Xu Ziling and Ji Qian went down the steps outside the restaurant’s main gate and into the street.

It was just past noon; this most flourishing avenue of Bei Li was crowded with endless stream of horse and carriages, and with bustling pedestrians coming and going; it was extremely lively.

Xu Ziling walked in large strides along the street with his hands behind his back, while Ji Qian was half-walking, half-running, trying to keep up with him. Taking the credit for their success, she said, “You see? Were it not for this Guniang by your side, I am afraid you would never be able to get out of that door.”

Xu Ziling blurted out laughing, but he did not say anything.

Ji Qian suddenly stopped and put her hands on her hips, while shouting tenderly, “You don’t believe me? Stop!”

Xu Ziling finally came to a stand, but he was already about a zhang away from her.

The people on the street, both men and women, all stole glances toward Ji Qian, whose beauty radiated all around, while the Dengtu Zi-type men even unable to take their eyes off her, feasting on her beauty.

Ignoring the bystanders’ eyes, Xu Ziling turned around slowly and said, “So what if I don’t believe?”

Ji Qian crossly said, “If you don’t believe me then I’ll let you emerge and perish on your own; if you want to play ghost then I’ll let you be a regretting ghost.”

Xu Ziling walked back to her; laughing indifferently, he said, “Whether you are by my side or not, they are not going to let me off. If you believe me then give it a try.”

Ji Qian acted as if she had just known him for the first time; she looked at him from top to bottom and back, pouted her mouth, and said, “What do you mean ‘try’?”

Xu Ziling threw his head back and laughed a loud, saying, “Guniang, please come with me.”

He then led the way moving forward, and specifically picked a narrow alley. When they were on the alley where there were not many pedestrians