156: First meeting with Wen Heyin

"Young Master Ling!" Hu Yourong broke free. "It's time to go."

Ling Xian nodded.

Hu Yourong wiped her mouth and briefly tidied her clothes.

"I still have things to do, so I'll be going first." Ling Xian left like a heartless man, departing without hesitation... This time, his goal was related to Xia Rong—specifically, her social network.

Ling Xian's car arrived at a detached villa, and he pressed the doorbell.

After a moment, Xia Rong, who looked to be around twenty, came out.

Ling Xian's eyes lit up; in just a short time, Xia Rong had become quite a bit more beautiful.

Wearing a small black windbreaker and small black gloves, she exuded the aura of a dark little queen.

Her face was as delicate as white porcelain, her eyes rolled from time to time, and her twin tails gave her a bit of an overbearing charm—she was a textbook dark Little Loli.

However, sensing her carefully, he felt that Xia Rong didn't quite suit this style; a princess dress or cartoon-themed clothing might be better.

She walked to the gate, glanced at Ling Xian, and spoke indifferently, "I don't know you. If you've got the wrong house, leave quickly. Otherwise, you'll have to bear the consequences of my anger."

Ling Xian was somewhat dazed seeing Xia Rong pretend not to know him.

"What are you acting for? Last time I treated your grandfather, and according to your promise, you're still my fiancee."

Before Ling Xian could finish his sentence, Xia Rong hopped over and covered his mouth, her face flushed with embarrassment and nervousness.

"Shh! What the hell are you doing? Do you want to make my sister sad?" Xia Rong felt Ling Xian's saliva on her small palm and shook her hand in disgust.

"I remember you saying before that you wanted to marry the same man as your sister. What, have you changed your mind?" Ling Xian teased.

"Heh, if I marry, it will be to a great hero who stands tall, someone who can at least protect me." Xia Rong said with a hint of mockery, "Not like you, who still needs my sister's protection."

"Alright, I have something I need you to do. If you do it well, how about I teach you martial arts?" Ling Xian felt a bit helpless; his first impression on Xia Rong was exactly like this.

"You? Teach me martial arts?" Xia Rong looked at Ling Xian with a look of disdain.

This look actually piqued Ling Xian's interest. A wisp of Undead Divine Fire rose from his fingertip as he gave her a demonstration.

"Believe me now?"

"Where did you learn that little magic trick? Not bad. You didn't learn it specifically for my sister, did you?"

Seeing that Xia Rong still didn't believe him, he slapped her on the forehead.

"Believe me now?"

"Hiss, I believe you, I believe you! Be gentler." Xia Rong clutched the back of her head, feeling a throbbing pain.

She had no choice but to believe.

If Ling Xian hit her, her grandfather wouldn't help, and her sister wouldn't help; she just had to take the blow.

"Next time, switch to something cartoonish. What kind of clothes are these? And this smoky eye makeup—who did you learn this from?" Ling Xian walked into the villa, not forgetting to remind her.

"Hey, hey, hey, wait! Ling Xian, this isn't my Xia family home. Also, how did you know I was here?" Xia Rong hurriedly blocked him and questioned.

"Don't worry about that." Ling Xian pushed Xia Rong aside.

"Hey, I think you investigated me on purpose, didn't you? You don't actually want to chase me, do you, you big pervert?" Xia Rong had a fiery temper and was a bit rattled.

"Don't be narcissistic." Ling Xian did have designs on Xia Rong, but not right now.

"I'm here to see your Best friend. I'm interested in her."

"Hiss! And you say you didn't investigate me? You say you're not interested in me, but you even know about my Best friend." Xia Rong felt that something was wrong.

At this moment, a cold female voice rang out.

"Xiao Rong, who is it? Why have you been chatting at the door for so long?"

"Sister Wen, well..." Xia Rong turned around, wanting to prevent Ling Xian and Wen Heyin from meeting.

