I Snatched the Male Lead’s "Cool Novel" Script - Chapter 43

Yan Yu turned her head, revealing a little surprise. “Why are you here?”

“This is Langdie Valley. I go wherever I want.” Yin Beiqing lowered her head to look at her.

True.

“You…” Yan Yu steadied herself, then raised a finger and pointed at Yin Beiqing’s hand, which was still holding the medicine pot as if it had lost all feeling. “Isn’t it hot? Hurry and put it down.”

“Don’t think of me as delicate as you.” Yin Beiqing strode past her and placed the medicine pot on the table, then pointed at the other pot. “What’s this?”

She could smell that the two pots contained different things.

“Peach soup.” Yan Yu quickly walked over, wanting to pick it up. She was worried that if it cooked too long, the texture would become bad.

“I’ll do it.” Before her hand could reach it, Yin Beiqing had already lifted the pot first. “Where do I pour it?”

Yan Yu hurriedly brought over a large porcelain bowl. “Here.”

The entire pot of peach soup was poured out. Its sweet fragrance spread through the air. Yin Beiqing lowered her head and smelled it, seemingly finding the scent not bad, then lifted the bowl to drink.

“Wait.” Yan Yu stopped her. “This has a use. If you want to drink some, I’ll portion some out for you.”

“Why?” Yin Beiqing’s expression turned unfriendly. “Who is the rest for?”

“Panpan.” Under that sharp gaze, Yan Yu portioned out a small bowl for her. “This was made with bruised peaches. You probably wouldn’t want to eat it anyway.”

It was not that she was stingy. The main thing was that this pot had been made according to the two little ones’ appetites, without any extra. She was afraid Yin Beiqing would drink it all in one breath, and then Panpan would make a fuss and refuse to drink its medicine later.

After hearing Yan Yu’s answer, the stormy emotion in Yin Beiqing’s eyes faded.

“Oh.”

Just when Yan Yu thought she had understood, this person leisurely lowered her head and took a sip from the bowl.

She bit the peach pieces cut into small chunks and tasted them carefully, then gave her evaluation. “It’s all right.”

There probably was not much sugar added. The taste mainly came from the soft peaches’ clear sweetness. Because extra white fungus had been added, the texture was thick, smooth, and very soothing.

This peach soup belonged to the kind of thing that seemed ordinary at first, but after drinking it, one always wanted another tiny bit more.

Yan Yu could not stop her at all. She could only watch helplessly as Yin Beiqing finished the peach soup in the large bowl spoonful by spoonful, leaving it completely clean.

She suddenly felt the hand holding the small bowl become somewhat unsteady.

“No.” When Yin Beiqing looked toward her again, Yan Yu firmly covered the bowl in her hands. “There’s only this little bit left. Leave Panpan one mouthful.”

Yin Beiqing shrugged. “Don’t make it sound like I’m bullying people.”

Aren’t you bullying people!

Yan Yu was angry but did not dare speak, and that very night, she went to pick more peaches, planning to make a bigger pot next time.

…

At noon the next day, Yan Yu took out the peach soup she had placed in the ice storage the previous day and divided it between the two little ones.

It was not strange that Panpan, who loved sweets, liked it, but unexpectedly, Lujia also liked it very much, eating even more actively than Panpan.

“Master, can I have another bowl?” Lujia tugged at Yan Yu’s skirt and stood upright to look at her.

“Mm. I’ll go get some more.” Yan Yu put down the notes she had been halfway through reading and patted its head.

Compared with the beginning, Lujia’s personality had become a little more cheerful. At least now, it would take the initiative to make its own requests. Occasionally, it even learned from Panpan and acted a little spoiled. This made Yan Yu very happy.

There was quite a lot of peach soup left from the previous night, enough to fill a medium-sized water jar. She opened the sealed lid, ladled out another large bowl, and carried it back.

Just as she reached the doorway, she heard Panpan’s furious shouts from inside. She hurriedly quickened her pace.

When she walked in, she saw Yin Beiqing, who had appeared from who knew where, sitting on her lounge chair. As for the little fatty she had been worried about, it was standing on Yin Beiqing’s knees, shouting while struggling to stretch its paws toward the notes being held up high.

“Give it to me! You’re not allowed to touch Master’s things!”

When Yan Yu saw its mud-covered paws leaving one black paw print after another on Yin Beiqing’s white robe, her heart panicked.

But Yin Beiqing did not seem angry. Instead, there was a hint of teasing pleasure in her voice. “Is that so? But even your master is mine. So what if I touch these notes?”

“Who’s yours! Stop talking nonsense! My master isn’t a thing!”

