Qin Fang was a smart man and naturally understood the other party's meaning: the Le family was not to be offended. After Qin Fang left, Mu Qingfeng stared blankly at the red visiting card in his hand, lost in thought. The Le family had always lived in seclusion, so why would they suddenly visit him?

Strange...so strange.

Could it be that Ye Fan is related to the reclusive Le family? But even if he is related to the Le family, he absolutely cannot let Ye Fan go.

Moreover, he had already investigated Ye Fan's background, but he came from an ordinary family. What qualifications did he have to be associated with the Le family? He must be overthinking it.

As the date of Mu Qingfeng's challenge drew closer, Mo Qinglian's anxiety increased, yet she still had to brace herself for the ticking time bomb that was Le Wuyou. It must be said, Mo Qinglian was indeed an exceptionally capable woman. Despite being only three or four years older than Le Wuyou, she acted with remarkable maturity and composure. She meticulously arranged Wuyou's journey, and her words were always impeccably tactful, leaving no room for criticism.

It was drizzling outside that day, which would delay the day's plans, so Mo Qinglian had no choice but to stay and chat with Wuyou to pass the time.

Through these few days together, the perceptive Mo Qinglian discovered that Wuyou wasn't as willful, arrogant, and domineering as rumored; on the contrary, she was a very calm and aloof girl. Friendships between women often develop unexpectedly, and in just a few days, a bridge of friendship had been built between the two.

Before a huge floor-to-ceiling window, two beautiful women sat facing each other, two cups of coffee between them, emitting a faint, bitter aroma. A light drizzle fell, a gentle breeze rustled the leaves, and a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere permeated the space between them.

"Sister Qinglian, do you have a man you like?" Wuyou asked casually, slowly stirring her coffee with a spoon.

Upon hearing this, Mo Qinglian was taken aback, her face momentarily blank. However, her good manners allowed her to recover, and she spoke calmly, "How could you say such a thing? We both come from prominent families, and I believe you know better than I do that our marriage has never been a matter of personal choice."

As she spoke, she felt a bitter taste in her mouth and couldn't help but pick up her coffee and take a sip. The faint bitterness spread through her body and mind.

“Indeed, love is no match for family interests.” Wuyou continued stirring her coffee, her movements becoming slower and slower, her voice leisurely as if it came from afar.

"Hmm!" Mo Qinglian put down her teacup, then turned her head slightly and stared blankly at the drizzle outside the window.

"After spending this time together, we both know each other perfectly well, so I won't beat around the bush anymore." Wuyou glanced indifferently at Mo Qinglian's absent-minded face and chose to get straight to the point.

Actually, Mo Qinglian is quite pitiful. She is wholeheartedly in love with Ye Fan, but unfortunately, this man is destined not to be held by any single woman. The situation of "If you are heartless, I will leave" does not happen around Ye Fan. The women around him are always willing to give themselves to him, sharing a man with other women, abandoning their self-respect, status, position, and even family, as if they are bewitched.

"..." Mo Qinglian remained silent, but felt a sense of relief. Wuyou was truly buried too deep; she simply couldn't see through her.

“I already investigated before I came. Your Mo family has a close relationship with Ye Fan.” Wuyou poured herself a cup of tea, the wisps of steam obscuring her deep expression.

Seeing Mo Qinglian open her mouth to refute, Wuyou raised her hand to interrupt, "Since I dared to come, I've already made up my mind. You don't need to refute. Ye Fan is indeed an outstanding man and has been kind to your Mo family, but is your Mo family really willing to go against the Le family for his sake?"

Seeing Mo Qinglian's unpleasant expression, Wuyou patted her on the shoulder, "Family interests versus personal feelings, this choice shouldn't be too difficult, right, Sister Qinglian?"

Mo Qinglian's face immediately stiffened. She did indeed have feelings for Ye Fan and couldn't bear to hurt him, but the more than one hundred members of the Mo family were equally important to her. The Le family always kept their word, and Wuyou's attitude spoke volumes. Her previous hopes were shattered.

Wuyou ignored Mo Qinglian's expression and turned to leave. Spending several days on Mo Qinglian was already her limit; she had many more things to do.

During her few days in Jinghai City, Wuyou wasn't just sightseeing with Mo Qinglian. She was slowly infiltrating the city with her influence and had already secretly contacted those who had clashed with Ye Fan. Although these people were of low character, they were undeniably capable. If she could control them, they would be a force to be reckoned with.

These people are quite influential in Jinghai City, but in the whole of China, they are nothing more than ants. Ye Fan's own abilities are not very high. His only reliance is that he has done a favor for the Mo family and has made friends with a group of capable and shrewd people.

No one is born strong; one must grow stronger step by step. Ye Fan is only strong on the surface, possessing things that others do not have, but he has not truly grown up yet. Therefore, he does not rely entirely on his own strength. It is not difficult to suppress him before he has fully grown up.

Le Wuyou's utter defeat, aside from her own factors and Lvming's betrayal, was also due to the fact that when she met Ye Fan and their conflict escalated to the point of no return, Ye Fan had become so powerful that she could no longer resist him.

What Wuyou wants to do is to nip Ye Fan in the bud before he grows up.

The quiet study was filled with the faint scent of sandalwood. Wuyou, dressed in simple sportswear, sat at her desk, writing furiously.

Suddenly a cool breeze blew by, and Wuyou stopped what she was doing, looked up at the corner of the room, and a black shadow suddenly appeared.

"Young Miss, Madam has sent word that Le Zhengpeng has made a move."

Wuyou wasn't surprised at all by the news. He rested his chin on his hand, expressionless, and his cold voice drifted out, "Since he's being unruly, let him learn a lesson."

Upon hearing this, the shadowy figure vanished immediately, presumably to deliver a message.

Afterwards, Wuyou straightened up, stretched, and took out a white porcelain bottle from his bosom. He opened the bottle and a faint fragrance of elixir wafted out, which invigorated the senses.

Wuyou is an excellent alchemist, probably even better than Ye Fan, a reborn Immortal Emperor. When it comes to alchemy, he dares to say he is second to none, and that is the most important reason why Ye Fan is willing to marry her.

Some people are so outstanding that you might only admire them or even want to get rid of them. But if someone is too outstanding, you simply can't bear to get rid of them. Instead, you'll go to great lengths to win them over to your side.

Thinking of Ye Fan, Wuyou couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. This should be a feeling that belonged to Le Wuyou, after all, Wuyou had no feelings for Ye Fan in the past.