The Official Fiancée
The girl looked about fifteen or sixteen, around 1.6 meters tall, with long black hair tied into twin tails. Her round face featured big eyes, but a small nose and mouth, giving her the look of a cartoon beauty. She wore a Lolita-style princess dress and red leather shoes on her feet—both pretty and adorable.
But her expression wasn't adorable at all. It was deadly serious.
"Chen Xi's here—quick, follow her and watch the show!" Zhang Qing'tian said excitedly. He couldn't wait to see Wang Yue get torn to shreds.
Chen Xi entered the arcade and looked around everywhere.
Just then, Wang Yue and the others had finished trying a game and stepped out of the virtual pods. The two sides bumped into each other right away.
"Wang Yue!" Spotting him, Chen Xi's serious little face broke into a sweet smile. She dashed over and threw herself into his arms.
Seeing this, Zhang Qing'tian and his crew, who had been tailing her quietly, were utterly dumbfounded. What the hell?
Where was the jealous meltdown, the family drama showdown?
Where was the Chen Xi with the hair-trigger temper?
Even Wang Yue was a bit stunned. He and Chen Xi had been childhood sweethearts with great chemistry, sure. And with their engagement set long ago, they'd occasionally held hands. But that was it.
Hugs like this? Never. Especially not in public like this.
After leaping into his arms, Chen Xi whispered in his ear, "Check if anyone's following me."
Wang Yue casually glanced toward where she'd come from and quickly spotted Zhang Qing'tian and his goons peeking from behind a row of virtual pods.
Seeing those idiots, it all clicked for Wang Yue. Zhang Qing'tian must still be sore from the beating and pulled some shady move—probably tipped off Chen Xi to stir up trouble and embarrass him.
Pathetic. He clearly didn't know Chen Xi at all.
Amusing as it was, Wang Yue wouldn't tolerate sneaky crap like this.
He released Chen Xi, flashed behind the pods, and yanked Zhang Qing'tian out by his collar.
"Wang Yue, what the hell?" Zhang Qing'tian struggled and yelled. "We're just playing here—doesn't affect you. Don't push it!"
"No excuses. I wasn't planning to argue anyway." Wang Yue smashed a fist into his face, dropping him. "Pushing it? Damn right. Today, I just feel like beating your ass. Got a problem?"
He punctuated it with a stomp on Zhang Qing'tian's chest—and left his foot there.
Zhang Qing'tian's lackeys panicked seeing their young master underfoot. Terrified as they were, they had to act, so they yelled and lunged forward.
Another shadow flashed. With a few bangs, the goons flew back screaming—courtesy of Chen Xi and Su Jiaojiao.
After flattening them, Chen Xi sauntered to Wang Yue's side. She looked down at the writhing Zhang Qing'tian under his foot and snorted. "You're the sneaky bastard behind this, huh? Trying to wreck me and Wang Yue? Blind as a bat!"
She kicked him square in the face, leaving a perfect little shoe print on his cheek.
"Hey, watch for upskirt," Wang Yue warned. She was in a skirt, after all, and the guy was flat on his back.
"Relax, I've got safety shorts on." Chen Xi flashed him a sweet smile, then stomped Zhang Qing'tian's face again without mercy.
Su Jiaojiao thought it was fun and joined in, mimicking her to add more prints.
"I'll kill you all... I'll kill you..." Zhang Qing'tian thrashed with all his might but couldn't budge the foot on his chest. All he could do was roar uselessly.
Watching Wang Yue's crew brutalize him, Su Jin'er and Su Xiuer exchanged glances and laughed helplessly.
Chu Mo was shocked. She'd heard all about Zhang Qing'tian's villainy—bullying guys, harassing girls, endless crimes. But now? He was getting demolished by Wang Yue and Chen Xi.
Villains need a bigger villain to grind them down.
The thought popped into Chu Mo's head, but she immediately dismissed it. Wang Yue wasn't a villain.
One thing was clear, though: Chen Xi and Wang Yue were a perfect match. She could never picture herself publicly thrashing someone with him like that.
The girls landed a dozen kicks on his face before stopping.
"This is just a light lesson. Pull this crap again, and I'll snap your dog legs!" Wang Yue said coldly, finally lifting his foot. "Get lost!"
Zhang Qing'tian stayed down, motionless.
Not from the kicks—they weren't that hard. It was the humiliation of two little girls stomping his face in public. He'd lost all face. Truly suicidal.
