Chapter 133: This Woman Must Be Out of Her Mind

When Song Wanrou walked out of the kitchen.

She gave people a refreshed feeling.

It wasn't simply a change in her expression.

Rather, it was a true, from-the-inside-out power of spirit that brought about a completely different outward appearance.

Like a lost helmsman who, in his moment of despair, suddenly saw the direction forward and the dawn of victory.

Song Mo didn't know what Song Wanrou was thinking inside; he only felt that she seemed to have accepted in an instant the fact that Xia Rou was his girlfriend, and kept asking Xia Rou if she was warm enough, if she was cold enough.

Moreover, Song Wanrou wasn't only attentive to Xia Rou—even Xia Yu was being taken care of warmly by her.

Picking out dishes, pouring water, chatting gently…

Although Song Wanrou's behavior was a bit enthusiastic, overall she still came across as a good older sister, and didn't seem particularly abnormal.

The atmosphere of the Song Family was truly relaxed and pleasant.

However,

inside Song Wanrou, her heart began to grow stubborn.

She had grabbed a life-saving straw, and could no longer worry about whether it would scrape her arm.

The phone suddenly rang.

Song Mo took out his phone and answered the call.

"Hello? This is Song Mo."

"Yingxue, you've already arrived in Huaguo?"

"You're at Shanghai International Airport? Alright, I'll have someone pick you up right away."

Because Song Mo hadn't turned on speaker.

Therefore, none of the people at the dinner table heard the woman on the other end of the line speaking.

The three women exchanged glances.

Song Mo hung up the phone and explained:

"This is a Japanese disciple I took on in the United States. She flew all the way from Japan to Modu to find me. I haven't really taught her anything yet, so I suppose she must be getting a bit anxious."

Neither Xia Rou nor Xia Yu asked further; they simply nodded.

They weren't the type of girls to make unreasonable scenes or fly into baseless jealousy, so they wouldn't pester Song Mo with questions just because he had a female disciple—questions that might as well have "I don't trust you" written all over their faces.

Song Wanrou, however, was thinking:

【A female disciple? She must be very pretty.】

【It's not that my little brother only takes in pretty disciples, but because any woman with normal sexual orientation, when getting close to my little brother, can't possibly be without that kind of intention.】

【My little brother doesn't know—don't I know?】

……

Modu Airport.

Dushima Yingxue stood at the airport entrance, her graceful bearing like a beauty left behind by the world.

She was really very recognizable.

But very few people came up to hit on her.

Because her aura was simply too strong—that kind of cold aloofness that kept people a thousand miles away, and a magnetic field of pride that came from the heart, made people shrink back at the sight.

There was a sense of being fit to be admired from afar, but not to be trifled with.

Even the few "veterans" who, gathering their courage, went up to hit on her, ultimately retreated under Dushima Yingxue's cold gaze—a gaze that didn't seem to be looking at a fellow human at all, but at scum.

Afterwards they were indignant, feeling they had been looked down on by this woman, but their hearts were still pounding, and they didn't go to demand an explanation.

Song Mo spotted Dushima Yingxue from afar.

He strode quickly up to her.

He took the suitcase Dushima Yingxue was carrying.

Then he led the way on his own.

"Come with me. Have you eaten?"

"No."

Dushima Yingxue tried to take the suitcase back.

"Teacher, this sort of thing should still be left to the student."

Song Mo brushed her hand aside.

"Are we really going to fight over something this small?"

"If you really have the heart to show respect to your teacher, then when I teach you Martial Dao next, don't complain about it being hard, and in the future don't disgrace me on the international stage—that'll be enough!"

Dushima Yingxue pressed her lips into a smile.

She quickened her pace to catch up with Song Mo's stride.

"Teacher, I'll do my best!"

"From here on, please guide me well!"

Song Mo glanced at Dushima Yingxue. She seemed to be in a very good mood—her originally cold, aloof expression had now turned into a silly grin, and he had no idea what she was so happy about.

【I feel like this new disciple I took on might not be all that bright. Is she really the only daughter of the foremost noble house of Yinghuaguo?】

【Whatever—it's actually better if she's a bit dumb, so she won't cause me trouble.】

Song Mo drove Dushima Yingxue home.

Led by Song Mo, Dushima Yingxue entered Song Zhai.

Her curious eyes looked around, observing the dwelling of the man she had chosen—the man fated to conquer her—just what kind of place was it?

Dushima Yingxue saw the men's slippers at the door—these must be the slippers Song Mo-kun had worn for a long time, right?

Also, from the entrance one could see the piano displayed on the second floor from the living room—would Song Mo play magnificent music in the silence of the night?

Dushima Yingxue's gaze drifted about, constantly taking in everything around her while secretly analyzing; she guessed that Song Mo was the sort of man who lived casually and naturally, yet was, without realizing it, quite particular.

It seems that, in the future, if she were to become Song Mo's wife, she too would have to pay more attention to such matters…

But, in Dushima Yingxue's heart—

—she did not really want to become Song Mo's wife.

【Rather than becoming Song Mo's wife, I would rather become one of Song Mo's possessions, and let him write his name upon me, leaving his brand.】

【Then, anytime, anywhere, whenever he feels happy, please use Yingxue as much as he likes!】

【Yingxue will be Song Mo's most loyal vessel!】

The moment she thought of the fact that she was now standing inside Song Mo's home—

—the air filling her lungs was the very air Song Mo had breathed for so long, carrying his scent—Dushima Yingxue felt so, so satisfied…

She even wanted to dance!

To show Song Mo the graceful dance she had been practicing since childhood, to display the beautiful body she had cherished for eighteen years, and the enchanting figure that best brought out a woman's soft, alluring beauty…

No, no, no—

The air Song Mo breathed must be poisonous.

Otherwise, how could Dushima Yingxue feel her body floating as if in a trance, as though she were already dancing?

One had to admit, Dushima Yingxue really was sick.

And gravely so.

If only Song Mo knew her mind was ill—otherwise, no matter how illustrious her status, how noble her position, how much benefit she could bring him—

Song Mo would never have taken Dushima Yingxue as a disciple.

He feared his sect would be cursed with an unfilial disciple.

Dushima Yingxue had still been in the throes of a mental fantasy-orgasm, when suddenly, her heaven-gifted keen sense of smell picked up three different fragrances.

The flush on her face instantly returned to normal.

A woman in heat instantly disguised herself as the picture of dignified elegance, every movement brimming with the graceful beauty of a Yamato-nadeshiko.

She radiated a powerful aura of charm.

Song Mo walked ahead, completely unaware of Dushima Yingxue's little antics behind him, never realizing he had been mentally insulted.

And, seemingly, this obsessed woman put on a convincing act.

They arrived at the dining room.

Song Mo introduced Dushima Yingxue to the three women.

"This is Dushima Yingxue, a swordsmanship disciple from Yinghuaguo, currently studying Martial Dao under me."

"Yingxue, greet everyone."

(End of chapter)