Yin Beiqing seemed to love seeing Panpan angry. She raised her hand and flicked its forehead, scoffing, “Living or dead, once something enters Langdie Valley, it’s mine. By that logic, you’re also my ‘thing.’”

She deliberately slowed down the last two words, clearly adding fuel to the fire on purpose.

Yan Yu truly could not keep watching. She put down the peach soup in her hand, quickly walked over, and picked Panpan up.

With its armpits controlled, the little fatty could only wave its four fleshy paws helplessly in the air, still shouting in defiance, “I’m not afraid of you! Master will beat you up for me!”

Yan Yu’s expression stiffened, and she immediately covered its mouth. “Say less.”

“Wu, wu, wu—” The little fatty widened its wet black bean eyes to protest at her.

She was clearly the one who bullied others first!

“Heh.” Yin Beiqing lifted her lips in a smile and walked to the stone table with the steps of a victor. As if no one else were around, she began drinking the peach soup, as if it had been specially prepared for her.

“Wuwawawawa!”

“Don’t cry. There’s more.” Yan Yu lifted Panpan higher in her arms and patted its furry back. “I made a lot.”

Yin Beiqing held the spoon in her mouth, feeling quite pleased. She pointed at Lujia, who had shrunk quietly to the side, and said, “You, come here.”

Lujia carefully glanced at Yan Yu. After receiving an affirmative look from her, it crawled over in small steps. “Wh-what?”

“Here.” A bowl of peach soup was pushed toward it on the table. Yin Beiqing deliberately raised her voice, sending the words to the other one’s ears. “If you’re obedient, you get food.”

Lujia looked at Panpan, who had been angered to tears, and swallowed its drool. Still, it shook its head very firmly. “Then I… I won’t eat.”

Who would have thought that in the next second, Yin Beiqing’s expression would instantly sink. Her cold voice said, “Eat it.”

“Wu…”

Seeing that the other one was also about to cry, Yan Yu came out with a headache. “Don’t bully them.”

Yin Beiqing raised her eyes to look at her, seemingly completely unaware of her own problem. “What did I do?”

This question left Yan Yu utterly speechless. She drew in a long breath, put the little fatty in her arms down, then walked to the table and evenly divided the peach soup into several bowls, giving portions to both little ones.

The feeling of the icy peach soup being sucked into the mouth was truly refreshing, but none of that compared to the happiness Panpan felt from someone upholding justice. It instantly stopped crying and smiled, tilting its head as it hid behind Yan Yu and made a face at Yin Beiqing.

“Bleh!”

This time, Yin Beiqing only gave it a cool sidelong glance and said nothing, probably too lazy to argue with a child.

Yan Yu also served herself a bowl and sat down to slowly drink. Yin Beiqing sat across from her, propping her chin on her hand as she watched her.

This gaze had too strong a presence. By the time Yan Yu drank the fifth mouthful, she could not hold back anymore. “Are you looking for me for something?”

“I can’t look for you if I have nothing?”

“That’s fine too,” Yan Yu replied.

But very soon, Yin Beiqing said slowly, “But today, I really do have something to discuss with you.”

Yan Yu frowned as she swallowed what was in her mouth. “What is it?”

Yin Beiqing raised the notes and waved them. “Class. You can’t stay partial forever.”

What a “partial.” Yan Yu felt that aside from having a slightly solid grasp of theory, she was actually no different from a poor student failing every subject.

However, this was a proper matter, so she immediately became fully alert, put away her bowl, sat up straight, and looked at Yin Beiqing. “Are we practicing now? Where do we start?”

“So eager.” As Yin Beiqing spoke, she took out from her sleeve a dictionary thick enough to smash someone to death. “First, memorize this complete spell compendium.”

Yan Yu glanced at the cover and pushed it back. “I’ve read this one.”

“Reading it doesn’t count. You need to be able to recite it.”

From this matter, Yin Beiqing was still reliable. At least she knew to build Yan Yu’s foundation first. After all, she herself was a lazy person who always skipped spells and hand seals, using spiritual arts in an extremely wild way.

“Mm.” Yan Yu nodded. “I can recite it. Do you want to test me?”

Yin Beiqing looked at her suspiciously. “You can recite it?”

Although reciting spells was the entry level of spiritual arts, ordinary Beast Arts Masters would only focus on memorizing the range needed for rank exams. But this dictionary contained a collection of spells spanning over a thousand years. Many A-rank Beast Arts Masters could not confidently say they could recite every single one.

Yin Beiqing opened the table of contents and began testing her from the Healing Arts section. But her testing method was extremely tricky. She did not call out the name of a spell, but page numbers.

“Page 365, third line.”

“SRE FE RI.”

The answer came faster than expected, making her smile with interest. She quickly flipped a few pages and asked three more questions in succession.

