Chapter 65: Leng Wanqiu Tries to Flatter, Bruce

Leng Wanqiu had already collected sufficient evidence.

Chen Xi and Song Wanrou had a secret meeting at a bar yesterday.

And all their chat records had been copied by Leng Wanqiu.

It was now solid proof.

She had intended to contact Song Mo immediately.

But she never expected an even more shocking development to follow.

The two were drunk, and it seemed they were about to sleep together?

Just as Leng Wanqiu was waiting eagerly.

Song Wanrou's next move left Leng Wanqiu utterly confused.

After Chen Xi passed out.

Song Wanrou used her phone to call a woman.

The woman supported Chen Xi out of the bar and took him to a nearby hotel.

The woman didn't leave until late at night.

This left Leng Wanqiu completely stunned.

What was Song Wanrou doing?

Weren't you flirting with Chen Xi on your phone? Then you got him drunk on purpose, only to call a woman to sleep with him?

Leng Wanqiu frowned and thought for a long time, unable to make sense of it.

She contacted Song Mo.

After hesitating, she sent Song Mo the chat records between Song Wanrou and Chen Xi.

She also sent the private detective's video footage from the bar— footage of Song Wanrou and Chen Xi drinking together.

"Who cares? If I can't figure it out, I won't try. I'll tell Song Mo first—maybe this can improve our relationship."

"As for how to improve it, if he's unwilling to act, I'll handle this adoptive sister of his who has no boundaries, and teach Chen Xi, that lowlife, a lesson."

The phone showed.

Song Mo had received Leng Wanqiu's message and files.

Leng Wanqiu secretly felt pleased.

If Song Mo truly didn't care, he would've already blocked this account.

The fact that he didn't block it—wasn't that because he was interested in my message?

If so, then there's still room to communicate with Song Mo. As long as there's room, there's a chance to repair our relationship.

Actually,

After receiving Leng Wanqiu's message, Song Mo wasn't particularly concerned.

He was still immersed in the joy of becoming Proficient in the Five Animals Play.

He wasn't some green tea guy who clung to the power of insane women, scheming only to please them.

Song Mo had his own career to pursue!

Still, regarding Song Wanrou,

Song Mo read through all the materials.

In his heart, there was disappointment—and also a sense of "as expected."

To be honest, wasn't Song Wanrou exactly the one who met Chen Xi in his past life and was deceived by his facade?

Song Mo didn't want to salvage anything.

"Those who leave cannot be held back."

He sighed softly.

Song Mo walked to the windowsill and looked out at the bustling streets.

He whispered to himself:

"But something will always belong to me."

He looked at Leng Wanqiu's message on his phone.

"Song Mo, do you want me to handle these two for you?"

He didn't reply.

From Leng Wanqiu's recent attitude, Song Mo had interpreted one piece of information—the signal Leng Wanqiu had been desperately sending.

—Leng Wanqiu was trying to flatter him.

Why?

Song Mo didn't know.

He guessed it might have something to do with the support from the An Family and the Lin Family.

Was Leng Wanqiu backing down? So even Chen Xi, that green tea guy, was just a measurable commodity to a woman who truly held power.

Song Mo called Bruce.

Bruce, as his personal coach,

would receive a surprise from Song Mo.

……

Bruce arrived quickly at Song Mo's Lianwuchang.

He wore a white tank top, his massive, defined muscles fully exposed, radiating overwhelming power and ferocity.

Seeing Song Mo, Bruce rushed forward for a bear hug.

"Don't do that, Bruce—you know I don't hug men."

Song Mo dodged aside and raised a hand to stop Bruce.

"Alright, boss."

"Even though you, boss, rejected my loving embrace, I still love you so very much."

"I can't even guarantee that if you told me to pick up soap, I wouldn't squat down and do it."

"It's all because you possess that miraculous medicine I simply can't refuse. You know, boss, Dragon Tiger Bone-Strengthening Pill must be a prescription invented by God."

"You are Prometheus, who stole the fire of the gods."

The more Bruce talked, the more off it sounded, to the point that Song Mo's face grew darker and darker, and he had already begun considering whether to throw a punch.

Fortunately, after Bruce caught sight of Song Mo's expression, he seamlessly smoothed the conversation over and laid on a string of flattery.

Song Mo punched Bruce on the shoulder.

Bruce let out a muffled grunt of pain.

This was absolutely revenge!

Seeing the other fellow baring his teeth and wincing, Song Mo curled his lip. "I only used a third of my strength. No need to act like it hurts that much."

Bruce said in surprise, "A third of your strength? Boss, you must be joking."

Bruce was the very first person to know that Song Mo was practicing martial arts.

He had the most direct understanding of Song Mo's strength.

Unless he'd taken some kind of miraculous elixir, how could it have grown so much? The Dragon Tiger Bone-Strengthening Pill could boost strength too, but the effect was only slight!

In fact, Song Mo really had taken quite a few miraculous elixirs.

Marrow-Washing Pill, Da Huan Dan, Dragon Tiger Bone-Strengthening Pill…

On top of that, practicing the Five Animal Frolics had unlocked the body's potential.

It wasn't just a growth in strength—his physical condition had undergone an all-around leap.

Song Mo felt a touch of pride.

"Bruce, there's an old saying in China: 'A scholar, separated three days, must be looked at with new eyes.'"

"I can understand your surprise, but you should know that, for me, this is really nothing out of the ordinary."

Unlike the reserved, restrained Chinese.

Foreigners prefer a more flamboyant personality.

In Bruce's eyes, Song Mo's words weren't bragging—they were putting on a massive show.

Beyond shock, his eyes also held a strong desire to explore.

"Song Mo, what on earth is going on? I feel like you've undergone a tremendous change!"

Bruce had just suddenly caught a whiff of danger from Song Mo. As an absolutely seasoned fighter, he knew what that meant.

This was the aura of a strong one.

How long had Song Mo been practicing martial arts?

Had it even been two months?

Bruce suddenly spoke up.

"Come to think of it, boss, it feels like it's been a long time since we've done any combat training together. I see you striking all sorts of strange poses every day."

Song Mo had been practicing the Five Animal Frolics this whole stretch.

He was still learning Combat, but he hadn't done any Combat PKs.

Bruce issued an invitation to Song Mo.

He really wanted to probe Song Mo's limits.

What he didn't know was that Song Mo had not only reached Proficient mastery in the Five Animal Frolics, but had also reached Proficient in Combat.

Although Bruce also possessed Proficient-level Fighting Skill.

But…

A martial arts master, in front of an internal-arts master—the difference between the two was like the difference between a person with a gun and an ordinary person.

Song Mo agreed to the sparring match.

(End of chapter)