Top-tier Unruly Master

The annual contract fee for the Flower Cellar was several tens of thousands of yuan, while the orchid Zhen Xiang gave to Ding Fan was barely over a thousand. Zhen Xiang had wanted to repay Ding Fan for saving her life, but in the end, what Ding Fan gave her was much more than she could repay.

After coming back from the Flower Cellar, Ding Fan didn't go elsewhere; he went straight home.

Although Li Guanghua brought Second Brother Song to apologize, throughout the whole event, Xu Rui never showed her face, yet Ding Fan felt that this matter was orchestrated by Xu Rui.

On the way home, Ding Fan did call Xu Rui. However, when Ding Fan brought up the incident, Xu Rui denied having anything to do with it.

Ding Fan wanted to say something else, but Xu Rui had already hung up the phone.

Faced with Xu Rui's capriciousness, Ding Fan had no solution, yet he could feel that the matter with Li Guanghua was indeed Xu Rui's doing; she was merely acting petulant with him now.

Back at home, Zhou Ruoran was preparing dinner for Ding Fan.

Zhou Ruoran's complexion had visibly improved after some recuperation.

Today, Zhou Ruoran was wearing a beige shirt, her soft long hair tied up in a ponytail. Her pretty face, accentuated by a set of casual home clothes, appeared even more delicate and charming.

Ding Fan, having placed the orchid on the living room balcony, sat in a spot where he could see into the kitchen and quietly watched Zhou Ruoran.

Zhou Ruoran was a woman of deep affection. When they parted in Dancheng, Zhou Ruoran couldn't stop thinking about him, and what Ding Fan found unforgettable was her confession in the midst of the fire.

After all these events, Ding Fan realized that in his heart, Zhou Ruoran had unknowingly found a place.

In the last few days, what Ding Fan thought most about was taking Zhou Ruoran along with him to cultivate.

Ding Fan followed the Way of Longevity, while Zhou Ruoran was merely an ordinary person. In a few decades, she would inevitably return to dust, and since Ding Fan had decided to be with Zhou Ruoran, he had to find a way to keep her by his side.

And the only way to be with Zhou Ruoran forever was to take her along in the path of cultivation.

The problem was that the cultivation resources on Earth were extremely limited. Ding Fan had trouble finding enough for his own cultivation, and now with Zhou Ruoran, future hardships were all the more certain.

It didn't take long for Zhou Ruoran to serve up the entire meal.

The steaming dishes and the warm, simple cabin gave Ding Fan a sense of fulfillment that he had not felt in two lifetimes.

"What are you looking at?" Zhou Ruoran asked, noticing Ding Fan staring at her, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Ding Fan just smiled faintly. "I am naturally looking at my charming wife, Ruoran..."

Zhou Ruoran blushed even more at Ding Fan's words and mockingly huffed, "Who is your charming wife..."

At that moment, Ding Fan pulled Zhou Ruoran onto his lap.

Zhou Ruoran gasped softly, not expecting Ding Fan to embrace her so assertively.

Embracing the softness in his arms, the musky faint fragrance was intoxicating. The beauty in his arms shyly lifted her head.

Zhou Ruoran's eyes were bright, exuding an immortal aura. Her pert little nose and her thin, tender lips invoked an irresistible desire to kiss them fervently.

Zhou Ruoran glanced at Ding Fan reproachfully. "Aren't you afraid Mei Li is at home?"

Ding Fan just smiled without responding.

He had long probed the house with his divine sense. If Mei Li were at home, how could Ding Fan possibly hold Zhou Ruoran in his arms?

"Ruoran, you are truly beautiful..."

This was a sentiment that came from Ding Fan's heart. In the Cultivation World, Ding Fan had seen many beauties. As the saying goes, there are no ugly women in the realm of cultivators.

The reason is that once cultivators reach the Nascent Soul Stage, they can alter their appearance. Even though female cultivators could use their True Qi to change their looks, they could still not compare to Zhou Ruoran's beauty.

Ruoran's beauty was pure, natural, ethereal, and vivacious...

No matter how advanced one's cultivation was, it would be impossible to recreate another woman of such beauty.

Seeing Ding Fan praising her looks, Zhou Ruoran's cheeks carried a faint yet pretty smile.

For Women Beautify Themselves for the One They Love.

What could be more blissful than receiving compliments from the one you love?

At that moment, Ding Fan and Zhou Ruoran were close enough to feel each other's breath. Experiencing the faint, pleasant scent of Ding Fan and his strong embrace, Zhou Ruoran gently closed her eyes.

Her sweetly naive appearance made Ding Fan almost chuckle. Then, he lightly moved in to peck Zhou Ruoran's tender lips...

Zhou Ruoran's body trembled slightly, and after a slightly inexperienced response, she was fully immersed in Ding Fan's embrace, in his kiss...

