Luo Bingque was still admiring her figure in the mirror, turning left and right, and then said again: "Do you want me to drag you out?"
As soon as her voice fell, there was a sound of rustling from the wardrobe opposite the mirror, and then, the densely packed clothes were pushed aside, and an extremely embarrassed figure walked out.
This person could be none other than Ye Fengwu. In fact, he had sneaked into the office before Luo Bingque.
As the best warrior in China, it was easy for Ye Fengwu to sneak past layers of surveillance cameras and enter the CEO's office on the 75th floor.
But he never expected that Luo Bingque would come in to change clothes. If the first person to enter was not Luo Bingque, then...
The moment this thought appeared, Ye Fengwu's old face became embarrassed again. This was definitely an accident, he did not have any disgusting peeping thoughts.
Luo Bingque seemed to know Ye Fengwu was hiding inside all along. She looked at herself in the mirror and found no flaws before slowly turning around and walking towards Ye Fengwu.
She asked in a gentle voice, "You haven't answered my question yet."
While speaking, Luo Bingque had already pressed her devilish figure that could overturn the world against Ye Fengwu.
Ye Fengwu knew he was in the wrong, so he could only honestly say, "You have a better figure."
"Hehehe..." Luo Bingque let out a charming laugh, then brought her red lips to Ye Fengwu's mouth. With one hand pulling his collar, she slowly backed away.
Feeling the sweetness of her red lips, Ye Fengwu felt like a man having an affair, but this was not something that could be easily explained clearly.
From a certain point of view, he and Luo Bingque had confirmed their relationship earlier, but from another perspective, his encounter with Qin Qinghan was earlier than with Luo Bingque.
So Ye Fengwu was really torn between the two, and he couldn't help but sigh, excellent men really had troubles.
As Luo Bingque's charming body pressed tighter and tighter against Ye Fengwu, he could only keep retreating until he was close to the door of the dressing room.
At this moment, Ye Fengwu felt a sense of foreboding and thought it was bad.
But Ye Fengwu's sensing was obviously too late. He saw a flash of slyness in Luo Bingque's eyes, and then she opened the door of the dressing room and pushed hard against Ye Fengwu's chest.
"I caught a peeping tom, do whatever you want with him."
Luo Bingque slowly walked out of the dressing room, smiling slyly at Luo Yihuaung and Qin Qinghan.
At this time, Ye Fengwu was like a husband caught cheating in bed. He stood naked in the middle of the office, embarrassed and wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. He didn't even dare to look back at Qin Qinghan.
Qin Qinghan and Luo Yihuaung were talking, when they suddenly saw a man retreating from the dressing room in embarrassment. In an instant, both of them stared with shock.
Immediately after, Luo Yihuaung's face turned icy cold. She walked around to the front of the man and saw that it was Ye Fengwu. Fury rose in her heart.
If she had gone in to change clothes, this bastard... would have seen everything.
Thinking of this, Luo Yihuaung became even more angry. She went to the desk, took out a gun from the drawer, and aimed it directly at Ye Fengwu.
Qin Qinghan could tell from the back that this person was Ye Fengwu. At first, she was also very angry that he actually hid in the dressing room to peep at people changing clothes.
But the moment Luo Yihuaung took out the gun, the anger in Qin Qinghan's heart was completely forgotten. She now only had one thought, which was that she could not let anything happen to him. This was her instinct.
So Qin Qinghan unhesitatingly stood in front of Ye Fengwu to shield him.
Seeing this, not only the onlooking Luo Bingque was a little surprised, but Luo Yihuaung also frowned.
"Qinghan, get out of the way. I want to kill this bastard." Luo Yihuaung said angrily.
Qin Qinghan looked at the muzzle in front of her without a trace of fear in her eyes, just pleading with her red lips, "Don't... Yihuaung, please."
Ye Fengwu was really embarrassed originally. He hadn't thought about how to explain yet, and hated that he couldn't teach that vixen Luo Bingque a lesson right there.
But when he saw that Qin Qinghan actually recklessly stood in front of him to shield him, he was shocked and moved.
But immediately after, a chill surged into his heart. His figure flashed like a ghost to stand in front of Qin Qinghan, with his body facing Luo Yihuaung's muzzle again.
"Do you really dare to shoot?" Ye Fengwu asked Luo Yihuaung coldly.
Luo Yihuaung held the gun in both hands, her eyes full of struggle and anger. She said coldly, "I will."
Ye Fengwu sneered. "Is that so? If you really intend to shoot and kill someone, you'd better take the safety off first."
Hearing this, Luo Yihuaung was startled, and her cold beautiful face struggled as she tried to disengage the gun's safety.
"Yihuaung,"
At this time, Luo Bingque said rather seriously, "Put the gun down. The moment you disengage the safety, he will really have the intent to kill you."
This was Luo Bingque's understanding of Ye Fengwu's personality. She could see that he cared about Qin Qinghan. The gun could not hurt him, but he was probably afraid of Qin Qinghan behind him getting hurt.
Seeing that Luo Yihuaung's eyes were still struggling, Luo Bingque's tone became even more serious. "Yihuaung, trust me, before you disengage the safety, he can wrest the gun from your hands."
Although Luo Yihuaung was unwilling, she still hesitated. With her own eyes, she had witnessed Ye Fengwu's horror.
Two days ago, in that small county town, a policeman had fired six shots and none of them hit the two killers, but Ye Fengwu alone had killed them. So she knew that the gun in her hand posed no threat at all to Ye Fengwu.
Snap!
Finally, Luo Yihuaung slammed the gun down hard on the desk.
Luo Bingque sighed regretfully, "It seems I went too far."
Although Luo Bingque was blaming herself, her expression and eyes did not show a hint of remorse at all. She was clearly gloating a little.
Only then did Ye Fengwu turn around to look at Qin Qinghan behind him. He saw that Qin Qinghan's face was already covered with tears.
After a long time, Qin Qinghan looked up bitterly at Ye Fengwu and said, "You... you are so shameless."
Hearing this, Ye Fengwu's old face turned red. He wanted to explain, but the more this kind of thing was explained, the less clear it became. He could only glare fiercely at Luo Bingque.
Only then did Luo Bingque realize that she had really gone too far.
So she walked to the coffee table, picked up the Bihai Zhi Xin ring, and came to Qin Qinghan. Looking up and down at Qin Qinghan's country-toppling beauty, she put on an envious smile, "You're so beautiful, do you know? When I learned that your mother sold this ring for 20,000 yuan, I was really angry."
As soon as she finished speaking, the expression on Qin Qinghan's face instantly changed, because she had always let Ye Fengwu think that she was the one who sold the ring, afraid that Ye Fengwu would blame her mother.
Unconsciously, Qin Qinghan's eyes dodged and sneaked a glance at Ye Fengwu.
Sure enough, there was surprise in Ye Fengwu's eyes, but what Qin Qinghan did not expect was that Ye Fengwu was not angry at all, but felt a sense of relief instead.
Of course Ye Fengwu would not be angry. At first, he always thought Qin Qinghan had sold the ring for money, which was undoubtedly not in line with her kindness and innocence that attracted Ye Fengwu. So for a time he could not accept that such a perfect person would actually have a flaw.
He had even doubted Qin Qinghan's moral character, but now that the truth had come to light, the perfect person was still perfect.
Ye Fengwu even felt somewhat ashamed for having misunderstood Qin Qinghan.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