However, Ling Xian had already looked ahead at the woman sitting on the sofa in the living room.

The woman wore a light blue gauze dress. Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, her skin was as white as snow, and her features were as beautiful as a painting. Sitting there, she looked like a lotus flower emerging from the water—gentle and moving.

"Hello, I'm Ling Xian. I'm here to take Xia Rong home." Ling Xian smiled slightly, trying his best to show his gentlemanly side.

Wen Heyin smiled gently and said with poise, "So it's Little Xian. You don't need to act so gentlemanly; I'm not an outsider."

Xia Rong was stunned. How did she not know that her Best friend knew Ling Xian?

Ling Xian was also stunned. He had no memory of such a person.

Seeing the two of them looking confused, Wen Heyin said with a smile, "Sit down first. I'll go make some tea."

After the two sat down, Wen Heyin brought over two cups of tea and explained, "I am your Sister Heyin. Back when we were in the Imperial Capital, you were still young, so you might not remember me."

Ling Xian really had no impression of her. After all, his uncle was that person from the Tang Family in the Imperial Capital; there were too many people trying to curry favor, and even many children from other great families rushed to please him.

It was only later, when he was taken back by Ling Tianshi and eventually stayed with the Jiangnan Xia Family, falling from heaven to hell, that he didn't end up as a profligate playboy like the other children of noble families.

"Oh, so it's Sister Wen!" Ling Xian pretended to have a sudden realization.

Regardless of whether he truly knew her or not, this woman was a daughter of destiny, and Ling Xian was here to intercept her.

"Haha... It's fine if you don't remember. Your acting is too fake." Wen Heyin covered her mouth and chuckled.

"Sister Wen, don't pay any attention to him. He's just a big pervert. He's probably fantasizing about you in his head right now." Xia Rong interrupted.

Ling Xian had a love-hate relationship with Xia Rong. This girl was good-looking, and her personality was actually okay. Most importantly, she and Xia Mo were a pair of sisters, but she just happened to love bickering with him.

"You big pervert, don't you dare get interested in Sister Wen. Sister Wen already has a husband." Xia Rong tried to scare Ling Xian off.

But she didn't know that this actually piqued Ling Xian's interest. A husband? The legacy of Wei Wu.

"Don't listen to Xia Rong's nonsense. It's just a fiancé, and he died in battle." Wen Heyin didn't want rumors spread about her. "I never even met him; there are no feelings."

Ling Xian knew this. It was in the plot: essentially, Wen Heyin's family, the Wen Family, had seen Lin Chuan's potential and arranged the engagement in advance.

Later, Lin Chuan went on a special mission. Because of its importance, the military directly informed the Wen Family of the news that Lin Chuan had died in battle.

Lin Chuan wasn't in a hurry to clarify things with the Wen Family afterward.

It wasn't until Lin Chuan was kicked out of the army that he thought of this engagement again.

But that original engagement was only set because the Wen Family valued Lin Chuan's future in the army. Moreover, Wen Heyin had no emotional foundation with him.

Lin Chuan understood this.

So he slowly made contact with Wen Heyin in secret, eventually capturing her heart through a series of events, winning the beauty, and using the Wen Family's resources to rise step by step.

"Then Sister Wen is still a virgin," Ling Xian said with a mischievous grin.

Seeing this, Xia Rong quickly pulled Ling Xian away to make their escape, fearing that Wen Heyin would fall into Ling Xian's hands.

"Ling Xian, didn't you come to pick me up? Come on, let's go home." Xia Rong pulled Ling Xian's hand and urged.

"Xia Rong, we haven't seen each other for so long. Why not stay for the night? I'll have Aunt Gao make your favorite braised pork," Wen Heyin tried to get them to stay.

"No, no, Sister Wen. Ling Xian and I have things to do. We're leaving now." Xia Rong pulled Ling Xian's hand, looking like a couple showing off their affection.

"Sister Wen, goodbye." Ling Xian gave a polite wave as he bid farewell.