Yuchi was feeling a bit uncomfortable now; he genuinely wanted to make a run for it.

The situation was quite clear—there was conflict between Bu Tingyue and Yu Yao, and it wasn't as simple as they made it seem. Judging by the looks of it, these two seemed to have an intense grudge, like they'd sworn to never cross paths again.

And he had nothing to do with this!

I'm just someone passing by, just here for some soy sauce, completely unaware of the conflict between them, and I'm definitely not interested in taking sides!

Sigh.

Being caught between them only meant being used as a pawn, and that's not a pleasant feeling. So Yuchi really wanted to escape, or perhaps find an excuse to take Bu Tingyue away and fly out overnight. Then he could earn money in Cuncha City under Song Bei's name, and avoid getting caught in this kind of situation.

Meanwhile, as he was contemplating, Bu Tingyue and Yu Yao had already started a "friendly" discussion, mocking each other in various ways right in front of him, exposing each other's flaws. Yuchi was not at all interested in such things; he'd outgrown the age of simple gossip.

"If you girls start fighting, I might be seriously thrilled watching on the side. If you're going to do it, just get on with it."

A battle between two pretty girls, tearing at each other's clothes—it sure was an enticing scene. Unfortunately, these two were bound not to fight; they had too much pride and knew where to draw the line.

"That's not interesting at all."

Holding a cup, Yuchi drank tea while his gaze was fixed on the martial arts ring outside; things were much more exciting over there.

The two men sparring just now, the weaker-looking one had lost the fight and was promptly carried off by the strong man. Meanwhile, the weak man's wife fainted from crying beneath.

The crowd cheered uproariously, guessing this man was in for some trouble, a classic case of greed blinding judgment. Who knew if he'd withstand the champion's power?

"Haha, quite something."

Yuchi wore a satisfied smile on his face.

Seeing Yuchi's cheerful smile, the two next to him darkened their expressions. Here we are arguing, and you act like you don't hear a thing? You're even laughing openly, almost ready to clap, aren't you?

Before Bu Tingyue could say anything, Yu Yao had proactively moved close to Yuchi, leaning on his shoulder timidly as she spoke, "Brother Yuchi, I really like you. Your appearance is my destiny. May I call you Master? I'll do whatever you ask."

After Yu Yao spoke, she continued to act cute, fists tucked by her chin, looking pitiful.

Everything I ask? Yuchi thought: "You should go control floods."

Yu Yao: "..."

Do you have floods in your mind!

Bu Tingyue laughed heartily, completely uncharacteristic of the Celestial Craft Workshop's heiress, guffawing and stumbling over her words:

"Hahaha, Master, I'll do anything you ask. Go control floods then, Yu Yao! Didn't you say you'd do anything? Shouldn't a request from Yuchi be acceptable? Or were you just talking?"

"Or are you a shameless, improper, unchaste woman who doesn't know the meaning of modesty?"

"Well, this truly opened my eyes, never knew you were like this."

Yu Yao's face darkened, she snorted, feeling this wasn't a big deal. She turned to Yuchi, still indifferent, "Brother Yuchi, why do you say that? Do you feel so uneasy with me around? I'm truly hurt."

It's really uncomfortable, sister, please stop messing around. This drama needs a fitting end... Yuchi snickered helplessly, "I'm simply not interested in girl issues, let alone your relationship. I'll just drink tea on the side; you chat as friends, pretend I'm not here."

Indeed, you two are far above me, the president of Xufu Town. You're both beyond my reproach. Why draw me into this mess? I'm just trying to make some money in Cuncha City to support my family.

"Brother Yuchi, let's get married," Yu Yao's watery eyes landed on Yuchi's face as she suddenly proposed.