Chapter Eighty-six: The Sister-in-law’s Call

Shu Fu, who had been feigning unconsciousness and pretending to be dead on the side, had long since been stunned by the scenes just now. His mouth hung wide open, a look of utter disbelief on his face. As Xiao Cheng’s childhood friend, he even knew the exact measurements of certain parts of Xiao Cheng’s anatomy, and he absolutely did not believe Xiao Cheng had the ability to take on this “Queen Tyrant” one-on-one.

Yet, the truth had unfolded right before his eyes, leaving no room for doubt. He couldn’t help but grumble inwardly—was this what his father always meant by “three days apart and one must look at a man with new eyes”?

He was no cultivator and couldn’t discern the subtleties, but even he could see that Xiao Cheng dealt with Chu Feiyu with utter ease.

When did Xiao Cheng acquire such strength?

But he didn’t dwell on it for long. He got up with a thud, looking excitedly at Chu Feiyu lying on the ground not far away, a sense of turning the tables swelling within him. Since Xiao Cheng had already taken Chu Feiyu down, what followed would naturally be content unsuitable for children. Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but rub his hands eagerly.

Bullying ordinary girls was nothing compared to having a go at this Queen Tyrant.

“Bro Cheng, let’s drag her over to the bushes first…” Shu Fu snickered wickedly, giving Xiao Cheng a knowing look.

Xiao Cheng glanced at Shu Fu, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Had this been his past life, he might not have let this opportunity slip by. But after being reborn, his mindset had changed considerably, and he would no longer stoop to such tasteless acts.

Besides, he was truly twenty-six years old now. To him, Chu Feiyu was just a young girl—how could he still act as he once did? He would never live it down.

“You pervert, don’t you come any closer! If you do, I’ll…” Chu Feiyu’s face alternated between red and white as she snapped coldly.

She was more mature than other girls, prematurely wise, yet still inexperienced in the ways of the world. Matters like this terrified her all the more.

She’d originally thought Xiao Cheng was just an unskilled rich heir and wanted to teach him a lesson so he’d be more restrained in the future. Never had she expected Xiao Cheng to possess such power. She admitted her defeat with full conviction. But to lose in such a cruel way—she had never even considered it.

As Xiao Cheng approached, Chu Feiyu didn’t dare meet his gaze, fear overwhelming her heart. If he did that to her, her life would be ruined. Given the character of these two, they’d surely spread the story everywhere. The most frightening prospect was something she didn’t even dare contemplate—what if she ended up pregnant?

Chu Feiyu’s face was filled with terror, her clothes in disarray, her chest half-exposed in a stark expanse of white, her hands unable to move, her long, strong legs kicking helplessly at the grass, her voice repeating pleas of “don’t…”

The scene was uncannily similar to those notorious Japanese films—appearing as refusal, but in reality, a blatant seduction. Even with Xiao Cheng’s steady state of mind, he couldn’t help but feel a strange stirring at the sight.

Xiao Cheng smiled, suppressed the odd feeling in his heart, took off his coat, and draped it over Chu Feiyu, covering her chest.

Chu Feiyu had been bracing herself for a storm, even steeling her mind for it.

Yet after waiting for a while, the storm never came. Instead, she felt something light settle over her body. Looking down, she saw it was Xiao Cheng’s dark coat, perfectly covering her disheveled chest.

She could hardly believe Xiao Cheng would cover her with his coat, apparently letting her go. Wasn’t Xiao Cheng supposed to be a lecher? How could he possibly pass up such a chance? Though puzzled, she couldn’t help but feel relieved—this was, after all, the best possible outcome.

So his removing his coat earlier hadn’t been for that purpose, but to shield her. After the terror she’d just endured, realizing Xiao Cheng wouldn’t do anything to her, she let out a sigh of relief. The emotional rollercoaster even stirred a sense of gratitude in her heart.

“Thank you,” Chu Feiyu said softly, her face tinged with red as she looked up.

