Chapter 7462
This person is not to be trifled with!
Chen Shouzhou's attitude was far from impartial; it was clearly a blatant attempt to curry favor with Xiao Chen, or even a public show of support!
As for Xiao Chen, who was at the heart of the matter, he was already used to this. Before Chen Shouzhou could say another word, he took Qin Xianglan and, under the extremely complicated gazes of everyone,
Shock, awe, fear, and curiosity filled his voice as he turned and left with a composed gait and an upright posture, as if he had merely crushed the legs of two ants rather than severely injuring a young master of the Yang family.
Two figures gradually receding into the distance were deeply imprinted in the minds of everyone present.
An idea quietly took root in everyone's mind and grew stronger with each passing moment:
This person is absolutely not to be trifled with!
……
The underground parking lot of Mingxin Villa is brightly lit and slightly cool.
Qin Xianglan sat in the driver's seat of her sleek Porsche, her heart still pounding, her chest rising and falling slightly. The image of Xiao Chen protecting her and crushing Yang Ao just now kept replaying in her mind, lingering there.
While the hero rescuing the damsel in distress is a cliché, when it actually happens to you, and the person who comes to your aid is someone as mysterious, powerful, and charismatic as Xiao Chen, the impact is enough to shatter any woman's defenses.
During her short half-day trip to Mingxin Manor, Xiao Chen's figure had grown increasingly imposing in her mind, almost like a deity, with every move exuding a captivating tension.
She bit her lower lip lightly, and a bold yet somewhat absurd thought popped into her head uncontrollably: if she took the initiative now, could she leave some mark on his heart? A sense of regret welled up in her heart; why hadn't she met him sooner?
Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in this world.
She knew that once she left this place and returned to the city's social circles and established routines, it would be incredibly difficult to have another opportunity to be alone with Xiao Chen like this.
Xiao Chen's intervention just now was mostly out of friendship and loyalty; he probably didn't have any other intentions towards her.
A mix of hesitation, shyness, and a flicker of impulse swirled within her. She was confident that her looks and demeanor were second to none; if she took the initiative, would Mr. Xiao… accept her?
Hearing Xiao Chen's even and steady breathing coming from the back seat, Qin Xianglan took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind.
She quietly unbuckled her seatbelt, pushed open the car door, tiptoed around to the back seat, and slowly opened the door to get in, her movements so gentle that she was afraid of disturbing Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen hadn't been sleeping soundly and had already sensed the movement. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Qin Xianglan sitting beside him, her cheeks flushed like a sunset and her eyes glistening with tears.
She had shed her usual competence and gained a rare air of charm and tension, even her breathing was somewhat rapid.
"Are you feeling unwell? Why is your face so red?" Xiao Chen frowned, his tone tinged with doubt.
“Mr. Xiao…I…” Qin Xianglan’s voice trembled slightly, her eyes revealing a clear hint, as she mustered her courage to speak.
"Thanks to your help today, I have no way to repay you. In the future... in the future, if Mr. Xiao has any requests, I will do my best, no matter what..."
By the end, her voice was barely audible, her cheeks were flushed red as if they were about to bleed, and even the roots of her ears were pink.
Xiao Chen was slightly taken aback, but after a moment he understood what she meant and couldn't help but chuckle: "What a coincidence, I do have something I'd like to ask you for help with."
Qin Xianglan's beautiful eyes lit up instantly, her breathing became more rapid, and her eyes were filled with shy anticipation as she tentatively asked in a low voice, "Is it... in the car?"
Xiao Chen nodded, his tone completely natural: "Yes, you can do it with your hands, it's not difficult."
Qin Xianglan's face flushed instantly, a few ambiguous images flashing through her mind, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest. She hesitated for a moment, her voice soft as water: "Actually... I can use it too..."
As she spoke, she stretched out her slender, fair hand, trembling slightly, and tentatively reached towards Xiao Chen's waist.
But just as she reached halfway, Xiao Chen gently grasped her wrist, his strength gentle yet firm, leaving no room for escape.
Xiao Chen pointed to the driver's seat in front of him, a helpless smile in his eyes, and said frankly, "You're overthinking it. What I mean is, could you please drive me home? You were the one who drove here earlier, and I'm not familiar with the route."
Qin Xianglan froze on the spot as if struck by lightning. The next second, her face turned completely red, from her cheeks to her neck and the base of her ears, even the tips of her ears were flushed a hot pink.
Overwhelmed by immense shame and a touch of disappointment, she wished she could disappear into the ground.
She practically sprang from the back seat, frantically scrambling back to the driver's seat, her fingers trembling as she fastened her seatbelt, her voice betraying her embarrassment and trembling:
"I'm...I'm so sorry, Mr. Xiao! I...I'll drive off right away!"
As Xiao Chen watched her flustered figure disappear, the smile in his eyes deepened. The air in the back seat seemed to still carry the faint fragrance of her body.
……
The Porsche's engine roared deeply as its streamlined body shot out of the Mingxin Villa underground parking garage like an arrow and merged into the outer lane.
And shortly after its taillights completely disappeared from sight...
In the darkness surrounding Mingxin Villa, a dozen or so obscure and unpredictable figures suddenly flashed by.
These auras, some as sharp as a blade, others as deep and powerful as a mountain, vary in strength but all far surpass those of ordinary martial arts masters. Their restrained auras are like those of a lurking ferocious beast.
They sped towards the building where the Dan Sect headquarters was located from all directions, silently but with a chilling sense of oppression.
The spatial anomaly that had previously erupted above the villa was suppressed in its range by Xiao Chen.
The ancient and desolate aura that lingered there, as well as the profound fluctuations that touched the rules, still penetrated through layers of barriers, alarming a group of reclusive old monsters in the western region and even the surrounding areas.
They understood far better than the ordinary martial artists who stood by and watched. Anyone who could trigger such subtle and unpredictable fluctuations in the energy of heaven and earth was no ordinary person. It was a sign that they had touched the essence of the rules, something that even ordinary Heavenly Realm experts might not be able to do!
A few dozen days ago, a brief burst of energy also flashed somewhere in the west, but it was so fast that it was like an illusion and impossible to pinpoint.
This time, the source of the energy was crystal clear: it was the very foundation of the Northwest Dan Sect, Mingxin Manor!
A moment later, two figures with the most unfathomable auras landed almost simultaneously on the rooftop of a tall building near the main building, looking down towards the direction of Mingxin Manor.
A man dressed in a faded blue Taoist robe, with white hair and beard, a gaunt face, and a faint aura of purity surrounding him, exuded an otherworldly air and was none other than Lingxuzi, the reclusive Taoist master.
The other person was short and slightly hunched, with a face full of wrinkles, but his small eyes were surprisingly bright, and he was playing with two warm and smooth jade galls in his hands.
As the fingertips caressed the jade gall, a faint, cold light shone through it; it was none other than Old Ghost Ouyang, who had been in seclusion at the bottom of Taihu Lake for many years.
Ling Xuzi glanced at Old Ghost Ouyang indifferently, stroking his long beard with his fingertips, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery: "Old Ghost Ouyang, weren't you cultivating in seclusion at the bottom of Taihu Lake, nurturing your cold dragon aura? How come you're willing to crawl out of that mud pit?" (End of this chapter)