Urban Shen Lang (Complete) - Chapter 35

Chapter 285 Reconciliation
Not only Shen Lang, but Su Muqing was also stunned by Zhang Zihan's words. What was originally a very serious and cruel matter suddenly became somewhat ridiculous after she said it—wanting to crash into someone's car and then setting conditions. Su Muqing was both amused and exasperated. She finally realized that Zhang Zihan was just a child, and only a child could say such naive things, and only a child could be so willful.
Hearing Shen Lang's reply, Zhang Zihan threatened, "You big bad guy, are you going to agree or not? If you don't agree, I'll drive the car right off the cliff and make you feel guilty for the rest of your life!"
As she spoke, Zhang Zihan had already driven the car to within 200 meters of Shen Lang. The two cars were almost visible to each other. Shen Lang could already see Zhang Zihan's slightly distorted face as she roared, looking like she was about to explode with anger.
Shen Lang naturally refused to agree to such an unreasonable and illogical demand, saying, "Tch, no way! I've never been threatened by anyone before! If you're so capable, then drive down the mountain. What does it matter to me if a thousand or ten thousand of you ignorant kids die?"
Su Muqing muttered softly, "Shen Lang, how can you say that? How can you talk to a child like that?"
Shen Lang slapped Su Muqing's long, fair legs again and whispered, "Don't interrupt, or you'll ruin my plans!"
Su Muqing blushed, feeling as if she had "humiliated herself" again, and almost wanted to slap herself. This bastard, taking advantage of her again!
"Shen Lang, you cold-blooded bastard, you said it yourself! I really will jump off the cliff! You're forcing me to my death! Don't regret it later!"
Zhang Zihan screamed hysterically. Many voices came through the public channel trying to persuade Zhang Zihan, but the girl seemed to be deafened by her anger and couldn't hear a word. Strangely, she didn't miss a single word of Shen Lang's words—"I regret it? What do you mean I regret it? You committed suicide, not me murdered you. Besides, the one who died wasn't anyone to me. Why should I regret it? That's ridiculous!"
Zhang Zihan was stunned for a moment, then roared, "You broke your promise! You just said I was your fiancée, how come you say I'm not yours? You went back on your word, you broke your promise, you started something and then abandoned it, you big bastard!"
Everyone almost burst out laughing when they heard this, and the tension of a fight to the death was completely destroyed. "Little Han, you're really something! Are you just desperate or speaking without thinking? But it seems a bit late to agree to be my wife now!"
Zhang Zihan blushed. She thought she had caught a flaw in Shen Lang's words, but it turned out she had dug her own grave, leaving her speechless.
At this point, the two cars were less than 100 meters apart on a rare straight road. Their headlights illuminated each other, making it almost impossible to see the road ahead. Zhang Zihan hurriedly raised a hand to shield her eyes from the glare. At this moment, an unexpected event occurred. Shen Lang had envisioned that when Zhang Zihan drove up, he would subdue her car like a wild horse, drag her out, and take her back, thus completing this arduous task. However, things didn't go as planned—Zhang Zihan, blinded by Shen Lang's headlights, failed to see a jutting cliff ahead and drove straight into it.
Three meters!
By the time Zhang Zihan saw the cliff, only three meters remained. Terrified, she frantically swerved the steering wheel, but it was too late. Although the Ferrari adjusted its angle, it still scraped against the cliff, producing a grating screeching sound and a burst of brilliant sparks, like fireworks.
Zhang Zihan screamed and slammed on the steering wheel. The unexpected finally happened: the friction from the cliff edge, the high speed, and the sharp turn caused the Ferrari to lose control, flip over, and spin out of control, rolling off the side of the mountain road. Zhang Zihan was terrified, her hair standing on end. She slammed on the brakes, but the car was already overturned, and the brakes were useless. Completely panicked, she screamed hysterically, as if she had seen a demon rising from hell, her soul seemingly leaving her body.
"Help! I didn't mean to jump off the cliff—help—"
Seeing this, Su Muqing was completely stunned, unable to even scream. Her eyes were wide open, motionless, her face deathly pale.
Shen Lang was also quite frightened. He had witnessed Zhang Zihan's condition firsthand, but his reaction was quick enough. He slammed on the brakes the moment the Ferrari scraped against the cliff, and with the help of his inner energy, brought the car to a steady stop in less than 1.5 seconds.
Shen Lang didn't have time to open the car door. He charged straight up, crashing through the roof and flying out. Ignoring the cuts from the broken metal, he planted his feet on the cliff edge, and with the immense force, he darted sideways like a bird, arriving almost in the blink of an eye. Just as the Ferrari was about to veer off the mountain road and begin its descent, he successfully grabbed the rear of the car, tearing five holes in it. However, the immense inertia from the Ferrari's nearly 150 km/h speed wasn't so easily dissipated. Shen Lang, having grabbed on hastily, couldn't exert any force and was dragged down the cliff by the immense inertia.
Zhang Zihan was surprisingly thick-skinned; she hadn't even fainted yet, just kept shouting "Help!" Her forehead was bleeding from where she had hit it, blood streaming down her face, making her look quite disheveled. Fortunately, the airbags had deployed, otherwise, she wouldn't have only suffered a forehead injury.
Shen Lang was suspended in mid-air, unable to find any leverage. He frantically grabbed the guardrail, but the force of the fall was too great, breaking the stone railing in two. A large section of the railing instantly disintegrated and crashed down, several pieces hitting Shen Lang and several others hitting the car before plummeting down the cliff. Shen Lang groaned as he was struck. The railing stones were long and narrow, but each one was twenty or thirty centimeters in diameter; it was impossible not to feel them when they hit him.
Shen Lang was also panicking, grabbing at anything he could. A small pine tree was uprooted, but the downward momentum showed no sign of slowing. Several times he grabbed onto protruding rocks, only to have them instantly torn away. The Ferrari slammed and scraped against the cliff face, sending sparks flying, and quickly fell more than thirty meters.
Zhang Zihan was nearly knocked unconscious by the jolting, and Shen Lang wasn't faring any better. The immense jolts and the pulling force almost made him vomit blood.
This couldn't go on; the further they fell, the faster they would go, and then they would surely die.
Shen Lang gritted his teeth, channeled his true energy into his left hand, roared, and slammed it into the solid rock wall. An indescribable scraping sound rang out as Shen Lang's palm pierced the hard rock, almost completely submerging his forearm.
"Ah—!"
A sharp pain shot through him, and Shen Lang screamed, feeling as if his arm was about to break. It was the combined force of a nearly two-ton Ferrari and its immense downward thrust. Fortunately, his bones were strengthened by the Bone Refining Technique; otherwise, the force would have torn him apart. Now, while his arm wasn't broken, it was likely cracked. The Ferrari finally stopped, hanging like a giant sandbag beneath Shen Lang's arm, swaying back and forth against the cliff, connected to him like a giant pendulum.
Zhang Zihan stopped screaming, because she was now trapped between the two airbags, making even breathing difficult, let alone screaming.
"Why is it suddenly so quiet?"
Zhang Zihan noticed this welcome fact, struggled to crawl out from between the airbags, and looked up.
What she saw shocked her. In the taillights, she saw a person clinging to the back of the car with one hand, the other hand wedged into the cliff face, dangling precariously. Shen Lang? Zhang Zihan was
astonished to discover that the person above was Shen Lang!
At this moment, Zhang Zihan realized that Shen Lang was in a much worse state than she was. His clothes were torn to shreds, hanging like scraps of cloth, and he was covered in wounds, especially his left arm, half of which was embedded in the rock wall, with blood constantly trickling down.
Zhang Zihan was stunned, not only because Shen Lang had saved her, but also because… his arm was stuck in the rock wall. Obviously, there couldn't have been a perfectly placed hole there. Had he crawled in? Was he Superman? And this heavy cart, he could actually… hold onto it firmly. Could that amazing cart-carrying man really be him?
Zhang Zihan stared blankly at Shen Lang, her heart filled with complex emotions. At this moment, she began to reflect on herself. Had she really made a mistake?
“Little Hanhan, how are you feeling?”
Shen Lang finally caught his breath. That struggle had almost broken his arm; that force was equivalent to hundreds of tons!
“Are… are you in pain?”
Zhang Zihan felt that her question was foolish, and tears unconsciously streamed down her face. "It's alright, but I don't think this is a good place to chat. Do you still want this car?"
"Why?"
"If you don't want the car, I won't bother carrying it up for you. To be honest, I'm a little injured, and carrying it up will probably be very difficult." "
A little injured?"
Zhang Zihan was a little dizzy. If this counts as a little injured, then what would be considered a serious injury?
"No, no."
Zhang Zihan didn't dare to say that she still wanted it; she was too embarrassed to say it.
"Okay, then I'll help you break the rear window, and then you can climb out, and I'll throw the car away."
"Okay!"
"Be careful with the broken glass!"
"Okay!"
Zhang Zihan found herself becoming extremely obedient, and to an enemy
no less. She began to ask herself, was he still her enemy? Shen Lang kicked out, striking the rear window of the car with a loud bang. The sturdy, almost bulletproof glass shattered instantly, but there weren't many fragments; it remained intact, falling into the passenger compartment. Zhang Zihan screamed and ducked her head between the two airbags, avoiding the broken glass.