"You lot, quit playing dead. We didn't hit hard. Drag your young master away before you embarrass yourselves more," Chen Xi snapped at the goons still on the floor.
Now it was their turn to despair.
They weren't hurt bad—just faking to avoid more beatings. But Chen Xi called them out. With Zhang Qing'tian's temper, they were doomed.
Wang Yue felt zero pity. These thugs had enabled Zhang Qing'tian's crimes for years. They deserved it.
If not for the bigger picture, he'd have ended Zhang Qing'tian right there. Letting him go this time? He wouldn't last long anyway.
The seed of hatred was planted. Better rip it out fast, or it'd grow into disaster.
Called out, the goons scrambled up, hoisted their comatose boss, and fled.
"Jin'er-jie, Xiuer-jie, Jiaojiao-mei." With the "enemy" gone, Chen Xi sweetly greeted the Su sisters, then turned to Chu Mo. "You must be Chu Mo-jie. Hi, I'm Chen Xi."
"H-Hi..." Facing Chen Xi, Chu Mo felt guilty. This was Wang Yue's official fiancée—made her feel like the other woman.
Su Jin'er and Su Xiuer weren't sure whether to be glad or bummed. Chu Mo clearly had feelings for Wang Yue, or she wouldn't act this way around Chen Xi.
After greetings, Chen Xi told Wang Yue, "Wang Yue, I think my shoe got messed up kicking that jerk. Come check it?"
"Sure." Wang Yue followed her to a nearby lounge for resting guests.
"Cousin's in for it now," Su Jiaojiao said with a gleeful head-shake as they walked off.
"What do you mean?" Chu Mo asked anxiously. Was this anime-girl beauty a shrew?
"Don't worry," Su Jin'er soothed. "Xi'xi's a bit willful, but she's kind-hearted. Not the jealous type."
"What's that got to do with me?" Chu Mo said stubbornly, eyes drifting toward the lounge anyway.
Inside, Chen Xi's face flipped the second the door shut. Her brows furrowed, eyes fierce. "What's your deal with that Chu Mo?"
Wang Yue wasn't surprised. He knew her well—tough on outsiders, united with him against them. Alone? Her bratty side emerged, sometimes unreasonably.
And she had the high ground here. She'd push hard.
But he had a plan. Ignoring her question, he pulled her close and kissed her lips.
Chen Xi froze. As his fiancée, they'd always been proper. That hug earlier was already bold.
A sudden kiss? Unthinkable.
But she liked him—had since childhood, seeing him as her lifelong man. She didn't resist. She melted into it.
First kiss for her; old hat for him. Soon, she tasted the bliss.
Tongues danced for a good while before they parted.
Chen Xi, embarrassed from her first time, buried her face in his shoulder. "What was that?" she pouted.
"You doubted me, so I showed you—with action—how much I love you," Wang Yue grinned.
"Hmph, don't dodge. Spill: what's with Chu Mo?" Her tone softened from interrogation to coquetry.
"No lies. At first, it was fake—for family stuff. But now... I really like her a bit." Honesty was all he could offer now. Keep her in the loop, not blind.
"I don't buy your 'love me' anymore," she said wistfully. "Say you love me, then admit feelings for another? Who do you love?"
"You, of course." No hesitation. Then: "Some guys are born players—can't be monogamous. That's me. I love you forever, unchangeable. But I can't help liking other women. Can't lie to myself—or you."
"So I can like other guys too? Be with a bunch?" she huffed.
"No way!" Wang Yue shook his head, dominant. "If you're with another man—anyone—I'll kill him. If he's stronger, let him kill me. Either way, I won't let you be with another living guy."
"Wang Yue, you're shameless!"
"Can't help it. If you can't accept..." He trailed off, drawing it out.
Chen Xi tensed, eyes welling. Is he saying if I can't accept, he'll dump me?
"...I'll make you accept. You'll be mine forever—no leaving."
She nearly exploded from rage, but deep down, it was sweet. He cared that much?
Sensing her soften, he pressed: "Xi'xi, I promise: I'll cherish you always, give you everything. Even what I don't have—if you want it, I'll get it."
"I want complete love—no sharing. Can you?" Cold question.
"Yes!" Firm as steel.
"And Chu Mo?"
"I like her, but it's not love. Just possessive urge—like owning a favorite thing. If she rejects me for another, I'd be sad, lost—but no forcing. You? I'd never quit. Even if you hate me, I'd cling forever."
Her heart melted. "But isn't that unfair to her?"
