Chapter 47

House of Peace and Goodness

On the small six‑sided rosewood table lay an exquisite tea set; a pure white jade plate held imported tuna sashimi, with truffles scattered beside it.

Beside the table lay salmon slices air‑freighted from Norway; the man's elegant, slender fingers pinched the chopsticks, picked up a piece of salmon, dipped it lightly twice in the sauce, and put it in his mouth.

The room's door was pushed open, and as soon as the man entered he uttered a beautiful Chinese sentence.

"Shit!"

After he entered, the attendant at the door closed it, and he sat directly opposite the man.

"Song Yangzhi, you're eating all by yourself and didn't call me!" Luo Yuhan snatched the chopsticks from his hand, picked up a piece of tuna sashimi, and put it in her mouth.

After eating heartily, Luo Yuhan wiped her mouth under Song Yangzhi's deep, resentful gaze, then asked, "Second Senior Brother, in such a hurry, what do you need me for?"

Song Yangzhi sat upright and whispered, "Shi Ba has returned; our plan should be flawless."

Now Luo Yuhan also put away her frivolous attitude and spoke solemnly, "Master loves Shi Ba the most; if the beloved disciple and the son‑disciple were to face off, I don't know whom he'd favor."

He glanced away, not looking at Luo Yuhan, "I think Jun Ahran might be of the same kind as us."

Lately he has had people watch Jun Ahran more closely; he can see his own reflection in her, the same kind of person bearing the same mission, chosen by the family elders.

Luo Yuhan thought for a moment; the image of her phoenix‑eyes flickered in his mind, and he couldn't help laughing. Seen by Song Yangzhi's puzzled look, he stifled his laughter and said, "How could that be? Her aloof demeanor—I wouldn't dare to act like that in this lifetime."

People like them, for survival, for family, for life, can only tuck their tails and behave, only speak and act cautiously, only struggle desperately to climb upward.

But Jun Ahran's arrogance from childhood onward bears sharp edges.

Song Yangzhi shook his head slightly, "I don't think so; her aloofness is armor to protect herself, her reverse scale is to conceal herself; perhaps she is one in ten thousand of a parasitic daughter."

Hearing that, he felt somewhat startled; it probably wouldn't be the case.

He wants to get close to Jun Ahran, nothing more than envy of her character—cold, aloof, yet daring to love and hate; all her dislikes are out in the open, unlike others who painstakingly disguise themselves.

She dares to speak, dares to act, has the ability to speak, has the capability to act.

How could such a poised, self‑possessed girl be a parasitic daughter?

Las Vegas

"'Young master, everything is ready; you can return with peace of mind.' The old steward stood on the rooftop, hearing the helicopter's roar."

"The man, who had been up for several days, lazily laughed, 'Then I'm off, Uncle; please look after the casino for me.'"

The old man nodded repeatedly; these past days the young master has been busy with casino affairs, never resting properly, his eyes rimmed with red bloodshot.

Originally he had earnestly advised the young master not to return to the country, but he couldn't be persuaded.

The young master only said, "Someone is waiting for me in Jiang City; I must go back."

That person is quite special.

He is the sect master of Floating Gate; a figure whom the upper‑class elite must respectfully greet; he holds some hidden scandals of aristocratic families, knowing everything, and many are willing to send their heirs to Floating Gate, while the sect leader of Floating Gate usually comes from the noble lineage.

Rumor has it that the senior elder brother of Floating Gate, Pei Yusen, is the eldest son and heir of the century‑old aristocratic Pei family.

The man stepped onto the rope ladder dropped from the helicopter, climbed up nimbly; his unruly silver hair was blown into disarray by the wind, he entered the helicopter, closed the door, and opposite him sat a man in camouflage with a submachine gun slung in front.

He began to close his eyes to rest; after several days of exhaustion, not long after, his faint, even breathing was overwhelmed by the helicopter's noise.

Even with a silencer installed, the noise is still deafening.

Exquisite Academy

A girl was in the training room, surrounded by mirrors; only she and her senior brother were in the training room.

Pei Yusen again gave her extra coaching, training her alone.

He told her to do something, and she did it.

She wore a dark blue top and black loose long pants; doing those simple movements was as easy as reaching into a bag to take something out, like turning over her palm to examine the lines.

"Swallow Carrying Mud," he said privately, wanting to be closer, but his tone still carried an unyielding firmness that brooked no refusal.

Jun Aran held a flower sword in her hand; the flower sword in her right hand passed over her left arm, her flexibility was excellent, her waist slightly leaned back, her whole body like a roly‑poly toy, she lowered her waist to the floor yet rose again without effort, the flower sword in her hand moved very beautifully, perhaps because her fingers were slender.

He couldn't help but exclaim upon seeing such a beautiful move, "I never expected Ah Ran's recent progress to be this great."

Such progress is truly hard to believe; performing this "Swallow Carrying Mud" poorly easily strains the waist, especially testing waist strength.

She silently complained to herself, "Nonsense, I've lived two lifetimes; if I made no progress at all, I might as well die by hitting a wall."

But on the surface she merely said lightly, "My waist is fine."

Hearing that, he couldn't help but fix his gaze on her slender waist, examining her closely before realizing just how pretty this junior sister was.

Pei Yusen appeared calm and casual, saying, "First do a sparrow‑hawk flip, then talk about your waist being fine."

Upon hearing that, Jun Aran set aside her flower sword, put on a three‑meter‑long water‑sleeve garment, and the three‑meter‑long water sleeves coiled before her as if they had come alive.

She did four or five flips in a row, each one more beautiful than the last.

The man's gaze involuntarily fell on her waist, as well as her sweaty cheeks from training, and her slightly crimson lips opened and closed.

Pei Yusen saw that she had learned the "sparrow‑hawk flip" well, so he began to sing the verses in response to her.

"Then Su Long and Wei Hu act as matchmakers in the campaign."

……

"To gain the name of a filial son, and spread peace throughout the world."

After growing tired from practice, she simply sat on the floor, and in the training room's mirror appeared her lazy appearance.

"Ah Ran, do you have any objections to me?"

The man above her handed her a bottle of water; she took it but did not drink.

"How could it be." She turned her gaze elsewhere, daring not to glance at him again.

In this lifetime, she no longer wanted to have any involvement with him.

Pei Yusen sat not far from her, admiring her small, exquisite earrings, which Luo Yu Han had given her; he had seen Luo Yu Han hand them over.

"Then why have you never looked at me?"

Although the two often trained together, she had never actually given him a proper look.

Could it be that he looks very off-putting?

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