Chapter 476: A Beauty That Topples Nations, Young Master Shen's Merciless Conquest!
Seeing Situ Yueying's appearance, Long Hao was directly stunned!
Beautiful! Alluring! A national catastrophe!
'Hiss, Situ Yueying is actually so beautiful?'
He knew about Situ Yueying and the Dream Bar, but he had never seen Situ Yueying's face. He never expected the proprietress of the Dream Night Bar to be so devastatingly beautiful.
She was comparable to his former fiancée, Su Hongmian; one was like a blazing sun, the other full of feminine charm.
Get her!
That thought was not a whisper; it was a primal scream that detonated in the deepest recesses of Long Hao's soul.
Get her!
At this moment, Long Hao's heart roared with a frantic, obsessive beat. He stared at Situ Yueying, his eyes wide and unblinking, every other sight and sound in the lavish bar fading into a meaningless blur. She was a vision carved from desire itself. A cheongsam the color of midnight clung to her curves, slit high enough to reveal a tantalizing length of flawless, pale skin. Her movements were a fluid dance of pure seduction, each sway of her hips a silent promise. Her face, a perfect oval, was graced with alluring, upturned eyes that seemed to hold ancient secrets and a pair of lips painted a sinful, glistening red. She wasn't just beautiful; she was a force of nature, a vortex of feminine power that threatened to pull any man into its depths and drown him.
He absolutely, unequivocally had to possess a top-tier beauty like this. To conquer her, to make her his, would be a conquest that validated his entire rebirth.
Long Hao's mind, usually addled with schemes and grudges, now raced with a singular, desperate purpose. His thoughts flashed like lightning, connecting disparate pieces of information he held as a reborn individual.
'I remember... Dragon King Consort Han Qi is supposedly devoted to his wife, Liu Qingyue. He's built this entire public persona around being deeply affectionate and loyal.'
A predatory grin stretched across his face. The hypocrisy was a weakness he could exploit.
'This gives me an opening! There's a chance to get Situ Yueying. All I have to do is promise to help Han Qi overturn the Emperor Capital Han Family. He needs allies, he needs power. I can offer him that. And in return...'
His gaze greedily devoured Situ Yueying's form, imagining her beneath him.
'If I can conquer a peerless beauty like her... then my rebirth won't have been in vain. This alone would make it all worthwhile.'
The thought sent a jolt of pure ecstasy through him. Long Hao was so overwhelmed with excitement that his face flushed a deep, blotchy red, his breathing growing heavy and ragged.
Situ Yueying's charming eyes swept over Long Hao, and a flicker of deep-seated disgust passed through them before being expertly veiled. She wasn't surprised in the slightest. She had seen this look a thousand times. The slack-jawed awe, the pathetic, drooling desire. Very few men could maintain their composure when faced with her true appearance. They would often debase themselves, acting like witless pugs, treating her as a goddess to be worshipped from afar, kneeling at her feet for the smallest crumb of attention.
But they had no idea. The untouchable goddess of their fantasies had long since become one man's exclusive property, his personal pet. She had willingly, on countless nights, transformed her divine form into a vessel for his pleasure, her body an offering only he was worthy to accept.
When Long Hao saw Situ Yueying approaching their table, the simmering anger he felt from being denied the Dream Night Cocktail evaporated like mist in the sun. He scrambled to his feet, a clumsy and eager motion, and scratched the back of his head with a feigned shyness he hoped was endearing.
"Proprietress," he began, his voice thick with admiration, "my name is Long Hao. I'm not here to cause any trouble, I swear. I just sincerely want to taste the Dream Night Cocktail you personally make. Everyone says it's the best wine in all of Modu."
He leaned forward slightly, trying to create a sense of intimacy. "I'm willing to pay ten times the price. Just two glasses. One for me, and one for my friend. Please allow us the honor."
He gestured toward Nie Yun, trying to leverage the Sword Immortal's presence. "My friend and I are both sincere connoisseurs. We would never let such a masterpiece go to waste."