"Maybe. But if she's happy with me, that's enough. Fairness doesn't matter."
Since qi revival and martial artists, morals had shifted. Strong men with multiples? Normalized. Everyone felt it—even her.
Convinced, she nestled against him. "Remember what you said today."
"Don't worry. No matter how many women later, you'll always be my favorite."
"How many more?" she grumbled, then caught on. "Wait—you said you just started chasing her, not succeeded. So why's your kissing so good? Spill—other women?"
"Lan-jie." No hiding. Li Menglan was his public shield—easiest to accept.
After Chu Mo, one more wasn't bad. She knew Li Menglan well; they were close.
Still jealous: Why her first? I'm the fiancée!
And probably more than kissing. "How far with Lan-jie?"
"She's mine now."
"What? You bastard!" Like a feral kitten, she clawed him, heartbroken.
He hugged tight, whispering, "Jealous? Want it too?"
Her ear tingled from his breath, topic too hot. Face flaming, she denied: "N-No!"
He just held her. Silence fell.
Then: "What's sex feel like? Supposed to be amazing, right?"
"Who told you?"
"Stumbled into a chat group once. They talked."
"What kinda trash group?" Wang Yue feigned outrage. "Pull me in—I'll roast them for corrupting kids."
More women meant needing variety. Basic stuff satisfied via recovery and dual-cultivation boosts, but variety lacked.
An old pervs group? Goldmine.
"Left ages ago." Disappointing. "Anyway—how's it feel?"
He grinned slyly. "Feels great... till Lan-jie panics, I suffer."
"Panics? Suffers?"
"I barely start, she can't take it—scared I'll keep going. I hold back for her, so I blue-ball."
"Liar," she snorted. "Women outlast men. Never heard of girls tapping out first."
Learned plenty in that group. Gotta get in.
"Why tell you this?"
"To brag, trick me into okaying more girls." She smirked, all-knowing.
"Why won't you believe truth?" Sigh. "Wrong time, place—or I'd show you."
"Not scared." Blushing, defiant.
"Talk big now. Later? Begging. Even you and Lan-jie together—you'd beg."
"All talk." Baited: "Prove it. Nail any girl, I don't care. Brag? Stay faithful—no straying."
"Deal!"
Childhood bond, young hormones, intimate talk—reactions inevitable.
He was hard. She felt it poking, realized, shyly asked: "Thinking naughty?"
"Holding my pretty Xi'xi? How not?" Honest.
She pushed back, eyed the bulge. "That big?"
"Wanna see?" Tease.
Curious, sure—but shyness won. "No way! Jin'er-jie's waiting." She bolted.
"What about me?" Pitiful look.
"Handle it." Giggling, she shut the door—thoughtfully.
"Hand time again," he muttered, mood light.
Chen Xi had been his biggest hurdle. Engaged since kids—every fling felt like betrayal.
Today? Convinced easy. Bet made. Future? Smooth.
Out, the Su sisters and Chu Mo chatted idly nearby. Su Xiuer: "Xi'xi, why alone? Where's Yue?"
"Repenting inside." Blush.
Repent? Because of me? Chu Mo tensed.
Su Jiaojiao's eyes lit. She rushed the door—locked.
"Bro, don't be stingy—open up!" Knocking.
Wang Yue sighed. Chen Xi teased view; Jiaojiao forced it.
Cousin outside, mind on her plump half-exposed bun pussy. Excitement surged— he came.
Cleaned with qi, opened. "What?"
"Huh?" She checked crotch—no tent. Wrong guess. "Nothing. Checking if Xi'xi scratched your face."
"Not that bad." Laugh. Can't keep this up. Hard in wrong spot? Disaster. Iron pants?
"Long time," Su Xiuer noted.
He stroked chin. "Reflected. Hiding sucks. So—publicly: I'm officially pursuing Mo-mo-jie from now!"
"Eh?" Chu Mo jumped, eyed Chen Xi—no anger. Relief.
"Cuz, man!" Su Jiaojiao slapped his shoulder.
Su Jin'er to Chen Xi: "Don't mind?"
"If he lands her and she doesn't care no title? Nah."
"Xi'xi..." Chu Mo touched.
Su Xiuer laughed. "Hasn't chased yet—thanking already?"
Chu Mo blushed. "I didn't!"
With Chen Xi, group livelier. Played till dark, then split home.
Chen Xi teamed with Chu Mo often. Gratitude bred friendship. By afternoon, they bonded—shocking the others.
Meanwhile...