Then, Zhang Zihan unbuckled her seatbelt and began to climb.
Zhang Zihan climbed with great difficulty, feeling weak and powerless, as if all her strength had gone to waste, perhaps from the screaming earlier.
Shen Lang wasn't faring any better. As Zhang Zihan struggled to climb, the Ferrari swayed back and forth, aggravating the injury on his arm, causing him to break out in a cold sweat – this was true agony.
Seeing Shen Lang's pained expression, Zhang Zihan felt a pang of sympathy. After all, she was just a girl not yet 17, only a little willful and mischievous. Seeing Shen Lang injured so badly because of her, she couldn't remain indifferent. All past grudges and hatred vanished just now.
"Are you in a lot of pain? Maybe you shouldn't save me anymore,"
Zhang Zihan said weakly. "
What nonsense! Hurry up! The longer you drag this out, the more I suffer!"
Shen Lang said impatiently.
"Oh, okay." "
Zhang Zihan, scolded by Shen Lang, felt not repulsion but rather a unique warmth and affection. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision, and the figure of the person above her became indistinct.
"Shen Lang, tell me, are you really the racing god?"
Zhang Zihan suddenly asked.
"Does that matter?"
"Yes, it matters!"
"Didn't I just tell you? If you don't believe me, what can I do?"
Shen Lang shrugged.
"So you really really are him!" Zhang
Zihan believed him without hesitation. At that moment, as if she had eaten spinach, all her strength returned, and she quickly climbed out of the car and grabbed Shen Lang's arm.
What a strong arm!
At this moment, Zhang Zihan felt that she was in the most romantic and dreamlike moment of her life. Her idol had saved her like a god descending to earth. His strong arm was full of power, as if it could grasp everything in the world.
At this moment, Zhang Zihan decided to grow up!

Chapter 286 Something Bad Happened
"Comrades, comrades, something terrible has happened! Miss Han's car has fallen off the cliff, and the car god was also taken down with him while trying to save Miss Han. Because there is fog below, we can only hear a loud crash and see a series of sparks. I'm afraid... I dare not say anymore. Everyone, please call the police quickly... Oh, no, I'm sorry, I forgot, there is no signal at the ancient road entrance. Now we can only pray..."
The first car enthusiast to arrive at the scene immediately posted the situation when the tragedy occurred, and the public channel was immediately in chaos—"What?"
"No way!" “
Oh my Lady Gaga!”
“My racing god—”
“My little Han girl—”…
Su Muqing awoke from extreme terror, no longer able to ponder how Shen Lang could have broken through the car roof and flown out. Her mind was now a kaleidoscope of colors, not just blank, but worse than blank. Before her eyes seemed to be a burst of fireworks, and in her ears, a cacophony of birdsong. Trembling, she opened the car door and stumbled towards it.
Su Muqing had never felt so afraid, nor so helpless. She felt as if she had suddenly lost two of the most important people in her life, as if her life had been emptied out, leaving her with no strength left.
Su Muqing leaned against the railing and looked down, but she couldn't see anything below the cliff. A thick fog enveloped everything, obscuring the view. Only two faint red lights could be seen, seemingly swaying constantly, but no sound of heavy objects falling to the ground could be heard.
Su Muqing was in despair and began to cry and scream in agony, but for some reason, she couldn't hear her own voice.
If someone were nearby, they would only see a beautiful woman crying in despair, unable to utter a sound, as if she were acting in a tragic pantomime.
The first cyclist to arrive cried out sadly, "Cycling God, Miss Xiaohan, may you rest in peace—"
Hearing this shout, Shen Lang was so angry he wanted to twist the guy's head off. He immediately yelled irritably, "Damn it, what's all the noise about? I'm not dead yet!"
"What? Not dead?"
The cyclist couldn't believe his ears and shouted in surprise and disbelief, "Really? You're really not dead? What about Miss Xiaohan?"
Shen Lang: "Shut up, you're ruining my mood for saving myself!" " I'm not dead, and your little Han isn't dead either. Mother and child are safe... Ugh, both are safe... What the hell does this have to do with childbirth..."
The fellow driver was overjoyed and pushed Su Muqing around, saying, "Sister-in-law, the racing god is not dead! He's not dead!"
Su Muqing was pushed to the ground, but she regained her senses and opened her teary eyes, saying, "What? He's not dead?"
"Yes, yes, it's a miracle! The racing god is actually alive!"
The fellow driver was also overjoyed and cried, rushing back to his car to tell everyone the news.
Upon hearing the news that Shen Lang was alive, Su Muqing suddenly felt as if her lost life had returned. She then realized she was drenched in sweat, utterly exhausted, as if she had just escaped death.
"Shen Lang, can you hear me?"
Su Muqing cried out anxiously, realizing she could speak again.
"Yes, yes, we're alright, don't worry, we'll be up soon!"
"That's good, that's good, hurry up!"
Su Muqing patted her chest, still shaken. A surge of joy welled up inside her; the intense happiness of something lost and found filled every cell of her body. Her heart pounded uncontrollably. Her tightly clenched fists finally relaxed, and she felt a burning pain in her hands—her nails had dug into her flesh.
Su Muqing wept with joy, tears streaming down her face. If she had any strength left, she would have loved to dance and shout with joy.
Announcer: "Comrades, comrades, fantastic news! Fantastic news! The Car God and Miss Han are safe and sound! They even said something to me just now! It's a miracle!"
"Wow—"
"Hooray!"
"Not a miracle, but a divine intervention!" "
I agree with the comment above, it's a divine intervention!"...
"Can you grab me?"
Shen Lang asked Zhang Zihan.
Zhang Zihan blinked her beautiful eyes, shook her head, and said, "It seems impossible. My body is still a little weak."
In the past, this sentence would have made Shen Lang think of something, but now he didn't have that thought. He said, "Then move over a little, let me use my legs to hold you. My arm is injured, I can't hold onto this car for too long." "
Use your legs?"
Zhang Zihan couldn't help but glance at Shen Lang's legs and found that his pants were almost torn to shreds by rocks or small trees, with only a few strips of cloth hanging on his legs. Especially there, his underwear seemed to be torn, almost completely exposed.
Shen Lang was struggling to maintain the car's balance and had no time to worry about his clothes. Seeing Zhang Zihan hesitate, he urged, "Hurry up, I can't hold on much longer!"
Zhang Zihan hesitated for a moment, then steeled herself and finally moved closer to Shen Lang's legs.
Unable to lower his head, Shen Lang could only rely on his senses to clamp Zhang Zihan between his legs, saying, "Hold onto my legs!"
Zhang Zihan complied, but suddenly found her face pressed tightly against Shen Lang's...that place. Through her tattered underwear, she could almost feel a hard, hot, and throbbing thing pressing against her face.
Zhang Zihan froze, too frightened to move. Although she had never experienced such things, she could imagine what it was, and she was instantly overcome with shame, her face burning and her whole body trembling.
Shen Lang, however, didn't notice any of this, as most of his attention was focused on maintaining his balance. Even the slightest sway of the Ferrari would make his arms ache for days, and now he could finally get rid of this behemoth.
Shen Lang released his grip, and the battered Ferrari plummeted like a boulder, accelerating relentlessly as it crashed into cliffs, small trees, and protruding rocks. Finally, it struck something with a deafening "BOOM!" and exploded into
a massive ball of flame, shooting dozens of meters high before resembling a comet with a long tail as it continued its descent. It took a full five or six seconds to finally land, making a loud crashing sound followed by another explosion.
Zhang Zihan turned pale with fright, thinking, "If I were still inside that car, I'd be burned to a crisp by now!"
Coming to her senses, Zhang Zihan clearly felt Shen Lang's manhood swell, and a unique aura she'd never experienced before washed over her. She felt incredibly embarrassed, her face burning even hotter. She wanted to pull away but dared not, fearing she would fall, so she could only continue to cling tightly to Shen Lang's leg, her breathing becoming rapid.
Seeing the violent explosion below, Su Muqing was terrified again. Even though they were on a cliff, she could almost feel the wild energy of the explosion and the scorching heat of the flames.
Once everything calmed down, Su Muqing shouted, "Shen Lang, are you alright?"
Shen Lang replied, "I'm fine, I just threw the car down!"
Su Muqing suddenly realized that simply asking Shen Lang seemed inappropriate, so as if to make amends, she asked again, "Xiao Han, are you alright too?"
Zhang Zihan weakly said, "I'm fine, Auntie. Auntie, I'm sorry!"
Su Muqing wiped away her tears and said, "This isn't the time to talk about this. Come up here and we'll talk!"
Zhang Zihan didn't speak, but secretly looked up. She saw that Shen Lang's right hand was gripping a protruding rock, while his left hand was trying to pull it out of the rock face.
Perhaps it was stuck too tightly, because every time Shen Lang tried to pull it out a little, Zhang Zihan could feel his body tremble and a large amount of blood flow out.
Zhang Zihan felt his pain deeply, as if she could almost feel it herself. Blood dripped onto her face, but she didn't wipe it away, nor dared to. Her heart ached terribly; she almost hated herself. If she hadn't been so reckless, things wouldn't have turned out this way.
