forgot—I belong to a race forgotten by God...

Amidst the tug-of-war...

"What do you plan to do with my Aurora!" A hero appeared to save the beauty.

I was already sweating rivers.

"What are you doing here!" Alastor grabbed my arm and glared at Li, expressing dissatisfaction at the appearance of an extra rival.

Li flicked the business card in his hand—the very one Alastor had given him.

Alastor immediately looked full of regret.

"Aurora said she’s going to work at Night Charm." Li smiled.

"I did not!" I hurried to clear my name.

"She wouldn't dare." Yang Weisheng’s eyes darkened slightly.

"Aurora..." Alastor wailed.

Three voices rang out simultaneously.

The north wind blew, and the crows cawed as they flew by.

"All of you sit down and speak properly!" Holding Snowy in one hand and my other hand on my hip, I looked like a tigress. If the tiger doesn't show its power, they'll take me for a sick cat.

Silence.

The candy house, which had been bustling a moment ago, was suddenly silent. A crowd of delicate young girls stared at me with murderous intent, expressing dissatisfaction with my mistreatment of the handsome men.

I waved my hand weakly; the tide had turned against me.

Looking at Snowy resting obediently in my arms—Snowy was the only one sensible and obedient. Seeing that Li was still pinching my hand and not letting go, my brow jumped. I looked at Li with extreme "tenderness." "Let go."

Li shuddered and released my hand.

"I don't drink coffee," he said faintly.

"Still complaining?" I glared at him.

"Can you mix a drink for me?" He looked at me deeply. "You know which one I want to drink."

My heart softened slightly. Struggling for the last time, I said, "This is a candy house; where would I find mixing tools?"

Li broke into a smile—that rose-like, beautiful smile even made me lose my focus for a moment. Following his smiling gaze, I saw an entire set of barware sitting on the counter. I couldn't help but curse myself for being an idiot, forgetting that none of them were innocent types; each one was a master of using magic like it was child's play.

"Mix a drink for me, will you..." A soft voice, carrying a hint of entreaty, made it impossible to refuse.

I resigned myself to walking behind the counter and began mixing the drink. Morven, oh Morven—did you teach me to mix drinks just so I could be his bartender!

I then noticed the atmosphere was wrong. Looking up, I saw Li with a wide grin, looking provocatively at Yang Weisheng.

I was covered in black lines.

Round two: Li wins completely.