Chapter 70: Volume 1, Chapter 70: Violent Alpha x Gentle Omega (10)

"How high has Jing Cang's favorability reached?" Jiang Zhi thought of an important matter.

【Villain Jing Cang's favorability 100】

Jiang Zhi felt this world was somewhat surreal; before long, the villain's favorability had maxed out, and three villain doppelgängers appeared in succession.

But there was an advantage: she could now directly increase Jing Cang's hatred value.

The slightly thick suit jacket draped over her legs faintly emitted a cool, pine-like scent, different from Jing Cang's, lacking its strong aggressiveness.

Heavy footsteps approached; soon after, Rong Mingcheng returned, his inscrutable fox-like eyes calm, his thin lips slightly parted.

Many people are coming over...

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhi's face showed panic; she leaned against the nearby grass wall, tried to stand, but staggered and fell again.

Rong Mingcheng walked to a point three steps away from her and stopped, maintaining a distance that would reassure her, saying, "I can carry you away from here without them noticing."

Hearing his voice, Jiang Zhi hesitated, biting her lip, her cheeks flushed from heat slightly lifting; after a moment, she softly said, "Okay."

Rong Mingcheng took two steps forward, then immediately squatted with his back to her; his white shirt, in the dim light, faintly outlined the strong, sturdy lines of his back.

Rong Mingcheng, the Second Prince of the Empire, always presented himself with a perfect façade, his mind deep as an abyss; otherwise he would not have become the king's most beloved prince.

And Jing Cang, during the time he lived in the Wangong as a child, had also been tormented by him to the point of exasperation.

But Jing Cang still doesn't realize that all the bullying he suffered earlier was orchestrated by Rong Mingcheng.

Rong Mingcheng appears little in the literary plot, but he counts as a negative character; his ending is death in war.

Jiang Zhi glanced at his back, extended a finger to rest on his shoulder, feeling a slight coolness; after she lay fully on his back, she asked somewhat unnaturally:

"My name is Jiang Zhi; who are you?"

Those who came here were all high-ranking nobles and dignitaries of exalted status; the man before her exuded an aura of refined nobility, his suit fabric luxurious and costly.

Rong Mingcheng replied calmly: "Rong Mingcheng."

The girl on his back was as light as a feather; her falling curls of dark hair spread across his cheek, bringing a gentle tickle. The peach-blossom fragrance like a flower bud enveloped them; her slender, soft body made one's heart sway and mind wander.

"Hmm." Jiang Zhi fell silent, saying no more.

Until they exited the Jing family's rear gate, the night was thick, fine specks of light scattering onto the ground, the surroundings silent and still.

Jiang Zhi got down from his back; perhaps feeling too embarrassed, her cheeks flushed slightly as she sincerely said, "Thank you for seeing me out."

Rong Mingcheng draped the suit jacket over her shoulders, stepped back with his long fingers slowly undoing the cuff buttons, saying, "It's fine; just be more careful from now on."

The man differed from the gentle, approachable silver-haired Rong Qingzhou; instead he exuded a different mature charm.

Jiang Zhi hesitated on the spot, then slowly said, "I..."

Before she could finish, Jing Cang, who had been out of contact for a long time, strode up to her, his dark eyes fixed tightly on her face; seeing she was unharmed, his furrowed brows slightly relaxed.

"I told you to wait for me; why did you come out?"

After the matter was over, he immediately went to look for her, but the room was empty, and she didn't know where she had gone.

In a short time, he had searched nearly everywhere, fortunately finding her.

The youth's pupils were as black as ink; his tone wasn't loud, yet it seemed to suppress boundless ferocity and volatility.

Jiang Zhi's face turned pale, her lips pressed tight: "I waited for you in the room for three hours, you never came back, I'm hungry, I wanted to go out to find something to eat."

Every time it's like this, he's fierce toward her, as if a wild lion wanted to devour her.

Jing Cang realized his tone was too harsh, but he hadn't learned how to restrain himself; he clenched his teeth and softened his voice, saying, "Come back with me."

Jiang Zhi was unwilling; her gaze swept past him to Rong Mingcheng behind, and she apologetically nodded.

Only then did Jing Cang notice the man behind him; upon recognizing him, he narrowed his eyes slightly, "Second Prince, aren't you going inside to offer a toast?"

Rong Mingcheng's inscrutable fox-like eyes lifted; he said lightly, "I should also head back."

Shifting the topic, he curled the corner of his mouth in a smile that didn't reach his eyes: "However, tonight I must congratulate Young Master Jing on his happy union with the Twelfth Younger Sister."

If not mentioned, it would be fine; but once brought up, Jing Cang's face suddenly turned gloomy and menacing.

"........"

The youth is still young; although he has ten years of battlefield experience, in Rong Mingcheng's eyes he is merely a brat who relies only on violence.

Rong Mingcheng disdains to use tactics against him.

But the girl beside Jing Cang... for those he wants, Rong Mingcheng is never in a hurry; whatever he does, he ensures it is flawless.

Step by step, he lets the prey fall into the trap, then reaps the spoils.

"I happen to be heading back; I can give you a ride." These words were addressed to the girl.

Ignoring the youth's fierce gaze, as if he had never been in his sight from beginning to end.

This instantly caused Jing Cang's anger to erupt; his figure flashed as he engaged in close combat with him.

Rong Mingcheng is no match for him head-on; he can only nimbly dodge his attacks with light steps.

Watching the sudden turn of events, Jiang Zhi almost sat aside cracking melon seeds to watch the show.

But she had to maintain her persona; she cleared her throat and shouted at them.

Naturally, no one responded to her.

Jiang Zhi let out a light sigh.

The pheromones of a 3S Alpha and a 2S collided, a terrifying aura spreading across heaven and earth as if it would tear everything apart.

After the upper-hand Jing Cang swung a punch, fiercely smashing it into Rong Mingcheng's face, Jiang Zhi shouted loudly at him.

"Jing Cang!!"

Jing Cang abruptly halted, his narrow eyes flashing with chilling malice, entwined with scarlet bloodshot veins, like a furious male lion.

Meanwhile, Rong Mingcheng stepped back, raised the back of his hand to rub his split lip; fresh blood seeped out, sliding down from his knife-edged chin.

Jiang Zhi staggered over to Rong Mingcheng's front; upon seeing his shocking wound, she sucked in a breath of cold air.

"Are you okay?"

Rong Cheng's thin lips twitched, accidentally pulling at his wound, making him wince; still, he shook his head to comfort her: "I'm fine, you don't need to worry."

Jing Cang never imagined she would first go to someone else's side instead of his.

Jealousy brewed in his chest, almost making him lose control of the urge to drag her into his arms.

Jiang Zhi! Come over!

He commanded firmly.

Jiang Zhi is not his pet, not his possession.

She turned back, expressionless, and said: "Jing Cang, you will never consider my feelings, always insisting on your own opinion,"

I know you're getting engaged, so forming a team is unnecessary; I'll go withdraw the team roster.