[Urban Fantasy] The Flower's Sleep (Complete) - 14

Volume 4, Chapter 7, Coming-of-Age Ceremony (Part 2)
: 9-22 4:50:57 Word Count: 7317

Huang Shuliang was somewhat embarrassed when Li Juncheng asked this. He laughed and said, "Well, hers is a bit special. I'm afraid we don't have the video you're looking for." He was about to seize the opportunity to make a few sarcastic remarks to Wang Xiaoyin to avenge the broken arm and leg he suffered last time when he looked up and saw a girl in a yellow princess dress skipping and hopping towards him. He was so frightened that he immediately turned and ran, even ignoring his female companion beside him, because he saw his nemesis, Tang Beibei.
"Hey, make way! You're blocking the way! What's fun inside? Let me go in and see!" Tang Beibei unladylike pushed through the crowd and squeezed in, surrounded by some bored onlookers. These kinds of petty squabbles are almost a common sight at every large banquet; this is one of the less boring highlights of a boring banquet.
Wang Xiaoyin couldn't help but get angry. He didn't care about manners or status; what mattered was not letting the woman beside him be bullied. "To hell with all this bullshit rules and family prestige!" Just as he was about to unleash a torrent of curses, he suddenly heard Tang Beibei's clear voice. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief; with her around, things were bound to be even more exciting, absurd, and entertaining. She was like his savior; whenever a headache arose, she was always the first to appear.
"Wow, it's barbecue! It looks delicious! Why are you all standing here? Why don't you go in and eat?" Her hair color had changed again today, half light blue and half fiery red. It seemed the blue was because of Wang Xiaoyin, and the red was to welcome the Fox band's performance in Paradise City.
Tang Beibei stared at the barbecue pile for a long time before looking up and surveying the crowd. After circling around for a while, she finally spotted Wang Xiaoyin and Su Feifei. She exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, it's you two! Your wine glass is so interesting, let me see it. Don't be so stingy!" Regardless of whether Wang Xiaoyin agreed or not, she snatched the huge glass still full of wine, opened her small mouth, and took a few sips of the golden ice wine.
"Hmm, it tastes good, much better than orange juice." She then took a few more big gulps, chuckling as she handed the meat back to Wang Xiaoyin. Continuing to amuse herself, ignoring everyone's stares, she pointed at various grilled meats, ordering randomly, much like Su Feifei's "fingers." "This, this, and that..."
After ordering, she grabbed Wang Xiaoyin with one hand and Su Feifei with the other, smiling at them, "Come on, let's not be like them, standing foolishly outside. Let's go inside and eat!" She wasn't stupid; she clearly understood the unfavorable situation Wang Xiaoyin was in, but feigning ignorance, she averted a potential conflict.
Wang Xiaoyin knew that the conflict with the Li family would eventually erupt, but not now, and he was happy to play along with Tang Beibei's act. He remembered the first time he met Tang Beibei; she had disguised herself as the lowest-class prostitute on the street, followed Wang Xiaoyin, obtained his home address, and almost lost her virginity. Later, he learned from Xiao Wen that she had only done this to help her friend investigate Wang Xiaoyin's true nature and obtain firsthand information. Fortunately, the name Tang Beibei worked; it shared the same name as Mo Xin's Persian cat, which prevented Wang Xiaoyin from revealing their relationship.
Su Feifei felt helpless and frustrated. She didn't know Wang Xiaoyin's true background or power. Although she had suffered some injustice, she didn't want Wang Xiaoyin to be in danger, so she went in with Tang Beibei.
Li Junqi's wife looked at Wang Xiaoyin with a strange expression, unsure of his intentions. When she saw his gait, her confused eyes brightened even more. After Wang Xiaoyin chose a seat, she quietly said to her husband, "Don't go too far. This banquet of the Wang family has invited important figures from all walks of life in Tiantang and even nearby cities. Don't leave a bad impression on them; it's not good for the family business. That girl from the Tang family isn't simple either; she won't help them out for no reason. There must be something strange about her."
The two brothers thought about it and agreed. After listening to Li Juncheng's detailed explanation of the feud, they all laughed heartily and sat down far away from Wang Xiaoyin.
Sophie was initially very hungry, but after her outburst, she only ate two small pieces of camel meat before downing a glass of red wine. Still seemingly unsatisfied, she asked the waiter for more wine, even trying to snatch Wang Xiaoyin's iced wine while waiting. Mixing drinks makes it easy to get drunk, and even though Wang Xiaoyin grabbed it quickly, she swallowed several mouthfuls.
"Fei'er, don't be sad. I promise you, I won't let them get away with it. No need for apologies; these days, apologies don't work. I'll find other ways to make them admit their mistakes. Come on, stop drinking, try this grilled fish!" Wang Xiaoyin half-embraced her, using a fork to feed her. Sophie was probably a little drunk, obediently hugging his waist, her eyes hazy as she stared at Wang Xiaoyin's face, eating each piece of food he fed her. However, she didn't know that the so-called fish was actually the African python meat she had ordered.
Tang Beibei leaned on the table, staring blankly at them intimately embracing, somewhat lost in thought.
Su Feifei was so moved she wanted to cry. This warm feeling was something she could only experience when her mother was alive. Tears were slowly welling up, about to spill over, when suddenly Xiao Wen burst in and walked straight towards them.
"Hey, what's wrong with you two?" Xiao Wen had overheard others talking and knew that Wang Xiaoyin and Su Feifei were there, so she rushed over. She roughly knew what had happened, and seeing that Su Feifei's expression was off, she could only feign gentleness and concern to avoid upsetting the person she liked.
Tang Beibei, with her back to the entrance, was startled by Xiao Wen's voice and jumped up, exclaiming, "Sister Wenwen!" Afraid that Xiao Wen might cause trouble for Su Feifei if she didn't know the reason, she quickly changed the subject, saying, "We took the invitation. I don't know if Brother Ling can still come in. After all, we even stole his invitation!"
Wang Xiaoyin breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Xiao Wen wasn't causing trouble. Hearing Tang Beibei's words, she remembered Xiao Ling's disheveled appearance earlier, carrying a pale invitation into the Wang residence. It turned out they had stolen Xiao Ling's invitation.
"Hehe, don't worry, he's been here. I just saw him," Xiao Wen said to Wang Xiaoyin. "The banquet is about to officially begin, let's go out."
