Female Supreme: Population is in crisis, I have a fruit-bearing tree

After lying like this for nearly two hours, Wuwang suddenly sat up.

"I'm going to find Donor Su!"

He murmured unconsciously, and without wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, he hurriedly began to pack his luggage.

But after searching the house for a long time, he found that all the things he had added up were just a small bag.

After packing everything up, Wuwang hurriedly opened the door, only to find that it was already dark.

He stood at the door for a moment, put his things back into the house, turned and walked to the other side.

"Let's go and say goodbye to the abbot first."

He muttered to himself and soon arrived at the abbot's door.

I knocked on the door and entered only after getting permission.

"Have you thought about it?" The abbot spoke first.

"Yeah." Wuwang nodded.

The abbot pulled the man to his side and touched his head.

"If Donor Su doesn't want you, remember to come back. Love is something that will disappear if you practice hard in the temple."

Listening to the abbot's kind words, Wuwang could not help but have tears in his eyes, and the tears that he had just held back finally rolled down in big drops.

"Wuwuwu... Master Abbot..."

Wuwang pursed his lips and cried sadly, and it took a long time for him to stop.

"Okay, okay, it's getting late now. Go back home and have a good sleep tonight. Go down the mountain early tomorrow morning!"

When everyone calmed down, the abbot patted Wuwang's hand and sent him out.

The next morning.

Wuwang appeared at the temple gate early in the morning. He was still wearing a monk's robe because there was no other clothes to wear in the temple.

Behind him, a group of monks said goodbye to him.

Wuwang's eyes were a little swollen. He politely declined his uncle's offer to accompany him down the mountain, and walked out of the temple alone, carrying a small bag.

……

The gate of Su Mansion.

"Master, who are you looking for?"

Wuwang nervously squeezed the bag in his hand.

"...This poor monk, this poor monk is looking for the donor Su."

The concierge was stunned for a moment, then quickly nodded with a smile. "I'll go pass it on right away. Please wait a moment, young master."

Wuwang responded and saw one of the doormen quickly running in.

Soon, Wuwang was invited into the mansion.

In the hall, Su Qinghe sat in the main seat, while Lin Xi and others sat next to her in a row.

This was the scene Wuwang saw when he entered the room, and he suddenly became even more nervous.

"Hello, Mr. Su, and hello, gentlemen." He greeted very politely.

Looking at Wuwang, Lin Xi couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

Su Qinghe waved at him kindly. "Little Master, come and sit down."

"Thank you."

Wuwang responded and slowly walked to a chair nearby and sat down.

After everyone was seated, Su Qinghe spoke slowly.

"I wonder why the young master came here today?"

Wuwang clenched his hands nervously and glanced at Su Qinghe's husbands, feeling a little embarrassed to speak.

Lin Xi and the others were naturally very tactful and quickly found an excuse to leave.

"Can we talk now?"

Wuwang nodded, raised his head and looked at Su Qinghe seriously.

"Does what Master Su said to me still count?"

"Of course. I just don't know which sentence Young Master is referring to?" Su Qinghe asked knowingly.

Hearing that Su Qinghe did not deny it, Wuwang was delighted and spoke slowly. "It's just... responsible..."

After saying that, he looked at her nervously.

But Su Qinghe nodded without thinking. "Of course, I said, if the young master wants, I will be responsible."

Wuwang smiled and nodded heavily. "Yes!"

He was extremely nervous along the way, but he didn't expect it to be so smooth.

Seeing his unconcealed happiness, Su Qinghe also became happy.

"Does the abbot know?"

Wuwang nodded. "My senior brothers and uncles all know about it."

Su Qinghe also laughed. "Okay, I'll go back to the temple with you tomorrow."

Just then, Lin Xi and others walked in from outside.

"My dear wife, when will the wedding be held? I can go and make arrangements."

His tone was excited and he stepped forward and grabbed Wuwang's hand.

"Good brother, we are a family from now on!"

Wuwang was a little flustered.

He had no idea that Lin Xi and the others would be eavesdropping outside, and his face suddenly reached his neck.

"My dear, I, this poor monk..."

He hesitated, not knowing what to say, and looked anxiously at Su Qinghe from time to time.

Ji Yuan smiled at him gently.

"Since you have decided to return to secular life, don't call yourself a poor monk anymore."

Wuwang twirled his tongue in his mouth. "I..."

……

The next day, Su Qinghe and her family took Wuwang back to Lingyan Temple. After a conversation with the abbot, Wuwang completely returned to secular life.

The wedding banquet was scheduled for the middle of next month. Since Wuwang had no worldly family and could not marry out of the temple, Su Qinghe had someone live directly in her house.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was the day for the wedding banquet.

On that day, the Su Mansion was decorated with lights and was very lively. Although everyone knew that Su Qinghe was Na Xiaojun, what was supposed to come still came.

After three rounds of drinks, Su Qinghe stepped steadily into Qingqiu Pavilion.

The red candle flickered, and the warm candlelight illuminated the person in red clothes lying on the couch.

Hearing the door open, Wuwang nervously clenched the veil in her hand.

Su Qinghe lifted the man's red veil with ease, and when she saw Wuwang's face today, she couldn't help but hold her breath.

Wuwang has beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and even without hair, his facial features look extremely delicate. He looks even more stunning with makeup on today.

It is cool yet charming, not gaudy at all.

Su Qinghe looked a little dazed, and after she came to her senses, she coughed lightly.

"She is indeed a beauty. It's a pity that she has to be a monk. Fortunately, she met me."

Hearing Su Qinghe's somewhat narcissistic words, Wuwang's face flushed.

"Wife, wife master..."

He had silently repeated this name countless times while sitting here today, but it still felt very unfamiliar when he called it out loud now.

"Good sir."

Su Qinghe responded with a smile, which made Wuwang feel his cheeks getting hot again.

It's cold outside, but the temperature inside is rising.

The pleasing red candle was ruthlessly blown out halfway through burning.

The lingering sound inside the house disappeared in the sound of the rain outside...

(End of the article)