"Shen Lang, are you... in a lot of pain?"
Zhang Zihan asked, her voice trembling with tears.
"No, it doesn't hurt!"
Shen Lang said with a bitter smile. "That was definitely a lie, but you can imagine what it feels like to have all the flesh rubbed off your arm."
Zhang Zihan shuddered violently. Just thinking about it made her tremble.
Zhang Zihan hated herself intensely. She opened her arms and hugged Shen Lang's legs, pressing her face against his crotch without any hesitation. She thought that the tighter she held him, the easier it would be for Shen Lang's legs.
But in reality, Zhang Zihan was wrong. What she did wasn't relieving Shen Lang's pressure, but rather increasing it. Her abundant tears seeped into Shen Lang's almost worn-out underwear, quickly becoming soaked.
Even the slow-witted Shen Lang noticed the unusual sensation below. He finally realized that Zhang Zihan's warm tears and her warm breath were seeping into his panties, creating an undeniably wonderful feeling.
Although Shen Lang had no intention of enjoying this unexpected intimacy, he couldn't avoid the sensation, yet he couldn't move Zhang Zihan away. In the current situation, the slightest carelessness could lead to danger. Shen Lang
was suffering, and Zhang Zihan was suffering too. She remembered watching a suggestive movie once, and how similar the Japanese woman's posture was to this situation! Zhang Zihan
was incredibly curious. What would happen if she licked it with her tongue?
Ah… what was she thinking? It was so embarrassing! Zhang Zihan could feel her body temperature rising rapidly.
But finally, unable to suppress her curiosity, Zhang Zihan stuck out her tongue and gently licked the torn part of her panties… It was so hot!
"Zhang Zihan, what are you doing!"
Shen Lang felt attacked and shivered involuntarily, almost letting go of her hand. He angrily shouted at her.
Zhang Zihan trembled in fright and said guiltily, "I'm sorry... I... I didn't mean to!"
Shen Lang didn't care anymore. What did it matter if it was intentional or not? Surviving and getting to the top was the most important thing!
With tremendous effort, Shen Lang finally managed to pull his left hand free, only to discover, to his dismay, that almost all the flesh on his forearm was gone, revealing the stark white bone. If he hadn't sealed the blood vessels with his inner energy, let alone the excruciating pain, the sheer amount of bleeding over that long period would have been fatal.
Shen Lang couldn't help but smile bitterly. Before the physical reconstruction, his body was so weak; a Ferrari could severely injure him. He wondered what his body would be like after the reconstruction—would it be harder than steel?
Shen Lang was eager to find out.
Without time to think further, Shen Lang said, "Girl, we should go up now, haha."
Before Zhang Zihan could even reply, she found herself being lifted up by Shen Yunzhong and held in his arms like a small child.
"Such a strong smell of blood! But it's thick enough, much thicker than Dad's!"
Zhang Zihan was somewhat intoxicated, seemingly having forgotten that just a few minutes ago they were mortal enemies. She opened her arms and hugged Shen Lang, pressing her body tightly against him, completely disregarding that her chest was almost naked.
Shen Lang exerted force with his hands, using the pull to propel himself upwards like a large bird. He tapped the rock face a few times along the way, finally exceeding the height of the cliff. Then, Shen Lang twisted his waist, changing his direction, and finally landed steadily on the mountain path.
A lot of people had already gathered on this mountain path. Seeing Shen Lang fly up like a god, they were all half-dead with fright. After a long silence, thunderous applause and whistles erupted, like the atmosphere of a famous singer's concert.
Su Muqing saw the two people who looked like they had been pulled out of the blood, and without any hesitation, she rushed over, hugged them tightly, and burst into tears.
Shen Lang carefully patted Su Muqing's back, but unexpectedly left several bright red handprints on her clean white top, so he dared not pat her anymore.
Unexpectedly, Su Muqing unabashedly pressed Shen Lang's large hand onto her body and then burst into tears, almost making Shen Lang laugh out loud.
Zhang Zihan was also thoroughly enjoying the moment; it would definitely be better if her aunt weren't around. This feeling of being the center of attention was simply wonderful.
Cars kept gathering, wanting to get a closer look at their idol, but there were just too many cars in front, creating a queue that stretched for a kilometer, resembling a massive traffic jam.
After crying her fill, Su Muqing stepped out of Shen Lang's arms and saw his arm, a bloody mess with almost no flesh left. She nearly collapsed in shock, wanting to touch it but too afraid to. Tears streamed down her face as she looked at Shen Lang through her blurry eyes and asked, "Does it hurt? It must hurt a lot, right?"
Shen Lang smiled and said, "It's alright. The acupoints are sealed, so I can barely feel anything."
Zhang Zihan couldn't help but glance at it, and gagged in shock. She weakly said, "Shen Lang, you…I…I'm sorry."
Su Muqing said irritably, "Now you know you're wrong?"
Zhang Zihan pouted and said, "Auntie, you're not the auntie I used to know." "Yes."
Su Muqing said, "What happened to me?"
Zhang Zihan said, "You're in love. You would never have protected a man like this before! Also, just now at the bottom of the cliff, you only asked how Shen Lang was, but you didn't ask me!"
Su Muqing blushed, took a step back as if to avoid suspicion, and scolded, "You brat, what nonsense are you talking about? You just came up and you're already talking nonsense. I should have known better than to let Shen Lang save you... Oh dear, let's go to the hospital quickly!"
Strangely, there were so many people here, but not many people were talking or taking pictures. The racing gang also has its rules, one of which is no taking pictures, but whether they took pictures privately is unknown.
Now that the racing god is injured and needs to go to the hospital, the sports cars blocking the road consciously moved aside, retreating and avoiding the road in less than a minute.
The three of them got into the roofless car, and when they saw the cracked gap in the roof, Zhang Zihan's scalp tingled: "Shen Lang, did you crawl through this?"
Shen Lang smiled without saying a word.
Zhang Zihan stuck out her tongue and sat in the back with Shen Lang. She claimed she was still feeling weak and refused to touch the steering wheel. Given the situation, Su Muqing had no choice but to drive.
It was Su Muqing's first time driving on such a dangerous road, and she was very nervous. However, she performed well and reached the ancient road entrance in less than half an hour.

(Chapter 287: Her face was burning hot.
) "Zhang girl, can you give me back that video now? I saved your life, and in return, you've gotten a great deal."
Shen Lang hadn't forgotten about the video.
Zhang Zihan's expression turned strange, seemingly a little guilty, apologetic, and helpless. After a long while, she finally mustered the courage to say, "No."
Shen Lang was surprised and glared at her, saying, "No? Didn't we reconcile? What else do you want?"
Zhang Zihan glanced at Shen Lang's bulging eyes and weakly said, "Because... that video isn't in my hands right now."
"What? Not in your hands?"
Shen Lang almost fainted upon hearing this and pressed, "Who did you give it to? You didn't give it to some paparazzi, did you? Are you that short of money?"
Zhang Zihan feigned a wronged expression and said, "I knew you'd think that! I may be willful, but I'm not that despicable, am I? You're really judging a woman by your own petty standards." "
Stop being sarcastic, tell me quickly, who did you give it to?"
Shen Lang's face darkened, and his tone was unfriendly.
"Why are you being so fierce?"
Zhang Zihan said unhappily.
"Fierce? Is this what you call fierce? If you don't explain clearly, I'm going to hit you!"
Shen Lang pretended to hit her.
Zhang Zihan cried out to Su Muqing for help, "Auntie, look! Shen Lang is going to hit me!"
Su Muqing was driving and didn't turn around, saying, "If you're not honest, I'd like to hit you too!"
Zhang Zihan said angrily, "So you two are in cahoots! You're definitely having an affair!"
Su Muqing blushed and scolded, "If you keep talking nonsense, I really will hit you too!"
Su Muqing said, "Hmph! What's so great about you? Now that you have a man backing you up, your tone is completely different!"
Shen Lang slapped Zhang Zihan's pert bottom and said with a dark face, "Tell me quickly, or you'll regret it!"
Although Zhang Zihan's bottom hurt a little from the slap, she also felt a strange pleasure, like an electric current running through her. It startled her, and she softened her tone, saying guiltily, "Actually... I don't know either, please don't hit me, I really don't know..."
"What?"
Shen Lang certainly didn't believe it; this was utterly absurd. "You gave someone such an important thing without even knowing who it was? Are you crazy?"
Su Muqing also found it unbelievable: "Xiaohan, what exactly happened?"
Zhang Zihan said anxiously, "Oh, I don't know how to explain it. Anyway, I just don't know. If I said it was a hacker, would you believe me?"
"A hacker? How did this get involved with hackers again?"
Su Muqing was naturally skeptical. "Xiaohan, tell me the truth, what really happened?"
Zhang Zihan put on an incredibly innocent expression: "Auntie, can you not be so self-righteous? I'm telling the truth. You adults are all like this; you never believe people!"
Shen Lang said, "Hey, Zhang, watch your mouth! Don't attack everyone at once. I didn't say I didn't believe you. Quickly tell me what happened."