It was hard to tell how much time had passed before Ding Fan and Zhou Ruoran finally parted.

Zhou Ruoran's eyes and brows were filled at this time with gentle affection. This was Zhou Ruoran's first kiss, and her heart was as if a jar of honey had been overturned, sweet and overflowing…

Ding Fan was holding the beauty in his arms and he took a deep breath. "So sweet…" he murmured.

Drip drip… At that moment, a ringing sound came from the kitchen.

Zhou Ruoran suddenly remembered something. "Oh no, there's still a pot of bones stewing in the kitchen."

It turned out that the dripping sound was a warning noise from the pressure cooker.

Zhou Ruoran hastily broke free from Ding Fan and ran to the kitchen. Ding Fan just watched her quietly.

With such a wife, what more could a husband ask for…

It wasn't long before Zhou Ruoran had brought all the prepared food to the table.

Ding Fan and Zhou Ruoran had a very sweet dinner together, and because of the intimate contact before dinner, they naturally drew even closer to each other.

After dinner, Ding Fan began to give Zhou Ruoran a massage, as her body was quite weak at the moment. Ding Fan planned to, after some time, refine some strengthening pills for her.

Zhou Ruoran was lying on her soft bed, her hair scattered over her shoulders, her slender waist, her straight and even legs visible from behind, and her slightly raised buttocks were also in view.

For a moment, Ding Fan couldn't help but lie on top of Ruoran, then gently sniffed the faint fragrance emanating from her body with his nose.

Zhou Ruoran, feeling the warmth from Ding Fan's body, found her heart thumping wildly, as if a small deer were inside.

Ding Fan's body was almost half-pressing on Ruoran as he softly kissed Zhou Ruoran's earlobe.

A sensation of tingling numbness made Zhou Ruoran's body shiver uncontrollably.

After feeling Zhou Ruoran's shiver, Ding Fan stopped, realizing just how dangerous his actions had been. It was like playing with fire, and facing such a delicate wife, Ding Fan might very well lose control of himself.

When Zhou Ruoran sensed that Ding Fan had paused, she was taken aback. In her heart, she longed to be Ding Fan's woman and worried whether Ding Fan was afraid of hurting her by going further.

"Ding Fan… I am your woman, and I am willing to do anything for you…" Ruoran lay gently on the bed, speaking in a soft whisper.

How could Ding Fan not know what Ruoran was thinking? He gently kissed Zhou Ruoran's flowing hair.

"Ruoran, there are some things I want to talk to you about," he said.

While speaking, Ding Fan got off Zhou Ruoran's body and sat down beside her.

Zhou Ruoran, seeing Ding Fan so serious, also sat up and faced him directly.

"Ruoran, have you ever heard of Cultivation?" Ding Fan asked indifferently.

"Cultivation?" Zhou Ruoran pondered for a moment and then nodded. "I know of it."

You do? Ding Fan was surprised; he thought he would have to spend a great deal of effort explaining to Ruoran, but to his surprise, she already knew.

Ruoran continued, "When I was very young, I remember my father talking to me about Cultivation, and he even had me memorize a chant. But it's been so long, I don't remember much... 'The way that can be told of is not an unvarying way; the names that can be named are not unvarying names...' "

As she spoke, Zhou Ruoran began to recite some passages. "There's not much I can remember after my father went missing, and no one ever spoke to me of cultivating again."

At that moment, Ding Fan remembered that when Zhou Ruoran was very young, after her parents went missing, she was taken back to the Ding Family by the host's father.

Of course, these things that Zhou Ruoran was now bringing up had long been hidden in her heart, and had she not decided to give her heart to Ding Fan, she would not have spoken of them.

Ding Fan gleaned from Zhou Ruoran's words that her father was very likely a Martial Artist.

"Ding Fan, are you a cultivator?" Zhou Ruoran asked, looking at him with keen intelligence.

Ding Fan nodded slightly. "Yes, I am."

Ruoran nodded. At this moment, she didn't say much else and just quietly watched Ding Fan, for someone as perceptive as Zhou Ruoran knew that Ding Fan had more to say.

"Ruoran, I want to teach you the Cultivation Technique… However, I respect your thoughts, and if you don't wish to, I won't force you," Ding Fan said, looking at Zhou Ruoran.

Zhou Ruoran's gaze was warm, and she took Ding Fan's hands firmly in her slim jade hands.

"Ding Fan, I am your wife, and naturally, I will heed your advice. I choose to cultivate."

If Ding Fan hadn't wanted Zhou Ruoran to cultivate, he would not have mentioned this, so Ruoran agreed without hesitation.

"Your body is very weak right now. Today, I will teach you the first step of cultivation: sitting cross-legged and performing breath control…" he said.

Ruoran nodded. "Okay."