Chapter 287: Offended
The mont Jiang Gaoxuan fled like a frightened dog, Shao Wanwan also froze and her expression twisted with disbelief.
That voice just now—it sounded far too familiar.
Now, staring at that face… she was sure.
It was him.
From the way he called out to Luo Qingqian, there was unmistakable concern in his voice. And Luo Qingqian’s reaction? It was equally telling—she clearly cared deeply for him too.
A terrifying thought struck her like lightning.
Could it be… her ancestor was interested in Luo Qingqian?
It wouldn’t be the first ti. The ancestor had a twisted taste for righteous sect beauties. First Bian Suwen, now Luo Qingqian.
Shao Wanwan felt smug just minutes ago, having swindled a massive paynt from Jiang Gaoxuan. She’d been imagining how impressed the ancestor would be once he learned of her accomplishnts.
And now?
She nearly screwed up his grand plan. Her heart thumped with panic. There was no way she could go up and apologize—not with the ancestor’s identity at stake.
She did the only thing she could.
She ran.
Faster than she’d ever run before, Shao Wanwan vanished into the woods, not daring to look back.
And just like that, the scheming duo—Jiang Gaoxuan and Shao Wanwan—bolted one after the other, fleeing like startled rats.
Wang Haoran watched their retreating figures and let out a silent, amused chuckle, and his lips curled ever so slightly.
He originally planned to co in like a classic hero, unleashing his overwhelming power to rescue the damsel in distress. It would’ve been a great show.
But the mont he recognized Jiang Gaoxuan and Shao Wanwan, he gave up that idea entirely.
Those two? They fled at the re sight of him. No need for theatrics.
So instead, he completely concealed his aura, hid his True Qi, and simply appeared like a harmless, clueless mortal.
If he’d gone in guns blazing, Luo Qingqian would’ve definitely asked him to help dispel her poison using True Qi. He could do it easily—he had the Internal Energy and skills to do so.
But that’s the kind of move a protagonist would pull.
He wasn’t the protagonist. He was a villain—charming, dangerous, and always a few steps ahead.
Across from him, Luo Qingqian stared blankly in the direction where the two had vanished. Her brows knit in confusion as her eyes shifted back to Wang Haoran.
He wore the perfect expression—one of surprise and cluelessness.
“Who were those people just now? Why were they running like that? They looked like characters straight out of a wuxia drama!” he asked, eyes wide with innocence.
The question montarily threw Luo Qingqian off. She instinctively extended her senses and realized—there was no trace of True Qi on Wang Haoran at all.
No. It couldn’t have been him who scared them off… could it?
But still… sothing felt off.
Why would Jiang Gaoxuan and Shao Wanwan flee like that? She couldn’t wrap her head around it, and right now, she didn’t have the luxury of ti to think. Her condition was rapidly spiraling out of control.
Her body trembled as the poison was nearing its peak.
“You… co closer,” she whispered, eyes shimring with unspoken need. She looked at him, voice soft, but laced with a desperate undertone.
“What’s wrong?” Wang Haoran stayed exactly where he was, playing the part of an innocent passerby to perfection.
“Co here. I’ll tell you.” She smiled.
A smile that could topple nations. A smile she would never wear under normal circumstances.
But this wasn’t normal. The poison had taken hold.
Still, Wang Haoran didn’t budge.
Then—whoosh—a wave of Qi wrapped around his body. His feet left the ground.
He was pulled forward—unwillingly, but irresistibly—until he hovered right in front of her.
“Forgive , Young Master,” ca a breathless, sha-laced whisper.
The last thing he saw before she closed the gap was her beautiful face, inches away, eyes swirling with a cocktail of guilt, longing, and desperation.
—–
Night fell.
Inside a luxurious villa, the atmosphere was thick with anxiety.
Bian Suwen and Qiu Qianwei sat in the living room, faces clouded with worry.
Luo Qingqian had left that morning—and now it was night and still, no sign of her.
Qiu Qianwei kept pacing back and forth. “What if she lost her temper and hurt him?”
She ant Wang Haoran, of course.
“Maybe she broke his legs? Or whipped him? Or did sothing… even worse?”
The fears weren’t unfounded. Luo Qingqian was like the acting head of the house while their parents and eldest sister were away. She was powerful, impulsive, and highly protective of them.
And her martial strength? Terrifying.
Compared to her, punishing soone like Wang Haoran would be as easy as flicking a fly.
Beside them, Bu Feiyan and Ji Shuiyao weren’t as tense—but they still looked uneasy.
They’d seen Wang Haoran fight. They knew his strength was nothing to scoff at.
But even so… against Second Sister?
He’d be on the receiving end for sure.
And Liu Yue? She was just as concerned—but her worry ca from a different place.
Her role wasn’t that of a sister.
She was his master’s wife.
If sothing happened to Wang Haoran, how could she face his master?
The five of them sat in various states of silent dread, each lost in their own thoughts.
Finally—click.
The sound of the door.
All eyes snapped toward the entrance.
But it wasn’t Luo Qingqian.
It was Lin Chen.
The little brother strode in, arms full of takeout containers.
“Third Sis, Fourth Sis, Fifth Sis, Sixth Sis, Seventh Sis—it’s dinner ti!” he bead, setting the food down in the living room.
He’d been hanging around the villa all day. When Luo Qingqian didn’t co back, he figured the girls hadn’t eaten. So he brought food.
After all, they’d skipped two als already.
But no one reached for the food. Instead, they stared at him with narrowed eyes.
A shiver ran down his spine. He shrank back instinctively.
“Chenchen…” Qiu Qianwei’s tone was icy. “Never knew you were such a gossip. You love tattling now?”
“What? No! Second Sis asked , I had no choice!” Lin Chen put on his most innocent face.
“Oh? Did she twist your arm? Hold a knife to your throat? Force it out of you?”
He had no answer.
Bian Suwen didn’t even speak. She turned and quietly walked into the kitchen.
When she ca back, she held a broom.
Lin Chen’s eyes widened in horror.
“Fourth Sis, Fifth Sis, Sixth Sis, help!” he cried out.
Bu Feiyan, Liu Yue, and Ji Shuiyao all looked away and pretended not to hear.
Bian Suwen reached him in a flash.
He bolted.
But he was only eight years old—short legs, no stamina.
She was a grown woman with long legs and fire in her step.
She caught him easily.
Thwack!
The broom ca down on his exposed forearm.
Lin Chen hissed in pain and sucked in a sharp breath, and froze.
His arm had a red mark, which shouldn’t be possible as he had a special body. Even knives couldn’t cut him. Pain, sure—but injuries?
Never.
Not until now.
What the hell? His mind reeled.
This was… new.
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