Xiao Cheng stood before her, the sunlight behind him. Chu Feiyu couldn’t make out his expression, only sensing a cold aura about him that made her shiver involuntarily.

“You’re welcome,” Xiao Cheng replied, his expression complicated. Chu Feiyu, though defeated by him, was actually thanking him. He quickly realized she was grateful he had “spared” her.

Xiao Cheng smiled and added, “Don’t worry, I’m not interested in you.”

“I’m not interested in you… I’m not interested in you…”

Those words echoed in Chu Feiyu’s mind. Xiao Cheng wasn’t interested in her!

Naturally competitive, she’d never wanted to lose to anyone at anything. Hearing this, she felt deeply stung. To her, it was blatant humiliation. In terms of looks and figure, she was second to none—how could Xiao Cheng say such a thing?

“You…” Chu Feiyu stared at him, at a loss for words.

Xiao Cheng didn’t understand her thoughts. Women’s minds were always a mystery. He’d only spoken the truth, with no intent to humiliate her—how could he have known she’d take it that way?

Chu Feiyu was someone who distinguished clearly between gratitude and resentment. She accepted her loss as a matter of skill, holding no grudge against Xiao Cheng. Instead, she developed a sense of admiration for him—among the younger generation, this was her first time encountering a true rival.

“You could have subdued me in one move earlier. Why did you fight with me for so long?” Chu Feiyu asked, regaining her composure.

Xiao Cheng certainly couldn’t say it was because he was secretly learning the Chu family’s Heart-Crushing Palm. Cultivation techniques were extremely difficult to master, unlike internal martial arts which could be picked up after seeing them once. He needed to exchange many moves with Chu Feiyu, using his spiritual sense to observe the flow of her energy and thereby grasp the technique.

At present, he had few offensive skills—apart from the Fivefold Sword Technique, he had nothing else. The Heart-Crushing Palm was exactly the low-level attack method he needed.

“I just wanted to test my hand, that’s all,” Xiao Cheng replied nonchalantly.

Test his hand? Chu Feiyu’s face darkened. Xiao Cheng had used her as a practice dummy, not even seeing her as his equal, treating her as mere sparring fodder.

“Hmph! Don’t get cocky. Sooner or later, I’ll beat you!” Chu Feiyu’s eyes blazed. She’d never had a target before, but now Xiao Cheng had roused her competitive spirit. She couldn’t believe that with her diligence, she’d be bested by some spoiled heir. Xiao Cheng had become her first real goal.

Xiao Cheng didn’t take her words to heart. If not for his peak innate spiritual sense giving him an unassailable advantage, he might not have been her match. But since she wasn’t his opponent now, she would be even less so in the future.

Without another word, Xiao Cheng turned to leave, his impression of Chu Feiyu somewhat altered—clear about grudges and gratitude, fiercely competitive, not as disagreeable as he’d thought.

Shu Fu trailed behind, dejected. What a golden opportunity, wasted. He doubted he’d ever get a chance like this again.

“Come on, my pants were already off, and this is all I get to see?” Shu Fu complained.

“The thing down there is made of carbon fiber. After getting kicked, it’s still going strong!” Xiao Cheng teased, having grown up with Shu Fu and caring nothing for decorum between them.

“Damn, good thing I was prepared and wise enough to always carry it with me. That’s what saved my manhood—she really is ruthless!” Shu Fu grumbled, rummaging in his trousers and pulling out five stacked white groin protectors. Three of them had been kicked through, which made Shu Fu click his tongue. He’d have to increase his protection next time; five just wasn’t enough.

Xiao Cheng couldn’t help but laugh—Shu Fu really was a character.

At that moment, Xiao Cheng suddenly felt his phone vibrating. He checked and saw it was his sister-in-law calling. As soon as he answered, Ning Jingzhe’s bold and brash voice came through the line:

“The old man told me to catch you. He said even if I have to break all five of your limbs, I must bring you in. So, are you going to turn yourself in, or do I have to do it for you?”

No sooner had she finished than the call was cut off. At this crucial moment, his phone’s battery had died.

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