Cuihua Courtyard.
"Tell me, how do you want me to cooperate with you?"
Su Qinghe poured herself a cup of tea, ignoring Ling Feng sitting opposite her.
Ling Feng wasn't angry. He poured himself a glass of water, moistened his throat, and then spoke.
"I'm already a month pregnant. I need to stay at your residence for another month. During this time, you must ensure the safety of me and the child. After that, you will come with me to the headquarters of the Seven Kill Pavilion."
"I'll handle things within the cabinet myself; I won't trouble you."
He looked directly at Su Qinghe, his eyes full of sincerity.
Su Qinghe, however, did not give him a friendly look.
"When are you going to give me the antidote? Since we're going to make a fair deal, it's better to be honest."
Ling Feng swirled the teacup in his hand, staring directly into Su Qinghe's eyes in silence for a long time.
"If I said... I didn't poison them at all, would you believe me?"
Su Qinghe was taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, but then she burst into laughter.
Seeing the woman suddenly become frantic, Ling Feng couldn't keep a straight face.
In just a few days, he had already seen three different personalities in her.
When facing her husband, she is like a gentle and considerate lady, but when she kills, her demeanor is like that of someone who is in the same profession as them. Now, for some reason, she has suddenly gone mad.
"I have shown all my sincerity. That was the honesty I was being. If you don't believe me, then so be it."
Looking at the woman who was still laughing, Ling Feng frowned, no longer wanting to say anything more.
Su Qinghe's laughter stopped abruptly, and she grabbed the man's slender neck.
"Well!"
Ling Feng was startled, not expecting her to suddenly pull such a stunt, but he quickly regained his composure.
"What do you mean."
Ling Feng stared calmly at the enlarged face of the woman before him, showing no intention of resisting.
Su Qinghe narrowed her eyes, grinned to reveal a set of big white teeth, and slowly uttered two words.
"I believe you!"
Ling Feng's face stiffened, his hand slowly clenched into a fist, and a hint of anger burned in his eyes.
Seeing the man's face, which had always seemed to be in complete control, finally break down, Su Qinghe finally let go with satisfaction.
"Heh... I thought you only had this one expression. Turns out it's not facial muscle weakness after all!"
Su Qinghe scoffed, then noticed something unusual in her hand. She raised her hand and patted it, and a layer of powder drifted down in the candlelight.
She looked up at him in surprise.
"Did you put powder on your neck?"
Ling Feng's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He looked up at her coldly and said, "That's poison!"
Su Qinghe smiled noncommittally. "Who knows!"
Ling Feng took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and when he looked at Su Qinghe again, he had regained his usual indifference.
What were you laughing at?
Su Qinghe slowly sipped her tea, her words muffled. "I'm happy."
"You're happy?" Ling Feng frowned, puzzled.
Su Qinghe put down her teacup and looked at him meaningfully. "Of course, because I've discovered... you're nothing special after all."
Not ruthless enough!
He could have controlled her more tightly, but he didn't. Compared to those ruthless people who would stop at nothing to achieve their goals, he was still lacking.
He still has some humanity left.
She hadn't really crossed her bottom line, and for some reason... she suddenly didn't want to kill him anymore...
Sure enough, after living a warm and comfortable life for a long time, one's heart gradually becomes more like that of an ordinary person. How did I suddenly become so soft-hearted?
Su Qinghe sighed inwardly, crossed her arms, leaned back in her chair like a coward, and crossed her legs.
In that case, as long as he doesn't do anything reckless in the future...
Anyway, she's going to get involved no matter what, so she might as well deal with this man rather than the ambitious Qiu Shan.
At least she managed to gain some considerable influence after the matter was resolved, even though it took some effort, it wasn't a complete loss.
Seeing the woman acting so unusually, Ling Feng's heart sank.
His intuition told him that this woman was not just skilled in martial arts; he seemed to only know the tip of the iceberg.
"What exactly do you want?" Ling Feng's voice turned cold.
As if unaware of the man's feelings, Su Qinghe slowly nodded, "Deal."
Ling Feng felt as if something was choking him, a ball of fire burning in his chest that he couldn't rise or fall.
He took another deep breath and finished the tea in his cup before he felt a little better.
"Don't worry, this is just a transaction. Once there's a new successor in the pavilion, you can divorce me anytime, and I won't bother you. As for the next pavilion master..."
Ling Feng paused here, then looked up at the woman who had become somewhat improper in less than half an hour.
"She is, after all, your offspring. No matter what our relationship is, this blood relationship is real. I will teach her to be filial to you from a young age. You can also come and go freely in the Seven Killings Pavilion. I will try my best to help you with whatever you want to do."
After listening quietly as the man finished speaking at length, Su Qinghe slowly replied.
"Didn't you say you'd give me your two younger brothers too? What, are you going to divorce them all as well? You really are a good older brother!"
Ling Feng was stunned for a moment, then frowned as he looked at her.
“You said you didn’t want it back then. Everything I just said was based on my personal feelings, and my premise was that I couldn’t have a girl.”
Sensing a hint of anxiety in the man's tone, Su Qinghe finally sat up straight, leaned forward, and wore a mocking smile.
"Can't have a girl? How long do you mean? One pregnancy or two? Two years or three years?"
Ling Feng felt a little uneasy under her gaze, unconsciously swallowed, and finally gritted his teeth and spoke.
"If I still can't have a daughter after two pregnancies, I will keep my promise."
Seeing that the man seemed to be pushed to the limit, Su Qinghe was in a good mood and didn't want to tease him anymore.
"Alright, I really don't want to have anything to do with the men of your Seven Kill Pavilion anymore. I don't want your brother, arrange for him to get married as soon as possible. As for you..."
Su Qinghe looked at him with a half-smile and leaned close to his ear.
"It's okay if you can't have two children. I can take care of the Seven Kill Pavilion for you. Just stay here with me and have children... until you give birth to a daughter."
Ling Feng's heart tightened, and he inexplicably began to feel fear. After a long while, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a stiff word.
"good!"
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