No One Is Allowed To Lay Eyes On The Evil God’s Precious Beauty - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: The Recovery of Qing Zhu’s Power

“Stand up,” Qing Zhu said in a flat tone. “You do not need to kneel to see me.”

His words carried the weight of a divine decree. Cen Yue didn’t even hesitate; she stood up immediately, though her posture remained deeply respectful. She spoke tentatively: “Old Fu said before that you would sleep for at least two hundred years before waking… that’s why, just now…”

“It matters not,” Qing Zhu paused. “Which family are you?”

Fu Liuye answered, “My father was Fu An.”

“Fu An… Mu An,” Qing Zhu repeated the name softly. “He gave himself the surname Fu.”

Cen Yue’s eyes grew misty. “Although Old Fu left us early, while he was here, he constantly told us stories about you. He commanded us to guard the heirloom and return it to you when you emerged again. Not recognizing you just now… it was truly our failure.”

“It is fine. I did not expect it to be this early either.”

Wuyi wasn’t sure if it was a hallucination, but it seemed as though Qing Zhu glanced in his direction when he said those words. However, shrouded in that black mist, he couldn’t see any of Qing Zhu’s features, leaving him uncertain if he had imagined it.

Cen Yue hesitated for a moment before introducing her son. “This is the son of Fu An and me, Fu Liuye. He has inherited Old Fu’s business, but…”

As rumors suggested, Fengyue’s fortunes had been poor. Things were relatively smooth when Fu An was alive, but after his passing, the company began to decline. It had only recently stabilized thanks to the lucky doll sent by Wuyi, but new products seemed to be facing issues again. Furthermore, Fu Liuye had been in an accident last night, spraining his wrist and ankle. Such streaks of bad luck were common for their family.

She and her son hadn’t slept all night, worrying about the renovation of the shrine, never imagining so much would happen today.

Listening to his mother, Fu Liuye instinctively shifted his gaze toward Wuyi. The young boy was wearing a mask, his lively, beautiful eyes blinking at the news—simple and lovely. His slender frame slowly overlapped with the blurry figure Fu Liuye had glimpsed during his half-dreaming state.

I was right. It really is this person.

Wuyi noticed the gaze and hid behind Qing Zhu again, but after a few seconds, he poked his head out, curved his eyes, and gave Fu Liuye a smile. It was so vivid that Fu Liuye felt a wave of numbness wash over his back.

Qing Zhu noticed the interaction but did not interfere. Instead, he moved slowly toward the shrine.

“The evil energy on my body is heavy. If heirlooms are kept by ordinary means, they will inevitably affect a family’s fortune. Did Fu An not teach you the correct method of storage?”

Cen Yue replied, “Old Fu said your memories and power were stored within. If we used them frequently, it would surely affect your recovery in the future. So, we could only preserve it this way, renovating every three years and offering incense daily.”

As soon as she finished, a wisp of black mist darted into the shrine. After a swirling moment of darkness, everything was restored to a pristine state.

“I have taken the items. Fu An has long since passed; it will no longer affect the fortune of his descendants.”

Cen Yue almost burst into tears. Hearing this news, Fu Liuye felt the tension that had gripped his body for weeks finally dissipate.

“Thank you.”

Qing Zhu raised his hand slightly. Blue butterflies fluttered out, their wings shimmering as they swarmed toward Cen Yue and Fu Liuye.

Fu Liuye closed his eyes. He felt no pain; instead, his body felt as if it were being healed and smoothed over by a marvelous power. His anxiety and gloom vanished, and his bandaged wrist and ankle regained their original flexibility. When he opened his eyes again, the colors in the courtyard seemed more vibrant. That faint, lingering oppression in his heart was completely gone.

Miraculous.

Since Fu Liuye was a child, his father had often spoken of the divine. His father never went into detail, but Fu Liuye knew that if it weren’t for that god, his father would have lost his life long ago and would never have been able to build such a massive family business from scratch. Seeing it now with his own eyes, a profound sense of respect welled up in his heart.

