Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts-Chapter 370 - Why Does She Seem Somewhat Familiar?

The private room’s door was knocked on.

The three of them set down their wine cups, knowing that the awaited person had arrived.

Xu Ming, however, felt no particular waves of emotion.

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His impression of the scholars from White Deer Academy was actually quite favorable.

But Yu Wenxi and Miao Feng, on the other hand, grew nervous.

After all, this gathering was specifically arranged for Xu Ming and Zhu Cici to meet—so they could reunite and rekindle their past connection.

Otherwise, given Xu Ming’s slow-witted nature and Cici’s complicated mindset, the two of them might find it nearly impossible to even see each other.

Even if they did meet, they probably wouldn’t recognize each other, and even if they did recognize each other, they likely wouldn’t dare to strike up a conversation.

That said, even though they were finally about to meet, Yu Wenxi and Miao Feng couldn’t help but feel a little worried.

Cici did seem devoted to Xu Ming—at least on the surface.

After all, so many people had proposed to her over the years, yet she had never accepted any of them. If that wasn’t devotion, then what was?

Of course, there was also the possibility that Cici was just using Xu Ming as a shield.

Maybe she didn’t actually like Xu Ming, but she also didn’t want to get married, so she deliberately kept using his name as an excuse.

But no matter what, at the very least, there was a chance that she did have feelings for Xu Ming.

And since that possibility existed, as Xu Ming’s brothers, they had to lend a hand!

However, things were a lot more complicated on Xu Ming’s side.

His heart was already occupied by that Miss Qin from Tianxuan Sect—and by the princess of the Wu Kingdom as well.

Both of these women undoubtedly held a significant place in his heart.

Sure, a man could marry multiple wives—every royal harem had thousands of beauties, after all.

But the problem was, whether it was Miss Qin, the Wu Kingdom’s princess, or even White Deer Academy’s Zhu Cici, they were all exceptional women, true daughters of heaven, with powerful backgrounds and prestigious identities.

If he were to marry all three, he would have to decide on a principal wife—but who would that be?

No matter who he chose, it wouldn’t sit well with the others.

At worst, the three of them might even end up fighting.

And even if, by some miracle, they were willing to compromise, what about the forces backing them?

There was no way those powerful families and sects would ever agree to let their daughter be someone else’s concubine.

Even so, Yu Wenxi and Miao Feng still felt that they should push for Cici and Xu Ming to be together.

Exchanging poetry as children and then growing up to marry—that was such a romantic tale.

If they could make it happen, wouldn’t that be a beautiful thing?

At the very least, they would have done a good deed.

All they could do now was hope that Cici would put in enough effort to secure the position of Xu Ming’s principal wife.

She was already entering the game late, so she had to work even harder.

This time, all they could do was help her get the chance to meet him—what happened next would be up to them.

“Brother Xu, just stay here and sit tight. We’ll go open the door.” Yu Wenxi stood up and walked toward the door of the private room.

He couldn’t help but feel his heart beating faster, almost as if he were about to see Miss He himself.

When Yu Wenxi opened the door, the first thing he saw was Zhu Cici standing outside with her companions.

“You two have already ordered the dishes, right? Since it’s so rare for the both of you to be treating us today, I won’t let you off easily. When it’s time to pay, don’t go feeling heartbroken over the bill!” Fang Yu said with a grin at Yu Wenxi.

“But I really didn’t expect you two to be able to book a table at this restaurant. Impressive, truly impressive,” Ling Bisheng praised from the side.

His compliment was genuinely heartfelt.

Although everyone here had distinguished backgrounds—mostly the sons and daughters of noble families from various dynasties—their status was only prestigious within their own respective realms.

But here, in Beihai (North Sea), a place unfamiliar to them all, being able to secure a reservation at such a renowned restaurant on just their second day was indeed quite remarkable.

Ling Bisheng knew for sure that he wouldn’t have been able to pull it off himself.

“Hearing that you two were treating, these three were absolutely thrilled. They were walking so fast that I could barely keep up,” Zhu Cici chuckled softly, covering her mouth.

“Of course we had to pick up the pace! I’ve heard about this restaurant for a long time—I wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip by,” Chen Kun said, swallowing his saliva. He was truly here for the food.

Inside the private room, Xu Ming listened to the conversation outside but didn’t pay much attention to it. He simply thought that the scholars of White Deer Academy seemed to have a close bond, without any of the usual arrogance or rivalry often found among literati.

Aside from that, he also noticed that the voice of the woman standing at the door was quite pleasant—clear, crisp, and very soothing to the ear.

“Haha, listen to you all. Since I’m the one treating today, of course, I’ll treat you all properly. Eat whatever you like—it’s all on me, Young Master Yu!” Yu Wenxi said with a smile.

“Hurry inside. We’ve been waiting for you. Oh, by the way, we’ve also invited another friend. I’ll introduce you all—just don’t feel awkward. And please, don’t roast me too much in front of my friend,” he added jokingly.

“Hahaha,” Chen Kun laughed. “Don’t worry, don’t worry. We’ll make sure to give our dear Brother Yu plenty of face—otherwise, what if he decides not to pay the bill?”

“Exactly. And besides, more friends mean more connections,” Fang Yu nodded in agreement.

“Hurry, hurry, hurry! Stop blocking the door—we’re starving. Let us in so we can finally eat,” Chen Kun said, rubbing his stomach.

“Well then, come in,” Yu Wenxi said with a smile, sneaking a glance at Zhu Cici.

Zhu Cici remained composed, completely unaware of what was about to unfold.

As the group entered the private room, Xu Ming also stood up.

The moment his gaze swept over the newcomers, his eyes instantly locked onto the only woman among them.

Not for any particular reason—except that she was simply too beautiful.

So beautiful that it almost felt excessive.

Even the faint scent of ink and literature surrounding her was noticeable from a distance.

And for some reason...

Why did she seem so familiar?