Urban Carefree Warrior God

The fragrance emanated not only from the bed but also from the soft body before him.

Pure bliss! Haha!

Then, just as Chen Yang was about to lie down next to Qin Qiu, she shot him a sharp glare.

Without a word, she just quietly watched him.

Instantly, Chen Yang froze, standing there dumbfounded, unsure whether to retreat or stay put.

She was silent just a moment ago, but now that glare… To be honest, it's pretty terrifying.

"Qiu, I… I…"

Before he could finish, Qin Qiu cut him off. "Go to the closet and get a quilt."

"Oh." Chen Yang obediently got out of bed and fetched a quilt from the closet.

Seeing his dejected look, Qin Qiu found it quite amusing, but she suppressed her laughter and said with a straight face, "You'll use this quilt. Sleep on your side, and don't cross the line."

"Qiu, I just want to hold you while I sleep." Chen Yang looked at her pitifully and then solemnly promised, "I swear, I won't do anything to you."

"Do you even believe that yourself?" Qin Qiu countered.

"Uh…" Chen Yang's face flushed slightly, and he was rendered speechless.

If he was holding her, how could he possibly do nothing? It was a lie, sure, but did she have to call him out on it? Life's hard enough without pointing out the obvious. Seriously!

"Either sleep properly on your side, or go back to your own room," Qin Qiu stated decisively.

Seeing no room for negotiation, what else could Chen Yang do?

He obediently unfolded the quilt and lay down on his side.

"Don't move around, or I'll kick you off the bed," Qin Qiu threatened, raising her small fist.

"Oh."

Watching Chen Yang slowly pull the quilt over himself until his head was completely covered, Qin Qiu couldn't hold it in any longer and let out a chuckle.

The guy really did look rather pitiful. But she wasn't ready for that yet.

Beneath the quilt, however, Chen Yang was secretly delighted.

Though they couldn't consummate their marriage just yet, they had taken a massive step toward that day. They were sleeping in the same bed now, after all. It was only a matter of time, wasn't it?

With this deeply satisfying thought, Chen Yang drifted off to sleep.

「The next day.」

After breakfast, Qin Qiu left early for work.

Chen Yang didn't arrive at the entrance of the residential complex until around noon. Yang Hu was already waiting for him. He got into the car, and they headed straight for the X Film Entertainment branch in Lingjin City.

In the car, Chen Yang asked Yang Hu, "The holiday is coming up. What are your plans?"

"Same as usual, I'll spend it with the brothers at the Martial Department," Yang Hu said casually, but a flash of sorrow crossed his resolute, tiger-like eyes.

Everyone else got to be with their families. But for an orphan like him, with no parents, that was a luxury. Luckily, he had a group of good brothers at the Martial Department to keep him company.

"Come with me!" Chen Yang ordered directly. "We'll go to Tianque City and spend it with my old man."

Yang Hu nodded. "Okay."

Chen Yang said no more, quietly browsing his phone.

Most of the news on his feed today was trivial. There was some news about the Martial Association's recent troubles in Lingjin City, but it was the final story that truly piqued his interest.

It was said that a Favored Son of Heaven had arrived in Lingjin City.

He hailed from a multinational pharmaceutical giant, the second son of the Haoyu Group's chairman. He was young yet brilliant, having become an eighth-rank Fist Master at the tender age of twenty-five. Three years had since passed, and rumors suggested he had already broken through to the tenth rank.

Furthermore, he was a rare Sword Cultivator, respected by all who met him.

For such a genius, it wasn't just the general public; even the upper echelons of Lingjin City longed for a chance to witness his splendor. This was a prodigy seen only once in a century.

His arrival in Lingjin City was for the Qin Corporation. To be more precise, he was here for one of the Qin Corporation's medicinal recipes.

He had even made a public statement, directly accusing the Qin Corporation's Qin Donglai of stealing a medicinal recipe from his Haoyu Group. He then ordered the current head of the Qin Corporation to personally hand the recipe over to him.

"I, Yuan Qingyun, am not an unreasonable bully, nor do I use my strength to oppress the weak," the article quoted him as saying. "As long as the Qin Corporation proactively hands over the recipe, I will not pursue the matter further, out of respect for the late Qin Donglai."

The news article concluded with this public declaration from the so-called Favored Son of Heaven.

The comments below were a unanimous flood of vitriol against the Qin Corporation, demanding they hand over the recipe immediately or face the Haoyu Group's wrath.

A great wind rises from the faintest rustle. A great wave builds from the smallest ripple.

And just because of that one young man's statement, the Qin Corporation had been branded a thief, a shameful target for public condemnation.

Those who knew the truth remained silent, not daring to utter a single word of dissent. Meanwhile, those ignorant of the truth hurled vicious and thoughtless insults.

"Yuan Qingyun?"

Chen Yang put his phone away with an indifferent smile. "If he really reached the tenth rank at twenty-eight, I suppose he could be considered somewhat talented."

Yang Hu scoffed. "Even if that's true, he can't be called a Favored Son of Heaven, right? Forget the whole country; in Cangyun City alone, you can find a dime a dozen people like that."

Yang Hu's commentary was sharp and incisive.

"To put it bluntly, Boss, in front of you, he's a nobody! Demanding the recipe be handed over to him? Who the hell does this bastard think he is?" Yang Hu roared with laughter.

Chen Yang fell silent.

Regardless of what this man was like, the multinational pharmaceutical giants had clearly begun to make their move. This fellow named Yuan Qingyun was merely a pawn sent out to test the waters.

While waiting at a red light, Yang Hu pulled up the news and read it, scoffing. What an idiot! Bullying the small with his size? Oppressing the weak with his strength? He's just some rich kid, a piece of trash who probably hasn't even reached the tenth rank. Yet he has the audacity to demand that the Governor personally deliver the recipe to him? And with such a flimsy excuse? If that's not an idiot, what is?

"Whatever he is, we'll find some time to deal with him," Chen Yang said, clasping his hands behind his head and closing his eyes to rest. Such a minor character wasn't enough to hold his interest.

A mocking sneer twisted Yang Hu's lips.

This world is full of all sorts of deluded fools. Every so often, some clown pops up thinking he's the Heavenly King himself, looking down on the rest of the world. It was truly both pathetic and laughable.

...

「X Film Entertainment, Lingjin City branch.」

The normally unremarkable entrance to the branch was, today, lined with luxury cars, as the city's rich and powerful came and went. The lavish reception hosted by X Film Entertainment was being held inside.

In the opulent, radiant hall, members of the upper class mingled, a dazzling display under the brilliant lights, like a hundred flowers blooming in competition. As the leading enterprise in the entertainment industry, the X Film Group's influence was undeniable. With just an invitation, more than half of Lingjin City's prominent and powerful families flocked to show their support.

The air was filled with incessant laughter, cheerful chatter, and the clinking of glasses.

At twelve o'clock sharp, a figure took the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for taking the time from your busy schedules to attend this reception hosted by X Film Entertainment."

Today, Peng Xiaoqian wore exquisite makeup and a purple, floor-length evening gown that gave her an ethereal and breathtakingly beautiful aura. She held a champagne flute in one hand and the hem of her gown in the other. As she gave a slight bow to the audience, her every movement was filled with a captivating grace, and a single smile from her was utterly bewitching.

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