How could the heir of the Nie family be with a man? Judging from Nie Songping's appearance, he was clearly there to "catch them in the act," but this kid named Qingyun was too cunning and took advantage of the situation to expose his identity.
"Qingyun? It's actually Qingyun?!" Lin Yuhao's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't expected that Qingyun could actually bewitch Nie Chenyuan.
A strange excitement welled up inside him; the immense pressure that had been mounting ever since Nie Chenyuan stepped onto the stage finally had a release. Lin Yuhao smiled sinisterly, picked up his phone, and made a call: "Mom, do you know what? I saw Qingyun. He actually sold his body to get revenge on me..."
As expected, Lin's mother arrived at the scene before Nie Chenyuan's last match.
She didn't do anything special; she just happened to stand in front of a camera, her eyes wide and on the verge of tears, looking at Qingyun in the private room, and said, "Qingyun, Mom is very disappointed in you."
As she spoke, tears streamed down her face. She cried her heart out, beating her chest and stamping her feet, as if she felt both heartache and guilt for Qingyun's actions.
Lin Yuhao arrived just in time, put his arm around his mother and comforted her as they walked upstairs, putting on the perfect act of a filial son, which only made Qingyun seem more reprehensible.
Seeing the two of them once again displaying their deep mother-son affection, Qingyun curled his lips in a sarcastic smile. Since he dared to stand up, he wasn't afraid of others' criticism, and Lin Yuhao and his mother's reactions were none of his business.
At this moment, Nie Chenyuan's final match began, slightly drawing people's attention back to him.
His face was ashen as he slowly walked onto the stage, surveying the entire venue and taking in the expressions of everyone around him. At this moment, he was simultaneously filled with rage because of the slander against Qingyun, and overjoyed by Qingyun's response to him.
When Nie Chenyuan looked up and met Qingyun's clear yet slightly cunning eyes, he immediately smiled knowingly.
"Don't tell me you're really serious about this, huh?" The opponent who had just entered the arena interrupted their eye contact.
Nie Chenyuan's opponent this time, Zhang Kuang, was the champion who was challenged and defeated by Lin Yuhao at the previous Ancient Martial Arts Tournament, and was also the first underling that Lin Yuhao truly subdued.
Zhang Kuang was adopted by Zhang Jingguo at a young age, and it was thanks to him that the Ancient Martial Arts Association won the championship for five consecutive years. He had been stuck at the peak of the eighth level of the Acquired Realm for ten years, but Lin Yuhao, with his seventh level of the Acquired Realm cultivation, fought him hard and defeated him. From then on, Zhang Kuang was completely convinced of Lin Yuhao's superiority.
"Although I know you've reached the ninth level of the Acquired Realm, you're definitely no match for Yu Hao. He's someone who can fight beyond his level." Even though his cultivation level was lower than Nie Chenyuan's, Zhang Kuang still looked down on him.
Nie Chenyuan was in a bad mood and didn't want to waste words with him. He simply turned to the referee and signaled that the match had started.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Kuang changed the subject and asked about Qingyun: "How is he when he's having fun? He looks so delicate and tender, I wonder what it's like in bed?"
As he spoke, he smiled ambiguously and rubbed his fingers together.
The starting bell rang at just the right moment, but at the same time, a shrill scream also rang out.
"What's going on?" The spectators were completely baffled.
Someone with sharp eyes immediately exclaimed, "Arm...arm...whose arm?"
Gradually, everyone saw that there was a twisted severed arm lying on the stage, as if it had been forcibly torn off from the shoulder. The flesh was torn to shreds, and blood was spraying all over the ground.
After a moment's thought, Xiao's father agreed to Xiao Chengzhe's suggestion. Zou Minchen's appearance had indeed brought him a lot of pressure.
"Young Master Zou may be feeling unwell. I can't reach him right now. Please help me find him! Please help me find him!" The microphone broadcast Xiao Chengzhe's voice throughout the banquet.
Upon hearing this, the crowd immediately became agitated.
This is a great opportunity to curry favor with Zou Minchen!
Oblivious to the crisis outside, the situation in the lounge is about to erupt.
Qingyun turned her head away from Zou Minchen's kiss, but her lips and tongue landed on his ear the next second, sliding down along the base of his ear.
"You..." Qingyun gritted her teeth, grabbed the man's tie and pulled him away. He asked breathlessly, "Tell me, who exactly are you?"
Why would it appear in this world?
Feeling the heat on her thigh, Qingyun knew what it was even with her eyes closed. Crucially, as the man became aroused, his aura grew stronger and more familiar—a thousand times more familiar than when they first met.
The first time was by chance, but what about now?
The man chuckled softly, "Baby, your reaction is so cute. Who am I? If you're willing, I'll be your lover."
The affectionate nickname came so naturally, and Zou Minchen didn't know why his feelings for the young man were so deep and intense, as if they had been flowing for a century. Seeing Qingyun's reaction, he was overjoyed. Qingyun had feelings for him, and she didn't reject him.
A flurry of kisses descended upon her again, in a way that Qingyun was all too familiar with.
"Everyone come over here and take a look at each of the rest rooms." With his goal almost achieved, Xiao Chengzhe couldn't suppress the smile on his face. He glanced back and didn't see Zou Minchen.
What a pity! If Zou Minchen were here, it would probably be even more exciting later. He couldn't wait to see Qingyun's miserable state.
The good sound insulation effectively blocked out the noise in the corridor.
Qingyun squinted, his gaze unfocused. He received a message from his divine sense that Xiao Chengzhe was approaching, but he had no time to pay attention. Every kiss on his neck, every caress of his fingers through his hair, easily aroused Qingyun's desire. Zou Minchen seemed strangely familiar with his body, and at the same time, he knew exactly how to make him feel comfortable and not repulsed.
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