Just then, the soft music suddenly changed, becoming more rousing and invigorating. The rousing music lasted for more than twenty seconds, then suddenly stopped, and applause gradually rose, indicating that an important person had arrived.
Everyone knew the time had come, so they put down what they were carrying and hurried to the center of the square. Su Feifei and Xiao Wen, each holding one of Wang Xiaoyin's arms, remained silent, quietly following the flow of people. Tang Beibei followed behind, shaking her head and sighing as she watched their backs, looking utterly bewildered.
"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend my daughter's coming-of-age ceremony. I, Wang, am deeply grateful and, on behalf of my wife and daughter Qinghe, extend my thanks to you all." Wang Yuanzhe, the richest man in the city, was clean-shaven and possessed a scholarly, reserved air, making it impossible to discern his age. Tall and slender, he stood upright and composed on the crystal platform in the center of the square. A small, hanging wireless megaphone, like a wind chime, subtly adorned the platform's mystique.
Upon hearing his voice, Wang Xiaoyin's mind went blank. The black ring on his left pinky finger began to vibrate wildly, tightening and loosening, as if his soul were being tormented. He bent over in pain, sweat instantly soaking his entire body.
The three women beside him screamed in fright, but everyone's attention was focused on the crystal platform in the center of the square, and no one noticed their unusual behavior. Wang Xiaoyin gripped his left pinky finger tightly, concentrating on the ring's anomaly. The ring, always so firm it wouldn't budge even a millimeter, was now pulsating like a heart. The three snow-white characters engraved with Wang Xiaoyin's name flashed with a bright light, conveying a message no one could understand, like human eyes.
His long-held suspicions were finally confirmed: this black ring was indeed alive. From his earliest memories until today, the ring had grown alongside him. This unusual behavior had only occurred once. What had made it suddenly active? What was causing its agitation?
Ignoring the three women's anxious shouts, Wang Xiaoyin stared questioningly at Wang Yuanzhe on the crystal table, who was smiling and bowing to the guests in thanks. Was it him?
Su Feifei was crying so hard her eyes were brimming with tears, her light makeup ruined and now she looked like a dirty, long-haired bunny. Xiao Wen suddenly felt like a failure. She clearly liked him a lot, cared about him a lot, and wanted to take his pain away, but why couldn't she cry? Was her love less than Su Feifei's?
Xiao Wen had no idea that Su Feifei had suffered a lot of grievances that night and had been looking for an opportunity to cry her heart out, but Wang Xiaoyin had always persuaded her not to. Now, seeing Wang Xiaoyin looking like she had a sudden illness, her face contorted in pain, Xiao Wen felt her only support about to collapse. How could she not cry!
"I... I'm fine now. It's a lingering illness from childhood, and I don't know when it will flare up. I'm sorry to have scared you all." Wang Xiaoyin's face was still very pale. Although the three women had taken turns wiping away the sweat, the worry and confusion on her face still lingered, making her look genuinely concerned about her illness.
Then he pulled Su Feifei aside, rubbing her bruised face, and laughed, "What about you? You've cried so much, you even forgot your makeup bag in the car. Come on, I'll go with you to the restroom and wash it off with water."
He then said to Xiao Wen and Tang Beibei, "You two stay here, we'll be right back!"
Xiao Wen watched them leave hand in hand, her feet trembling with anger, and finally two tears streamed down her face: "You bastards! Why couldn't you cry earlier?"
Tang Beibei stuck out her tongue, completely speechless.
The restroom closest to the square had a general corridor separating men and women. There were public makeup stations that could hold many people at once. There were also private cubicles, but there would be a wait when it was crowded. Now, most people were in the square, attending Wang Qinghe's coming-of-age ceremony, and very few went here.
As soon as Su Feifei went in, he stood leaning against a pillar in the corridor, quietly examining the ring that had been restored to its original state, the only clue hiding the secret of his origins. He often dreamed of his parents, but he could never see their faces. Many times, he hated his parents, hated that they had abandoned him. Yet, even when he possessed various powers, he never gave up on uncovering the secrets of his origins, always treating it as a crucial unresolved issue.
"Tap tap tap!" The crisp sound of high heels on the marble floor interrupted Wang Xiaoyin's thoughts.
He knew it wasn't Su Feifei's voice, so he looked up, searching for the source of the sound. He looked and immediately smiled. It was Li Junqi's wife; he had just met her. Wang Xiaoyin felt a strong connection to this woman, but couldn't remember where he had seen her before. Women he knew well rarely brought good fortune. He had been busy arguing with the Li brothers and hadn't had time to observe or recall this woman. Now, staring at her swaying, graceful figure, fragments of memory began to surface, especially her eyes, which were incredibly similar to the image in his memory.
Why only her gait and eyes? He gradually realized that the woman was someone he had met in the game "Retro." The game's graphics system had enhancement and uglification functions, with a maximum adjustment of 20%. It was this 20% that created a significant difference between virtual and real people. If the relationship wasn't very close, it was difficult to distinguish between virtual and real characters.
The woman felt uncomfortable under Wang Xiaoyin's gaze, as if he could see right through her. She felt weak and listless, and the more she thought about it, the less energetic she became. Suddenly, the door to the private restroom in front of her opened, and a middle-aged woman stepped out, almost bumping into her. Startled, her natural instinct was to half-turn around, let out a soft cry, and cover her eyes with her hands, somewhat like a frightened ostrich.
The middle-aged woman smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I startled you." Then, without waiting for a reply, she quietly left.
The woman also felt embarrassed, but hearing Wang Xiaoyin chuckle, she assumed he was mocking her in retaliation and couldn't help but snort and glare at him fiercely. Although she felt he looked somewhat familiar, resembling someone from the game, she couldn't be certain. After all, Wang Xiaoyin had chosen to uglify him by 20% in the game, and he had black hair, a stark contrast to his current appearance.
"What, is my little ostrich angry?" Wang Xiaoyin chuckled wickedly, his voice sweet and gentle like a lover in the throes of passion, his eyes full of teasing and innuendo, his slender fingers writhing like snakes. Women who had been with him knew the terror of those long, slender fingers; all had succumbed to the initial teasing of his ten fingers, begging for mercy.
"You...you really are..." Seeing Wang Xiaoyin's signature smile and those intoxicating eyes, her heart was pounding with excitement. When she saw his snake-like, nimble fingers, her whole body suddenly stiffened and flushed, experiencing a morbid climax.
