Ye Tong's Resentment

Xu Ningbing glanced at Xu Mu before finally speaking. "I have no interest in men."

Her figure had begun to develop early, starting back in junior high.

But Xu Ningbing was different from other girls. Most girls, when faced with early development and a large chest at a young age, would develop an inferiority complex.

They would walk with a hunch, slumping their shoulders, and hide inside baggy clothes, all for fear of others commenting on their bodies.

Xu Ningbing had gone through a brief phase like that, but it didn't last long. She was naturally confident.

Soon enough, she started wearing whatever she liked, walking with her head held high and her chest out, without a care in the world.

This was despite the fact that she became the subject of much gossip and slander.

Almost without exception, it all revolved around her body.

That was when she started to detest men.

Deep down, she believed that any kindness a man showed her was solely because of her figure.

Xu Ningbing knew this wasn't fair—she shouldn't paint everyone with the same brush—but she couldn't help how she felt.

Perhaps she just hadn't met a man who could truly move her heart yet.

At this thought, Xu Ningbing lifted her wine glass and took another sip.

"I've decided to say a few words today."

Ye Tong suddenly set her glass down. She felt that some things were better said openly rather than kept hidden away.

Hearing this, everyone present turned their gaze toward Ye Tong.

"Sister, unless I'm mistaken, you've become an Ancient Martial Artist too, haven't you?"

Ye Tong asked, looking first at Xu Ningbing.

"That's right."

As she spoke, Xu Ningbing stole a glance at Xu Mu.

If it weren't for him, she never would have reached her current realm.

"There are no outsiders here, so I'll be blunt. I asked Dad about this earlier, and he was very clear."

Ye Tong looked at the group before her. "The Xu family now has the strength to be considered a Hidden Family."

Xu Ningbing nodded slightly. She had heard Xu Shou mention before that, generally speaking, a family with a combatant at the late stage of the Gang Qi realm qualified as a Hidden Family.

Even if they were on the weaker end of the spectrum, they definitely counted.

Xu Ningbing herself had entered the Gang Qi realm, and she felt that Xu Mu was even stronger than she was.

Calling the Xu family a Hidden Family was not an exaggeration at all.

"Once a family becomes a Hidden Family, many men start taking multiple wives and concubines. I want to say right now: I don't mind."

Ye Tong looked at the women in front of her. "However, I will be the gatekeeper. Not just anyone can marry in. But if my husband wants to marry you, I won't stand in the way."

Hearing this, everyone present was shocked.

Ye Yu immediately put down her chopsticks. She replayed the scene from a second ago in her mind—had her older sister looked at her just now?

If she had, did that mean her sister wouldn't mind if she married Xu Mu too?

Dammit!

Ye Yu stomped her foot in frustration. Why had she been so focused on eating just now?

She hadn't paid attention to Ye Tong's gaze to see if it had landed on her or not.

Xu Ningbing also frowned. What was going on?

It felt like Ye Tong had looked at her just then.

What did that mean? Did it imply she wouldn't mind if Xu Ningbing married in as well?

Could Xu Mu handle that kind of taboo?

As for Dai Xingluo, Meng Wanyue, and Feng Yue, all three were dumbfounded.

They each wore different expressions.

Meng Wanyue was thinking: As expected of Sister Ye, so magnanimous. Maybe I really do have a chance.

But Dai Xingluo and Feng Yue were thinking a bit deeper.

They didn't understand Ye Tong's intent. Was she saying this deliberately to test them? To warn them?

As for Bai Yi, she just kept her head down, focused entirely on clearing her plate.

She knew her place perfectly well. Marrying the Master was something that wouldn't be happening for her anytime soon.

"What nonsense are you spouting? Are you drunk again?"

Xu Mu patted Ye Tong on the shoulder.

"I'm not drunk. I'm telling the truth."

Ye Tong looked completely serious.

"Haha, you're joking again. I admit Xu Mu is excellent, but he's your man. We wouldn't try to steal him."

Feng Yue waved her hand with a laugh.

"No, really, I'm not joking!"

Ye Tong was speechless. Was it really this hard to find someone to help take the hit?

"Xu Mu! Did you threaten Little Tong?"

Xu Ningbing suddenly glared at Xu Mu.

"What the hell? I'm innocent!"

Xu Mu was dumbfounded. How could this be pinned on him?

"Sister, this has nothing to do with Hubby," Ye Tong chimed in to explain.

"If you say it has nothing to do with him, then it definitely has everything to do with him."

Xu Ningbing shot a faint glance at Xu Mu.

"Let's just eat first."

Ye Tong immediately changed the subject.

...

After dinner.

Meng Wanyue, Dai Xingluo, and Bai Yi prepared to return to their residential complex. Since it was so close, they treated it as a post-meal stroll.

As for Feng Yue, it was even simpler; she lived right next door.

However, since Xu Ningbing had drunk a bit of wine and had driven there, Xu Mu asked her to stay the night.

Xu Ningbing didn't refuse; there were plenty of rooms anyway.

She found a random room on the first floor and got ready to rest.

Xu Mu and Ye Tong went back to their room together. After a brief moment of preparation, they began their intimate whispers.

Ye Tong shed tears of unwillingness. Why was he so fierce?

How was she supposed to handle this?

It seemed her approach had been too subtle.

She decided that next time, she would drag someone directly into the room to help block the assault.

If they still thought she was joking then, there would have to be something wrong with their brains.

10:30 PM.

Xu Ningbing felt thirsty and walked out of her room to get a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

Hearing a sound, she immediately looked up toward the second floor.

It seemed that as her cultivation improved, her hearing had sharpened along with it.

"That bastard!"

Xu Ningbing's cheeks flushed slightly. She naturally knew what they were doing.

...

Early the next morning.

Xu Mu got up early and made breakfast.

Xu Ningbing was the first to come out of her room, unable to suppress a yawn.

When she saw Xu Mu, her expression became a bit unnatural. She really had been obsessed last night.

She had kept checking the time, wanting to see when it would end.

However, from 10:30 PM all the way until 12:00 AM, she could still hear Ye Tong's voice.

She seemed to understand Ye Tong a little better now. Perhaps what she said last night was true.

However, this was something she couldn't help her with.

"I made breakfast," Xu Mu said to Xu Ningbing.

"Mhm."

Xu Ningbing nodded.

Just then, Ye Tong came downstairs as well.

"Morning, Sister."

"Morning."

Xu Ningbing sized Ye Tong up. This woman was truly tough; she looked as if nothing had happened at all.

Just as Xu Mu was about to eat, he received a phone call. It was Dai Xuan from the Dai family.

"Hello?"

Xu Mu answered.

"Brother Xu Mu! Quickly notify your Fourth Senior Brother to come to the Dai family home. We're planning to extend an active invitation today, and Ye Chen will definitely show up!"

Dai Xuan said on the other end of the line.

"Okay! I'll call him right away and tell him to go over."

Xu Mu hung up after speaking.

"Who was it?"

Xu Ningbing asked.

"Someone from the Dai family."

Xu Mu sat at the dining table, wolfing down his breakfast. "I'm heading to Yang City in a bit to make some money."

He was preparing to face Ye Chen this time to gauge his strength. If Ye Chen turned out to be inferior, he would just crush him outright. That would certainly save him a lot of trouble.

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