109: The two women's attitudes, Worry-Free Inn

The light barrier of the courtyard gate's Formation flickered slightly, and Ye Hongfu and Lin Ziyao walked out side-by-side.

Although the atmosphere between the two could not be called harmonious, it was much better than the previous life-or-death, tense standoff.

This surprised Qin Wushang!

He immediately stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over both their Faces, and asked curiously.

"What did you two talk about inside?"

"We won't tell you!"

The two women spoke almost in unison, then glared at each other and turned their heads away.

Qin Wushang: "..."

Settled!

Asked for nothing!

Lin Ziyao seemed unwilling to dwell on the question and changed the subject, saying, "Wushang, there's something I need to tell you."

"The Qin Family in Yunmeng City is currently in utter chaos, their status has plummeted, and they are having a very difficult time."

Hearing this, Qin Wushang's expression was indifferent, without the slightest fluctuation, and he said calmly, "They deserve it."

He had long since lost all affection for the Family that had once abandoned and persecuted him.

Qin Hao is already dead, reducing one threat!

If he deals with his elderly father and Qin Wuchen next, the Qin Clan will pose no threat in the future.

He looked at Lin Ziyao and slowly asked, "Miss Lin, since you were able to obtain Grandpa's handwritten letter, you must have seen him."

"How is his situation now?"

Lin Ziyao sighed, a worried look appearing on her Face at the right moment, and she said in a deep voice, "Our Grandpa... his situation is not very optimistic, and he is under immense pressure."

She deliberately emphasized the word "our," earning a cold glare from Ye Hongfu.

She continued, "Since our Lin Mansion cut off most business dealings with the Qin Clan, the Qin Clan's various incomes have plummeted, and they are running deficits."

"Grandpa is old, yet he still has to busy himself with the Clan's trivial matters, leaving him mentally and physically exhausted..."

Ye Hongfu, standing nearby, couldn't help but interrupt, her tone laced with dissatisfaction, "Hey! Lin Ziyao, you two aren't even married yet, so how did he become your grandfather?"

"Can you not be so shameless?"

Qin Wushang heard this, and his mouth twitched involuntarily, sensing that the recently eased atmosphere was about to become tense again.

Lin Ziyao immediately retorted, "None of your business!"

She then said to Qin Wushang, "I also advised Grandpa to stop dealing with the Qin Clan's messes and just let them fend for themselves."

"But Grandpa is stubborn; he refuses to let go, insisting on managing that group of useless people!"

As she spoke, the two women, with surprising tacit understanding, each grabbed one of Qin Wushang's arms again, sandwiching him between them.

Qin Wushang tried to pull his arms free, but it felt as if he were trapped in the embrace of two soft, fragrant jades, unable to escape.

He could only give up helplessly, allowing them to hold him.

He sighed and said, "Grandpa's personality is just like that. I have tried to persuade him too, but it's useless."

"He always views Family responsibility as more important than anything else, always hoping to give the Qin Clan a chance to breathe."

He paused, then asked about the situation of Qin Zhantian, his nominal biological father.

"How is Qin Zhantian doing now?"

A hint of malicious pleasure immediately appeared on Lin Ziyao's Face.

"Him? That's excellent!"

"Chu Yuehua stripped him of his position entirely and demoted him to the lowest city gate guard. Now he stands watch at the city gates every day, becoming the laughingstock of the entire Yunmeng City!"

Qin Wushang was somewhat surprised upon hearing this.

"Revered Master is quite thoughtful."

"When I have time, I must frequently attend to her."

He was silent for a moment, then looked at Lin Ziyao again and spoke very seriously.

"Miss Lin, thank you for informing me of this."

"However, I actually do not harbor any romantic feelings for you."

"Now that I have left the Qin Clan, it would be better for everyone if the engagement between us was terminated."

He still wanted to break the engagement!

Mainly, the feeling Lin Ziyao gave him in his previous life was too terrible; he could not accept it!

If it were someone like Chu Yuehua, it would be fine, but Lin Ziyao, he truly... These words, however, were like poking a hornet's nest!

Lin Ziyao instantly squeezed his arm tightly, the force so great that Qin Wushang actually felt pain.

She shrieked excitedly, "No! Absolutely not! Break the engagement? Don't even think about it!"

"Who in the world doesn't know that I, Lin Ziyao, am your fiancée, Qin Wushang?"

"If you break the engagement, how am I supposed to Face people afterwards? How am I supposed to live?!"

Qin Wushang tried to reason with her, continuing, "If you care about your reputation, then you can break the engagement instead. I don't care about such empty fame."

He even tried to belittle himself.

"I am unworthy of you, Young Miss Lin. Breaking the engagement is the best choice for you."

"Bullshit!"

Lin Ziyao immediately cursed, her eyes filled with obsession.

"How are you unworthy of me? If I say you are worthy, then you are worthy!"

Qin Wushang felt helpless and somewhat confused.

He struggled slightly, trying to pull his hands out, but was still held tight. He raised an eyebrow and said.

"Miss Lin, feelings cannot be forced."

"I don't like you, and I don't feel anything for you as a person. Breaking the engagement would be a release for both of us."

However, these words had no effect on the nearly yandere-like Lin Ziyao.

She stared intently at Qin Wushang and said word by word, "I don't know if a forcibly twisted melon is sweet, but it quenches thirst! Make me break the engagement? Impossible!"

"I, Lin Ziyao, will marry no one but you in this life!"