Zhang Zihan then recounted the events in detail.
After listening, Shen Lang pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, it seems to be that person."
Zhang Zihan asked curiously, "Who?"
Shen Lang said, "It's the hacker you mentioned. She took the video from you and then sent me a ransom note."
"Extortion text message? You've been blackmailed?"
Zhang Zihan was surprised, then a little embarrassed. "It's okay, Shen Lang. This happened because of me. How much money does she want from you? My dad has plenty of money, we'll pay it for you!"
Shen Lang said, "If it were about money, that would be easy to talk about, but unfortunately, she doesn't want money."
After listening to Shen Lang's account of the whole incident, Zhang Zihan seemed quite certain and said, "Shen Lang, I think you must have offended some woman, but that woman accidentally found that thing on my computer and then used it to blackmail you. But I don't think she has any malicious intent; she just wants to make things difficult for you, it's just a prank."
Shen Lang smiled wryly, "I hope so! Mu Qing, take me home."
Su Mu Qing said in surprise, "To your house? Why? Aren't you going to the hospital?"
Shen Lang said, "No need to go. The hospital isn't as fast as I can treat myself. But I saw a pharmacy on the way, so buy me some herbal medicine."
Su Mu Qing asked, "Buy what?"
Shen Lang said, "Quite a lot... Han'er, write it down on your phone!"
"Oh, oh, oh, oh..."
Zhang Zihan hurriedly reached for her phone, only to find it gone. It had probably fallen off the cliff long ago.
Shen Lang checked his phone; it seemed to be missing too—that was almost certain, his clothes were practically hanging in strips, it would be strange if his phone hadn't fallen.
Su Muqing handed her phone to Zhang Zihan, who opened it and said, "Go ahead and say it!"
Shen Lang recited a long list of Chinese herbs from the prescription at the back of the Bone Refining Manual: tiger bone, musk, peony bark, rehmannia root, deer antler... Actually, they weren't anything particularly expensive, just herbs for promoting blood circulation and tissue regeneration.
The car drove at a leisurely pace, its roof riddled with a large hole, quite stylish indeed. Not only did it look stylish, but it was also quite cool to sit inside. The evening wind was blowing fiercely, which wasn't very comfortable for the two women, especially Zhang Zihan. She had just broken out in a cold sweat, and the wind made her feel chilly all over, causing her to unconsciously lean against Shen Lang.
But she couldn't bear to look at Shen Lang's bloodied and mangled arm. She leaned closer, but turned her head away, her posture incredibly comical.
Shen Yunzhong was amused and laughed, "What kind of role are you playing? The moves are pretty difficult!"
Zhang Zihan said, "You...that arm is too terrifying, I can't look!"
"Ugh! You're not just stupid, you can just close your eyes if you don't want to look! Is it really necessary to do such a difficult move?"
Zhang Zihan was stunned, then blushed, and said somewhat angrily, "I want to, I can practice yoga, is that not allowed?"
"Fine! Then continue!"
Shen Lang wisely didn't argue with the little girl, because she was too unreasonable.
"But I don't want to practice anymore now!"
Saying this, Zhang Zihan closed her eyes and snuggled into Shen Lang's arms. Soon after, she fell asleep!
In her sleep, Zhang Zihan seemed not to have recovered from the nightmare. Her body trembled occasionally, and her brows were furrowed, as if she were terrified.
Shen Lang couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he used his inner energy to stimulate her sleep acupoints, quickly putting Zhang Zihan into a deep sleep.
After buying medicine at a 24-hour traditional Chinese medicine shop along the way, Su Muqing, guided by Shen Lang, sped along and soon arrived at the courtyard.
To Shen Lang's surprise, Tian Qingya wasn't home, but he didn't think much of it, assuming she was busy with work and had slept at the company.
Shen Lang wanted Su Muqing to take Zhang Zihan back, but Su Muqing refused, worried that Shen Lang would be left unattended. She only made a phone call to the Zhang family to let them know she was safe.
Shen Lang smiled wryly; it's hardest to refuse a beautiful woman's kindness. He agreed to let Su Muqing stay and carried Zhang Zihan to Hu Luoluo's former room to rest.
Su Muqing asked, "What should I do now?"
Shen Lang thought for a moment and said, "Could you boil some water for me? I need to prepare some things for healing."
Su Muqing agreed, asked for the location of the kitchen, and went to boil water.
Bath therapy won't work with a bathtub; a specially made wooden tub is necessary for the medicinal properties to be fully utilized.
There are several large wooden tubs in the storeroom, all made of the finest sandalwood. One of them was the one Hu Tie used to give Shen Lang bath therapy.
During those days, Shen Lang was pushed to his limits by Hu Tie every day, then given a bath therapy, followed by a massage using Hu Tie's special techniques, and then a good night's sleep. No matter how tired he was the day before, he always felt refreshed the next day.
Unfortunately, things have changed now; Hu Tie is long gone. Thinking of this, Shen Lang couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. ...
Su Muqing boiled water and came over to ask Shen Lang what to do next. She saw that Shen Lang had already removed the tattered cloths and jumped into a large wooden tub about half his height, his lower body covered by the herbs.
Looking at Shen Lang's bare upper body, his muscles bulging and covered in scars, exuding a wild masculine charm, Su Muqing couldn't help but blush. She turned her face away slightly and said, "Shen Lang, the water's boiled. Now... what are we going to do?"
Shen Lang glanced at Su Muqing's flushed face but didn't point it out. He said, "Pour the water in. After you've poured it in, keep boiling. I need a lot of hot water here!"
Su Muqing was a little surprised and stammered, "No... shouldn't we pour in some cold water first?"
Shen Lang said, "No need for cold water. This bathtub is made of wood, so there's no way to light a fire. Otherwise, I would have just used a fire underneath. If I add cold water, how will the herbs steep? I find boiling water too cold!"
In fact, Shen Lang had used boiling water for bathing before, but he hadn't used boiling water from the beginning. Instead, he gradually increased the temperature each day. After a week, Shen Lang was basically able to adapt to the temperature of the boiling water.
At that time, Shen Lang's cultivation level was still very low, so taking a hot water bath required certain techniques. First, the water had to be filled, and then he would enter. Initially, he would wrap himself in a sheet or thin blanket and slowly enter the water, remaining as still as possible.
Once inside, the temperature of the hot water in direct contact with the skin would quickly drop to a level that the body could barely tolerate. The reason for remaining still was to prevent the hot water from flowing; otherwise, the skin would have to reabsorb some energy, and if it exceeded a certain amount, it would cause burns. While heat exchange still occurred within the hot water while remaining still, it was very slow, basically reaching a level that the skin could tolerate.
Of course, this was also related to Hu Tie's prescription. Before entering the water, Hu Tie would apply a special ointment to Shen Lang's body, which had a certain heat-insulating effect; otherwise, even ten Shen Langs would have been cooked long ago.
However, now that Shen Lang's Bone Refining Technique had reached the intermediate level, he could withstand the temperature of hot water and no longer needed any ointment.
Boiling water was a piece of cake for Shen Lang, but it was unbelievable for Su Muqing. It was simply against the laws of physics. Normally, even a little bit of boiling water would hurt her terribly, let alone being scalded with boiling water like this.
Su Muqing felt her tongue was tied in knots: "This...this...this won't...burn my skin off, will it?"
Shen Lang chuckled: "Hehe, do you think I'm an idiot?"
Su Muqing shook her head cutely: "Not really!" Shen
Lang was a little dizzy: "What do you mean not really? Your Uncle Shen is a shrewd man, would I let myself get burned? Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and pour the water in!"
Su Muqing spat and said coquettishly: "You brat, how dare you call yourself 'Grandpa' in front of your sister, don't you want to live anymore? I'll burn you to death!"
Su Muqing raised the kettle, but just as she was about to pour it on Shen Lang, her courage vanished, her hands trembled, and she almost closed her eyes.
Shen Lang asked in confusion: "What's wrong now?"
Su Muqing frowned and looked at Shen Lang, saying: "I...I'm afraid it will hurt you!"
Shen Lang pouted, stood up, snatched the kettle, and poured the boiling water on himself.
"Ah—you filthy pervert!"
Su Muqing immediately closed her eyes because she saw Shen Lang's private parts exposed.
Shen Lang then realized he wasn't wearing any clothes, chuckled, and sat down.
Su Muqing remained with her eyes closed for a long time, but the expected aroma of flesh didn't appear. She couldn't help but open her eyes, only to see Shen Lang looking at her with amusement.
"Beautiful lady, what are you standing there for? Go boil some more water for me! This isn't enough, I need at least four or five more kettles!"
Su Muqing blushed and spat, "Tch, shameless, you really think you're something special!"
But after spitting, Su Muqing obediently took the kettle and went to boil water. Actually, the beautiful woman's heart was still pounding. That fleeting glimpse, the first time she had ever seen a man's... well, it was huge...
Su Muqing found her face getting hotter and hotter, her steps quickening involuntarily, as if she wanted to escape...

Chapter 288 Uncontrollable Passion.