Wang Xiaoyin didn't know what he was doing either. Although he didn't want to seduce someone else's wife in real life, playing with his enemy's woman shouldn't be so bad, right? Moreover, he could see the resentment and longing in the woman's bones. It seemed Li Junqi was neglecting his wife by seeking other women.
A woman in her late twenties is in her prime; if her husband and she had a harmonious relationship, she wouldn't be so bored as to play "Retro" and be seduced into bed by the legendary lecherous "Flower-Attracting Prince." And she'd become lost in extreme mental pleasure, lost in the world of virtual sex.
Shameless? Wang Xiaoyin didn't know what shamelessness was! He had already rushed forward, picked up Little Ostrich, barged into a private bathroom, lifted her skirt, and pulled off her lace thong.
Wang Xiaoyin knew that games and reality were different, very different, and he understood what he was doing. There was another reason she was nicknamed Little Ostrich: her plump, snowy buttocks, which didn't match her figure, which was why she often wore skirts.
Inside, it was already muddy from Little Ostrich's morbid orgasms. He thrust and pumped, each time using all his strength, just like in the game, each time making her body stiffen and tremble.
Why? He questioned his own actions! Was it because this woman's husband had hurt the woman he was protecting? Was this unfair to the little ostrich? But what was fairness?
Ever since penetrating Wang Xiaoyin, she had been incredibly excited, even more so than the well-trained blue demons. Why? Why was this happening? Was he truly evil? Was this not the work of the lustful spirit within him, but rather the manifestation of his own dark side?
His spiral-patterned weapon, displaying an expression of extreme excitement, erected countless fleshy thorns on its already protruding flesh, like brushes. Each entry brought forth drops of moisture, each thrust causing her to scream wildly and tremble incessantly. The little ostrich, however, could not express any opinion. They entered from behind, Wang Xiaoyin flipping her onto the dressing table, gripping her arms behind her back, and possessively taking her.
She didn't know how much time had passed; the little ostrich fainted several times until Wang Xiaoyin heard Su Feifei's footsteps passing by the door, then pulled her hair and ejaculated into her mouth. The little ostrich had an exceptional talent for being a sex slave. With her last vestiges of consciousness, she swallowed the scalding liquid and then sucked it clean for him.
"Much better than in the game, I'll remember you, little ostrich!" Wang Xiaoyin grinned lewdly, patting the still convulsing, half-naked woman before turning and leaving.
Su Feifei, having washed her face, was looking around in the corridor when she was startled to see the wicked-looking Wang Xiaoyin suddenly appear. Her womanly instincts made her scan him, but she found nothing. "Where have you been? You've become so strange, not at all like the sickly woman you were just now."
"The restroom!" Wang Xiaoyin replied ambiguously. She was indeed in the restroom, but it was the women's restroom.
"Oh!" Sophie's simple-minded mind couldn't grasp that much. She hurriedly pulled Wang Xiaoyin, "Don't miss Qinghe's ceremony! If she finds out, it won't be good. She has a very strange temper!"
Wang Xiaoyin had already heard Ruth and Sophie describe Wang Qinghe's beauty, praising her as unparalleled in heaven and earth. However, he knew that women's words couldn't be completely trusted, and he didn't care too much. Still secretly intoxicated by the wonderful sensations he had just experienced, he sighed that other people's wives were indeed different. Coupled with his desire for revenge, he didn't feel a single bit of guilt.
This was the turning point, the starting point, that led him to become a true villain. This "glorious" deed paled in comparison to his later evil deeds, less than a millionth of a feather.

Volume 4, Chapter 8, Coming-of-Age Ceremony (Part 3)
: 9-22 4:50:57 Word Count: 7393

Wang Xiaoyin was stunned. He couldn't believe that there was such a beautiful, perfect woman in the world. He had thought that after his first love ended, he would never love another woman. But this thought was overturned by the woman on the crystal platform. A crazy, absurd thought flashed through his mind—I want to win her over, I want to marry her!
Wang Qinghe's beauty was truly indescribable; it was impossible to tell she was only eighteen, impossible to find even a single flaw. What Wang Xiaoyin found most irresistible was that everything about her was the perfect woman of his dreams, exactly the type he liked.
Mo Xin's mature beauty, Mi Xiang's alluring beauty, Liu Liu's graceful beauty, Xiao Wen's untamed beauty, Su Feifei's adorable beauty, Ruth's sexy beauty... all of these were perfectly embodied in her. Every smile and frown revealed the myriad charms of a woman. This beauty wasn't the most striking feature; more importantly, it was her indescribable, ever-changing aura that made it impossible to ever truly see her face. It was a feeling, a sense that beneath that exquisitely beautiful facade lay a thick wall of ice, keeping everyone at a distance.
"Why does such a woman exist? Why does she exist?" Wang Xiaoyin stared intently at the woman in the bright yellow princess dress on the crystal platform, muttering to himself incessantly.
Su Feifei had been observing him for a long time. Seeing his strange expression, she thought he was having another episode and became extremely anxious, constantly shaking his arm. "Look, her ceremony is almost over. Hehe, isn't my friend beautiful? But, she has someone she likes..."
"What?" Wang Xiaoyin's head suddenly swelled up, his mind screaming with madness and malice, "Who could be worthy of her? Who could she like? No way, no matter what, I have to pursue her, even if she's already married, even if my love is deeper than the legendary lovers Zhu Liang and my affection is deeper than the sea, I still have to win her over and make her my wife!"
Wang Xiaoyin was frantically thinking of a thousand vicious ways to steal the woman on the crystal platform, completely ignoring what Su Feifei was saying next.
Su Feifei continued, "...But, that idiot ignored Qinghe, making Qinghe sad for so long! Hey, did you even hear what I was saying?!"
"Oh, I was listening. Hmm, it's strange that they didn't invite a priest from the church to sprinkle holy water at the coming-of-age ceremony, but instead invited an old monk!" Wang Xiaoyin had no idea what Su Feifei was talking about and quickly changed the subject. In ancient times, the people of Coral Country were mostly Buddhists. In recent centuries, Western religions have made a major influx, finally establishing a foothold in large cities, and many ceremonies now involve church priests. However, in small towns and cities, people still deeply believe in Buddhism, a habit that even the Pope or God cannot change.
"That old monk is very famous; he's the abbot of the Drywood Temple in Paradise City—Master Drywell. I've heard his mystical arts are incredibly powerful, and those blessed by him are immune to all illnesses and can even ward off evil!" Su Feifei had heard Wang Qinghe mention him the day before yesterday, so she thought she knew a lot and showed off her knowledge to Wang Xiaoyin.
