I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon

Chen Mo raised his hand and knocked on the counter. The proprietress looked up and her eyes lit up when she saw him. "Oh my, Young Master Whip, it's been a while since you last came."

Before Chen Mo could say anything, she took out a pouch from her sleeve, bulging with contents. "I've already prepared the silver notes for you, the dividends for the last two months. Count it."

Chen Mo casually took them, then handed her several blueprints, lowering his voice as he said, "These are the new products for the next season. Put them on sale when the current products have almost been completely imitated..."

Due to Jinxiu Workshop's booming success, female clothing stores in the city started competing to imitate them.

In their bid to attract customers, they lowered their prices, inevitably stealing some business.

However, Jinxiu Workshop always targeted the high-end market. As long as they ensured new releases each season, they could keep those noblewomen hooked.

"You're joking, Young Master Whip. Last month, the Price Stabilization Bureau issued a new decree, cracking down on these imitation activities. Now all other stores in Tiandu City have taken their imitations off the shelves. You could say that in the entire Capital City, we're the only store selling these, with no other competitors," the proprietress shook her head.

The Price Stabilization Bureau is under the Taifu Temple, primarily responsible for stabilizing prices and regulating transactions.

Strictly speaking, such imitation activities aren't illegal, but they've made such a big fuss as if to make these rules just for Jinxiu Workshop.

Besides this mysterious Young Master Whip, she truly couldn't think of any other reason.

"It seems his background is even more frightening than imagined!"

The proprietress sighed inwardly, making up her mind to raise Chen Mo's dividend to sixty percent, determined to cling tightly to this thigh!

?

Chen Mo was momentarily stunned, then quickly came to his senses.

It must be the handiwork of the Busty Empress.

"Her Highness is quite attentive to my matters..."

"Does this count as indirectly promoting copyright awareness?"

Chen Mo rubbed his chin with his fingers, thinking he should design a few more pieces of underwear for the Empress.

At that moment, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw several familiar figures, his expression freezing.

"Mother?!"

He Yuzhi walked into the store, left arm linked with Ling Ningzhi, and right arm with Shen Zhixia.

He Yuzhi had naturally good looks, and after taking the Youthful Elixir, her delicate features made her look like a youthful maiden.

The three of them stood together like sisters, and the store seemed even brighter.

"..."

Chen Mo's throat moved as he quietly took a few steps back.

Even though he was covered by a wide black robe and concealed his face, as his own mother, she'd probably recognize him at a glance!

If his mother found out he designed all these underwear...

It would probably be more than just social death!

Chen Mo looked around, hesitated, then quickly slipped into the fitting room partitioned off with a screen nearby.

"Young Master Whip?"

The proprietress looked perplexed when she saw this.

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"Zhixia, how was the effect of that piece of underwear I gave you last time?" He Yuzhi asked.

Shen Zhixia's cheeks flushed slightly, and she whispered, "Quite, quite good..."

Judging by Chen Mo's reaction at the time, that piece of clothing was indeed quite effective...

"Just so happens we're here today to pick a few more pieces for you two, Qiao Tong, too. Aren't you tired of wearing that Daoist robe every day?" He Yuzhi said with a smile. "This store just got some new 'cheongsams,' which are very trendy in the city right now. They're perfect for someone with your figure. I'll help you pick a few later."

"No need..."

Ling Ningzhi started to refuse, but He Yuzhi had already dragged her toward the readymade clothing section without any room for objection.

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In front of the full-length mirror in the corner of the store, Yu Hongyin held a red cheongsam, sizing it up against herself, her expression filled with both amazement and curiosity.

"Is this what they call a cheongsam?"

"It perfectly outlines the waistline. The slit in the skirt is subtly revealing. It highlights the figure while not appearing inappropriate, it's simply perfect... Could this have also been designed by Chen Mo?"

"This guy really understands women!"

But thinking of Chen Mo surrounded by beauties and well-dressed in jewels, she suddenly understood.

If he didn't understand women, how could he attract so many peerless beauties?

Qiao Tong stood aside in a daze, looking confused, "Holy Daughter, did you mean to say that Mr. Chen isn't dead? And he went to class at the Imperial College today?!"

Yu Hongyin nodded and said, "Chen Mo is safe and sound and has long returned to Tiandu City... By the way, today he even publicly defeated Zi Lianji, just like last time, with only one strike."

Qiao Tong snapped out of it, her mouth curled into a smile, and her eyes turned into crescents like a crescent moon, "It's truly wonderful that Mr. Chen is alright!"