Kettle after kettle of hot water was poured into the large bucket. Su Muqing was surprised to find that Shen Lang always showed an expression of great enjoyment. Apart from his skin being slightly red, he showed no abnormalities at all. Not to mention being burned, judging from his expression, he even seemed to find the temperature too low.
Su Muqing finally accepted this unreasonable fact and kept cursing Shen Lang as a pervert in her heart.
Of course, this "perversion" doesn't refer to sexuality or temperament, but rather to physical abnormality.
However, in Su Muqing's opinion, this guy wasn't perverted in temperament, just too shameless and a bit of a hooligan. Only such a hooligan could have her, the rigid and proper teacher Qin Muyue, completely under his thumb.
The herbs quickly dissolved in the boiling water, and the strong herbal smell permeated the air, making Su Muqing feel a little uncomfortable. Every time she came in to add water, she had to cover her nose with a wet towel, otherwise she would really feel nauseous.
But Shen Lang seemed completely unfazed, his expression relaxed and content. Su Muqing asked, puzzled, "Hey, don't you... don't you find the smell unpleasant?"
Shen Lang smiled and said, "Do you think your cosmetics smell bad?"
Su Muqing replied, "Of course not! But how can these two things be compared?"
"Of course they are! If you observe carefully, many of your daily necessities and cosmetics are made with traditional Chinese medicine formulas. Think of toothpaste, soap, floral water, mosquito coils, shampoo, shower gel, and whitening face masks—you've probably seen plenty of those advertised on TV, right? Why is that? Have you ever thought about it?"
Su Muqing said, "Perhaps people think traditional Chinese medicine is greener, without those metallic elements or anything... Oh dear, I don't understand, do you?" Su Muqing
wasn't a professional; she only knew how to use them, not the principles behind them, only knowing what they were but not why they were.
Shen Yunzhong said, "Don't underestimate the heroes of the world. The person before you, I am the expert!"
"Tch! Just bragging, it's not illegal anyway."
"Alright, I didn't want to say this, but I can't stand being provoked. First, let me talk about the difference between chemical cosmetics and traditional Chinese medicine cosmetics.
Chemical cosmetics, as the name suggests, are mainly composed of chemical substances. Their biggest characteristic is that they work quickly, fading, whitening, and breaking down pigments. They can show results in a short period of time, even within minutes, allowing for some kind of intensive whitening before a blind date. However, what works quickly also goes quickly. Once you stop using them, you immediately revert to your original state, or even worse than before. In a sense, it's like drug addiction; you absolutely cannot stop, or you'll go from a radiant face to a postpartum face.
Traditional Chinese medicine cosmetics, on the other hand, have the same characteristics and pharmacology as traditional Chinese medicine." "It invigorates blood and qi, relaxes muscles and tendons, and regulates and unblocks the meridians. The key is the word 'regulates.' It takes effect slowly, gradually, but its advantage lies in its long-lasting effect, maintaining its effectiveness for a long time after discontinuation. Moreover, it has fewer and smaller side effects compared to chemical cosmetics. If you don't have enough patience, don't use it."
Su Muqing looked at Shen Lang with some surprise and said, "You seem to know a lot, but you're not a woman. Why are you researching so thoroughly?"
Shen Lang said matter-of-factly, "Can't I research it for my girlfriends?"
Su Muqing pouted, feeling a little jealous of this guy's girlfriends. Although he was a womanizer, he was still pretty good to women. For some reason, Su Muqing suddenly felt a little unconvinced and said, "Everyone knows what you're talking about. There's no need to research it." "In short, if you want beauty, all you need is money. Pearls and jade—just smear them on your face, and you'll be beautiful!"
Shen Lang laughed loudly. "Sigh, what can I say to you? Don't think that expensive things are good. On a mountain road, I'd rather ride a bicycle than a BMW. You say jade, right? What is jade? Frankly, it's just a piece of junk stone mainly composed of calcium magnesium silicate. It not only has no beauty or skin-nourishing function, but it will also corrode your skin! You say pearls, right? Actually, pearls are just a pathological product. Their main component is calcium carbonate, no different from the composition of oyster shells. If you eat them, at most you'll get some calcium, but they're ridiculously expensive; you might as well take calcium supplements! If you put them on your face, it's no different from smearing a layer of sand."
Su Muqing blushed slightly, seeing that Shen Lang's words made perfect sense. Dao, feeling a little guilty, said, "You're definitely talking nonsense. Do you think all those cosmetics on the market lie when they advertise?"
Shen Lang said, "They're practically lying. For example, many cosmetics claim their products contain collagen, hyaluronic acid, and stuff like that. That's utter bullshit. Anyone who studies biochemistry knows that collagen and hyaluronic acid are synthesized by the human body itself and cannot be directly absorbed from the outside. Why do they say that? It's just to trick you into spending money!"
Su Muqing naturally refused to believe it, saying, "You're talking nonsense. I've used so many, and the effects have always been great. If you don't believe me... touch it. My skin is so smooth and shiny!"
Shen Lang chuckled, "Do you really want me to touch it? Hehe!"
As he spoke, Shen Lang extended his bony left hand.
Su Muqing shrieked, "No way! I was just... saying, just giving an example!"
Shen Lang chuckled, "I know you want to give an example. Let me tell you the truth, your skin is good simply because you're getting enough nutrition and are healthy in body and mind. As long as you're healthy, there's no reason your skin shouldn't be good. As for how you feel your skin is soft and smooth after applying those cosmetics, hehe, that's just an illusion. Even if you just put water on your face, it will temporarily feel soft and smooth. What does that have to do with cosmetics?"
Shen Lang shook his head and smiled, his expression clearly saying that Su Muqing was an idiot.
Su Muqing was furious and raised her voice, "Can washing your face with just water keep your skin this smooth all day?"
Shen Lang said, "Beautiful lady, you can't be so ignorant! Don't you know that all those so-called cosmetics contain a chemical substance? It's definitely not the natural moisturizing factor advertised, nor is it hydrolyzed collagen, carob extract, seaweed extract... none of it. It's just ordinary glycerin. Moisture can't escape, but your skin can't breathe either, and melanin can't be properly released. In the long run, hehe, you know what the consequences will be. Besides, there are all those cosmetics, fragrances, pigments, preservatives, bactericides... tsk tsk, they're all skin killers! Only the most basic traditional Chinese medicine doesn't have any of these dangers. Beautiful lady, are you interested in trying it?"
"Pah, you little rascal! I don't want to..."
Su Muqing was scared away, her heart pounding even after she ran into the kitchen. Was it really as he said? Did that mean she had been slowly murdering her skin? No, that's terrifying!
Su Muqing was lost in thought and filled with anxiety in the kitchen when the whistling of the kettle woke her.
She absentmindedly carried the hot water over, even forgetting to cover her nose with a towel.
Shen Lang looked at Su Muqing; she looked so much more haggard and pale after just one round. Could it be? Had he really scared her?
In fact, Shen Lang had mostly been exaggerating, but it had unexpectedly frightened Su Muqing so much.
Seeing Su Muqing's tired and exhausted appearance, Shen Lang felt a little guilty and said, "Muqing, why don't you go rest next door? I'm fine here for now."
Su Muqing was taken aback, sensing the deep concern in Shen Lang's words. Her face flushed, and she said, "Okay, I'll go rest first. Call me if you need anything."
"Okay!"
Su Muqing went to rest, and Shen Lang began to use the medicine to repair his injured arm.
Unlike treating others, Shen Lang's self-healing didn't require converting his true essence into the most primordial energy of heaven and earth. Instead, it was directly converted within his body, nourishing damaged areas like a nutrient solution from a science fiction novel, allowing muscles and skin to regrow at a visible speed.
Abundant true essence surged from his bones and meridians, frantically absorbing the essence of the herbs and transforming it into various nutrients and substances needed by his body. Shen Lang's exposed forearm began to grow rapidly.
Although it was slow, careful observation revealed muscle growth. Blood vessels, tendons, muscles, and skin seemed to materialize from thin air, layering over the exposed bone, accumulating densely and solidly, like laying a foundation.
Soon, Shen Lang noticed something unusual. The newly formed muscles and skin were clearly different from the original. He could clearly feel the difference in density. If the original muscle density was like wood, then the newly grown muscle density was like stone.
Shen Lang gently pressed his right hand against the surface and found that it felt no different from his original skin. It wasn't as hard as a rock; on the contrary, it was much more elastic.
Shen Lang tried to scratch it with his fingernail, but surprisingly, his fingernail bounced off. His fairly sharp fingernail didn't leave any mark!
Was it really that tough?
Shen Yunzhong put his arm in his mouth and bit it, finding it was like biting into the most flexible and softest nylon plastic rope—he couldn't hold on at all, and it would slide to the side with the slightest bit of force.
Shen Lang suddenly became interested. He saw a glass on the table next to him, reached out his right hand, and the glass was instantly sucked into his hand. With a gentle squeeze, the glass shattered into pieces.
Shen Lang picked up a relatively sharp shard and gently scratched it. His skin didn't react at all, and the broken glass didn't encounter any resistance. Shen Lang didn't believe it and immediately increased the pressure, but the situation was the same. His skin felt like it was being scratched by a cotton swab—no pain, and no damage whatsoever!
