Chapter 215

Song Mo figured it out.

After everything had dried.

An Yinuo and Lin Weiwei were both fully occupied, but Song Mo's mood had cleared, his inner thoughts suddenly enlightened.

He felt he had been far too timid before.

Given his current wealth, strength, and the system he possessed, he was more than enough to act without restraint.

Know this: as long as Song Mo wanted to, there was no one in this world he couldn't kill.

Never mind the god-defying ability of 【Phasing】, even if the solar system exploded, Song Mo could survive unharmed for an hour.

Song Mo's 【Telekinesis】 had now grown strong enough to lift a thousand jin remotely, as long as the target was within a certain range.

Song Mo could completely manipulate a person's brain to sever its nerves; cruelly, he could crush a human skull midair as easily as cracking an egg.

And then there was Song Wanrou.

A man like him should possess multiple women.

"From now on, the emperor no longer rises early for court."

His body was still coated with An Yinuo's milky scent and Lin Weiwei's sweet, grapefruit-like fragrance; Song Mo held them both, still asleep.

…

He had reached a non-human realm.

It would be better to lay everything bare now.

No matter how angry Xia Yu and Xia Rou might be, Song Mo would still dote on them—giving them the best material comforts and special emotional care.

And this rule, Song Mo could fully adapt to—and make it serve him.

He lay back down, one arm wrapped around each, sleeping soundly.

Especially Xia Yu and Xia Rou—they had never wronged Song Mo in their past lives; morally, he owed them.

But.

Modern society had its own rules.

It was daytime.

The deed was done; even if he concealed it, he would only make them more disappointed later.

Song Mo sighed, "I can't keep avoiding her. After I return, I'll explain everything to her."

If so, why should Song Mo break the rules and resort to violence—the lowest method—to gain wealth and power?

The same applied to women: though Song Mo knew this was tyrannical and deeply unfair.

But Song Mo would still endure it, because showing off brought him no benefit; his abilities could certainly be revealed, but wasn't it better not to?

He woke only at noon.

Song Mo suddenly remembered a poem.

An Yinuo and Lin Weiwei were still asleep.

But he gave each of their buttocks a firm slap.

"Wake up!"

An Yinuo and Lin Weiwei had actually woken up earlier, but upon realizing they were still wrapped in Song Mo's arms, they snuggled deeper into his embrace and closed their eyes again.

They hadn't eaten breakfast or lunch.

Last night's physical exertion had been intense.

The energy expenditure was extraordinary.

Fortunately, Song Mo's cooking was sublime—searing hot wok stir-fries without burning were child's play to him.

He quickly prepared the meal.

Then, after finishing lunch.

Song Mo told An Yinuo and Lin Weiwei to rest at home for a while longer; he would now go to Song Wanrou's place and lay everything bare.

On the drive to Song Wanrou's house, Song Mo sent Xia Yu and Xia Rou a text: Chen Xi had been eliminated; they needn't worry about him anymore.

He would return home this afternoon to cook.

Song Mo returned to Song Zhai, his heart filled with quiet lament.

He had fully understood the events of his past life.

Was Song Wanrou at fault? Of course she was.

In his past life, it was she who revealed Song Mo's whereabouts, leading directly to his final, brutal death.

Don't say that even if Song Wanrou hadn't leaked it, with premeditation against innocence, Song Mo would still have been caught.

Song Wanrou indirectly caused Song Mo's death—that was the fact.

Song Zhai still used the same fingerprint lock.

Song Mo tested his fingerprint—it hadn't changed—and walked right in.

Unexpectedly, after taking just two steps, he saw a woman in a bathrobe, lounging lazily on the sofa.

Her legs were carelessly draped; the bathrobe failed to conceal all her beauty—her deep thighs invited endless imagination.

It was Dushima Yingxue.

Song Mo cleared his throat twice.

Hearing the man's voice, Dushima Yingxue immediately sat upright, her brow sharp with hostility, even carrying a hint of killing intent—until she saw Song Mo, then her expression instantly softened.

"Teacher!"

Dushima Yingxue sprang up in delight.

Now that she knew it was Song Mo, she became exceptionally open—least of all in her physique; the bath towel slipped, revealing half her shoulder, yet she acted as if unaware.

Song Mo wasn't quite sure of Dushima Yingxue's nature—she ought to be complex, as the legitimate daughter of the first noble family of Yinghuaguo and its future successor.

Simply to learn martial arts, she traveled ten thousand miles to Huaguo and stayed by Song Mo's side, humble and unassuming—yet it looked as if she had ulterior motives.

【How did Teacher suddenly appear here? I was planning to visit Teacher's home tomorrow… I truly miss Teacher's strong body.】

【That night, although my body had been trained constantly—my endurance and flexibility pushed to the highest levels—I still couldn't withstand Teacher's thrusts.】

【If I hadn't intercepted Song Wanrou back then, her frail frame would likely have been doomed. After surviving that ordeal, once my body recovered, I began craving it day and night.】

【When will I be favored by Teacher again?】

Song Mo used Telepathy on Dushima Yingxue; after overhearing her inner thoughts, Song Mo's heart was shaken by a storm of shock.

He had always believed he took Song Wanrou—yet it turned out to be Dushima Yingxue?

But what was Song Wanrou doing at that time?

She couldn't possibly have watched Dushima Yingxue fool around with him!

Isn't that self-greening?

Previously, Song Mo had thought to use Dushima Yingxue's influence—once she seized power, he could indirectly influence Yinghuaguo.

But now.

Song Mo had a bolder idea.

Now, he must support Dushima Yingxue—not only to secure her complete control over Yinghuaguo, but to make her lead Yinghuaguo in gradually breaking free from Piaoliang Guo's constraints.

Become a pawn under Song Mo's control.

Song Mo did not feel his actions were cruel; when dealing with Yinghuaguo women, there was no need for excessive benevolence or righteousness.

Their nation likes to be a dog—if you lack strength to make them be a dog, they grow unhappy, test you for a while, then start biting.

The people of Yinghuaguo are the same.

They deserve a beating.

Song Mo asked: "Where is Song Wanrou?"

Dushima Yingxue smiled faintly: "Wanrou-jie hasn't returned yet. Teacher Xia Shuqin called her to attend a concert."

Song Mo nodded, stood up, looked down at Dushima Yingxue, gripped her chin, and inhaled deeply against her neck.

The rich scent of cherry blossoms, mixed with the deep aroma of a woman.

She was no longer a virgin; after suspecting this, Song Mo, using his Proficient Ancient Medicine skill, observed closely and confirmed it—his certainty deepened.

"Why does your scent feel familiar?"

Song Mo pinned Dushima Yingxue against the wall, his gaze piercing hers.

(End of Chapter)