After hearing her say this, Wang Xiaoyin secretly observed carefully and indeed saw something extraordinary about him. Drywell recited a purification mantra, and Wang Qinghe, who was being baptized, gradually cleared her hazy, charming eyes, and a deep-seated melancholy and sorrow became even more apparent in her expression. The old monk gave a soft shout, his left hand holding the lotus seal, while his right hand swiftly formed the Heart-Cleansing Seal, Wisdom-Enlightening Seal, and Divine Protection Seal, transforming them into three golden rays that flew into Wang Qinghe's body.
Ordinary people, of course, couldn't see the golden light clearly; they only noticed that Wang Qinghe seemed much more energetic and happier, the melancholy temporarily gone, though a trace of sadness remained. Only a discerning eye could detect it, but Wang Xiaoyin saw it, further convincing her that Wang Qinghe had someone she liked, and that there were some issues in their relationship. This gave Wang Xiaoyin a secret thrill. A
wave of applause erupted again, marking the final part of the coming-of-age ceremony—blowing out the candles and cutting the birthday cake. At this moment, the universally known birthday song began to play, and Tang Beibei, smiling, pushed a nine-tiered cake cart onto the crystal platform. Only then did Wang Xiaoyin understand the purpose of her pale yellow dress today; it was to complement Wang Qinghe's bright yellow princess dress.
"Phew! I finally found you all. It's all Beibei's fault for dragging me to the secret room under the crystal platform; I almost missed eating cake with you all!" Xiao Wen came running up, panting, with fine beads of sweat on her nose, clearly exhausted.
Wang Xiaoyin, seeing Wang Qinghe, was in a good mood and chuckled, not wanting to disappoint her, and gently wiped the sweat from her nose. Xiao Wen was startled, then happily and shyly lowered her head, as if all the running had been worth it. The birthday music grew louder, filling every corner of the venue, and waiters pushed out slices of cake, serving them to the guests with both hands.
Xiao Wen chose a very small piece of chocolate cake, devoured it in a few bites, and then, in a cheeky and coquettish way, snatched the half-eaten fruit and honey cake from Wang Xiaoyin, slowly eating it with a grin. She even secretly licked the marks Wang Xiaoyin had left, feeling a bit like a thief, and thinking about it, her face flushed red again.
Sophie, rather clumsy, picked out a large slice of her favorite thick cream cake, but after nibbling for ages, she hadn't even finished a third of it. Seeing Xiao Wen so shamelessly seducing her "bodyguard," she was furious. She wanted to do the same as Xiao Wen and snatch the slice from Wang Xiaoyin's hand. However, she ate too quickly, and it got stuck in her throat, making her roll her eyes in discomfort. She grabbed Wang Xiaoyin, begging for his help.
Wang Xiaoyin, being the person he was, understood their intentions, but there was no need to spell it out; girls liked playing these mysterious games. But his immediate priority was to help Sophie get the food down her throat. Just then, a waiter passed by with a wine glass, and Wang Xiaoyin grabbed it and poured it into her mouth. Only after she finished the glass did Sophie finally catch her breath. Then she let out a burp, her cheeks as red as late autumn persimmons.
Wang Xiaoyin smelled the alcohol on her breath, along with a fresh pine resin scent, and knew something was wrong. He had assumed it was white wine because of its clear color, never imagining it was 45-proof gin. Wang Xiaoyin chuckled wryly, "Heh heh, I'm doomed, another drunkard is coming today!"
Xiao Wen smiled triumphantly, glancing at the slightly dizzy Su Feifei, looking like a knight who had just won a duel. She finished the last bite of cake, then took out a handkerchief and affectionately wiped Wang Xiaoyin's mouth.
Su Feifei, emboldened by the alcohol, threw a tantrum, refusing to eat any more cake. Head held high, her small mouth covered in cream, she made Wang Xiaoyin wipe it for her, her posture and expression resembling a little girl pleading with her mother.
Seeing Su Feifei's behavior, both of them were somewhat bewildered. Wang Xiaoyin thought for a moment and understood the key point. It seemed that many of her experiences were stuck in her childhood memories. Since her mother's death, no one had taken care of her; she had to live independently. A few years ago, when she met Ruth, their relationship was merely platonic, never particularly close. Now, Wang Xiaoyin's appearance had somewhat softened her closed heart, and the little girl was moved.
Of course, she'd wipe it off. Even without these deeper reasons, Wang Xiaoyin wouldn't have resisted her adorable way of acting cute.
"Oh, Fei'er, what happened to you? Haha, you look like a little kitten!"
A very pleasant and melodious female voice rang out beside them. Although it was laughing, there was no hint of sarcasm, just like the most intimate greeting between good friends.
Wang Xiaoyin wiped the last trace of cream from Su Feifei's lips before turning her head and seeing Wang Qinghe holding a glass of red wine. At this moment, she was covering her mouth, laughing so hard she was bent over, seemingly having never seen anything so funny. Behind her, a group of handsome young men were faintly following, wanting to come closer but not daring to, all glancing at Wang Qinghe out of the corner of their eyes.
"Hmph, what are you laughing at! If it weren't for your birthday today, I would have smeared your pretty face with mud!" Su Feifei was already slurring her words, nestled in Wang Xiaoyin's arms, and pouted at Wang Qinghe.
"Hehe, Fei'er, why are you so drunk?" Only then did she carefully examine Wang Xiaoyin. Like other women, she stared at him for a few seconds before realizing her lapse in composure. She coughed twice and asked, "Fei'er, who is this gentleman?"
Wang Xiaoyin smiled, but his heart was pounding with nervousness—a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time. He never imagined he'd ever feel nervous in front of a woman. He waited for Su Feifei's introduction, so he could formally chat with his beloved goddess, and then…
Su Feifei let out another hiccup, gave Wang Xiaoyin a dazed look, and then smiled at him, "Him? He's the lecherous bodyguard I told you about last time. Always lecherous, smooth-talking, and he just poured me a whole glass of gin."
Oh no, oh no, he couldn't understand why Su Feifei would introduce him like that. Wang Xiaoyin didn't think he'd ever offended this girl. How could she slander him like that in front of his perfect goddess? If there weren't so many people around, Wang Xiaoyin would have been tempted to kick her away! Sigh, for now, he'd just have to endure it.
