002 Darling Fifth Sister (Asking for votes~~)

After a series of rituals and offerings, Qingcheng personally supported the old Master Mu and slowly made their way down the mountain. The rest of the group followed quietly behind, forming a long, winding river of black, both grand and oppressive.

Halfway down the mountain path, the girl whose expression had remained calm suddenly came to a halt. She frowned ever so slightly, her delicate features finally betraying a trace of sorrow she could no longer conceal.

Catching this from the corner of his eye, the old master felt a pang in his heart and hurriedly asked, “Qingcheng, what’s wrong?”

“Grandfather, I’d like to be alone for a while… is that alright?”

Her words left the old man momentarily stunned. After a pause of two or three seconds, he let out a heavy sigh and spoke in a somewhat dejected tone, “Alright, then you…”

“Qingcheng, let Third Brother stay with you!”

“You rascal, get yourself back to the company—”

Before the old master could finish, Jingchi had already stepped forward, standing nervously by Qingcheng’s side. Unfortunately, with a single rebuke, the old man sent him back where he came from.

It had to be said, Jingchi’s affection for this newly discovered sister was beyond measure. Yet the old master always felt that his usually hot-tempered, irreverent third grandson looked at his precious fifth granddaughter as a wolf might eye a little white rabbit—his gaze all but glowing green.

One could never tell; he might run off with his beloved granddaughter one day.

This girl was a treasure he’d only just managed to recover, his dearest darling to spoil as he pleased—how could he let anyone else have her?

After sending the third grandson away with a single shout, the old master squeezed Qingcheng’s delicate, boneless hand and spoke gently, “Take care of yourself.”

“Alright,” Qingcheng replied obediently, her spirits sinking.

“If you need anything, Qingcheng, call Third Brother,” Jingchi added.

“Okay.”

No matter how unwilling, Jingchi had no choice but to obey the old master and leave with the others. The remaining three brothers each nodded to her before departing one after another.

Soon, only Qingcheng remained, standing in place.

A few minutes after leaving, Jingchi, still uneasy, couldn’t help but look back—only to spot the slender figure of the girl quietly making her way up the mountain path alone. Her lonely silhouette struck his softest spot, filling him with an aching tenderness.

“Come on,” the old master said, patting his shoulder. “We have to give Qingcheng some space.” With that, he led him away.

Meanwhile, as Qingcheng retraced her steps, she finally heard a voice through her earpiece, which had been connected the entire time.

“Boss, everyone’s gone.”

“Meet me at the back of the mountain. I’m heading over now.”

“Understood.”

At that, Qingcheng quickly glanced back to confirm no one was watching. Then, without hesitation, she lifted her skirt and slipped into the tall grass beside the path.

The moment she vanished into the wilderness, she tore away her ankle-length skirt, shedding her top as well.

Beneath, she wore a black strapless bodysuit. Its material was difficult to discern, but it gleamed with a muted metallic sheen, tightly outlining her flawless figure and accentuating a breathtaking silhouette.

At the same time, Qingcheng gathered her long hair into a swift bun. Within a second or two, she bent her knees and slid down the sloping grass embankment.

In a flash, she disappeared, leaving only the faintest trace in the trembling foliage.

At the foot of the mountain, a black off-road vehicle pulled up just in time. As soon as Qingcheng landed, she gathered herself and slipped nimbly into the open passenger seat, her movements seamless and fluid—like a phantom in broad daylight.

The driver was a sunny, handsome young man. Seeing Qingcheng, he grinned brilliantly and handed her a prepared package.

“Boss.”

“Let’s go,” she replied, donning her gear—her delicate demeanor replaced by cold, steely resolve.

“You got it!” The young man faced forward, flashing his tigerish teeth. His foot pressed the accelerator to the floor.

With a roar, the vehicle shot forward like an arrow from the bow.