Yu Hongyin glanced at her, "You seem very happy? Could it be you've fallen for that guy?"

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Qiao Tong's face flushed upon hearing this, and she stammered, "Holy Daughter, what nonsense are you talking? Mr. Chen is our lifesaver. Isn't it natural to feel happy knowing he's safe?"

Yu Hongyin leaned in closer, staring directly at her, and said, "I've noticed something off about you for a while. Before we even went to the Southern Border, you couldn't move an inch when you saw Chen Mo... and later, after he disappeared, you secretly wiped your tears several times behind my back. Did you think I didn't know?"

"Could it be that your heart has started to flutter?"

"..."

Qiao Tong's face grew increasingly hot, and she stuttered, "Wh-what fluttering heart? I just purely admire Mr. Chen, it's not the way you're suggesting at all!"

"Really?"

"Of course it's true!"

"It better be."

Yu Hongyin crossed her arms and said, "Chen Mo is always surrounded by either the Holy Sect's leader or the Ultimate Venerable. As a minor protector, you better not get involved, lest your heart gets broken in the end."

Qiao Tong puffed up indignantly at this and said defiantly, "So what if I'm a minor protector? Even though you're the sect's saintess, Mr. Chen still doesn't fancy you!"

Yu Hongyin's eyebrow twitched, "Who cares about getting fancy by him? I'd be happier to stay as far away from him as possible!"

Qiao Tong mumbled softly, "A few days ago, who was it that stayed up all night in the courtyard chanting Mr. Chen's name..."

"..."

Yu Hongyin's face also turned a deep shade of red.

Originally, she really disliked Chen Mo.

After all, this guy had snatched her Golden Core and Golden Contract in the Secret Realm, breaking promises like a rogue.

Yet, Chen Mo's subsequent performance in the Heavenly Human Martial Exam completely reshaped her view of this man—stubborn, untamed, unyielding... though he appeared frivolous, his backbone was stronger than anyone's, refusing to bend!

Then came that life-threatening situation in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains...

Under the onslaught of a crushing Blood Net, Chen Mo's physical body was on the brink of collapse, almost drained of blood, yet he gritted his teeth and persevered, buying a glimmer of hope for everyone.

All of this happened because the sect naively trusted Bai Lingchuan, leaving him in such peril...

Convinced he had met a terrible fate, Yu Hongyin was riddled with guilt, to the point of losing sleep and appetite.

"Hmph, I can't be bothered with you; just try to control that infatuation of yours," Yu Hongyin suppressed her emotions, snorted coldly, and walked towards the changing room with a cheongsam in hand.

Qiao Tong pouted, "I'm not infatuated..."

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The "changing room" in Jinxiu Workshop wasn't actually a room, but a space partitioned by several three-fold screens.

A wooden sign hung on the screen, with different colors on each side. If it was flipped, it meant someone was inside.

Yu Hongyin saw that the sign on one room wasn't flipped, so she pulled the screen aside and stepped inside.

The interior was fairly spacious, and a black robe still hung on a corner clothes rack, likely forgotten by the last person who tried on clothes.

Yu Hongyin casually hung the cheongsam on the rack, then undid her collar and removed the red dress she wore on the outside, revealing skin as white as creamy jade.

Beneath, she wore a red set of underwear.

The thin fabric supported her curves, her spine smooth, her waist slender, with lacy patterned briefs barely covering her rounded form. Her legs were long and straight, with a silver bell tied around her ankle.

Though not particularly tall, her proportions were extremely perfect, appearing slender yet possessing a just right and appealing fullness.

Just as Yu Hongyin was about to hang the skirt, her movement suddenly froze, noticing that the "clothes rack" was also wearing a pair of shoes?

Realizing something was wrong, she slowly looked up.

In the shadow of the hood, a pair of eyes was quietly watching her.

This was no clothes rack at all!

It was actually a man cloaked in a black robe!

She hadn't noticed earlier, probably because he emitted no trace of presence!

Yu Hongyin's expression changed, and she immediately attempted to cast magic, but the man was exceedingly quick, instantly reaching out to seal her energy channels.

"Lecher..."

Realizing something was wrong, Yu Hongyin turned to run and attempted to call for help.

But the man wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her firmly in his embrace, while his other hand covered her mouth.

"Mmm, mmm!"

As Yu Hongyin struggled with all her might, a deep voice entered her ear:

"Don't shout, stay calm."

"Hmm?"

Yu Hongyin was instantly stunned.

This voice was all too familiar...

"Chen, Chen Mo?!"