Nie Yun's gaze was indeed fixed on Situ Yueying, but it held none of Long Hao's lust. His eyes burned with a different kind of intensity—the pure, unadulterated anticipation of a master craftsman for a legendary creation. He wanted the wine, not the woman. To him, beauty was a distraction, a frivolous indulgence. Women would only slow down the speed at which he drew his sword.
Situ Yueying's gaze lingered on them for a moment, a thoughtful, calculating light in their depths. After a brief pause, she shook her head, her voice a cool, smooth melody of refusal.
"I no longer make the Dream Night Cocktail."
There was no reason given, because the only reason was one they could never comprehend. She was afraid. Afraid that he would get angry.
It was just bartending, a simple act of mixing drinks. Logically, it was no different from cooking a meal, a trivial matter.
But she knew her man. She knew the depths of his possessiveness, how petty and territorial he could be. And she wouldn't risk his displeasure for anything.
"Why?"
The question burst from Long Hao's lips, laced with genuine confusion. He couldn't wrap his head around it. It wasn't a difficult request. It wasn't an excessive demand. He was offering a fortune—1.3 million per glass! Why would any business owner refuse?
Situ Yueying's indifferent gaze settled on Long Hao, her expression unreadable.
"No reason," she stated flatly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "I'm afraid my man will get angry."
[Ding! Child of Destiny Long Hao's emotions have exploded! Plundering +9999 Destiny Points!]
[Ding! Child of Destiny Long Hao is heartbroken! Plundering +9999 Destiny Points!]
...I'm afraid my man will get angry.
The words, so simple and direct, struck Long Hao with the force of a physical blow. The eager, hopeful smile on his face froze solid, cracking and shattering like thin ice. He felt as if he'd been petrified, turned into a stone statue of pure disbelief.
She... has a man? Situ Yueying has a man?!
'Yamete! Don't do this to me!' his inner voice shrieked in Japanese, a remnant of the countless anime from his past life.
'Why?! Why does every single incredible woman I set my sights on already have a man?!'
Tears of genuine frustration welled up in Long Hao's eyes. He had the overwhelming urge to squat in a corner and start drawing pathetic circles on the ground. It was a cosmic injustice.
Then, a thought pierced through his despair. A possibility. Could it be... Dragon King Consort Han Qi?
The realization was both a comfort and a source of fresh outrage.
'So that's it! The legendary, deeply affectionate Dragon King Consort Han Qi is actually a two-timing scumbag! He has a wife, but he's also playing around with this stunning woman on the side!'
Long Hao muttered inwardly, the sadness in his heart warring with a newfound sense of righteous indignation. He wanted to cry, but he also wanted to expose the fraud.
Seeing Situ Yueying turn, her posture indicating the conversation was over, Long Hao panicked. He couldn't let her walk away.
"Proprietress, wait!" he called out, his voice a little desperate. "Just let me meet your man. I'm sure he'll agree to you making the cocktails once he hears me out."
A flicker of smug calculation ignited in Long Hao's eyes. He had a plan. A brilliant, multi-layered plan.
First, he would use the overwhelming prestige of Sword Immortal Nie Yun to intimidate and subdue Dragon King Consort Han Qi. Then, he would propose an alliance, an investment that would yield incredible returns, setting him on the path to the peak of life. As part of the deal, he would have Situ Yueying—Han Qi's trusted subordinate and suspected mistress—prepare the Dream Night Cocktail to cement his friendship with Nie Yun.
'Hehe, this is what they call getting something for nothing,' he crowed internally, his confidence surging back. 'A flawless strategy. Only a reborn powerhouse like me, someone who knows all the hidden information and future events, could pull off such a brilliant maneuver!'
'You can just call me a genius!'
Long Hao was so pleased with his own cleverness that he was practically vibrating with excitement, nearly breaking into a dance right there in the bar.
