93: My heart is red and yellow.

Ling Xian wasn't very familiar with Jiangnan, so he chose to take Hu Yourong directly to a large shopping mall.

Perhaps women are born shopaholics; as soon as Hu Yourong entered the mall, she became excited, clinging to Ling Xian's arm as they wandered around.

Her entire demeanor had completely changed.

They walked into a women's clothing store.

A dazzling array of clothes met their eyes, with styles so novel and fashionable they were overwhelming.

"Don't just look. Buy whatever you like," Ling Xian said, feeling a bit pained seeing Hu Yourong just browsing without buying.

Hu Yourong had never been in the habit of spending money lavishly; even now, with a monthly salary of a hundred thousand, she still couldn't bring herself to spend it recklessly.

Perhaps she was used to living a hard life, or maybe it was the genes of thriftiness and frugality acting up in her bones.

Regardless, Ling Xian had brought her out specifically to enjoy spending money and be happy.

"I don't want to buy anything; it's all just marketing tricks," Hu Yourong shook her head, pretending to be uninterested.

Seeing this, Ling Xian could no longer hold back.

"Is the hundred thousand monthly salary I give you not enough?" Ling Xian intentionally put on a displeased look. "If it's not enough, I can give you extra pocket money, but you have to be obedient."

"I'm afraid, so I'm saving up for a dowry," Hu Yourong explained in a low voice, her head bowed. "In case the Ling Corporation really collapses one day, I'll be able to support you for the rest of your life."

Pfft!

Ling Xian couldn't help but laugh out loud. "You little fool, the Ling Corporation won't collapse. Even if it did, your little savings wouldn't even be enough to cover a fraction of the debt I'd owe."

Behind the Ling Corporation was the Ling Clan of Zhongzhou. If it really collapsed, Ling Xian would just go back and inherit the family business.

One had to realize that even in the original plot, it took countless Children of Destiny targeting the Ling Corporation from every possible angle to bring it down.

Yet even then, a remnant force remained hidden and dormant.

One could imagine how terrifying the foundation of the Ling Clan of Zhongzhou truly was!

Never mind the fall of a mere Ling Group; what if ten more Ling Groups collapsed?

At worst, they would just lie low for a century and start over.

Great families remain steady while Children of Destiny come and go.

Unless one of them could reach the level of dominating the Earth and flying out into the universe.

"Since you're unwilling to spend money, I'll do it. You must pick at least three outfits, otherwise I'll be angry, and the consequences will be severe."

Facing Ling Xian's firm attitude, Hu Yourong helplessly compromised.

She picked and chose, her heart aching with every choice!

"Miss, you have great taste. This is our latest dress for this year. The fabric is high-grade and comfortable, the craftsmanship is exquisite, and the price isn't expensive—it's only thirty thousand after the discount."

The sales assistant could see that Ling Xian's attire was extraordinary and noticed the lady's hesitation, so she stepped forward to offer enthusiastic service.

"Ah! Thirty thousand? I'll keep looking." Upon hearing the price, Hu Yourong was startled and quickly waved her hand in refusal, switching to observe a nice-looking cheongsam instead.

"Miss, you really have an eye for quality. This piece is hand-sewn from top-tier fabric with fine workmanship. You'll definitely look stunning in it," the sales assistant continued her pitch, her eyes occasionally glancing at Ling Xian.

She knew he was the one paying the bill; it was his satisfied nod that mattered.

"When you put on this cheongsam, Miss, you'll look just like a classical beauty stepping out of a painting. Standing with this gentleman, you're truly a perfect match, a talented man and a beautiful woman, a match made in heaven."

Hearing the assistant's praise, Hu Yourong was elated, her vanity satisfied. She turned to look at Ling Xian and saw him nod.

She looked at the price tag again, and when she saw it was marked at 99,000,

She immediately let go, preparing to leave.

"Let's go with this one. Yourong, go try it on." Ling Xian grabbed Hu Yourong and forced the garment into her hands.

Hu Yourong wanted to refuse, but Ling Xian glared at her. "If you refuse, you won't be allowed to leave the bed for three days."

Hearing this, she could only obediently head to the fitting room.

"This one, this one... and this one. Wrap them all up." With a wave of his hand, Ling Xian claimed over a dozen items.

"That cheongsam from just now was good too, pack it up as well." Ling Xian's purchases were casual; some were things Hu Yourong had been eyeing for a long time, while others were things Ling Xian thought would be good for flirting.

In short, it wasn't a waste of money.

When Hu Yourong finished changing, everyone was stunned. Even the sales assistant was seeing such a breathtaking beauty in real life for the first time.

Sensing the reactions of others, she slightly raised her chin toward the mirror.

The collar of the cheongsam fit her neck perfectly, adding three parts of dignity to her poise.

The moment she turned around, the S-shaped curve of her back transformed that dignity into the grace of soft water.

She looked exactly like a wealthy noble lady!

"I really want to do it!" Ling Xian whispered, leaning close to Hu Yourong.

Instantly, her face turned bright red.

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The joy on his face was instantly replaced by displeasure. A flash of killing intent crossed his eyes, and a hint of malevolence appeared between his brows.

They really shouldn't have come now, of all times; this was a rare moment of being alone with Hu Yourong.

"What's wrong?" Hu Yourong sensed the change, her grip on Ling Xian's hand tightening.

"Just a small matter. I'll have Ling Wu take you home first. It'll be over in a moment."

After speaking, he turned to the sales assistant and asked, "How much?"

"888,000." The assistant had already packed the clothes and was waiting for payment. "I'll round it down for you; it's 880,000 total!"

Ling Xian swiped his card in one smooth motion, not even giving Hu Yourong a chance to react.

"Young Master, wait for me." Ling Wu sensed something and hoped Ling Xian would stall for time.

"No need, it'll be quick. These people won't dare to make a move in public anyway." Ling Xian narrowed his eyes, his words carrying a hint of arrogance.

But he happened to have the confidence to back up that arrogance.

Walking to a secluded, deserted park, Ling Xian bought a cup of milk tea, stuck the straw in his mouth, and sat on a bench with his legs crossed.

Like a descending monarch, he quietly awaited the arrival of the three groups.

"Handsome, want to add me on WeChat?"

The newcomer was a Western beauty with wavy hair and sunglasses.

Her fair skin was like top-grade jade, and her brownish-yellow curly hair made her look a bit like a golden-haired lion.

But overall, she seemed to possess a slight, seductive charm.

"Sorry, I'm a bit resistant to strangers..." Ling Xian suddenly snapped his eyes open, and for a moment, an invisible ripple of conflict seemed to fill the air.

"Get lost!"

"Ah!" The wavy-haired woman felt a splitting headache. Clutching her forehead and wiping away cold sweat, she raised her eyes and smiled with a unique allure.

"What a man who doesn't appreciate beauty~"

"Your Chinese is very good, but I seriously suspect you are a spy planted in our country by the West. Please come with me to the police station..." Ling Xian said righteously, as if radiating a noble spirit at that moment.

"So you like to play like this?" The woman still hadn't given up and continued her seduction.

"Give it up, you vixen!" Ling Xian spoke with powerful resonance. "My heart is red and yellow; how can mere pink destroy my Dao heart?"

In an instant, the woman stared at the red ripples surrounding Ling Xian, stunned and in disbelief.

"Materialized spirit? How is that possible?"

But only Ling Xian knew that this was the Blood Qi of a Martial Artist.