Qin Wushang looked at her stubborn, almost frenzied eyes, and was momentarily speechless, unsure how to refute her.

Damn it!

This thing Rebirth-ed, why is the difference so huge!

Seeing him remain silent, Lin Ziyao's tone softened again.

"Wushang, feelings can be cultivated."

"Just like you and Ye Hongfu..."

She glanced at Ye Hongfu and said coldly, "Dare you say that you liked her from the very beginning?"

"You definitely first... first desired her body, and only later did feelings develop over time, right?"

"My figure isn't worse than hers, and I'm even older than her. How am I inferior to her?"

Ye Hongfu rolled her eyes!

You haven't even taken off your clothes, yet you know? What are you, comparing yourself to me now!

Then she coolly agreed, "That's right, Junior Brother, feelings develop over time."

It was just that the word 'develop' seemed to be pronounced with a slight emphasis.

Qin Wushang was even more surprised!

He looked at Ye Hongfu with disbelief, his expression seeming to ask, "Senior Sister, are you serious? Why are you helping her?"

Ye Hongfu avoided his gaze, a faint curve playing on the corner of her lips.

Qin Wushang was completely at his wit's end!

"Alright, alright! Let go! Stop holding me! I'm not meat; I can't be split in half!"

"No matter what you said to Senior Sister or what you plotted, I currently have no interest in you!"

"Senior Sister, you too, stop fooling around with her! If you make me unhappy, I will definitely punish you severely!"

After speaking, regardless of whether the two women agreed or not, he circulated his spiritual energy and shook himself free.

The two women exchanged glances, then actually smiled, and asked in unison, "Then how do you plan to punish us?"

Qin Wushang: "..."

He transformed into a streak of light, left the academy, and headed towards the Old Tavern in the Imperial City... Imperial City, West District.

A building, meticulously renovated and distinctly different in style from ordinary restaurants, stood here.

The original Old Tavern sign had long been taken down and replaced with three grand characters written in the style of Dragon and Phoenix dancing—Wuyou Inn.

Under the management of Chu Yuer and the maid Xia He, Wuyou Inn had now officially opened for business.

Wuyou Inn was still exceptionally lively today.

Its internal layout was quite novel; at the center was a huge revolving stage where several alluring women with graceful figures and sexy attire were dancing enchantingly to seductive music.

Surrounding the stage were scattered tables and booths, filled with Cultivators and noble youths from all over the Imperial Capital.

They clinked cups, their gazes lingering on the stage, the atmosphere noisy and ambiguous.

At this moment, a group of people swaggered in with arrogant imposing manner.

Leading them was a young man dressed in luxurious robes, whose Face bore some resemblance to Chu Qingtian, but whose features were marked by more debauchery and ruthlessness.

He was the Third Young Master of the Prince Tianhais Residence, Chu Qinglin.

Trailing behind Chu Qinglin were several young followers who were also well-dressed and arrogant in demeanor.

As soon as they entered, the group shouted!

"Get out! All of you get the hell out! Our Young Master has booked this place!"

"Are you all deaf? Hurry up and scram!"

The previously noisy Wuyou Inn instantly fell silent!

The numerous patrons, seeing the ill-intentioned Chu Qinglin and his group, mostly dared not speak out, and quickly rose to move aside.

Xia He, the manager responsible for the daily running of the shop, saw this and quickly scurried out from behind the counter, putting on a professional smile.

"Young Master Chu, we apologize for not welcoming you sooner."

"However, is it appropriate for you to drive away customers like this?"

"This is the place of our Princess Yu'er. Please give her some Face and don't let people..."

Before she could finish speaking, a flash of malice appeared in Chu Qinglin's eyes, and he raised his hand and delivered a loud slap!

"Slap!"

Xia He was caught off guard and was slapped backward, staggering.

A clear handprint instantly appeared on her fair cheek, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

"What kind of trash are you? A lowly servant dares to speak to this Young Master?"

Chu Qinglin's tone was disdainful, and he looked at Xia He as if she were an ant.

The few guards employed by Wuyou Inn who witnessed this showed anger on their Faces, wanting to step forward, but were hesitant due to Chu Qinglin's identity.

The Prince Tianhais Residence—that was an existence on the same level as the Tianwu Royal Estate. Moreover, the people who came were all very strong, being young Disciples from various influential Families.

This was not something that servants like them could handle!

Chu Qinglin scanned the area arrogantly, highly satisfied with the result.

He stretched out his hand, spiritual energy surging and transforming into an invisible large hand that grabbed Xia He's neck from a distance, lifting her forcibly off the ground!

Xia He's feet dangled, and she struggled to breathe, her hands grasping futilely at the invisible spiritual energy hand as her Face quickly turned blue and purple.

Chu Qinglin leaned closer, staring at the struggling Xia He, and sneered, "Even if that girl Chu Yuer saw this Young Master, she would have to obediently call me cousin!"

"What are you, a mere servant? Huh?"

He slightly tightened his grip, causing Xia He to let out a painful whimper, and he continued shouting, "This Young Master is in a good mood today, so I'll give you a chance."

"Hand over all the brewing recipes for your Wuyou Inn, as well as the training methods for those dancers! Otherwise, you die!"

"Boom!"

An overwhelmingly domineering fist light shone, slamming squarely into Chu Qinglin's back!

"Pfft—!"

Chu Qinglin had no time to react; his protective spiritual energy burst open, and he was sent flying, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

"What kind of trash dares to bark and howl in my Wuyou Inn?"