Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Liang Jiayi's pupils suddenly widened, panicking, her two hands desperately pushing against Yang Fei's chest.

Yang Fei, however, paid no heed and held Liang Jiayi tightly, as if mad.

Suddenly, Liang Jiayi bit down hard, Yang Fei's lips deeply sank into her sharp, grain-like teeth.

Yang Fei seemed not to feel any pain.

Liang Jiayi only felt the world spinning around her, yet she had already been picked up by Yang Fei around the waist.

Suddenly aware of Yang Fei's intention, Liang Jiayi cried out in panic.

"No, Yang Fei, what are you doing?"

Yang Fei's eyes gazed deeply at Liang Jiayi.

"You are my woman, I want you to belong to me forever."

As Yang Fei spoke, he carried Liang Jiayi into the room and, turning off the light, plunged the room into darkness.

A few minutes later, Liang Jiayi's cries turned into a sigh of resignation.

"Yang Fei, you monster, I hate you."

Early the next morning, Yang Fei woke up to find Liang Jiayi already gone.

His clothes had been washed, ironed, and neatly placed before the bed.

Yang Fei jumped up, searching everywhere for Liang Jiayi, but the room was silent.

Liang Jiayi had disappeared, leaving only her unique orchid fragrance in the room.

On the table, Yang Fei found a note in Liang Jiayi's distinctive, elegant handwriting.

"Yang Fei, I've left, you don't need to find me. After last night, I have no regrets anymore."

"Please remember forever, in this world, there's a silly girl who loved you so genuinely and purely."

Yang Fei held the note, staring blankly.

He pulled out his phone to call Liang Jiayi, but found her phone had been turned off.

Yang Fei tried several times, only to hear the same automated message.

"Sorry, the number you have dialed is turned off."

Yang Fei dejectedly tossed the phone aside. With Liang Jiayi's phone off, tracking her using it was impossible.

"What on earth happened to make this girl leave so resolutely?"

Yang Fei, lost and forlorn, held his head and sighed deeply.

After a long moment, he raised his head, talking to himself.

"Wife Jiayi, you are already my woman. Damn it, even if you want to marry someone, you need my approval."

Two days later, a traditionally styled courtyard in the western suburbs of the Capital City suddenly became lively.

Luxury cars parked at the alley entrance, and guests emerged, heading towards the courtyard.

The status of these guests was evident at a glance: the men were composed and commanding, while the women were adorned in splendor and wealth, clearly distinguished figures.

Even usually arrogant and carefree young men and women restrained themselves upon entering the alley, becoming as docile as kittens.

However, a few mischievous children came bouncing and hopping along.

Their clear voices added a touch of dignity to the ancient and imposing alley.

At the old mansion's entrance, a fifty-something matron warmly greeted the guests.

The bluish-green moss on the green stone steps added an ancient touch.

And the stone lions at the door, weathered by wind and rain, bore many mottled marks.

Behind the matron, a slightly plump Chu Liang followed respectfully, welcoming guests with her.

His demeanor was elegant and composed, his words courteous, earning much praise from the guests.

"The Chu Family has produced another remarkable character; someone like Chu Liang is bound to achieve great things in time, with a limitless future."

This was indeed the Chu Family's residence in the Capital City, and today was the auspicious day of the Chu and Liang Families' engagement.

The matron is none other than Chu Liang's mother.

Chu's mother had just ushered a group of guests into the courtyard and turned to see Chu Liang's bitter expression, her face falling immediately.

"Today is your engagement to Jiayi, showing such a gloomy face is quite impolite. If the Liang Family sees it, it would be a major faux pas."

Chu Liang forced a bitter smile, wanting to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

He nodded, bowing respectfully, "Yes, Mother."

When he raised his head again, his expression seemed to change like magic, restoring a gentle and elegant smile.

Chu's mother nodded, looking at him with concern.

"Alright then, you can tell me now, what exactly is troubling you?"

Chu Liang's smile did not waver, but his words shocked his mother.

"Mom, Little Xue committed suicide."

Chu's mother was taken aback, but quickly calmed down.

"You mean that female student you were taking care of? I heard she was carrying your child?"

Chu Liang's smile was gracious and kind, his voice low.

"Yes, she was with me just last night. I didn't handle this matter well, I'm sorry."

Chu's mother solemnly said, "I don't care whether that woman lives or dies."

"I only care if her suicide has an impact on you. That's the crucial matter."

Chu Liang shook his head, his smile growing even brighter.

"No, she was an obedient and dumb girl; even until her suicide, she hadn't told anyone about us."

Chu's mother heaved a sigh of relief, then sternly warned Chu Liang.

"That's good, but I warn you, don't let a hint slip in front of Jiayi."

"Jiayi single-handedly developed Martial God City, turning a nationally impoverished county into a highly prosperous prefecture-level city."

"Her credentials and standing are substantial, highly regarded by superiors. You must respect and cherish her."

At this, Chu's mother smiled.

"Once you marry Jiayi, you can find as many little girls as you want, just don't let Jiayi find out, understood?"

Chu Liang nodded, about to say something when he suddenly saw several people approaching from the alley.

The foremost was Yang Yurong, Liang Jiayi's mother.

Beside Yang Yurong was an elderly man in his fifties, his hair grey, with an air of uprightness and commanding presence.

This elder was none other than Liang Shitong, Liang Jiayi's father, a bona fide high-ranking official.

Behind them, Liang Jiayi wore a red long dress, her elegance and intelligence shining through even amidst the festive attire.

As Yang Yurong walked, she instructed Liang Jiayi.

"Regardless of your entanglement with Colonel Yang, from today, you only have one identity."

"You're the daughter-in-law of the Chu Family, the wife of Young Master Chu, remember?"

Liang Jiayi, with no expression, nodded lightly, then said softly, "Mom, I understand."

"But I still want to confirm: if I marry Chu Liang, will I be able to enlist the Chu Family's help to rebuild my brother's Evil Dragon Special Combat Team?"

Yang Yurong sighed and nodded firmly.

"It's also your father's and my wish."

"Rest assured, General Chu, Chu Liang's grandfather, is a cadre from the south, a general from the first group conferred in '55. With his influence, it can be done."

Liang Jiayi bit her lip.

"But, Chu Liang said, the disbandment document for Evil Dragon has already been drafted. I'm worried it might be too late."