Wang Qinghe's expression changed immediately; her previous charming and gentle demeanor turned icy. She stepped forward and pulled Su Feifei aside to prevent Wang Xiaoyin from taking advantage of his friend. "Then why did you keep drinking like that? Aren't you afraid he'll do something to you after he's drunk..."
"Hahahaha!" Xiao Wen laughed loudly, patting Wang Xiaoyin's shoulder in a very unladylike manner. "I didn't expect your loyal little girl to say that about you, did I? A lecherous bodyguard? That's a very nice title!"
"Hey, hey, no way! Don't wrong me like that. Fei'er, you were the one who choked on the cake, and I handed you a glass of 'lifesaving wine,' but I didn't make you finish it." Wang Xiaoyin felt wronged. Leaving a bad impression on the perfect goddess would be terrible; first impressions are very important, especially with a woman who has countless suitors. This feeling of gain and loss made him somewhat flustered, like a caught thief still trying to argue even when caught red-handed.
“My friend said a man should be responsible for his actions! Humph, Fei’er, I’m taking you to meet your parents. They miss you terribly; they were just looking for you everywhere.” Wang Qinghe coldly replied to Wang Xiaoyin, then pulled the unsteady Su Feifei away.
Wang Xiaoyin was stunned, wondering why those words sounded so familiar. He felt like he often said them himself. Seeing that Wang Qinghe wasn’t bothered by his appearance at all, he was even happier, thinking that this was the kind of woman he should pursue.
Su Feifei’s words were purely out of self-preservation; she didn’t want her best qualities to be discovered by her friends. That’s why she made a hasty, slightly derogatory remark about Wang Xiaoyin. And it wasn’t entirely unjust; it did describe his true nature—lecherous and glib. However, seeing herself being pulled away and separated from Wang Xiaoyin, she wouldn't stand for it: "Xiaohe, don't pull me! Where's he? Take him with you! He's been really good to me, always helping me with everything. Xiaohe, if you leave him behind, he'll be angry..."
"Hehe, you're the one saying all this. Look at how anxious you are, afraid someone will snatch him away?" Wang Qinghe couldn't help but tease her, unwittingly hitting Su Feifei's sweet spot. The girl who had been pretending to be drunk immediately stopped fussing and obediently followed her across the center of the plaza where guests were gathering, towards the Crystal Table, where Wang Yuanzhe was chatting with several important guests.
"Sigh, what a failure!" Wang Xiaoyin asked for an extra-large wine glass as a cup, filled it with Canadian ice wine, pulled up a soft chair, and sat at the edge of the plaza. [Xiao Wen from Wan Juan Bookstore,
to keep him company, also asked for the same extra-large wine glass, filled with the same amount of Bordeaux red wine as him.] Bordeaux, known as the "Queen of Wines," has a flavor that's very suitable for women. She wasn't worried
about getting drunk at all. Wang Xiaoyin would take a sip, and she would follow suit, always managing to keep the same amount in her mouth. "Wenwen, don't get drunk! If you see your grandfather or brother later and they say I tried to get you drunk, that'll be terrible. Even if I had nine lives, I couldn't escape the Xiao family's pursuit." A small table separated them. Wang Xiaoyin held her left hand with his left, his fingers mischievously caressing her smooth, soft hand.
Xiao Wen blushed and her heart pounded from his touch. She couldn't hear what he was saying, her eyes hazy as she stared at Wang Xiaoyin's face, drinking sip after sip in response to his challenge. She recalled the first time she met Wang Xiaoyin, how she had been infatuated with him then, the tender whispers he uttered when he put the pendant on her, the agonizing longing she felt after a month apart, and his selfless protection of her. She couldn't help but press her face against Wang Xiaoyin's hand, kissing the back of his hand with her thin, sensual lips.
"Whoa! Good sister, I caught you this time! Haha, still won't admit you're interested? This photo is incriminating evidence!" Xiao Ling, holding Lin Xiaoyou in one hand and a camera phone in the other, winked at Xiao Wen, a smug look on his face. This was his first decisive victory in their brotherly rivalry.
"You…" Xiao Wen was startled and embarrassed by her brother's shout. She had sharp eyes and saw the photo on the phone—it was of her passionately kissing him. "I'll smash you to death!"
In her haste, she grabbed a nearby plastic chair and threw it at him. It was so easy for her; she must do this often.
"Oh dear! Is this how you treat your brother? It's heartbreaking. There are only three of us in this generation of the Xiao family. My other cousin is always away, and this younger sister just returned from abroad, yet she's always shouting that she wants to kill her brother. Sigh, Brother Wang, I admire you so much, I'm so jealous of you." Xiao Ling lightly lifted his leg, easily blocking the flying chair with his foot.
Lin Xiaoyou laughed loudly, pointing at Xiao Ling, who was pretending to be miserable, and said, "This is your failure as a brother. If someone disturbed such a good thing, I would throw a grenade at them."
"Sister-in-law, you're not even married yet, and you're already helping your brother make fun of him. Humph, I won't help you anymore!" Xiao Wen was caught off guard by their sudden attack and had been at a disadvantage. She wouldn't have been in such a sorry state, but now her face was so red that she couldn't lift her head.
Wang Xiaoyin laughed heartily, his understanding of their relationship becoming clearer. Pointing to the empty seat beside him, he said, "Brother Xiao, Miss You'er, so you two knew each other all along. Come, sit here. When I first arrived tonight, I thought some guy had turned into a greenbottle fly on the cable car, seeing a fresh egg with a crack. Little did I know, the egg had already been targeted by flies."
"Haha!" Xiao Wen laughed, a hint of revenge in her voice. "My brother will definitely transform when he sees my sister-in-law."
"Pah! Men are all the same, what crack or not!" Lin Xiaoyou, upon hearing Wang Xiaoyin's words, immediately thought of a certain physical characteristic, her face turning as red as Xiao Wen's.
"Haha, hehe!" Xiao Ling leaned closer, asking in a very low voice, "Brother, you're a master! I admire you immensely! How did you figure it out?"
When Wang Xiaoyin first met Lin Xiaoyou at the Hilton Hotel in New York, he noticed she wasn't a virgin. Therefore, when she gave him her business card, he threw it away like trash, without even looking at her full name. Now, hearing their conversation, and realizing there seemed to be an engagement involved, he understood the situation even better.