"See my man?" Situ Yueying's voice cut through his self-congratulatory haze. She frowned, a delicate line forming between her perfectly sculpted eyebrows. Her gaze swept over him again, this time with a sharp, assessing quality. "No," she said, her tone as cold as ice. "My man is not someone just anyone can see."
The Young Lord of the Yanxia Shen Family. Her unfathomable, terrifying, and utterly magnificent man. How could his time possibly be wasted by such a trivial matter, by such an insignificant person?
She had no desire to bother Shen Anyu with something so mundane and risk incurring his punishment.
Then again... punishment wasn't always a bad thing.
As if a forbidden memory surfaced, a captivating, rosy blush bloomed on Situ Yueying's delicate and charming face, making her look even more enchanting.
"This isn't allowed either?" Long Hao's anxiety spiked. What was the big deal? Why was it so difficult to get a meeting with Han Qi? He could just wear his legendary Bronze Dragon King mask to keep his identity hidden. It was simple!
Seeing that Situ Yueying was no longer willing to speak and was already taking a step to leave, Long Hao threw caution to the wind. He leaned in and whispered urgently:
"I want to see Dragon King Han Qi."
Dragon King Han Qi?
The name acted like a key. Situ Yueying's pupils contracted violently. Her entire expression shifted, the practiced indifference replaced by a look of profound surprise. She stared at Long Hao as if he were a ghost.
Dragon King Han Qi was dead. Utterly, completely, and irrevocably dead. And this man, Long Hao, wanted to see him? Did he want a private meeting six feet underground?
'No,' she corrected herself, her mind racing. 'This Long Hao probably doesn't know Han Qi is dead. He doesn't know that the Dragon King Society has already fallen under the control of Young Master Shen's woman, Luo Yuhe.'
So, what was the connection between this man and Han Qi? Most people only knew of the mysterious "Dragon King Mr. Han." Very few knew his actual name. This was significant.
Situ Yueying's long, alluring eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, her gaze becoming deep and penetrating as she scrutinized Long Hao with newfound intensity.
[Ding! Child of Destiny Long Hao was startled! Plundering +4444 Destiny Points!]
Long Hao felt a sudden chill. Good heavens, that look... the narrowed eyes, the profound, calculating gaze... why did her demeanor suddenly resemble that scoundrel Shen Anyu so much?
Though he hated to admit it, a deep-seated fear of Shen Anyu was etched into his very bones. If it weren't for the twin trump cards of his rebirth and the Investment Return System, he probably would have buckled under the pressure long ago.
'Hmph! Shen Anyu! I, Long Hao, will definitely get my revenge!' he swore with exasperated determination. He had to win. He would win.
Situ Yueying's cold, scrutinizing gaze remained fixed on Long Hao for a long moment before she finally spoke, her voice calm and measured.
"I'll report it. Whether he sees you or not is another matter."
With that, she turned slightly, her slender fingers dancing across the screen of her phone. She sent a text message. A reply came back almost instantly.
"Bring them to Jiangjing Manor to see me."
A flicker of surprise crossed Situ Yueying's face. She then turned back to Long Hao and Nie Yun.
"Let's go," she announced, her voice regaining its cool composure. "I'll take you to see him."
...
On the other side of the city, within the opulent confines of his manor, Shen Anyu's eyes narrowed, a cold, predatory sneer playing on his lips.
'It's time to reel in the net,' he thought, a chilling amusement washing over him. 'Time to completely capture Long Hao... and search his soul.'
Having already reached the seventh layer of the Qi Refinement Stage, mastering the Soul Spell was now well within his capabilities. There was no longer any need to play the long game, to slowly chip away at this particular Child of Destiny. This time, the reborn investment-flow protagonist, Long Hao, would meet his final, definitive end.
"Darling!"
"Senior!"
"Brother Master!"
And at this moment, Liu Ruyan, Ye Liyou, and Yang Luoluo, the three women, all looked at Shen Anyu, asking in unison:
"Who do you choose?"
Choose what?
A true man wants them all.
The next moment, Young Master Shen went on a killing spree...
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