"Could this be... the strengthened flesh and skin?"
Shen Lang was somewhat excited. This was truly a case of destruction before construction! He then focused on repairing the remaining parts.
Soon, Shen Lang discovered that his internal energy was insufficient, and a feeling of emptiness and exhaustion washed over him. Shen Lang thought to himself, "It seems that strengthening isn't something that happens without effort; it requires a large amount of true essence."
Just as the true energy in his bone meridians was depleted, just like last time, the mysterious petal on his chest activated again, injecting abundant true essence into Shen Lang's body...
Three hours later, Shen Lang finally finished. His left arm had fully recovered, with a clear line separating it from the original skin. The new skin was noticeably whiter and more tender, radiating a unique luster.
Suddenly, a bold idea surged into Shen Lang's mind: could he use this method to strengthen his entire body?
Destruction before construction! Shen Lang remembered that there was such a phrase in the Bone Refining Technique. Did this mean that only through complete destruction could there be a chance to rebuild? Was this what the ninth level of the Bone Refining Technique, "Rebuilding Flesh," meant?
Although there are generally no shortcuts in cultivation, Shen Lang felt that it was only because no one had discovered it yet. Why did so many predecessors die at this stage? It was because this step was extremely dangerous; the slightest mistake could lead to death.
But if the process were divided into several parts, like now, first rebuilding an arm, then a thigh, then the abdomen, sternum, neck, and even the brain, then the body could be rebuilt piece by piece instead of the whole body at once, thus breaking down the danger and avoiding most of it.
Shen Lang became more and more excited as he thought about it. He really wanted to try it immediately, but unfortunately, his internal energy was almost completely depleted, and he lacked the strength. He had to temporarily abandon this plan. You can't get fat in one bite; you have to take it slowly.
Shen Lang finally exhaled a breath of stale air and stood up. The wounds he had sustained last night had disappeared, although the new skin on the wounds was a little light in color. Apart from some energy deficiency, everything else about him was normal.
Shen Lang tried moving his newly grown arm and felt no discomfort, finally putting his mind at ease.
The sky was already beginning to brighten, a thin ray of dawn enveloping the earth, with a slight morning mist.
Cars and voices began to appear on the streets, probably early risers trying to make a living. No one wanted to get up early, but the whip of life kept lashing, forcing everyone to turn like a tightly wound spring, completing one cycle a day.
Shen Lang thought of Su Muqing and strolled to the next room. He saw Su Muqing lying on the bed fully clothed, without even taking off her shoes or covering herself with a blanket. Her beautiful figure was clearly visible, as if exquisitely sculpted.
It seemed Su Muqing was ready to answer Shen Lang's call at any moment, avoiding any delays.
Su Muqing was so kind! A wave of emotion welled up in Shen Lang's heart.
Looking at Su Muqing's pretty face, her delicate features as serene as a lake, her disheveled hair framing her face, exuding a strong, languid femininity, Shen Lang couldn't help but feel a surge of attraction, and he couldn't resist quietly walking over...

Chapter 289 Feeling Great.
Xia Jing is neither a coastal city nor a plains city; it's located on the so-called second tier of terrain, at an altitude of about 1500 meters, a standard plateau city.
Plateau cities have very distinct climate characteristics; even in the hottest summer, the temperature at night is quite low, with a diurnal temperature range generally exceeding 10 degrees Celsius, reaching 15 degrees Celsius on rainy days.
It was around four or five in the morning, just before dawn, the coldest time of day. Su Muqing wasn't covered by a blanket, and felt a slight chill. She instinctively hugged herself, curling up into a ball, looking pitiful.
Shen Lang felt a little touched, but also a little sorry for her. What a simple-minded, silly woman! Couldn't she have taken off her shoes and gotten into bed? Even if I called her, would it have taken up more time? And she's a restaurant owner, not shrewd at all!
Shen Lang gently walked over, lifted Su Muqing's legs that were dangling by the bedside, and carefully took off her shoes. He inadvertently touched her slender, snow-white feet, about the size of his palm, small and delicate. The graceful curves extended naturally along her arch, with rounded toes, beautiful ankles, and a foot so slender it seemed one could hold it in one hand.
Shen Lang's heart raced inexplicably. He thought those small feet were so beautiful, so beautiful that his heart skipped a beat. He couldn't help but reach out and gently grasp them in his hands, slowly stroking them. They were small and exquisite, soft and smooth, almost flawless, like a piece of natural jade, faintly exuding a refreshing fragrance.
Shen Lang couldn't help but admire them in his heart. What beautiful little feet! He never thought human feet could be so beautiful. He didn't know if it was because he hadn't observed them closely before or because Su Muqing's feet were just too beautiful, but Shen Lang suddenly felt an urge to kiss them.
"Wouldn't that be perverted?"
Shen Lang hesitated. "But they look so beautiful!"
Those little feet seemed to radiate a unique magic, making Shen Lang's heart pound. He put the little feet down and then picked them up again, repeating this three times. Finally, he couldn't resist the magic anymore and bent down, slowly approaching those delicate feet.
The closer he got, the faster Shen Lang's heart pounded, and the more distinct and intense the subtle fragrance emanating from her small feet became. Shen Lang didn't know what kind of scent it was, but it was hundreds of times better than the usual sandalwood, musk, or floral fragrances. It was fresh and delicate, lingering around his nose, refusing to dissipate. Shen Lang almost felt his body trembling.
Finally, he touched the soft, supple skin of her small feet. Just that light touch made Shen Lang feel as if he had been struck by lightning; his whole body trembled. The skin was delicate and soft, like kissing a beautiful woman's fragrant lips.
"Mmm—"
Su Muqing, who was already half-asleep, was startled by the touch and couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her body shifting involuntarily.
Shen Lang was startled. He couldn't let this stolen fragrance be discovered, so he reluctantly put down Su Muqing's small feet, gently covered her with the blanket, and only after making sure she hadn't woken up did he quietly leave the room.
Unbeknownst to Shen Lang, while he was caressing the woman's bound feet, the woman was having a sensual dream.
Su Muqing saw Shen Lang soaking in the scalding hot water, a look of pure enjoyment on his face, accompanied by a lewd, infuriating smile… Su Muqing wasn't sure what kind of smile it was, but it just felt incredibly irritating, so she'd call it a lewd smile for now.
Looking at Shen Lang's expression of enjoyment, his almost exaggerated manner, as if he were showing off or defying him, Su Muqing suddenly felt incredibly cold. A chill crept into her body from all directions, making her already thin clothes feel even more inadequate, almost weightless. She unconsciously hugged herself, but it didn't seem to help much; she still shivered uncontrollably.
When did the weather become so cold? Su Muqing couldn't understand. It was almost July, the hottest time of the year!
"Cold? If you are, jump in and take a hot bath, I guarantee you'll feel better!"
Su Muqing heard Shen Lang extend an invitation, but his expression was so lewd and suggestive that she really wanted to punch him a few times.
However, he was indeed quite manly, with his strong, thick chest, muscles and scars all over his body, and that smile that was both annoying and amusing. Su Muqing felt a little intoxicated and forgot that it was a tub of bubbling hot water. She resolutely jumped into the large wooden tub, which was about half her height.
The hot water gradually submerged her body, but Su Muqing didn't feel that it was too hot, just like lukewarm water, which gradually warmed her body.
The large wooden tub was spacious enough to seat three or four people, but that guy insisted on sitting very close to her. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, but there was no further action. They were just leaning against each other, like classmates sitting on the same bench in elementary school.
Su Muqing found herself feeling no resistance whatsoever, letting him sit beside her, leaning against her, his body pressing against hers.
Suddenly, that annoying guy grabbed her little foot, kneading it incessantly, even trying to kiss it.
Su Muqing was mortified and embarrassed, protesting softly, "Hey, aren't you... disgusted?"
The rogue replied, "Will a breast be dirty when it's covered by a bra? You don't walk barefoot every day!"
Su Muqing was speechless, unable to find a retort, and could only helplessly let the little rascal play with her little foot, watching him kiss it.
Finally, they touched. Su Muqing felt an unbearable tingling sensation, stimulating her to tremble all over. She involuntarily twisted her body, moaning, "Mmm—"
For some reason, Su Muqing saw Shen Lang shudder, quickly remove her foot, and without a word, jump out of the tub and flee in a disheveled state.
Su Muqing was somewhat surprised, and then felt a little disappointed. "You little rascal, why are you running away? They weren't going to do anything to you!"
As soon as Shen Lang fled, Su Muqing felt the water in the wooden tub cool down considerably, and the racing heartbeat abruptly stopped.
How nostalgic!
Then, Su Muqing woke up.
She found the quilt covering her, her body warm and cozy. Then she noticed her little feet were unnaturally curled.
"Ah—"
Su Muqing remembered her dream. Could it be…?
Su Muqing realized something had actually happened, her face flushed red, and she muttered under her breath, "You little rascal, you actually tried to take advantage of your sister!"…
Shen Lang escaped the room, jogged around the street, and bought some daily necessities and breakfast.
Now, he was doing relaxation exercises in the yard, stretching his muscles and checking his new arm.