Chu Mo skipped Wang Yue's ride home, had him drop at gym, drove to Chu villa herself.
Chus didn't live suburban like Jinling's three families. City-center luxury hood, adjacent villas.
Hers with mom: smallest.
Parked, entered. Gentle voice: "Mo-mo, back?"
Clear beauty, graceful—stunning mature woman in simple homewear that couldn't hide her voluptuous curves.
Chu Mo's mom, Xu Yanran. Looks hid frailty—no different from healthy folk.
Couldn't cultivate, yet peak form—like a martial artist.
Chus fetched Jinling divine doctor Miao Qingluan. Verdict: innate Nine Yin Absolute Pulse. Lifelong no cultivation, extreme weakness.
Cure? At least low Heaven-tier pure yin technique. Impossible—holy lands only, pure yin rarer. Useless.
"Mom." Chu Mo rushed, steadied her.
Not needed, but filial.
"Mo-mo, good mood today?" Xu Yanran noted. Lately, wedding blues. Today? Radiant.
"Yeah. Decided: no family deal, no Zhang playboy."
"Good girl—Mom supports! But Dad, family... Should I beg Grandpa, uncles at Xu?"
"No! They disown you. Humiliation. No need—three families targeting Zhangs."
"Chen, Wang, Su?" Shock.
"Who else in Jinling?" Laugh. "Rest easy."
"Why target? Jin'er, Xiuer for you? Don't drag them."
"Kinda for me—but excuse. They hate Zhangs forever. Plus, Wang Yue and Chen Xi publicly trashed Zhang Qing'tian today. Lid's off."
Wang Yue thought spiked heat.
All day glued, his pure yang qi affected her deep. Memories: naughty flashes, body hot.
Sudden chill from Mom—like cold shower. Desire gone.
"Mom, true qi in you?"
"True qi?" Oblivious.
"Cool qi from you. Felt nothing?"
Brows knit. "Mo-mo, aroused earlier?"
"How'd you...?" Blush.
Sigh. "Nine Yin trait—dissipates desire in contacts."
"Really? How'd you have me then?"
"Tech now? IVF easy. No sex needed."
Clicked. Dad never overnight since she remembered.
Wondered: Mom prettier than her "Twelve Beauties," hotter than Dad's women. Why distant? This.
Couldn't blame him fully.
"Why no son via tube?"
"What of Chu Wang?" Laugh, unconcerned.
Silence. Half-bro Chu Wang—Dad's fave's son, heir-apparent.
Xu Yanran nominal wife. Her son? True heir. No for him.
"Don't pity me, Mo-mo. Having you is enough." Sensing the injustice, I tried to comfort her. Then I asked, "You seemed aroused when Wang Yue was mentioned. Is it him you like?"
Blush. "J-Just a little. He's chasing."
"More than little." Laugh. "Whatever—Mom backs. Young, engaged—but mutual? Titles irrelevant."
"Thanks, Mom." Joy.
"My girl—why formal? Bring him meet?"
"Too soon..." Blush.
"Talking what?" Voice interrupted.
Tall man entered: Chu Kuo, her dad.
"You here?" Xu Yanran's smile vanished. Flat.
Chu Kuo sighed inwardly. Feelings lingered—or wouldn't wed non-cultivator Xu miss despite status.
But Nine Yin tortured: super-wife, look-no-touch. Any man frustrated.
Post-marriage, he strayed. Bond cooled—irreparable.
"Telling Mo-mo: Zhang wedding soon. Skip gym, prep home."
"Not marrying Zhang Qing'tian. Told Mom—now you."
"Nonsense!" Stern. "Chus and Zhangs set it. No say-no!"
"You set. Never agreed."
"No choice! Family raised you twenty years, trained martial, elite. Repay time."
"Thought so once. Someone said: repay without sacrifice."
Sneer. "Riiight. What else you give Chus?"
"Save from doom."
"Meaning?" Frown.
"Take it or leave. Won't marry him dead."
No three-family tip. Attitude: tell Mom, not Dad—Zhang ally now.
Zhangs'd guess from arcade, but she wouldn't confirm.
Chu Kuo paused, sighed. "Jinling changing soon. Zhangs dominate. Back out now? Slap face. Think they'll forgive?"
Shock. "What?"
"Zhangs linked big power—Tianhai. Month max, half-year—they integrate Jinling for Zhangs."
"Know Su girls close—warn early. Yield interests or leave. Or three families gone."
Didn't expect intel—some love. Softened: "Dad, thanks."