Proposing to Sister Yanran

After dinner, Wang Yanran lay sprawled on the couch, her long, flawless legs draped over the coffee table.

She wore only a pair of shorts and a white cropped shirt that revealed her slender waist—enough to steal any man’s soul. Her well-defined abs peeked through faintly, even showing the hint of a four-pack, while her skin glowed like freshly fallen snow.

The sheer size of her assets had popped open the top button of her shirt—just as Jiang Che had guessed.

"Eating your cooking is gonna make me gain two pounds," Wang Yanran grumbled under her breath.

Jiang Che sidled up to her, wrapping his fingers around one of her delicate feet and idly playing with it.

He wasn’t a foot fetishist, really—it’s just that every girl he met happened to have perfect, jade-like feet. Could he really be blamed for that?

"Two pounds? That’s easy to fix!"

"Burning 8,000 calories roughly equals two pounds. That’s about 15 hours of jogging. But since slow jogging takes too long, I’ll take you for a fast run later... four or five hours should do it."

Wang Yanran rolled her eyes. The way he said it with such a straight face almost made her believe him.

...

The next morning.

Jiang Che woke up feeling refreshed.

Glancing at Wang Yanran, who was still clinging to his arm, a flicker of tenderness passed through his eyes.

He pinched her cheek lightly. "Mmm... you little jerk," she mumbled in her sleep.

Even the fiery policewoman had her moments of adorable vulnerability.

Jiang Che had originally planned to get up early and discuss matters with the Jiang Family—after all, selling out the entire ancient martial arts world without a word was a big deal, and he needed to inform them first.

Though these weapons wouldn’t affect his own people, only outsiders.

But with Yanran-jie holding him so... tightly, how could he possibly focus on anything else?

Sometimes, he could almost understand why ancient emperors lost themselves in their concubines—setting off beacon fires to amuse a queen, racing horses to make a consort smile...

First, you question the foolish rulers. Then, you become one. Then, you surpass them.

"Ah, right—almost forgot the important thing."

Jiang Che retrieved a bottle of "Eternal Youth Elixir" from his system space, drank some himself, then pressed his lips to Wang Yanran’s to pass the rest to her.

Only after confirming she’d swallowed every drop did he pull the covers back up and settle in to sleep again.

By the time Wang Yanran finally stirred, the sun was already high in the sky.

"Oh no!!! I forgot to call in sick!" she shrieked, scrambling to get dressed—only for Jiang Che to grab her wrist.

"I already checked for you this morning. Today’s your day off."

Wang Yanran blinked dumbly for a second before remembering. The precinct had been swamped with cases lately, leaving her so frazzled she’d completely forgotten about rest days.

Watching her dazed expression, Jiang Che sighed softly.

He browsed through his system shop, his gaze eventually settling on a few items:

[Flawless Defense: Blocks 10 fatal attacks. Price: 10,000 points.]

[Flawless Defense + Teleport: Blocks 10 fatal attacks and instantly teleports the target to the host upon activation. Price: 30,000 points.]

Sold!

Given Wang Yanran’s line of work, danger was inevitable.

And now that the "Chosen Ones’ Association" had him in their sights—even with Chen Hao as their mole—there was no guarantee they wouldn’t target his women.

The Flawless Defense morphed into a ring.

"Yanran-jie, now that you’re my woman, I have a gift for you... Care to guess what it is?"

Jiang Che flashed a mysterious smile.

"A gift?"

Seeing her bewildered look, Jiang Che pulled a bold move—dropping to one knee with the ring in hand.

"Yanran-jie, marry me!"

It wasn’t like there were any other girls around to witness this romantic moment with her.

Besides, this was his first proposal. If Yu Wan'er or Ye Mengyao found out... well, that would be a disaster.

Wang Yanran froze for a second—then took two steps back, covering her mouth with one hand, her eyes wide with shock.

Jiang Che tilted his head. "Yanran-jie, is this how all girls react to proposals? Two steps back and a hand over the mouth?"

Wang Yanran: "..."

All the warmth she’d felt evaporated instantly.

"You’ve proposed to other girls before?! No wonder you’re so smooth! Of course... with all the women around you..."

"Ugh, you playboy! I’ll report you for group debauchery tomorrow—"

Jiang Che pouted innocently and handed her the handcuffs from the bedside. "Officer, you cuffed me yesterday. Today, it’s your turn."

Ugh! What kind of filthy talk was that?!

"Yanran-jie, just tell me—will you accept my proposal? This is my first time proposing! If I’m lying... may lightning strike me—?"

He paused at the end, puzzled. In dramas, the heroine always covered the hero’s mouth before he could finish the oath.

Why wasn’t it working for him?

"Hmph, I hope it does. Zap you dead, you little pervert."

Wang Yanran huffed, but still held out her left hand with an air of tsundere defiance, her gaze drifting elsewhere—though the smile tugging at her lips was impossible to hide.

Jiang Che took her hand and slid the ring onto her finger.

It suited her perfectly.

Instantly, Wang Yanran radiated the mature charm of a newlywed.

Already a plump, juicy peach on the verge of bursting, now she was fully ripe!

"Yanran-jie, I never knew you could be this tsundere."

"Who’s tsundere?! Hurry up and get to business!" Wang Yanran planted her hands on her hips. "Show me the stuff you mentioned last night. Preferably the real thing—it’ll be more convincing that way!"

Jiang Che remained unhurried. "I’ll probably visit the Jiang Family first to discuss things with my grandfather. Then I’ll hand the items over to you... They’re actually pretty simple to manufacture."

Wang Yanran studied him thoughtfully. "Jiang Che, the ‘Equalizer’ has minimal effect on high-level martial artists like you, but that ‘Armor-Piercing Coating’ seems like it could threaten masters at the grandmaster level and above..."

Jiang Che grinned. "What? Worried about me? Never took you for the lovesick type, Yanran-jie."

Wang Yanran instantly lost her cool. "Who the hell is lovesick?! I’ll use your own bullets to put you down!"

"Ooooh, I’m so scared," Jiang Che teased, his smirk widening.

"You—!"

Wang Yanran was fuming.