Chen Ningshuang's Rebellious Streak

Night fell, and after finishing her bath, Ji Ningxue returned to her bedroom wearing nothing but a thin white nightgown. She sat cross-legged on the bed, her mind utterly in disarray.

The events of the evening replayed endlessly in her head—especially those intimate moments with Jiang Che. Even now, just recalling them made her cheeks burn.

"Ugh... I shouldn’t think about it anymore. Let’s just treat it as a dream," she muttered to herself before grabbing a pillow. Yet, sleep remained elusive.

This was the first time she had ever been so physically close to a man. That electrifying sensation had genuinely made her heart race.

As her thoughts wandered, her breathing grew slightly uneven. She curled up on her side, hugging the pillow tightly between her legs like a young girl. That night, Ji Ningxue slept unusually soundly—so soundly that a certain someone even appeared in her dreams.

Meanwhile, on the back mountain of the Ji family estate, a torrential downpour began.

The War God son-in-law remained kneeling on durian shells, his posture rigid as if performing a sacred ritual.

"A storm? Hah! It can’t extinguish the blazing fire of my love for Ningning!"

In a daze, his mind drifted back to the sight of Ji Ningxue’s slightly swollen, pink lips. A wicked thought crossed his mind—how satisfying would it be if that swelling had been caused by him?

Slap!

The moment this fantasy surfaced, Xiao Chen immediately slapped himself across the face.

"Damn it! How could I harbor such dishonorable thoughts?"

Ji Ningxue was, in his eyes, the most noble woman in existence—his one and only, a woman so pure and good that she deserved a lifetime of devotion.

Despite having the power to build a harem and indulge in countless affairs, he chose instead to be a warrior of pure love!

For the past three years since marrying into the Ji family, he had treated Ji Ningxue with the utmost respect. But behind the scenes, he had secretly aided her countless times—every time the Ji Corporation faced trouble, he had pulled strings to help.

He believed that one day, his sincere love would finally win over his beloved wife.

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Morning arrived at the Jiang residence.

Yu Wan’er, exhausted from a night of torment, had long since passed out.

Even though Jiang Che had forcibly elevated her to the level of a Hua Jin martial artist, she was still just a petite little loli, barely reaching five feet tall.

No matter how flexible a pair of leather shoes might be, a size 38 could never comfortably accommodate a size 45 foot.

"Tch... You really thought you could cuckold me?"

Jiang Che got out of bed and dressed, his eyes filled with disdain.

He never bothered hiding his double standards—after all, humans were inherently greedy. Better to cuckold the world than let the world cuckold him!

Yu Wan’er had crossed a line, and so she had been thoroughly punished. But for a brat like her, such discipline was fleeting. At most, she’d forget all about it within a week.

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Seated on the sofa, Jiang Che enjoyed a massage from Chen Ningshuang.

"Oh? This Xiao Chen truly lives up to his title as a son-in-law," he mused, legs crossed as he scrolled through the files his subordinate Monkey had sent him. A hint of surprise flickered in his eyes.

"Young Master Jiang, these are all the records I could dig up. But some files are still encrypted—probably classified."

"No matter. This is enough."

Jiang Che’s lips curled into a smirk.

Ever since returning last night, he had ordered Monkey to investigate Xiao Chen’s background.

After all, Xiao Chen held three formidable titles—War God, Dragon King, and Asura—and his strength was nothing to scoff at.

Yet, according to the intel, Xiao Chen was nothing more than a hopeless simp. Despite his impressive identities, he willingly played the role of a loyal dog in the Ji family, enduring endless humiliation while secretly pulling strings behind the scenes.

Three years ago, when Ji Ningxue had just taken over the Ji Corporation following the death of her grandfather, the company had been on the verge of collapse due to financial instability.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Chen had secretly established a mysterious "angel investor" to funnel money into the Ji Corporation annually—all without taking credit.

He had deliberately kept his involvement hidden, pretending to be useless all along.

"Tsk tsk tsk... Doing good deeds without expecting recognition?" Jiang Che stroked his chin, amused by the absurdity of this pathetic son-in-law’s behavior.

But since such an obvious loophole existed, how could Young Master Jiang resist exploiting it?

Sure, he had no actual proof—no transaction records, no documents—to claim he was the one who had funded the Ji Corporation.

But that didn’t matter. He still had his silver tongue!

Sometimes, Jiang Che’s words were far more convincing than any evidence.

Women were emotional creatures. Even if you shoved undeniable proof in their faces, they’d still stubbornly deny it.

From his brief interaction with Ji Ningxue yesterday, he had already figured her out—she was the classic repressed, mature older sister type.

Who would she believe more—Xiao Chen, the so-called "useless" son-in-law, or him, the wealthy and powerful young master?

The answer was obvious. Even if the truth came out, all he had to do was call her "Ningning-jie," and she’d melt instantly.

Now that was professionalism!

"Still, this Xiao Chen is quite interesting. The three organizations he founded—an assassin guild, a security firm, and a mercenary group—are no joke."

"What if I hired Xiao Chen’s assassins to target... the members of the Destiny Society?"

Jiang Che’s brow arched as a devious idea took shape.

Pitting one group of "chosen ones" against another felt like staging a cockfight.

"Perfect. Let’s do it."

A sinister chuckle escaped his lips.

"Laughing like a villain again—who are you scheming against now?" Chen Ningshuang’s delicate fingers kneaded his shoulders as she leaned in, whispering into his ear.

"What’s wrong, Shuang’er? Eager for another training session? Didn’t you just break through to the Grandmaster realm?"

Jiang Che frowned. Chen Ningshuang’s... enthusiasm for cultivation was a bit too intense, wasn’t it?

"What’s the point of being a Grandmaster? I want to grow even stronger—strong enough to become your most reliable shield."

"But you’re already stronger than me now. You are my shield. From now on, I’ll be counting on you to protect me~" Jiang Che shrugged.

He wasn’t lying. His current cultivation level was only at the peak of the Master realm, while Chen Ningshuang had recently ascended to Grandmaster.

Even with all his hidden cards, he stood no chance against her in a pure martial arts duel.

"Hmm?" Chen Ningshuang’s eyes gleamed as she tilted her head. "Jiang Che, did you just say... you can’t beat me anymore?"

"Obviously. No matter how talented I am, I can’t bridge an entire realm to defeat a Grandmaster."

A provocative smile curled on Chen Ningshuang’s lips. She hooked a finger under his chin, her aura erupting as a terrifying martial domain surged outward.

An overwhelming pressure bore down on Jiang Che, so intense that even his inner energy seemed to freeze—a clear sign of the vast disparity in their power levels.

"So... that means you belong to me now?"

Seeing the barely contained excitement on Chen Ningshuang's face, Jiang Che could only sigh inwardly.

What’s this? Trying to climb the ranks?

Fine, go ahead. Let this young master experience your new tactics firsthand.