"Feeling!" Wang Xiaoyin smiled mysteriously, of course not telling him the truth. Sometimes, even if you explained these secrets of observing women, others might not understand. At least he could tell Wang Qinghe was still a virgin, though a strange allure shone in her eyes, but none of that mattered. True love conquers all, and can forgive anything.
"Tch!" Xiao Ling, filled with disappointment, asked the waiter for wine, pointing to Wang Xiaoyin's glass and ordering two, the other one naturally for Lin Xiaoyou.
"Why such a big, tall glass?" Lin Xiaoyou didn't quite understand, and neither did Xiao Ling, but when he saw the two glasses placed together, the similar amount of wine left evoked a strange feeling between lovers, a subtle stirring of affection rising in their hearts.
Slow-paced dance music began, and the lights dimmed slightly, but the full moon in the sky didn't dampen the guests' enthusiasm for conversation. Those who disliked dancing, or hadn't found a dance partner, flocked to the edge of the square, seeking empty seats.
Just then, a tall, slender woman with delicate, elfin features, wearing semi-transparent blue crystal shoes, approached Wang Xiaoyin's table. She was graceful, with skin as white as mutton fat, and wore a light blue evening gown. The gown revealed nothing, even her snow-white arms were partially hidden within the wide, sheer sleeves. Her hair was tied back, and her only adornment was a tassel-shaped earring made of tiny black gemstones adorning her jade-like earlobes.
Her lips were thin and red, one side playfully and unruly slightly upturned, an expression of "what can you do about it?" She walked in like a gentle breeze, yet captivated the gazes and hearts of countless noble youths, and unknowingly, a string of handsome young men followed behind her. (

Volume 4, Chapter 9, Coming-of-Age Ceremony (Part 4)
: 9-22 4:50:57 Word Count: 7546)

Her lips were thin and red, one side playfully and unruly slightly upturned, an expression of "what can you do about it?" She walked in like a gentle breeze, yet captivated the gazes and hearts of countless noble youths, and unknowingly, a string of handsome young men followed behind her.
Seeing such a beautiful woman approaching, Wang Xiaoyin shook her head in disbelief, thinking she was seeing things. Only when she saw the teasing smile on her lips did she realize that this was not an illusion, but the real thing.
Wang Xiaoyin wasn't the only one showing surprise; the other three also wore the same expression.
"Hello, everyone. Stop staring like that, or your eyeballs will fall out. Are you surprised to see me back in heaven?" Her lips curled into an even wider smile; anyone could see she was smirking, or even laughing out loud. She pulled up a chair and sat next to Wang Xiaoyin, extending her delicate, jade-like hand to him with a smile. "Hello, I'm Xiao Rong, Xiao Wen's cousin. What's your surname, sir?"
Wang Xiaoyin stared at her soft, jade-like hand, then at her beautiful feet in her translucent crystal shoes, then at her white, jade-like ears. After carefully examining her black tassel earrings, he was completely certain that this woman was Lan Er, the one he loved to fondle her beautiful feet and hands, and suck on her beautiful ears. She said she was Xiao Wen's cousin—what was going on?
These thoughts vanished in an instant. He grasped Xiao Rong's outstretched hand, taking the opportunity to run his fingers across the back of her hand twice. The smooth, wonderful sensation further confirmed her identity as Lan Wangji. He then laughed, "Wang Xiaoyin! It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Xiao Rong!" He withdrew his hand, even sniffing it. Only he could pull off such a roguish act.
Xiao Rong, who had seemed completely unconcerned just moments before, now had a slight blush on her fair, jade-like cheeks. Wang Xiaoyin could even hear her pounding heartbeat, which seemed to be accelerating.
Xiao Ling, realizing what was happening, let out a series of strange cries: "Hey, what a coincidence! Luckily, I snatched a white card on the way, otherwise I wouldn't have seen my smartest and most capable sister. She wouldn't even come home if she went to heaven! Hey, girls these days, really..." He suddenly remembered something terrifying and quickly changed the subject: "Such an unconventional fashion, haha..."
Xiao Wen quickly interrupted Xiao Ling, speaking up for Xiao Rong: "With you nagging like that, who would dare come home? Rong-mei has her reasons. Rong-mei, let's ignore
her. Why did she come back without even calling beforehand?" "Judging from your expressions, it's like you don't welcome her back. And sister-in-law, look at your surprised expression, like you've seen a demon. Is Rong-rong really that scary?" Her lips began to twist to one side and downwards, making her look instantly pitiful, like a little girl whose most beloved doll had been snatched away, heartbreaking.
Lin Xiaoyou felt a chill and fear in her heart. She was more terrifying than a demon; at least a demon could spit out the bones after eating a person, but she didn't even spit out the bones. Lin Xiaoyou, who considered herself a business genius, had been suffering from Xiao Rong's misfortune since their first meeting, and every encounter was bad. Later, it became a habit; seeing Xiao Rong would trigger her migraines.
"Hehe, hehe, I'm just a little surprised. How could I not welcome you? Heaven is your home, not mine!" Lin Xiaoyou carefully responded, trying not to give her any leverage.
"Ah, I understand!" Xiao Rong exclaimed, leaning on the table, craning her neck between Lin Xiaoyou and Xiao Ling, looking back and forth. "You say this isn't your home? Did you break up with my brother?! Oh my god, it must be! You must think my brother is too stupid, you must have dumped him. My poor brother was so devoted to you, how could you be so heartless?"
Everyone was stunned. Xiao Ling started scratching his head, his face turning green. Where did this place belong?! Only Wang Xiaoyin laughed heartily. He knew Lan Er's tendency to feign ignorance and tease others all too well. This terrifying method often drove the cunning and gentle Lan San to the brink of rage, even causing her to lose control and argue fiercely. But when others were enraged, Lan Er would suddenly become pitiful, nodding and apologizing repeatedly, then vanishing in a flash.
"What are you laughing at?" Lan Er dared not be rude to Wang Xiaoyin, his bright, narrow phoenix eyes blinking rapidly, seemingly trying to convey some message.
"Miss Xiao Er, you'll scare them all away. Look, Brother Xiao Ling is already showing signs of running away." Wang Xiaoyin pointed at the restless Lin Xiaoyou and Xiao Ling, whose hands, which had been tightly clasped on the table, loosened, afraid that Xiao Rong would say something strange again. It turned out that their fawning words earlier were to avoid offending Xiao Rong.