Cen Yue also opened her eyes, tears shimmering in them, seemingly wanting to say more. But the black mist flew back toward Wuyi, compressing and coiling around his wrist, transforming back into its usual form.

“I need to rest for a while.”

Hearing the voice by his ear, Wuyi nodded hesitantly, suppressing his mountain of questions. “Okay, you sleep.”

He touched the jade bracelet on his wrist, feeling the coldness gradually fade. Simultaneously, the heavy atmospheric pressure that had been weighing down on the sky suddenly dispersed. The subtle sounds of wind and birds returned; it was no longer a heavy, dead silence.

The courtyard remained quiet for a full minute before Li Qingquan finally spoke up. “Is… is it over now?”

Wuyi didn’t know what to say. He pulled down his sleeve to cover Qing Zhu, shielding him from Cen Yue and Fu Liuye’s gazes. “It should be over,” he said, also hesitant.

Recalling what had just happened, he felt incredibly awkward and just wanted to leave quickly. If he heard correctly, the thing the Fu family was worshipping was indeed Qing Zhu—which meant they probably couldn’t ask for the renovation fee.

“Master Li, and this…” Cen Yue recovered and smiled, but she seemed unsure how to address Wuyi.

Wuyi bit his lip and put his hands behind his back, looking every bit the well-behaved child.

Fu Liuye skipped the title and said directly, “Please, come inside and sit for a while.”

Wuyi saw the earnestness in Cen Yue’s eyes and couldn’t find the words to refuse. “Okay.”

…

Cen Yue sent the workers in the front yard away. She sat on a single-seat sofa, looking a bit dazed as she watched Fu Liuye brew tea. The fragrance of tea filled the living room, punctuated only by the crisp sound of cups clinking.

Li Qingquan sat on the sofa, trembling with nerves, his peripheral vision constantly darting toward Wuyi, clearly prodding him to speak first. Wuyi kept his hands on his knees and remained quiet.

By the time Fu Liuye placed the tea cups before them, Cen Yue had finally regained her composure. She looked at the boy beside her with a smile. “According to what that Lord said, the doll originally given to our Liuye was sent by you.”

“Yes,” Wuyi felt quite shy, but he wasn’t sure how much he could reveal. “I was at the Sun Orphanage back then and saw you delivering winter supplies. Qingqing sensed that President Fu’s wish was very strong, so I came over secretly.”

Cen Yue: “Truly, thank you. Otherwise, Fengyue might have already…” She didn’t finish the sentence.

The living room fell quiet again. Wuyi was a bit thirsty; after hesitating for a long time, he took off one side of his mask and lifted the tea cup with both hands to take a sip.

His porcelain-white face was smooth and clean. Perhaps because he had been wearing the mask for too long, the tip of his nose was slightly flushed, and his lips were a plump, youthful pink. He looked like an exquisitely beautiful doll.

Fu Liuye, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time, asked directly, “How should I address you?”

“My name is Wuyi.” He shared his name honestly. Since these were descendants familiar to Qing Zhu, they shouldn’t be dangerous.

Fu Liuye gave him a faint smile. “Thank you, Xiao Yi.”

This was the first time anyone had called him that. Wuyi froze, feeling a bit embarrassed. “It’s nothing.” Without Qing Zhu, he wouldn’t have been able to do any of this alone.

“Are you and Master Li friends?” Cen Yue asked curiously.

Hearing his name, Li Qingquan cleared his throat. “Yes, Wuyi and I met by chance a while ago. We got along well, so I’m currently staying at his house.”

Cen Yue’s expression softened significantly. “I see. No wonder you two cooperated so perfectly just now.”

Li Qingquan: “…” Wuyi: “…” That didn’t sound like a compliment.

Fortunately, Cen Yue quickly turned serious. “When Xiao Yi asked about the statue earlier, hiding the truth was truly a matter of necessity. It was a specific instruction from the old man. We swore an oath never to tell others, but since you have that kind of relationship with that Lord, there’s no harm in telling you now.”

