In the outer city of the Tian Dou Empire, a pretty girl with fiery red hair hurried down the street. Suddenly, a figure stepped out from around the corner, and before she could react, she collided with him.
"Ouch!"
The impact barely fazed the person she bumped into, but the red-haired girl stumbled and fell to the ground.
"Little girl, slow down."
The figure turned and extended a warm, pale hand toward her.
This person was none other than Fu Ye. He hadn't expected Liu Erlong to be just a fifteen-year-old girl at this time.
'Hmm… This just proves that Yu Xiaogang from the original story really knew how to have fun.'
As someone who had studied martial souls for years and called himself a grandmaster, he couldn't even recognize his own cousin.
Later in the story, he even starred in a love ethics drama and ended up with her.
Fu Ye could only shake his head at the absurdity.
'Now that's a bold move—definitely worth taking notes on.'
Of course, this wasn't something just anyone could imitate. After all, Fu Ye was an orphan with no living relatives.
"Oww, my head…"
The girl rubbed her forehead and looked up, her eyes meeting Fu Ye's strikingly handsome face.
"Wow… you're really good-looking." The words slipped out almost unconsciously.
Even the most hot-tempered girls had their moments of admiration, and Liu Erlong was no exception.
Dazed, she reached out and took his offered hand.
"Whoosh—"
With effortless strength, Fu Ye pulled her up from the ground.
"Be careful next time, little girl. What if a carriage had come rushing by?"
At fifteen, Liu Erlong stood only 1.6 meters tall, forcing Fu Ye—who towered at 1.85 meters—to look down at her.
He patted her head lightly before turning to leave. After all, this was just a chance encounter. Asking for her name outright would seem too deliberate.
"I'm not a little girl! My name is Liu Erlong, and I'm already fifteen—an adult!"
Hearing her indignant shout, Fu Ye didn't look back but called over his shoulder:
"Alright then, hello, little adult."
With a backward wave, he swiftly disappeared from her sight.
"Ugh! That guy!" Liu Erlong fumed, fists clenched.
But she had more pressing matters. The Juxiang Pavilion near the Imperial City was hiring, and rumors said the pay was excellent. If she got the job, she'd be set!
With that thought, she quickly forgot about the man who'd called her a child and marched onward.
Meanwhile, Fu Ye observed Liu Erlong's destination with mild surprise.
From what he knew, she lived in a border town outside the imperial city. Why was she heading toward the inner city?
Well, he had time to spare. With Ah Yin in the Star Dou Forest and Yuehua busy teaching at Moon Pavilion, he was effectively a free man.
Changing direction, he leisurely followed the fiery-haired girl.
As he walked, his mind wandered to future plans—specifically, the time jump he'd make using the Time Teleportation Card.
In nine years, Tang Hao and Qian Xunji would face a calamity, and he needed to intervene.
The birth of the Son of Destiny was crucial—it'd be a disaster if Tang Hao decided he didn't want the kid and… disposed of it prematurely.
After that, he'd need to weave himself into the timeline seamlessly—finding the perfect moment and place to make his entrance.
Lost in thought, Fu Ye trailed Liu Erlong all the way to… his own establishment?
…
The moment Liu Erlong stepped inside, a waiter greeted her with a respectful bow.
"Welcome, miss. Will you be dining alone today?"
She shook her head. "No, sister. I heard you're hiring? I'd like to apply!"
Her big, hopeful eyes twinkled as she stared at the receptionist.
The woman hesitated—until she caught Fu Ye's silent signal.
"Of course, miss. Right this way."
Normally, Juxiang Pavilion had strict hiring standards, but Fu Ye's word was law.
This place was a hotspot—luxurious enough for nobles yet affordable for commoners seeking a taste of refinement. The ingredients were premium, the ambiance elegant, and the flavors unmatched.
For ordinary folk, dining here was a rare indulgence, but worth every coin.
"Boss!"
Another attendant bowed deeply as Fu Ye entered.
"At ease. Carry on."
Fu Ye waved him off and strode inside—only to spot a familiar face he hadn't seen in months.
"Half a year since you last dined here. How have you been?"
The man immediately halted his conversation with the young man beside him and stood to bow.
"Your Majesty, Fu Ye."
Fu Ye blinked. 'Your Majesty?'
"Brother Chen Xin, what's with the title? Since when am I 'Your Majesty'?"
He took a seat across from them, eyeing the plump but handsome youth next to Chen Xin.
"Thanks to you, my stagnant cultivation finally advanced after decades. Today, I broke through to Titled Douluo. I came to express my gratitude."
'Huh?'
Chen Xin had reached Titled Douluo already? That was five to six years ahead of the original timeline!
"Sit, sit. This is my restaurant—no formalities. I'm only eighteen; calling me 'Your Majesty' makes me feel old."
With a chuckle, Fu Ye signaled to Xiao Li.
"Boss! What'll it be today? I'll have the kitchen prepare it right away!"
Xiao Li's reverence for Fu Ye bordered on filial piety. Working here had earned him enough to buy a house and even marry a beautiful wife.
"Use these ingredients—cook them however the chef prefers. Just make it quick."
Fu Ye casually handed over rare delicacies: thousand-year dragon tendons and earth bear paws.
"Right away, Boss!"
As Xiao Li rushed off, Fu Ye turned his attention to the refined young man beside Chen Xin.
"And who might you be?"
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