"You...you can call me Rongrong, that's what my friends call me," Xiao Rong said softly and gently. Although she hid her feelings for Wang Xiaoyin well, the gentleness and tenderness in her words were easily noticeable. The two sensitive women in the throes of love indeed noticed the clues and glanced at Xiao Rong with obvious surprise.
Wang Xiaoyin knew that every Blue Demon had their own backstory, but he was too lazy to ask or remember; these things were usually handled by Xingzi. Therefore, he was quite surprised to suddenly learn that Lan Er was actually a young lady from the Xiao family. Xiao Rong
probably knew she had given herself away a little, but she didn't care much. At worst, she'd just be seen as a girl pursuing Wang Xiaoyin; after all, no one knew her true Blue Demon identity. She also ordered the same large wine glass as Wang Xiaoyin, filled with green mint liqueur. While drinking, she didn't forget to tease Xiao Ling and Lin Xiaoyou, who wanted to leave.
Xiao Rong declined dozens of young men's invitations to dance, downing most of her drink in one gulp, trying to maintain the same height as Wang Xiaoyin and Xiao Wen. Her eyesight was quite sharp; when she placed her drink on the table,
she was exactly at their level. Lin Xiaoyou and Xiao Ling noticed something amiss and quietly slipped away. If they got involved in their love triangle, they could get into all sorts of trouble later. They weren't stupid; they couldn't control it anyway, so they let them be.
"...Eeya eeya yo!" Tang Beibei, carrying the same large cup as Wang Xiaoyin, skipped over. Seeing Xiao Rong sitting next to Wang Xiaoyin, she stopped singing immediately and tiptoed away.
"Oh, isn't this Beibei? Why are you running away as soon as you see me?" Xiao Rong, who had been drinking too fast, exhaled a breath of alcohol and tugged at her sleeve with a smile. "Aren't you going to say hello to your sister?"
"Haha, you know my eyesight isn't good, I didn't see you. Sister Rongrong, when did you get back?" Knowing she couldn't avoid it, Tang Beibei immediately called out sweetly to her sister and sat down on the other side of Wang Xiaoyin, carefully keeping one person between them.
"Just got back! You've come at the right time. Stay here with Sister Wenwen, I'm going to dance with Mr. Wang. You two chat first." She smiled and quickly made an inviting gesture to Wang Xiaoyin, pulling him away.
Xiao Wen and Tang Beibei exchanged a glance and said in unison, "A threat! Another competitor!"
This was the second dance of the banquet, still with a slow tempo. On the dance floor, the two embraced and secretly shared a wet kiss. Xiao Rong's lips and tongue were still cool, carrying the refreshing scent of mint and lemon. She was panting heavily from Wang Xiaoyin's teasing, a far cry from her earlier mischievous and spirited demeanor. They had just engaged in a fierce battle in Furong City during the day, and after only a few hours apart, she was already aroused again.
"Ugh, oh, Master, no, it's not good if acquaintances see us." Xiao Rong gripped his sensual hand tightly, not daring to let him tease her too much. She knew she wouldn't be able to resist, and might even beg him…
"Lan Er, what are you doing in Heaven this time?" His tone was firm, gentle yet unyielding.
“Master, the Xiao family meeting is in two days, and all direct descendants of the Xiao family must attend. Although everything I have belongs to you, my status as a member of the Xiao family cannot be changed.” Xiao Rong whispered in his ear, still using her secret transmission technique, afraid that others would overhear.
“I wondered why your lips and Xiao Wen’s were so similar. So you’re cousins, hehe, how interesting!” Wang Xiaoyin finally understood after hearing Lan Er’s explanation, and then changed the subject.
“Sister Wenwen is Grandpa’s darling, unlike me, Grandpa runs away when he sees me. Alas, I’m so pitiful. Luckily, Master likes me, otherwise Rongrong would cry herself to death.”
“You naughty girl, if you’re pitiful, then no one will dare to live in this world.”
Wang Xiaoyin knew the meaning behind her words. Xiao Ling and Xiao Wen are the children of the eldest son of the Xiao family, while she is the second son. Only Xiao Ling will succeed her as the head of the Xiao family. So, naturally, she will leave the Heavenly Realm to run businesses outside the family, just like the current situation. Xiao Wen’s value naturally rises because of her brother. Xiao Rong, in the future, would inevitably have to marry into another family to strengthen her clan. But now it's different. She has become Lan Yao, and has the ability and confidence to escape this fate, if she so chooses.
"Hehe, Master, I won't cause you any trouble. You like Sister Wenwen, and I will do my best to help you. Actually, Grandpa also likes you very much. He even had the family's influence investigate your background, wanting to choose you as his son-in-law. However, all the information he found was false, and he's still worried about it!"
"Sigh, liking is not love. Now I don't know how to handle these relationships. Let me tell you, I've fallen in love with someone. Isn't that surprising?" Wang Xiaoyin transmitted her voice.
"Hmm... I understand. The person Master has fallen in love with must be Wang Qinghe, right? She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. However, we are both from powerful families and live in the same city, so I'm afraid it will be a bit troublesome." Lan Er was indeed cunning, understanding Wang Xiaoyin's thoughts immediately, and even began to think of solutions for him.
"Yes. You must know about Jiaojiao, right? Her family is in the military. Although I like her very much, I can't change the fact that she has to marry someone else. Sigh, I can't avoid these women from ancient noble families. If I truly wanted to marry one of them, there wouldn't be any problem, but I can't, which is why I'm in this helpless situation."
Lan Er knew that it was because of Jiaojiao that Wang Xiaoyin was avoiding so many women, hiding alone in the slums, playing online games like crazy, and only seeing Lan Yao once a month. Now he had just figured out that he should bring the women who were loyal to him together, but then the woman he truly loved appeared. It was a headache, a real headache. Even if Lan Er was as shrewd as he was, he couldn't come up with a perfect solution to marry both Xiao Wen and Wang Qinghe at the same time. And the two women Wang Xiaoyin liked, Ruth and Su Feifei, didn't have families, making it easy to take them in private.
"Master, don't rush. Why don't you settle things with Sister Wenwen first, eliminate any worries, and then marry Wang Qinghe... Then, I'll persuade the other members of the Xiao family to tacitly accept your relationship with Sister Wenwen. That way, you won't have to worry about Sister Wenwen marrying someone else."
