"You weren't paying attention in class, otherwise why would you have stopped me again?"

Nie Chenyuan sat down next to Qingyun. The two were sitting in the last row of the classroom, so no one noticed their interaction.

Qingyun toyed with the robot in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on Nie Chenyuan out of the corner of his eye. He had lived for millions of years; he wasn't stupid. How could he not know what Nie Chenyuan was thinking? However, Qingyun was still somewhat surprised. He had only wanted to steal a minor character from the protagonist, but the effect seemed… a little different from what he had expected?

Nie Chenyuan not only shielded him from Lin Yuhao's relentless assassination attempts over the past three years, but also went to great lengths to please him. Anything that could capture Qingyun's attention for more than a second would appear on Qingyun's desk within the next day.

Being genuinely pampered and cared for like this is a novel experience for Qingyun, this old monster whom everyone hates.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the last class. Everyone gradually left the classroom, and the two of them slowly made their way through the crowd.

Nie Chenyuan reached out and put his arm around Qingyun, separating him from the surrounding crowd.

"Want to go out for dinner tonight? I went to a restaurant last time that I think would suit your taste." He lowered his voice to hide the obvious expectation in his tone.

"Just eating?" Qingyun looked up at him, her upturned eyes as alluring as her voice, and the ambiguity in her words like a cat's claw, gently scratching at Nie Chenyuan's heart.

"If you want, we can watch another movie." Nie Chenyuan's mouth went dry from looking at him, and he almost wanted to cup his face and kiss him, kissing him until his breath was unsteady and his eyes were filled with tears, to punish his naughtiness.

Often, Qingyun's words could easily arouse him, but Nie Chenyuan couldn't tell whether she was doing it unintentionally or just teasing him. His heart was in turmoil.

"What a coincidence."

A voice interrupted, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere between the two.

Qingyun looked up and saw Lin Yuhao, whom she hadn't seen for two or three years. He looked at Qingyun with obvious malice in his eyes.

Over the years, he had tried his best to kill Qingyun, but Qingyun, this useless person, seemed to have a stroke of good luck and always managed to escape death.

Lin Yuhao never imagined that Qingyun's cultivation level had reached such a height, assuming it was because the Nie family was protecting him so closely. And indeed it was; with Nie Chenyuan around, none of Lin Yuhao's people had ever gotten close to Qingyun.

For some unknown reason, a smug look suddenly flashed in Lin Yuhao's eyes.

Qingyun raised an eyebrow, initially puzzled, but upon seeing the girl rushing towards Lin Yuhao, she immediately understood.

The girl, with her dashing appearance, seemed to be a martial artist as well, and she was clearly very happy to see Lin Yuhao. However, when she turned her head and saw Qingyun, she was slightly taken aback, and then her eyebrows shot up: "Qingyun? What are you doing here?"

It's said that Qingyun had almost forgotten about this woman, Wang Miaoyun, the girl in Lin Yuhao's arms. She was the niece of Qinghao's junior brother, and she and Qingyun had been childhood sweethearts. The two families arranged a marriage for the children when they were young, and even gave them similar names. However, Wang Miaoyun never liked Qingyun, and later fell in love with Lin Yuhao at first sight, becoming one of the women by his side.

Now, Lin Yuhao is using it as a tool to attack Qingyun.

"Miaomiao." Lin Yuhao gently comforted Wang Miaoyun, then turned to Qingyun with a smile and said, "I heard that Miaomiao was your fiancée before? I'm so sorry, Miaomiao and I are in love, and both our families have already given their approval."

"Brother Hao! What are you saying? What do I have to do with him?" Wang Miaoyun stomped her foot angrily, but her gaze was directed at Qingyun.

Qingyun suddenly sneered, looking at Lin Yuhao as if he were a clown: "You're truly a genius when it comes to stealing women."

First his mother, then his fiancée.

Lin Yuhao was so stung by these words that he almost lost his composure, while Wang Miaoyun exploded.

Completely ignoring the brief exchange between the two, Nie Chenyuan's face was gloomy, and only three words were on his mind: "fiancée"!

What makes this woman worthy of being Qingyun's fiancée?

Staring at Nie Chenyuan's menacing gaze, which seemed almost tangible, Wang Miaoyun immediately felt as if she were being stared at by some ferocious beast, and involuntarily shrank back.

Lin Yuhao wanted to take the opportunity to kill Qingyun, but he didn't do anything because Nie Chenyuan was present.

Nie Chenyuan truly surprised him. He had thought Nie Chenyuan was just a good-for-nothing playboy, but in the past three years, he had used many underhanded tactics to block all the martial artists from the fifth to the seventh level of the Acquired Realm. He had not even succeeded in taking down a single eighth-level Acquired Realm martial artist.

With many people around and the standoff proving fruitless, Lin Yuhao whispered a malicious remark in Qingyun's ear as he left: "Today, I've prepared a gift for you."

That very evening, Qingyun received what Lin Yuhao called a gift.

The list of participants for the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament has been released, and Qingyun's name is not on it.

It was obvious that the Ancient Martial Arts Association had planned this all along. The release of the list at this particular time, with the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament less than a month away, left them with no other options. Upon hearing this news, Qingyun wasn't surprised. The entire Ancient Martial Arts Association was on Lin Yuhao's side; losing a spot for the sake of his reputation was nothing.

However, Nie Chenyuan's expression was unexpectedly gloomy, not because he hadn't gotten the spot, but because the news was like a thunderbolt, reminding him of something.

Qingyun is leaving soon.

Three years passed in the blink of an eye, and Nie Chenyuan had completely gotten used to Qingyun's presence.

Qingyun is a germaphobe and can be temperamental. Although she is so powerful that she fascinates him, she can also reveal a captivating vulnerability at times.

All of this caused Nie Chenyuan to slowly sink into despair. He never considered or wanted to consider that one day Qingyun would leave.

However, the deal between the Nie family and him will eventually come to an end. With Qingyun's abilities, he will definitely secure a spot in the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament and shine brightly at the tournament.

When Lin Yuhao's conspiracy is exposed, everyone will see Qingyun's goodness. What about that fiancée who suddenly appeared today? Will she be captivated by Qingyun? Will Qingyun, remembering their past relationship, accept her again?

The thought of this made Nie Chenyuan feel as if his heart was being roasted on fire.

"Let's begin today's medicinal bath."

Nie Chenyuan sighed, and as instructed, took off his clothes and entered the prepared bathtub. His meridians were already completely unblocked, and Qingyun no longer needed to use her energy to open them up, but to consolidate the effect, the daily medicinal baths still needed to continue.

Qingyun tossed medicinal herbs into the bathtub, glancing at Nie Chenyuan, who sat silently in the bath, his face gloomy and his muscles tense. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself. He knew what Nie Chenyuan was thinking, and felt even more comforted by his concern.

"You will attend the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament in my place." Direct descendants of ancient martial arts families can directly participate in the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament.

If the Qing family hadn't lost its status as a noble family because of Qing Haolin's affair, Qing Yun wouldn't have bothered to apply, and wouldn't have been rejected.