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Wang Heng did not disappoint and quickly brought Ying Pen back. However, when Wang Heng pulled Ying Pen out, the chattering little grass instantly wilted. This was because Ying Pen was actually pink!
"Uh, should I dig you out?"
The little grass stubbornly turned away, clearly showing its resistance in every leaf. Wang Heng felt troubled and looked at Yu Suihuan for help.
Yu Suihuan smiled and gave Wang Heng a knowing glance, signaling him to just go ahead and dig.
"Hey? You better stop right there! How can a dignified seven-foot man like me use such a pink Ying Pen? I want a blue one!"
"Uh, I'm sorry, Godfather, but this is all that's left! But... but it's pink!"
The little grass's voice rose an octave, clearly unable to accept this fact.
"Pink is pretty too!" Wang Heng tried to soothe the little grass's emotions.
"I don't want pink! I want blue! It's too girly; I can't accept it!"
"Godfather, how about we take you first and get you a blue Ying Pen another day? What do you think?"
"No! I want a blue Ying Pen right now!" The little grass was relentless.
"Wang Zhao Ran, didn't you say you're a thorn and not grass?"
"Yeah!" The little grass was confused.
"Since you're a thorn, you'll eventually bloom, right? Isn't blooming as a thorn still girly?"
Wang Zhao Ran was left speechless by Yu Suihuan's retort and immediately became much more compliant.
"Heng Er, dig it out!"
"Hey! Quick, the little grass has been moved into the Ying Pen along with the soil."
Along the way, it had grown much quieter. The little grass seemed to be sulking, deliberately twisting its leaves to one side. No matter how stubborn the little grass acted, Yu Suihuan was delighted. Her friend had returned, and this time she would definitely protect him.
At that moment, Yu Suihuan wished she could sprout wings; she wanted to share this news with everyone. "Yang Qinghe, Yang Qinghe, look!"
Excitedly, Yu Suihuan cradled the Ying Pen in her hands and presented it to Yang Qinghe.
"Grass?"
Yang Qinghe initially thought Yu Suihuan had discovered some treasure, but upon closer inspection, he realized it was just an ordinary little grass plant.
"Yang Qinghe! You old man! I risked my life to carry you back from the battlefield! And you come back cursing at me right away? Huh? Huh?! How many times do I have to tell you blind fools? I am Zeng! Zeng!"
Listening to the little grass roar, Yang Qinghe's eyes widened in disbelief. "Xiao Huan, is this... is this Wang Zhao Ran?"
"Yes! A pot of feisty Wang Zhao Ran!"
Yang Qinghe was shocked; he never expected this seemingly ordinary little grass would turn out to be Wang Zhao Ran. He couldn't help but burst into laughter, then forced himself to suppress a smile.
"It's amazing; Wang Zhao Ran is back!"
"Yes! We need to take care of him!"
Yu Suihuan and Wang Heng joined in the laughter. It felt truly wonderful to have him back, even if it seemed a bit ridiculous.
"Wang Zhao Ran, it's so great that you can return! Do you know? I feel so uneasy because you saved me. Heaven has been kind to me and given me a chance to make it up to you; it's truly wonderful! Don’t worry; as long as I'm here, I'll buy you the best fertilizer and water you every day!"
Yang Qinghe was so excited that he shook the Ying Pen back and forth.
"You’re going to shake me to death!"
"Oh, right, right! I’m so sorry! I’m just too excited!"
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