Among the women Wang Xiaoyin has already won over are quite a few daughters of prestigious families. To ensure they can be his lovers without any worries, the Blue Demons helped them become heads of families, or the actual controllers of companies and groups. That way, no one would force them to marry.
"Choose the greater of two benefits and the lesser of two harms. I won't provoke prestigious families, but they come after me. Heh heh, I'll take it one step at a time. I'm not afraid of these bullshit rules!" Wang Xiaoyin's mind is no longer as naive as when he first came down the mountain. Multiple setbacks have made him mature step by step, and his understanding of women has become deeper and deeper. He doesn't usually cause trouble, but when he does, he's absolutely not afraid of trouble. If he were to meet Jiaojiao now, their ending would definitely not be as tragic as it is now. He would never care about the reputation of certain families, nor would he care about those rules. So even if Xiao Wen was someone he accidentally offended, and Tang Beibei was purely an accident, once the relationship escalated to an uncontrollable point, Wang Xiaoyin would definitely not run away anymore.
Yes, he could only take it one step at a time. Wang Xiaoyin and Lan Yao's power was now far greater than before. In the Coral Kingdom, apart from a few extremely powerful families, the Lan Yaos didn't take the other small and medium-sized families seriously. [
The song at Wan Juan Shu Wu ended, and Wang Xiaoyin, holding Xiao Rong's hand, returned to their original spot. There was no one there, only their two cups. It seemed Xiao Wen and Tang Beibei had left. "What are those two little girls up to? They actually ran away!" Wang Xiaoyin shrugged and smiled wryly, picked up his cup, and scanned the room, but didn't find them.
In a corner not far away, Xiao Wen was being pulled by Tang Beibei, the two of them half-squatting beside the table, peeking at Wang Xiaoyin's expression.] Seeing Wang Xiaoyin stand up and scan the room, Xiao Wen hurriedly said, "Look, he's looking at us. Should we go out?"
Tang Beibei shook her head and said, "Let him look around some more. If we don't urge him, how will he know how precious Sister Wenwen is?"
Xiao Wen had no choice but to let her be, and she also wanted to think about what Wang Xiaoyin would do next.
"Phew, it's good that he's gone. It'll be quiet now. Rongrong, I'm going to wander around. You can do whatever you want, but don't drink too much." Wang Xiaoyin patted Xiao Rong's shoulder, and seeing her obediently nod, he turned and left.
Wang Xiaoyin wanted to find Wang Qinghe or Wang Yuanzhe. He felt that the ring on his left hand must have suddenly changed because he heard Wang Yuanzhe's voice. As for Wang Qinghe, of course, he would launch an offensive. Although he had been pranked by Su Feifei, it didn't affect his performance.
On the way, he saw Li Junqi's wife, Little Ostrich, drinking and chatting with female friends. Wang Xiaoyin jokingly nodded to her, and to his surprise, she responded boldly. He was so excited that his beautiful eyes almost welled up with tears. The women around her also sized up Wang Xiaoyin, and seeing his striking good looks, they all gave him flirtatious glances. Wang Xiaoyin's vanity was satisfied, and he only left when he saw Li Junqi return with a beautiful dance partner.
Near the crystal platform, Wang Xiaoyin finally spotted Wang Qinghe. Sitting next to her was Su Feifei, her cute little face still flushed. She was holding the same large cup as Wang Xiaoyin, but filled with lemonade, and pretended to toast with others.
Groups of young single men boldly invited Wang Qinghe to dance, but were all ruthlessly rejected. Wang Xiaoyin was delighted and was about to go over when he saw Ye Zhicheng, the young master of the Qingye Gang, and Li Juncheng, the second young master of the Li family, sitting down opposite them without any politeness and engaging in pretentious conversation. Su Feifei immediately puffed out her cheeks in anger, and Wang Qinghe's expression suddenly turned cold; she even directly asked them to leave.
Wang Xiaoyin was now quite close. She hadn't expected Wang Qinghe to be so direct, and tentatively categorized her as a woman of strong likes and dislikes. Wang Xiaoyin chuckled strangely and walked straight towards them, stopping behind Su Feifei and Wang Qinghe, directly opposite Ye Zhicheng.
Ye Zhicheng's face turned extremely pale, a stark contrast to his previous cheerful and carefree demeanor. His gold-rimmed glasses even fogged up, probably due to the heat.
Wang Xiaoyin, of course, wouldn't let him off the hook, and sneered, "Oh, isn't this Young Master Ye? You've recovered quite well in just a few days. Modern medicine is truly amazing; someone with completely shattered bones can recover in ten days. It's incredible. Oh, you still don't look too good. Has your illness flared up again? Why don't you go out and rest for a bit?"
Nemesis! Disaster! Ye Zhicheng cursed Wang Xiaoyin inwardly. He pulled out a handkerchief, hastily wiped the sweat from his brow, and stood up, smiling, "Hehe, Brother Wang is absolutely right. I was just about to go out and rest. Everyone, excuse me, I'll have to leave for a moment."
Ever since his bones were broken and he was extorted for 800 million in compensation by the Xiao family, Ye Zhicheng didn't dare to provoke them again. When his father went to collect the money that day, the Xiao family had given him a serious warning—if he provoked Xiao Wen or sought revenge against Wang Xiaoyin again, he would be making an enemy of the Xiao family, and the Xiao family would spare no effort to eradicate everything the Ye family had in Paradise City, including their people.
That 800 million in compensation was the result of his and his father's years of business operations in Paradise City, even embezzling money from Ye's Jewelry Store. Just like that, it was swallowed up by the Xiao family. He had no reason to refute it, after all, the fault lay with him. The Xiao family had already informed the Ye family head of this matter, so there was no way to deny it, especially since he had committed the embarrassing act of robbing a girl's pendant.
So, as soon as Wang Xiaoyin arrived, he ran away. Otherwise, if a conflict arose, regardless of who was right or wrong, the Ye family's business in Paradise City would be completely ruined. Not only would the Ye family not care, but they might also be punished, since they were from a collateral branch of the family!
Li Juncheng, unaware of the situation, saw Ye Zhicheng run away and cursed him inwardly for being incompetent, actually being scared away by a third-rate celebrity's bodyguard.
"You're here! Look at my cup, it's the same as yours!" Su Feifei, feeling guilty, immediately stood up to greet Wang Xiaoyin when she saw him help her get rid of an annoying object.
Not only hers, but even Wang Qinghe was holding the same large cup. Wang Xiaoyin was right; trends and fashions need someone to lead the way.

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