89: Guarantee not to force Xia Rong

"By the way, what did you talk about with Grandpa in private last time? Ever since that meeting, Grandpa has been constantly urging me to marry you," Xia Mo said, switching the subject to address her lingering question.

"It was nothing. Old Man Xia probably felt the threat of death and finally saw reason."

Ling Xian didn't elaborate, but that was indeed the reason; faced with the threat of death, the old man had no choice but to compromise.

"Don't talk nonsense. If it's just you and me, I can handle it," Xia Mo scolded playfully. "But my grandfather even wants to marry Xia Rong off to you. You'd better explain yourself clearly."

"Wait, I really didn't know about that!" Ling Xian gave a bitter smile. He hadn't expected Old Man Xia to go so far—giving away both granddaughters just to save his own life.

"Xia Rong is my sister. You're not actually thinking of making a move on her, are you?" Xia Mo questioned, her brow furrowed.

Her gaze was like a mother wolf protecting her cub, enough to make anyone shudder.

"That... probably... maybe... I likely won't." Ling Xian gave an awkward laugh.

Xia Mo snorted coldly. "Hmph! If you dare force my sister, don't even think about seeing me again for the rest of your life."

"Alright, alright, I promise not to force Xia Rong."

Xia Mo had just said he wasn't allowed to *force* Xia Rong, not that he wasn't allowed to *touch* her.

That meant there was still a chance.

"Right, this is a beauty enhancing pill. Take it and try the effect," Ling Xian said, taking out a pill and handing it to Xia Mo, adding a serious reminder, "This pill can achieve a beautifying effect and guarantee your appearance remains youthful for a thousand years."

"Youthful for a thousand years? When did you learn to brag like this?" Xia Mo curled her lip and took the pill. "Fine, I've got it. Now go take care of your little girlfriend!"

"Let me make one thing clear: tell me exactly how many girlfriends you have in the future. The position of the primary wife must be reserved for me."

As those words fell, Ling Xian nodded in agreement and left the spot. Xia Mo watched his departing back and sighed.

"You don't know how to play the villain properly, yet you're not entirely a good person either. Wearing a mask must be exhausting, right?" Xia Mo murmured to herself.

It was as if she were saying it to herself, yet also to Ling Xian.

The class gathering was organized and funded by Xia Mo.

She was the Counselor, managing the affairs of three classes on her own.

Therefore, this gathering involved all three classes together.

The venue was a KTV private room near the school.

"Yueyue, don't be so cold. We're old classmates. Even though we aren't in the same class now, we're still students at the same school.

Besides, meeting again is fate."

Xu Feng was trying to please Wu Yueyue like a sycophantic 'simp'.

However, Wu Yueyue was still in a fit of pique and couldn't be bothered with him.

Her mind was still filled with what Brother Ling Xian had said.

"I, Wu Yueyue, was just a convenient tag-along."

Class Monitor looked at Xu Feng's behavior and shook his head helplessly.

"Hey, brother, you aren't from our class, are you?"

Xu Feng was taken aback, then looked at Class Monitor and smiled. "I'm from the class next door."

Class Monitor let out a sound of sudden realization. "I see. No wonder you didn't know Wu Yueyue is already taken. You're still here pestering her, annoying as a fly."

"Kid, who do you think you are? Mind your own business!"

Lies don't necessarily hurt, but the truth cuts deepest.

These words hit Xu Feng's sore spot, and he roared in anger on the spot.

"Heh, I'm the Class Monitor. If you keep harassing Student Wu, don't blame me for calling the police."

Of course, Class Monitor wasn't standing up for Wu Yueyue because he was pursuing her.

Rather, he wanted to stay on good terms with Wu Yueyue's boyfriend, Ling Xian.

After a brief investigation last time, he realized just how terrifying Ling Xian was.

The key was that he had only seen the tip of the iceberg.

When he tried to investigate further, his father had personally stopped him, warning that their entire branch family could have been wiped out.

"Am I the villain now?" Xu Feng had originally wanted to teach Class Monitor a lesson, but he suddenly thought of those novels—wasn't someone like him just a minor antagonist?

Someone like Class Monitor would be a supporting character or the protagonist.

Just as Xu Feng was thinking of a way to turn the situation around, Ling Xian walked in.

Ling Xian saw Xu Feng as soon as he entered, but he acted as if he hadn't seen him at all and walked straight to Wu Yueyue's side.

The female students from the other two classes had never seen Ling Xian before and swarmed forward to strike up a conversation, momentarily pushing even Wu Yueyue aside.

"Hey handsome, where are you from?"

"Hello, Big Brother, can I add you as a friend?"

"..."

Faced with this, Ling Xian remained expressionless and ignored them.

Xu Feng, on the other hand, was filled with envy and hatred. "Why? Based on what?"

"It's all about the character model. Do you have one?" Class Monitor mocked.

Xu Feng froze, then it dawned on him.

"I get it. The biggest difference between me and Ling Xian is that my character model isn't good enough."

Sitting next to Wu Yueyue, Ling Xian reached out and patted her head.

Wu Yueyue resisted at first, but she quickly became submissive.

"Are you angry?" Ling Xian asked, knowing full well she was.

"I was just a convenient tag-along anyway," Wu Yueyue said stubbornly.

"I was joking. You took it seriously?" After Ling Xian spoke, he pulled Wu Yueyue's slender waist into his arms and kissed her with a burning gaze.

She didn't refuse; instead, she closed her eyes and leaned into it.

Wu Yueyue's heart pounded wildly. Although she had been calling herself Ling Xian's girlfriend, there hadn't actually been any progress.

She was inwardly ecstatic that he had taken the initiative to kiss her this time.

After the kiss, she leaned her entire body into Ling Xian's embrace, not daring to show her blushing face.

Even though she liked Ling Xian very much, kissing in front of over a hundred people from three classes was still very embarrassing.

Clang! A loud noise rang out.

Ling Xian noticed Xia Mo, who had just entered the door only to leave immediately.

"What a headache!" Ling Xian thought to himself.

Seeing his goddess being kissed in public, Xu Feng instantly flew into a rage.

Last time, they had only held hands at most, which Xu Feng could tolerate, but this time his goddess's kiss had been stolen.

He had already been imagining a future with his goddess.

"Ling Xian, you've gone too far!" Xu Feng roared.

Ling Xian shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Is it too much to kiss my own girlfriend?"

"Do you dare to compete with me fairly?" Xu Feng asked seriously.

But Ling Xian only returned a look as if he were looking at an idiot.

Wu Yueyue was already his woman. To take his own person and compete fairly with someone who had nothing—was he sick in the head?

Some minor antagonists who exist just to get face-slapped might have agreed after being provoked, but Ling Xian was not one of them.

"Get lost!" Ling Xian barked coldly.

Wu Yueyue's disgust for Xu Feng had also reached its peak.

"You're just a loser, you don't deserve Wu Yueyue at all." Xu Feng didn't give up and continued to provoke him.

"Wait a moment!"

"Fine! I'll wait for you!"

Watching the public display of affection between Ling Xian and Wu Yueyue, Xu Feng's anger surged to his heart, twisting his psyche.

"Let's go, let's talk outside!" Ling Xian said expressionlessly as he walked out of the private room.

Xu Feng hesitated for a moment before following him out of the room and into an empty men's restroom.

"Ling Xian, how are we going to compete?" Xu Feng asked.

"If your damn brain is sick, go get it treated. I didn't want to bother with someone like you, but you just had to go looking for trouble."

Ling Xian struck out with a palm. Bang!