The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

On the highways at Jiangzhou’s border, a constant stream of vehicles pushed forward into the city. Some came for disaster relief, some to put on a show, some to hunt for treasure, and still others to bathe in the red light. The cars formed long, congested lines, a situation made worse by the blockade at the Jiangzhou border.

But wherever there are people, there are politics. Many vehicles were let into Jiangzhou, whether out of necessity, through deliberate pretense, or other circumstances. The more resourceful took to the waterways, flew in by helicopter, or traversed the mountain paths. The entire city of Jiangzhou became a chaotic yet lively place.

Three Osprey transport helicopters from Qianzhou landed steadily on the athletic field of Qiming Noble Private School. One carried people, one carried disaster relief supplies, and one carried both people and supplies.

The first to disembark was a short, ugly young man about 1.6 meters tall, followed closely by a large, burly man.

”Young Master, didn’t you say to wait for me to get off first? What if it’s dangerous out here? What if it’s full of zombies?!”

The ugly man leaped up and smacked the big man on the head, then pointed at their surroundings. ”This is the landing spot designated by the Military Suppression Department, and you’re telling me there are zombies? You big oaf!”

With that, the ugly man trotted back to the helicopter and called out in a soft voice, ”Yun’Er, it’s safe outside. You can come down now!”

A slender, elegant figure slowly descended from the helicopter. She wore a yellow knit hat, and her straight black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall. She was dressed in a goose-yellow, short down jacket, a light-yellow miniskirt that ended just above her knees paired with white stockings, and a pair of fuzzy yellow ankle boots.

The outfit made Qin Yun look even more delicate and youthful. Her lightly made-up face held a trace of sorrow, which made her bewitching eyes stir a pang of heartache in anyone who looked at them, inspiring an overwhelming sense of pity.

The short, ugly man was, of course, Young Master Luo Hua of the Luo Family. He started to move forward to help Qin Yun, but she shot him a sidelong glare, and he reluctantly gave up.

The burly man said unhappily, ”Hey, you! Watch your attitude with our Young Master. Letting you hitch a ride on our family’s helicopter is already giving you tremendous face. Letting our Young Master help you for a second won’t kill you. Don’t be so ungrateful!”

The burly man’s words naturally earned him another smack on the head from Luo Hua, who reprimanded him fiercely, ”Chengwu, how many times have I told you? You have to be gentle and obedient with Yun’Er! You muscle-brained idiot, you just don’t listen!”

Luo Chengwu rubbed his head and said pitifully, ”But Young Master, she’s not worthy!”

Luo Hua bared his teeth and glared, raising his hand as if to strike again. Luo Chengwu instantly shrank back and didn’t dare to speak.

Seeing this, Luo Hua snorted coldly and decided not to bother with him anymore. It wasn’t the first time, after all, and the man was unteachable. He took the lead and walked toward Li Huiran and the others who had come to receive them.

Li Huiran offered a professional smile and extended her right hand. ”Welcome, Young Master Luo!”

Luo Hua kept his hands in his pockets, making no move to shake hers. He tilted his head back arrogantly, sized up Li Huiran, and said disdainfully, ”So you’re my goddess’s love rival, Li Huiran! You’re somewhat good-looking, I guess, but you still can’t compare to my goddess. If you know what’s good for you, hand over your husband to my goddess. Otherwise, I, this young master, will make you regret it!”

Li Huiran’s brow furrowed, and she withdrew her hand. ’That woman over there dressed like a duck... she did look a little familiar. And I’ve now witnessed Luo Hua’s absurdity firsthand—helping the woman he’s pursuing steal another man is truly one for the books. His words, however, reminded me of the scene I saw at the Jiangzhou Hotel. The figure of the woman next to Chen Dong back then perfectly overlaps with this woman now. That means this woman is Li Wang’s biological mother—the wicked woman who abandoned both Chen Dong and Li Wang. And I recognize her now, too. The famous Celestial Empress, Qin Yun. That identity fits my suspicions perfectly. A woman who would abandon her husband and child for a vain career in showbiz.’

An imperious, cold aura instantly radiated from her as she said sarcastically, ”Why, Young Master Luo, you seem to have a fondness for watches. And green watches, at that. Your taste is certainly... unique.”

Having just walked closer, Qin Yun heard this and froze, her head bowed and her body trembling slightly.

Luo Hua immediately retorted with contempt, ”What the hell do you know? This is called love!”

A beat too slow, Luo Chengwu finally realized what was happening. He pointed at Li Huiran with a ferocious expression. ”Watch your mouth, woman! How dare you mock my Young Master’s taste like that!”

The big man before her was wearing only a thin suit in this freezing weather; clearly, he was no ordinary person. But at the mention of Chen Dong, Li Huiran’s anger had already flared. She called out, ”Little Sister Murong!”

Murong Qing clenched her fists and stepped forward. ’These people show up and demand Li Huiran hand over her husband, but that’s my husband too! If it weren’t for their obviously high status, I would have made a move long ago. Now that Li Huiran is taking the lead, I can finally vent some of my anger.’

Luo Chengwu felt a bone-chilling wind rush toward him and was horrified. He immediately moved to block Luo Hua, saying gravely, ”Young Master, this woman is no pushover. You should step back.”

The words had barely left his mouth when Murong Qing, who was already in front of them, took a running start and launched a flying side kick right at him.

Luo Chengwu summoned his True Qi and raised his elbow to block. DONG~! A sound like a ringing bell echoed across the athletic field.

The sleeve of Luo Chengwu’s right arm was completely shredded, exposing his brawny muscles to the air.

Murong Qing took a light step back and smiled. ”A Horizontal Training Grandmaster!”

Luo Chengwu, however, looked as if he were facing a formidable enemy. He whispered, ”A Celestial Spirit Martial Artist!”

”Let’s see how much you can take, you big dummy!” Murong Qing shouted, forming a claw with her five fingers and grabbing at the empty air. Three Ice Arrows materialized between her fingers.

Luo Chengwu’s pupils shrank. He urged, ”Young Master, get back to the helicopter and escape, quickly! This woman isn’t just any Celestial Spirit Martial Artist!”