The Cub I Raised Turned Out to Be a Reborn Boss (GL) - Chapter 6

When Song Xi appeared in front of her dressed in pink, even though Jiang Yixue had mentally prepared herself, she was still stunned by the sheer beauty.

Although her features were bright and alluring, she was ultimately still a child. Song Xi’s sparkling eyes held a little awkwardness, her two hands tightly gripping the sleeves. Her face seemed to be subtly flushed by the reflection of the pink dress, and the pink butterflies resting on her sleeve made her look like a sprite emerging from a flower bush.

Seeing Song Xi’s nervous expression, Jiang Yixue knew the child was a little self-conscious, so she quickly praised her: “Xi Xi looks very beautiful. This dress suits you very well.”

The proprietress quickly chimed in: “Of course. The little sister’s complexion is naturally fair, and she’s beautiful, so she looks good in any clothes.”

Song Xi pinched the corner of her sleeve, still feeling a little uncomfortable. The $\text{Youming}$ $\text{King}$ preferred purple and black and had never worn pink, but she did glance in the bronze mirror just now. It wasn’t that ugly…

With the pink precedent, Song Xi no longer felt so resistant to the colorful clothes in the proprietress’s hands; instead, she felt a small sense of anticipation.

She tried them on for a long time—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet. All the clothes looked beautiful on Song Xi.

After watching for a while, Jiang Yixue didn’t feel bored at all; her face was full of excitement.

Finally, she pondered for a moment, pointed to a few clothes, and said, “This one, this one, and this one… I’ll take all the rest. And the matching hair accessories. Please tally up the bill for me.”

The clothes Jiang Yixue discarded were all in the blue color range. Song Xi’s skin was fair and well-suited to this light blue, which suppressed the alluring charm she possessed, making her look more like the youthful and lovely girl next door.

The proprietress was highly professional, didn’t ask why, maintained a cheerful smile, and nodded: “Alright, Miss Jiang, please wait a moment.”

Jiang Yixue also liked those blue clothes. Song Xi looked like a little sprite in them.

However, Jiang Yixue instantly recalled that in the original novel, Lin Chen was attracted to Song Xi precisely because of the light blue dress she was wearing.

The game described it like this: A gentle breeze passed by, and the light blue skirt fluttered in the wind. The eyes that timidly looked at Lin Chen were clean and clear, just like a blue lily-of-the-valley blooming on a cliff. Lin Chen remembered this unique Junior Sister at first sight.

Any plot element that might bring Song Xi and the male lead closer must be avoided. Blue attracts Lin Chen, so Song Xi absolutely must not wear blue.

“Senior $\text{Sister}$, shouldn’t we go back?” Song Xi now strongly suspected that buying clothes was just another part of Jiang Yixue’s scheme to mess with her.

Although she had the memories of the former $\text{Youming}$ $\text{King}$, Song Xi’s current body was still that of a ten-year-old child. She was exhausted after a day of being dragged around.

At first, she was mindful that the person beside her was Jiang Yixue and tried to maintain a high level of vigilance, but later, she couldn’t resist the overwhelming sleepiness. Although she followed behind Jiang Yixue, she felt as if she was sleepwalking on cotton wool, her eyelids constantly fighting to stay open.

Her small hand held onto Jiang Yixue’s lapel. Her snow-white skin showed the faint pink unique to children, looking soft and delicate, easily broken.

Song Xi’s eyelashes were very long and slightly curled, casting a small shadow on her cheek. Because she was drowsy, her eyes looked hazy and unfocused. The dark pupils occupied most of the area, making her look lucid and adorable.

Looking at such an adorable little sister, Jiang Yixue couldn’t help but feel a burst of pink bubbles in her heart. Especially since this little sister was not a troublesome child; she didn’t cry or fuss, and she was trying hard to stay awake even when sleepy. She was criminally cute.

Jiang Yixue leaned down and picked Song Xi up, saying softly, “If you’re tired, just sleep. Senior $\text{Sister}$ will carry you back.”

The moment she was picked up, the very sleepy Song Xi instantly woke up, all her muscles tensed.

She looked up at Jiang Yixue’s jawline, which was beautiful and clean. Her features were cold and clear like snow, yet her arms held a gentle warmth that felt cool and comfortable.

Song Xi frowned and struggled slightly: “Senior $\text{Sister}$…”

Jiang Yixue freed one hand and gently pinched Song Xi’s little cheek: “If you’re sleepy, don’t force yourself. Children should be obedient. Listen to me.”