Suddenly, Shen Lang jolted awake. He had dropped his phone. If the extortionist sent him another text message, wouldn't he miss it?
What if he didn't receive the money and couldn't meet her demands, and she went public in a fit of anger?
Headache!
Shen Lang shook his head with a wry smile. He could almost picture the female extortionist's frantic reaction when every one of her demands was ignored.
Forget about it. Like he always said, he'd deal with whatever came his way. He wasn't God; there were always things beyond his control. ...
After waking up, Su Muqing didn't go back to sleep. She lay in bed for a while to calm her racing heart, then quietly got up.
Going to the outer room, Su Muqing noticed the toiletries on the table, and even a few simple cosmetics, though they didn't seem new.
Su Muqing thought, he has a girlfriend; perhaps those cosmetics belonged to "one" of his girlfriends. Damn it, what a womanizer!
"Tch! You think you can make up for my innocence with such small favors? Dream on!"
Although Su Muqing was muttering curses under her breath, she was still slightly surprised and touched. She hadn't expected this little rascal, besides being mischievous and cheeky, to be such a thoughtful person. However, he had some strange quirks—he actually liked to kiss women's feet! How perverted… At least, shouldn't he ask for permission before kissing someone's feet?
Shame on her! How could she have such thoughts? Su Muqing wanted to slap herself.
After washing up, Su Muqing leaned against the doorframe, watching Shen Lang perform many strange and difficult movements. His body twisted at incredible angles, the movements endlessly varied. It wasn't gymnastics, nor Tai Chi; it seemed to be some kind of health exercise like the Five Animal Frolics.
However, Su Muqing had seen the so-called Five Animal Frolics before; it looked more like gentle aerobics done by old men and women, its movements far less strange and difficult than Shen Lang's.
It was supposed to be yoga, but it was so intense, like boxing, even creating a slight gust of wind that made the flowers and plants in the yard sway… Well, let's just say he was boxing!
Suddenly, Su Muqing saw Shen Lang's left arm… Could it be?
Shen Lang was only wearing a short vest, his thick, powerful arms clearly visible, without a single missing piece. They were even more intact than a healthy person's!
This far exceeded Su Muqing's expectations. It was one thing for flesh to grow back overnight, but to leave no trace of injury?
Could he… be a monster?
Thinking this, Su Muqing shivered violently, a soft gurgling sound involuntarily escaping her throat, like the grinding of teeth when someone is terribly cold.
Although Su Muqing didn't believe in monsters, this was too supernatural—a new arm growing overnight, no, half of it! Only in science fiction could such a thing happen!
"Are you cold?"
Shen Lang didn't turn around, nor did he stop punching. He said, "But it shouldn't be like this, it's the hottest time of the year! But... women are different from men, they have those few days every month, it's normal to feel cold. There are clothes in the closet in that bedroom, you can find something to wear, they're all my girlfriend's, don't be shy."
Su Muqing's face flushed. Pah, you're the one who's had those few days!
"Who's cold? I... I'm just a little... hungry."
Su Muqing felt she had found a good excuse, and finally felt relieved. He wasn't a monster, what kind of monster was that wicked?
"Hungry? Of course you are, you were with me until midnight last night, no wonder you were hungry!"
Su Muqing's face turned even redder. How could he talk like that? Who was "with me until midnight"? You little rascal, trying to take advantage of me indirectly!
"There's food in the kitchen: soy milk, juice, fried dough sticks, bread... Pick whatever you want. I didn't know your breakfast habits, so... I bought a little of everything. There's no milk though, though. Milk prices are tight lately. Your breasts are already big enough, you probably don't need to get any bigger." "
Tch, you little rascal!"
Su Muqing turned and ran to the kitchen. She wasn't angry, just a little resentful. Did this jerk talk to every woman like that?
Such a tactless guy!
On the kitchen table were not only several breakfast items, but also a newspaper. Su Muqing glanced at it curiously and discovered her own picture!
What was going on?
Seeing the photo clearly, Su Muqing broke out in a cold sweat. It was from last night's car-carrying incident!
The photo was taken with great care and intrigue; the composition wasn't centered on the man under the car, but rather on the beautiful woman inside.
The camera's resolution was high; even at night, it captured Su Muqing's face and expression clearly. In the photo, she frantically covered her eyes with her hand—a natural mosaic effect, protecting her privacy. It was clear the newspaper was cautious in choosing the photo—a harmonious society, after all, harmony is essential everywhere.
The photo was intriguing, and the caption made Su Muqing blush: "Perhaps every woman hopes to find a man who will carry her through traffic."
What a gossipy reporter and newspaper!
Su Muqing put down the newspaper and turned her attention to the food. After hesitating for a long time, she finally reached for the small basket of soft-looking fried dough sticks.
Su Muqing's feelings were complicated. She had never eaten fried dough sticks before, not only because of her enviable figure but also because of a natural distrust of the safety of fried food.
But today, looking at those fried dough sticks, she suddenly wanted to try them.
It was indeed very fluffy, soft, and fragrant, with a chewiness that bread could never have.
Eating the fried dough sticks and then taking a sip of soy milk, my mouth was filled with a wonderfully fragrant, sweet, and refreshing taste—far better than bread and milk!
Maintaining a good figure, fried food, oil, cholesterol… all went to hell, swirling in my mind for a few seconds before being banished.
Su Muqing found it unbelievable that a food she used to avoid like the plague was… so interesting, making her mouth water!
Before long, the small basket of fried dough sticks had magically disappeared!
So full!
Su Muqing was stunned, then broke out in a cold sweat. That was at least ** sticks!
It seemed she had broken another good habit, eating breakfast to the point of being stuffed—an unforgivable mistake in the past.
Su Muqing suddenly found it amusing, feeling that she had experienced the most incredible night and morning of her life—a tense and exciting night, a beautiful and peaceful morning, like a dream, not real at all.
But this feeling… well, it was really good!

Chapter 290 Love Turns to Hate After
seeing Su Muqing and Zhang Zihan off, Shen Lang rushed to the mall, eager to buy a new cell phone.
It wasn't because he was afraid his "female enemy" wouldn't be able to find him, but rather because making a call was inconvenient. In today's world of ubiquitous cell phones, public phones on the street are increasingly unpopular.
In Shen Lang's memory, male-male couples in TV shows and movies almost always used cell phones when strolling the streets; public phones were only used in special circumstances, such as kidnappers extorting money.
Why was this? Because cell phones were too easy to track down; kidnappers would only use their own phones if they were desperate. But if IP cards were ever required to be registered under real names, kidnappers would probably have a real headache.
Walking down the street, Shen Lang felt like something was missing. Could it be the feeling of not having a cell phone? It had been six or seven years since he bought his first cell phone, and he was practically inseparable from it, especially during those two years as an extra. He dared not be without it; a role could easily be taken away while he was showering.
Some say that living in this information age, we are all electronically bound, with computers as the primary kidnapper and mobile phones as the secondary. Over time, the kidnapper has become marijuana; we can't work without computers, and we can't survive without mobile phones.
However, for Shen Lang, his mobile phone is the true primary kidnapper. He doesn't know much about computers; at most, he just watches movies and plays games online.
He inserted his newly issued SIM card into the phone, turned it on, and listened to the pleasant startup music. It felt like a long time since he'd heard it.
Less than a minute after booting up, Shen Lang received his first text message. It was from the operator: "Dear xxxx user, welcome to xxxx…"
Shen Lang curled his lip. In his opinion, the real meaning of that sentence was: Welcome to our bottomless pit of phone bills. Here, you will enjoy the worst service in the world for the world's most expensive price. I wish you a depressed mood!
"No way?"
Another text message!
When Shen Lang saw the content of the text message from the next day, he almost popped his eyes out—You big bad guy, you seem to have stood me up last night! But I heard you seemed to have run into some trouble and were even in the newspaper, so I'll forgive you this time. I want to see you at Yanziji Park at 10 a.m. today! Remember the condition, don't take a car, I can see you! There's plenty of time, don't try to be late. I've set the video to upload on a timer. If I don't see you when the time comes... you know what will happen.
Damn it, is this ever going to end?
Shen Lang was about to explode with anger. Damn it, he still didn't even have a number, clearly leaving him no room for negotiation, not even the option to curse back!
The other party can insult you and order you around without restraint, and you can't even talk back, you can only obediently do as they say, like a puppet in their hands. Is there anything more frustrating than this?
"Ah—"
Shen Lang couldn't help but shout. He was really angry. When had he ever been so frustrated?
But as a result, this shout didn't dispel his frustration. Instead, it startled several young girls passing by him. They stared at Shen Lang with wide eyes, as if he were a monster.
Shen Lang blushed, hurriedly apologized, and then quickened his pace to leave.
After he calmed down, Shen Lang suddenly felt a little envious of those so-called hackers. They hid behind some computer, tapped a few keys, and could manipulate others at will. They were really damn good and powerful! ...
Shen Lang helplessly started running. It was already 8:30. Running to Yanziji Park, which was 30 kilometers away, in an hour and a half... That would be quite difficult for an average person.
Summer days are long, and by 5 a.m. it's already bright. Anyone still exercising at 8:30 a.m. would likely attract attention. So, Shen Lang was surrounded by onlookers, and some even took pictures.