Wuyi didn’t notice anything odd about her phrasing and nodded expectantly. He was very interested in Qing Zhu’s past, but every time he asked, the other would just brush him off. Now that he finally had a chance, he was all ears.

“Sixty years ago, before the old man and I met, he was born with a terrible fate. He was bullied in his hometown. Later, a landslide occurred. His family fled after hearing the news, leaving him behind. He managed to survive for three days and nights on a high spot, but rescue was nowhere in sight. Right before death… that Lord saved him.”

“After that, Old Fu naturally stayed by his side to do odd jobs. From the start, Old Fu knew that Lord was not ordinary. After all, to be saved from such a raging flood… it could only be a god descending to earth.”

Cen Yue sighed softly. “If it weren’t for that Lord, he probably wouldn’t have even had the chance to get an education. With such a cursed fate, surviving at all was a miracle. When he was in his teens, that Lord suddenly needed to sleep for a while. He gave Old Fu a jade pendant containing part of his memories and power, saying that when he woke up a hundred years later, he would come to find Old Fu’s descendants. That’s why we have guarded it so carefully.”

“I heard you say just now that the original plan was for him to wake up in two hundred years,” Wuyi recalled.

“Yes. That was what Old Fu told Liuye and me before he passed. We couldn’t have misheard it.” Cen Yue looked apologetic. “I’m truly sorry for what I said to you in the backyard. The things beneath the shrine are too important to us, so we couldn’t let anyone touch them. Plus, since Old Fu said two hundred years, we didn’t even consider that he might wake up now.”

“As for the items beneath the statue, Old Fu said that although we couldn’t build a golden body for him, we had the tea cup he once used. Embedding it underneath had special meaning, so we kept it that way.”

Wuyi waved his hands quickly. “It was my intrusion. I’m sorry.” No matter how you looked at it, this wasn’t their fault. What he and Qing Zhu did just now was essentially the behavior of bandits.

After hearing the story, Li Qingquan couldn’t help but sigh with emotion. “What a twisted tale.”

Cen Yue smiled. “I must ask Master Li to keep this a secret, as it is a family matter.”

“Of course, of course.”

Wuyi blinked, still digesting the stories.

“Have you known that Lord for a long time, Xiao Yi?” Cen Yue asked.

Wuyi nodded slowly. “Ten years.”

He originally thought he had been with Qing Zhu for a long time, but hearing that Fu Liuye’s father had also known him for many years, he suddenly felt his time wasn’t that much. And according to Auntie Cen, Qing Zhu had specifically left Mr. Fu some valuable items, which gave him the chance to start Fengyue.

A great kindness indeed, Wuyi thought. No wonder they treasured the items in the shrine so much.

“Since it’s like this, we are all one family now,” Cen Yue said with a gentle smile. “If you ever need anything in the future, contact us anytime.”

Fu Liuye lit up his phone and pushed it toward Wuyi. “Let’s add each other’s contact information.”

Wuyi added them in a daze. Before he could react, the glutton Li Qingquan had already accepted the invitation to have lunch at the Fu residence. Cen Yue chatted for a bit more, then happily went into the kitchen with the helper to cook personally.

While Fu Liuye stepped out to take a call, Li Qingquan’s stiff shoulders relaxed. He leaned toward Wuyi and sighed. “Heavens, I was scared to death today. I thought I’d have to pay them back until I was left in my underwear.”

Wuyi pushed him away with some disgust. “Don’t cling to me.”

Li Qingquan sniffed the scent on him and laughed. “What body wash do you use? It smells so good.”

Wuyi didn’t want to deal with him and was about to stand up when he was pulled back.

“Alright, alright, let’s talk business,” Li Qingquan said seriously. “I really didn’t expect it. Based on what they said, Fu An was originally Qing Zhu’s servant and kept his things for so many years. It looks like you’ll have someone to cover for you in Yunjing from now on.”

Wuyi froze. “Servant?”

“Yeah, what else?” Li Qingquan raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you one too?”

Wuyi’s elegant brows furrowed, and his little face darkened. “…”