All of this showed that Xiao Chengnuo was fully aware of his thoughts! He was jumping around in front of Xiao Chengnuo like a clown, thinking he was being clever. Thinking of this, Xiao Chengzhe suddenly felt his face burning with pain. It wasn't someone else who was going to slap him; instead, he was the one who was sticking his head out to offer his face.

Xiao Chengzhe's eyes were filled with shame and confusion. Xiao Chengnuo had already become the president of Ruixin, while he was still only eyeing the small Xiao Group, even clutching it tightly for fear that Xiao Chengnuo would snatch it away. Now, even if there were a hundred Xiao Groups, Xiao Chengnuo probably wouldn't even consider them a threat.

Unable to bear looking at the expressions on the faces of those behind him, Xiao Chengzhe left dejectedly.

Mrs. Xiao pursed her lips, ignored him, and continued eating her meal. Mr. Xiao, however, couldn't resist any longer. He pulled up a chair and leaned closer, asking with a dazed expression, "Is it that Ruixin?"

Xiao's mother ignored him.

Mr. Xiao moved the stool and looked in a different direction: "Is it really that Ruixin? The one who completely cured cancer?"

He then gestured with his hands.

"Yes, yes, yes! That's him! Your son is the president of Ruixin, okay?" Mrs. Xiao was extremely annoyed, and then her face hardened. "Pah! What do you mean 'your son'? You abandoned my Chengnuo a long time ago, he's my son!"

After receiving an affirmative answer from Xiao's mother, Xiao's father sat in the chair with a dreamy expression, remaining silent for a long while before suddenly bursting into tears.

The elderly woman, well past fifty, sat in a chair, tears streaming down her face. Xiao's mother was stunned: "Sigh, why are you crying..."

In the original timeline, Xiao Chengnuo was kicked out of the Xiao family, but his mother still brought him home from time to time. With Xiao Chengzhe stirring things up, the little father-son affection between Xiao's father and Xiao Chengnuo quickly disappeared.

But now, Xiao Chengnuo has been gone for three years without a word, which has made Xiao's father very worried. In addition, Qingyun's words before she left had a bit of a spiritual intimidation effect on him. For the past three years, Xiao's father has never let go of Xiao Chengnuo. Instead, he feels ashamed and guilty, fearing that he has not done a good job as a father and has ultimately raised his son badly.

Now that he knows his son has not only not been spoiled, but has also achieved great things, how could he not be excited? The guilt that had haunted Xiao's father for the past three years has finally dissipated somewhat.

They were completely unaware of the commotion downstairs.

Qingyun pulled Zou Minchen into her room.

"Do I need you to slap me in the face for me? Hmm?" Qingyun pulled Zou Minchen closer with force.

Seeing Qingyun's displeased expression, Zou Minchen readily admitted his mistake: "No, no, no, baby, I was wrong."

"Oh, Mr. Zou, where did you go wrong?" Qingyun kicked Zou Minchen onto the carpet, then sat on the bed, picked up a book and started reading, while her fair toes were fiddling with the buttons on Zou Minchen's shirt.

Zou Minchen's eyes darkened, and he could barely restrain himself from kissing Qingyun's ankle. His Adam's apple bobbed twice, but fearing Qingyun's anger, he could only force himself to confess his mistakes: "I shouldn't have let you stay in the house Zou Qiyao used to live in, I shouldn't have let Zou Qiyao provoke you time and time again, I shouldn't have..."

"Hmm, it seems you know quite a bit about it?" Qingyun looked up from the book and glanced at Zou Minchen.

Zou Minchen boldly kissed Qingyun's toes and said, "I promise there won't be a next time."

As he spoke, a dark glint appeared in his eyes. Having gained her, he was even more reluctant to lose her; having spent so much time with Qingyun, he couldn't bear the thought of her leaving.

Not even for a second! He could spoil Qingyun and dote on her in every way, but there was one condition: Qingyun had to stay by his side.

If Qingyun kicks him out again tonight...

Some dark thoughts resurfaced in Zou Minchen's mind.

Qingyun watched the man's eyes shift, chuckled, and slapped away the inappropriate thoughts in his mind: "What are you thinking about? Hmm?"

"No!" Zou Minchen retracted his fangs in a second, his obedient appearance making it seem as if a dog's tail was wagging behind him.

Qingyun glared at him, then got up and went into the bathroom to wash up. Zou Qiyao's sudden intrusion today had indeed made Qingyun extremely uncomfortable; just thinking about him made her feel physically disgusted.

Therefore, Qingyun was not prepared to forgive Zou Minchen so easily.

Listening to the sound of water outside, Zou Minchen was initially distracted, but then his mind became filled with anxiety. He couldn't help but recall the intimate moments he had shared with Qingyun in the past two days; desire came easily, but he didn't have the courage to barge in.

Qingyun is still angry right now...

Before long, Qingyun came out, her bath towel half open, faintly revealing some lingering marks on her chest, which made Zou Minchen stare blankly.

Qingyun walked barefoot to Zou Minchen. Her two slender, white legs tempted Zou Minchen to reach out and hug her, but he coldly pushed her away.

“From today onwards, you’ll be by my side.” He lifted Zou Minchen’s chin and leaned closer, saying with a wicked grin, “I’ll sleep on the bed, you’ll sleep on the floor.”

You can see it, but you can't eat it.

Zou Minchen instantly understood the meaning behind Qingyun's words and couldn't help but cover his face and wail.

A sly glint flashed in Qingyun's eyes. He tossed a set of bedding to Zou Minchen, turned around, turned off the light, and got into bed. He then reminded Zou Minchen, "Sleep well. I don't want to hear you doing anything else."

How am I supposed to sleep?!

"Baby? You're awake?"

He closed his eyes and hummed softly. After being with Nie Chenyuan, this man's passion for certain sports had become outrageous. Day after day, even Qingyun's strong body was starting to feel the strain.

He yawned, reached for his phone on the bedside table, and checked the time.

It's just past five o'clock.

He squeezed his eyes shut tightly; he had only slept for less than two hours! Qingyun finally couldn't take it anymore and kicked Nie Chenyuan off the bed.

With a thud, Nie Chenyuan pulled the blanket up and sat on the floor, looking completely bewildered: "What's wrong, darling?"

"Get out." Qingyun looked at the deep and shallow marks on her body, smiled through gritted teeth, "From today until the end of the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament, get back to your own room!"

As she spoke, she swung a cushion and smashed it into Nie Chenyuan's most prominent area. Nie Chenyuan groaned as he was hit; the cushion was indeed soft, but Qingyun's strength was no joke.

He ignored everything else, got up, grabbed the bedsheet, and asked, "Honey, you're kidding, right? There's still over a week until the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament, you want me to..."

With a "bang," the door slammed shut in front of Nie Chenyuan.

That night, the entire Nie residence heard their young master's wailing: "Qingyun! Darling, baby, let's talk this over again..."

Nie Chenyuan had been eagerly anticipating the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament, and it finally arrived.

In a luxurious private room, the heads of several powerful families were present, exchanging pleasantries on the surface, but secretly plotting their next move. These old men usually looked down on each other, but now their minds were all on the same thing.

The "useless" heir of the Nie family with blocked meridians actually participated in the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament? Is he out of his mind? And Nie Songping, that overprotective old man, just lets him court death.