“Page 487, tenth line. Page 752, nineteenth line. Page 1022, twentieth line.”

Unexpectedly, Yan Yu’s answer speed was not affected in the slightest. Her expression did not change as she recited the answers.

Now Yin Beiqing finally became interested. The spells she had just pointed out were all examples with similar pronunciations that were very easy to confuse, and the page numbers were far apart. Since Yan Yu could still match them in one second, it meant she truly remembered them very firmly.

How should she put it? It was as if Yan Yu had a computer installed in her head. Retrieving the correct formula only required pressing a search key. Not only was it fast, it was extremely accurate.

“How long did you spend memorizing this book?” She closed the book, clearly no longer having any doubts about Yan Yu’s ability.

Yan Yu gave a relatively conservative answer. “Around a week?”

Actually, it had only taken her three days to fully digest it, because reading it carefully once was enough for her to memorize it firmly.

This was an ability she had developed from being forced to memorize books since childhood. Although it was troublesome in some matters, it was especially convenient when dealing with all kinds of medical terminology and pharmaceutical formulas.

“A week.” Yin Beiqing tapped her fingers on her knee.

That was not even enough for ordinary people to memorize one-tenth of it. It seemed Yan Yu was not someone who had learned by burying her head in bitter study, but truly had a certain talent for memory.

Then this would be easy. She also would not need to repeat the same things over and over again.

What master would not want to teach a smart disciple who remembered things well?

“All right.” She clapped her hands and stood. “Since your theory is so well prepared, then we’ll go straight to actual combat.”

Yan Yu blinked. “Actual… combat?”

“Yes.” Yin Beiqing curved her eyes at her, extended a finger, and pointed first at Yan Yu’s collar, then at herself. “You and me. Now.”

Yan Yu almost choked on air. She confirmed repeatedly, “Are you serious?”

Did this person know how to teach a disciple at all? Had she dug herself a pit? Who directly started with actual combat?

Did she think this was an eagle teaching a young eagle, where she could simply push the chick off a cliff and force it to fly?

Sure enough, one should not take someone with natural talent as a master. Yan Yu suddenly felt somewhat regretful.

Yin Beiqing clearly was not joking. Very quickly, she summoned Jiwu.

Jiwu still seemed unable to accept the current situation, where Yin Beiqing completely controlled her soul power. Her face was dark, and her tone was very aggressive. “What is it? Is there a fight? Why did you call me out?”

“That’s right.” Yin Beiqing took a step back, creating a safe distance between herself and Yan Yu. Then she raised her hand and crooked a finger at Jiwu. Her arrogant expression looked rather punchable. “I won’t fight back. I’ll give you one chance to attack me.”

Attack? It would already be good if she did not kill you!

Yan Yu hurriedly spoke up. “What are you doing?”

“Teaching you how to use spiritual arts, of course.” Yin Beiqing lifted her chin. In front of Yan Yu, she opened her collar and exposed her long, white neck. With a smile hidden in her expression, she lightly tapped the side of her neck with her finger and said to Jiwu, “Come here. Our goddess said before that stabbing here makes it easy for someone to die.”

“You said it yourself!” Jiwu revealed an excited expression. She raised her right hand and curled it into a claw, clearly eager to try.

“Ji—”

“Sickly weakling.” Yin Beiqing called out to Yan Yu, her gaze passing over Jiwu toward her. Then she leisurely parted her red lips and softly uttered two words.

“Save me.”

Hearing these words and then looking at the expression on this person’s face, that proud and unmatched appearance showed not the slightest hint of asking for help. She was clearly using herself as a wager, forcefully dragging Yan Yu into this gamble with no way out.

Yan Yu’s hand hanging at her side clenched uncontrollably. She could not change Yin Beiqing’s mind, but it was also difficult for her to bear the consequences of failure.

She knew this was only the most ordinary provocation, and that her best strategy was to remain calm. But the moment her gaze landed on Yin Beiqing’s neck, and she imagined the sight of blood gushing from that cut artery, her breathing automatically grew rapid.

“SRE FE RI.” Yin Beiqing recited the spell once in very standard Polai. “Isn’t this something you should be very good at?”

The spell name of SRE FE RI: defensive barrier. Paired with hand seals, it was a spiritual art only Healing Masters could use. After casting it, they could use their own soul power to condense a high-hardness protective shield for a short period of time.

But up to now, Yan Yu had never actively used it even once. It had always been Panpan sensing that her life was in danger and jumping out on its own to form the barrier.

Now, the person in danger was not Yan Yu herself. In other words, she could not rely on any “cheat.”

Author’s Note:

Yin: Let me enjoy the feeling of being protected by my wife.