Shen Lang thought to himself with a self-deprecating smile, "Some people will definitely think this guy forgot his wallet and has no money for the bus to work, so he has to run.
" (A few days ago, the author saw a post on Tianya where a guy said he forgot his wallet, had no money for the bus, borrowed from many people, and received countless glares and distrustful looks, finally managing to borrow 2 yuan from a fellow villager. That guy sighed, "A society rife with scammers is truly terrifying; it has completely destroyed the basic trust between people!") Shen Lang felt incredibly frustrated, but he could only keep running forward.
Another text message arrived—"You big bad guy, when you pass this intersection, turn left. There's a small graphic design company fifty meters west." Have them make you a small sign that says, "What I'm holding up isn't a sign, it's an apology." Then take the sign and hold it up at Yanziji Park. If you don't hold it up... in case people can't see you, your video will...
Damn, this girl is really vicious. Dare to "not hold it up"? Of course I'll "hold it up"! I don't want to be a eunuch!
Shen Lang is now finally certain that he has offended a woman, but who is it?
Zuo Qiuyan?
For some reason, his first instinct tells Shen Lang that this person is Zuo Qiuyan! As for Zuo Yiqing... the possibility is extremely small. No other woman would play this trick on him like this.
It's still early, why not confirm first? If it's confirmed it's not Zuo Qiuyan, then he'll honestly go to Yanziji Park. Doing nothing is too frustrating, and it's really not in line with my personality!
The reason that hacker (let's assume it's Zuo Qiuyan) could see his whereabouts is probably because she hacked into the city's road surveillance system, so shaking her off is actually quite simple.
Shen Lang went into a shopping mall and bought a new outfit, then changed into invisibility mode. After one minute of invisibility, Shen Lang was already downstairs at Starry Sky Infinite Company, 5 kilometers away.
A text message arrived: I'm warning you, don't try anything funny, or you'll be ruined!
Shen Lang finally felt a little better. That hacker must be very frustrated to have lost her target, right? Haha!
Shen Lang used his divine sense to search the Starry Sky Infinite Company's office area but didn't find Zuo Qiuyan.
Zuo Qiuyan wasn't at the company, was she at home?
Shen Lang naturally remembered the address Zuo Qiuyan had given him. That invitation that day had indeed tempted him, but unfortunately, it was delayed because of that big event.
Ten minutes later, Shen Lang arrived at the entrance of the residential complex where Zuo Qiuyan lived.
The complex seemed to have very strict security, with electronic surveillance and security guards patrolling.
However, these were useless to Shen Lang. Soon, he arrived at Zuo Qiuyan's building and spread his divine sense. Sure enough, he found Zuo Qiuyan in a room on the second floor.
What was even more interesting was that Zuo Qiuyan was the only one in the entire villa with dozens of rooms. It was estimated that she hadn't recalled all her bodyguards and nannies after dismissing them to welcome Shen Lang.
So, Shen Lang entered the villa unnoticed and appeared in Zuo Qiuyan's room.
Zuo Qiuyan was lying on the bed wearing a thin nightgown, leaning against the soft blankets, with her laptop resting on her long, shapely legs.
The position was undeniably beautiful; her legs were arched high to support the laptop, the nightgown barely covering half of her thighs, and her black lace panties were clearly visible, even revealing the outline of her private parts.
My god!
Shen Lang felt an urge to have a nosebleed; this scene was just too... too damn alluring!
At this moment, Zuo Qiuyan seemed somewhat anxious, her slender fingers flying across the keyboard, occasionally letting out sighs, seemingly surprised and troubled.
Shen Lang was still invisible, but his invisibility time was limited, only about 30 seconds left. Taking advantage of this time, Shen Lang went over to see what Zuo Qiuyan was doing; he could tell at a glance whether she was the hacker.
What he saw shocked him! At this moment, Zuo Qiuyan's laptop screen displayed several surveillance feeds, clearly showing intersections of various major traffic routes. Zooming in slightly, the faces of pedestrians could even be clearly seen!
Without needing to look further, Shen Lang concluded that the mysterious female hacker was 99% Zuo Qiuyan; otherwise, a senior manager like her wouldn't have this... So much leisure and inclination to infiltrate the city's traffic system and observe pedestrians on the street.
Hackers play with technology, so the best way to deal with technology is brute force, unless your technology is better than theirs!
Shen Lang chuckled coldly, found the network cable, and easily cut it off.
Soon, Zuo Qiuyan found that the surveillance screens on her computer had gone black!
Huh? What happened?
Zuo Qiuyan started typing furiously again, her fingers almost blurring through the air, showing how fast she was!
Something's not right, how could those useless traffic monitoring departments have discovered my intrusion?
Something's not right!
The next moment, Zuo Qiuyan found that even the network was disconnected!
What happened? Could she have been targeted by someone even more powerful?
Instantly, cold sweat poured down Zuo Qiuyan's back, her fingers frantically tapping on the keyboard, hoping to find some clue that she was being watched.
Unfortunately, she found nothing.
Could the opponent's skills really be so high that she couldn't detect them? While she might not be a top expert, she shouldn't be this bad, right?
At this moment, Zuo Qiuyan felt a wave of frustration wash over her. Indeed, there's always someone better. It seems she was too arrogant before, narrow-minded and underestimating the masters of the world.
Zuo Qiuyan felt strange and muttered to herself, "What is their purpose? Why haven't they made any further moves? Is it just a warning?"
At this moment, Shen Lang was almost laughing his head off. Hackers are indeed very good and powerful, but for them to make such a basic mistake—mistaking a disconnected network connection for an attack—is hilarious!
Shen Lang's invisibility time was over, and he finally revealed himself, like a deity in a TV show, only without the white mist.
"Ah—"
Shen Lang's loud laughter startled Zuo Qiuyan, causing her to scream loudly until Shen Yunzhong covered her mouth with his hand.
Zuo Qiuyan finally calmed down, her large, bright eyes blinking as she looked at Shen Lang, utterly shocked and incredulous, as if she had seen a vengeful ghost.
"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"
Shen Lang smiled, then released Zuo Qiuyan's mouth.
"You...I don't...but how did you get in? How did you know it was me? Are you human or a ghost? What do you want?"
Zuo Qiuyan, now free, bombarded him with questions, looking incredibly nervous.
"Well, haha, I can't say. But can you give me back that video now?"
"Dream on! You bastard, how did you treat me back then? Have you forgotten? If it were you, would you forgive yourself so easily?"
"Huh? What? What did I do back then?"
Shen Lang feigned ignorance.
"Playing dumb, huh? I have evidence of your innocence here. My phone has an automatic recording function!"
With that, Zuo Qiuyan pulled up the audio file, and the two of them began talking—"Shen Lang, it's already 8 PM. You're an hour late. Don't you think you deserve a reasonable explanation?"
"Qiuyan, would you believe me if I said I forgot about it?"...
"I'm not in Xia Jing, I'm out of town!"
"Out of town? Really?"...
"You beg me to come over, or we're done!"
"Beg you? Are you kidding me? No way! Whether you come or not is up to you. If you don't come, I'll have more peace and quiet!"...
"Of course! You're ungrateful, so I'll be ungrateful too. I was so good to you before, I've just treated you like a thankless wretch. You wait and see, if you don't come to apologize to me in person within three hours, I'll completely sever ties with you..."
Shen Lang was stunned. What kind of phone is this? It can even record audio in real time! That's insane! So he said somewhat resentfully, "Fine, fine, you win. You even kept the 'evidence.' But Qiu Yan, isn't this revenge a bit too harsh? I'm curious, how did you know Zhang Zihan had my video?"
Zuo Qiu Yan said smugly, "If you don't want people to know, don't do it in the first place. I found it by accident, which shows even the heavens are on my side. This proves how much you're hated by both heaven and man!"
Shen Lang shrugged and said, "That's not true." "Well, now that I know it's you, it shouldn't matter, right?"
Zuo Qiuyan sneered. "Is it that easy? Don't you know every hacker's computer has a custom-built system? What good is it if you steal my computer? You can't even access the hard drive, let alone get the video!"
Shen Lang said, "Can't I just remove the hard drive?"
Zuo Qiuyan nodded, looking at Shen Lang with a mocking gaze, and said, "Of course you can, but do you think I'm stupid enough not to know how to back it up? Let me tell you, I've already saved a copy in the most secure cyberspace in the world. Even if you throw my computer into a steel furnace and burn it, it won't do you any good!"
Shen Lang was at a loss, gritting his teeth, "You're ruthless! What exactly do you want?"
"I don't want anything, just hold up this sign and walk around the street for a bit!"
"Damn, you're really holding a grudge! Qiu Yan, tell me, isn't this love turned to hate?"
"Pah! Shameless, who loves you?"
"If you don't love me, then why do you hate me so much? Haven't you heard people say there's no love without a reason, and no hate without a cause? What else could hatred between a man and a woman be besides family feuds and national grudges? Naturally, it's love turned to hate. Tell me, what family feuds or national grudges do I have with you?"
"Yes! You bullied my sister Yi Qing, isn't that a family feud?"
"Uh..."

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