Song Xi felt the gentle pressure of the pinch on her face. She leaned back slightly, turning her head to rest on Jiang Yixue’s shoulder, looking a little sulky.

“I’m not a child…”

She was the dignified $\text{Youming}$ $\text{King}$. Back then, those people didn’t even dare to look directly into her eyes. How could anyone casually pinch her face? And being pinched while wearing a pink dress was just too weird…

She was clearly drowsy, but she immediately got a little cross after being touched.

Jiang Yixue pouted. It was truly difficult to appease a child. However, the soft, slightly chubby little cheek felt really good to the touch. Raising a cute little sister was much more fun than playing with a Barbie doll.

“Alright, alright. Xi Xi is not a child. You are the most beautiful little fairy today, the most, most lovable little fairy.”

Those words were suitable for coaxing a three-year-old, but Song Xi instantly froze.

Some people praised her for her intelligence in cultivation, and others praised her for her formidable strength, but no one had ever called her “lovable.”

This word seemed to have nothing to do with her. Recalling her experiences in the previous life, Song Xi slightly clenched her fingers. No one had ever loved her.

Song Xi never expected the first person to call her that would be Jiang Yixue.

Beautiful? A mere pretty face? Although Song Xi was in a good mood, she still sneered internally. The $\text{Youming}$ $\text{King}$ would never be a pretty face. If she was to be anything, she would be the strongest ruler.

However, Song Xi no longer struggled to get down. She was genuinely sleepy and tired, and this body couldn’t endure it much longer. Moreover, Jiang Yixue hadn’t done anything… Song Xi lightly pursed her lips. Could it be that Jiang Yixue had changed her nature?

The $\text{Azure}$ $\text{Lotus}$ $\text{Residence}$ was located on the mountainside of $\text{Wansnow}$ $\text{Peak}$. According to the $\text{Yuqing}$ $\text{Sect}$‘s rules, only Elders and those of a higher position could have a separate mountain peak residence, and only direct disciples could live with their $\text{Masters}$.

Xue Qiancheng was usually busy managing sect affairs and only had Jiang Yixue as her direct disciple, so $\text{Wansnow}$ $\text{Peak}$ seemed a bit quiet.

All the way back to the $\text{Azure}$ $\text{Lotus}$ $\text{Residence}$, Jiang Yixue could feel the weight of Song Xi’s head on her shoulder.

For the first half of the journey, Song Xi managed to stay awake, but eventually, she couldn’t hold on any longer and started to yawn like a pecking chicken, before finally resting her head on Jiang Yixue’s shoulder and drifting into a deep sleep.

After placing Song Xi on the bed, Jiang Yixue breathed a slight sigh of relief, seeing that Song Xi hadn’t been startled awake.

Jiang Yixue leaned down to pull the brocade quilt over Song Xi’s body. Her lowered hair grazed the side of Song Xi’s face. Unexpectedly, Song Xi suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze full of severity and coldness, and at the same time, she struck a palm towards Jiang Yixue.

In a flash, Jiang Yixue had no time to dodge. However, Song Xi only had so much spiritual energy in her body. The power of this palm strike was not strong. The palm wind cut a strand of dark hair before slowly dissipating.

As a few strands of hair fell onto her cheek, the haze in Song Xi’s eyes slowly cleared. She awkwardly withdrew her hand, avoiding eye contact with Jiang Yixue. She clenched her fists, tightening her fingers against her palm, and her lips pressed into a tight line.

It seemed she was about to be exposed… Song Xi did not take the initiative to explain.

She had indeed been asleep. Long periods of living in danger in her previous life had led to a highly sensitive habit. The moment she was startled awake, she struck out almost subconsciously.

Despite all her precautions, a handle had still fallen into Jiang Yixue’s hand. The $\text{Yuqing}$ $\text{Sect}$ severely forbade disciples from harming each other. Although Song Xi’s action was a subconscious reaction, she had genuinely struck Jiang Yixue. If Jiang Yixue reported this to Xue Qiancheng, even if she wasn’t expelled from the sect, she would suffer months in the Ice Prison.

Song Xi didn’t know if Jiang Yixue’s disguise was too good today, but she hadn’t felt any threat from Jiang Yixue, which led her to fall asleep without any vigilance in Jiang Yixue’s arms, committing such a low-level error.

Given Jiang Yixue’s character, she wouldn’t miss such a golden opportunity. Song Xi struck first, so no matter how Jiang Yixue retaliated, she wouldn’t be punished. It seemed she would have to endure some physical suffering today.

