Starting by Winning the Sister-in-law's Best Friend Chapter 143: The Temptation of the Girl in Blue

Standing in front of Li Chuan was a woman of breathtaking beauty.

Her eyes were as deep as autumn waters, carrying countless stories within their gaze, captivating anyone who dared to et them, leaving them utterly enchanted!

Her flowing azure dress and hair dancing in the wind made her seem like a celestial maiden descending to earth, making others feel a sense of inadequacy.

Looking at this face so close to him, Li Chuan felt a surreal sensation, wondering if he was seeing things because he'd drunk too much.

"Young man, drinking so much and not using an umbrella in the rain—are you troubled by sothing?"

The woman's voice was like a mountain spring, clear and lodious, striking straight into one's heart.

Li Chuan was montarily speechless, just staring dazedly at the woman before him.

He had thought that Yang Xin'Er, Ma Yuanzhi, and Song Zihan were already incredibly beautiful, but he didn't expect to et a goddess!

"I'll give you this umbrella and share so words with you: there's no obstacle in this world you can't overco."

The woman smiled gently at Li Chuan, a trace of tenderness in her smile.

Instinctively, Li Chuan reached out to take the umbrella, still feeling the warmth from the goddess's hand and a faint, elegant fragrance.

Just as the umbrella left his hand, a young man in a black Zhongshan suit stepped forward to hold the umbrella for the woman, exposing himself entirely to the rain.

However, this bodyguard seed very respectful toward the woman, maintaining a distance of one ter.

The woman took a step back and said with a smile, "By the way, what's your na?"

"I'm Jiang Qingru, clear as in the purity of washed tassels."

After speaking, the woman turned her head slowly, her smile radiant enough to outshine every flower.

Soon after, escorted by the bodyguard, she got into a Maybach, and the motorcade quickly vanished into the misty rain.

Holding the umbrella, Li Chuan couldn't get the image of the woman out of his mind.

"Such an unparalleled beauty exists in the world!"

Jiang Qingru's beauty could make any other woman pale in comparison.

With the umbrella in hand, he slowly walked in the rain.

Upon arriving ho, it was Song Zihan who opened the door for him.

"Hmm? You reek of alcohol, Li Chuan. Have you gone astray, even picking up drinking?"

They say alcohol muddles the senses, and after drinking, Li Chuan couldn't help but think of the azure-clothed woman when he saw Song Zihan.

Song Zihan was also wearing a low-cut cerulean camisole dress, her fair and tender body barely concealed, and her ample bosom heaving provocatively, quickening his heartbeat.

Song Zihan naturally noticed Li Chuan's intense gaze and blushed, playfully chiding, "You're all wet; let help you take a bath first."

Li Chuan let Song Zihan guide him into the bathroom and help him undress.

The warm water drenched him, also soaking her cerulean nightgown.

The thin nightgown clung tightly to her body, accentuating her firm, towering peaks, her skin white and smooth, flawless, and his breathing grew rapid.

Under the influence of alcohol, he felt as if Song Zihan transford back into the azure-clothed woman!

"Zihan, you... you should go out for now."

Li Chuan stood respectfully, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Song Zihan, however, seed unconcerned, lathering so body wash onto her hands and holding Li Chuan, her body pressing close: "Why so shy? We've seen it all; it's just that we haven't tried it in the bathroom yet..."

Li Chuan: "..."

Song Zihan's quirky nature was truly endearing, one of the reasons Li Chuan was so taken with her; he felt relaxed and at ease with her.

He looked down at Song Zihan's charming face and moist lips, then kissed her directly.

Song Zihan responded passionately.

Soon, the sounds of their breathing and an enchanting lody filled the bathroom.

An hour later, Li Chuan stopped; he'd been holding Song Zihan in midair, a position demanding much physical strength, typically lasting two hours, but he'd exhausted himself in just one hour.

Afterward, Li Chuan carried Song Zihan back to bed.

"Li Chuan, that was amazing; I felt like I was ascending, soaring among the clouds. Tell , who is smoother, or my sister?"

Li Chuan fell silent—why do girls love comparing these things?

"You're both smooth; it's just the layout inside that's different," Li Chuan quipped.

"You're terrible, talking about layouts now!" Song Zihan retorted playfully.

Since his ti with Song Zihan, newly initiated, every encounter brought fresh experiences.

Yet in Li Chuan's mind, the image of the rain-drenched azure figure resurfaced, prompting him to kiss Song Zihan again.

After a long, passionate kiss, they started another round.

After two rounds, Song Zihan was utterly exhausted, soon drifting into a sweet slumber.

It must be said, that after dual cultivation, sleep improved significantly.

Li Chuan lay in bed, activating the Lingxi Mutual Sensitivity Technique.

Each dual cultivation increased his True Qi, but he couldn't break through to the Ninth Layer.

It seed that to reach the Ninth Layer, he would need to engage in dual cultivation with a woman of purity.

...

anwhile.

At the Jiangzhou Hotel.

An azure-clothed woman playing chess with an elderly man with white hair.

This azure-clothed woman was none other than Jiang Qingru, whom Li Chuan had encountered on the street, and the elderly man was her grandfather, nad Jiang Taiyi.

Jiang Qingru: "Grandfather, has there been any news?"

Jiang Taiyi: "According to eyewitnesses back then, the one who took him was a man about in his fifties, not dressed like soone from a wealthy family."

Jiang Qingru's eyes lit up: "Could it be them?"

Jiang Taiyi smiled faintly: "No one else but him could have rescued soone from the encirclent of Heavenly Defect and Earthly Defect and the Fire Cloud Evil God."

He hesitated slightly before continuing: "But it's been eighteen years since then, and the ti has been too long. Tracking down their exact location requires more ti."

Jiang Qingru: "I heard that the child back then was struck by the Fire Cloud Evil God at birth, so..."

Jiang Qingru's expression darkened, and her gaze complicated: "I'm afraid even if we find him, it might be too late..."

Jiang Taiyi shook his head: "Nothing is absolute; not only are we searching, those people are too. Grandfather believes heaven is fair—a glimr of hope remains even in the direst straits!"

This seed directed at Jiang Qingru yet also sounded like he was talking to himself...