Song Xi turned her head, slowly closing her eyes. Since she couldn’t defeat Jiang Yixue now, resisting would only make things worse. Jiang Yixue wouldn’t dare to kill anyone on $\text{Wansnow}$ $\text{Peak}$. As long as she could save her life, nothing else mattered.

Jiang Yixue frowned slightly, reached out to pick up the strand of hair that had fallen onto the pillow, and remained silent for a long time.

Just as Song Xi was waiting for Jiang Yixue to erupt in anger, she suddenly felt a gentle, soft touch on her face.

Jiang Yixue lightly brushed the stray hair from Song Xi’s face, her heart aching relentlessly: “Xi Xi, it’s alright. Senior $\text{Sister}$ doesn’t blame you. You didn’t hurt $\text{Senior}$ $\text{Sister}$, right? Don’t think you made a mistake.”

Seeing Song Xi’s evasiveness, Jiang Yixue felt a little helpless. She hadn’t even gotten angry, yet this child was already getting angry at herself.

Jiang Yixue knew that Song Xi had lived an unfortunate life since childhood. When she lived with her father in the village, she was mocked by children her age as the child of a slut. When she came to the $\text{Yuqing}$ $\text{Sect}$, she was bullied for her humble background, and after becoming Han Yansu’s disciple, she attracted countless covetous gazes…

But Jiang Yixue hadn’t expected such a small child to live so cautiously. She saw the confused look in Song Xi’s eyes when she was startled awake, and she knew that Song Xi had definitely acted subconsciously before fully waking up.

What kind of environment did she live in that would make such a naive child live so cautiously? Jiang Yixue dared not imagine. The more she thought about it, the more a surge of bitterness welled up in her heart.

“You… don’t blame me?” Perhaps because she had slept for a while, Song Xi’s voice was a little hoarse, and she felt a mix of emotions.

Fearing she would frighten the child, Jiang Yixue’s smile became even gentler: “Of course. Senior $\text{Sister}$ knows Xi Xi was only trying to protect herself. Did someone secretly hurt Xi Xi while she was asleep?”

The color of Jiang Yixue’s eyes was a pale brown, a rather cool color, yet it also appeared exceptionally clean. Song Xi slightly lowered her eyelashes, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded slightly: “Mm…”

When she first started cultivating the Demonic Path, the righteous path wouldn’t tolerate her, nor would the demon race. Everyone wanted to kill her as quickly as possible.

Later, when Jiang Yixue accidentally learned the news that Song Xi possessed the divine bloodline, she instantly spread the news throughout the world. Song Xi had even fewer days of peace.

Song Xi hid her identity and did not approach anyone. But one time, as she passed through a village, she saved a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl who was almost killed by a monster.

Song Xi hadn’t originally wanted to meddle, but when the young girl turned around, Song Xi saw a pair of innocent eyes, filled with tears but still stubborn.

Song Xi felt as if she was looking at her former self. She couldn’t help it and intervened to save her.

But she never expected it to be a trap.

During a rest, the young girl said she was scared and insisted on leaning close to Song Xi.

At first, Song Xi didn’t trust her, but after a few days, the girl didn’t show any malicious intent. She always smiled sweetly at Song Xi, first with “Sister is so great,” and then “Sister, can you teach me how to cultivate?”

Later, Song Xi lowered her guard.

And it was then that the young girl struck fiercely, the knife plunging directly into Song Xi’s abdomen. If Song Xi hadn’t hastily dodged a few inches, she might have truly died at the hands of a young girl with little cultivation.

Since then, Song Xi never trusted anyone again, nor did she ever have a peaceful night’s sleep.

Hearing Song Xi give a muffled “Mm” and then fall silent, Jiang Yixue sighed softly. This child truly lacked a sense of security.

“It’s alright. From now on, in the $\text{Yuqing}$ $\text{Sect}$, no one will dare to bully Xi Xi. It wasn’t Xi Xi’s fault just now. It was my carelessness that startled Xi Xi…”

After comforting the child and watching Song Xi fall back asleep, Jiang Yixue finally remembered that Song Xi had not yet achieved bigu and would surely be hungry when she woke up. She pulled the bed curtain closed to block the light and walked out of the inner room.

Song Xi opened her eyes. The candle outside had not been extinguished, casting a faint, hazy light through the thin bed curtains. The pink dress was folded by the bedside, carrying the faint, cool scent of Jiang Yixue. Her eyes held a complex expression.

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Author’s Note:

$\text{Author}$: Don’t struggle, woman, you’re starting to fall for it.

$\text{Xi}$ $\text{Xi}$: Would the $\text{Youming}$ $\text{King}$ be someone who would fall for a pink dress? (Flashes a knife)