112: Chapter 111: Song Yun, I Love Him 112: Chapter 111: Song Yun, I Love Him “How do you feel about this person?” the goddess lay on the bed, allowing the mountains beneath her to be pressed into a semi-circular shape.
“The character of this person is unpredictable, and looks are just average, but his skills are decent.
Miss, do you really want to be hopelessly in love with him?” Qian Xun tentatively asked, but in her heart, she had already cursed Song Yun a thousand times over.
Who was her miss?
In RB, anyone with the slightest background would consider her a goddess, and yet such a goddess-level figure fell for a Huaxia nobody?
This left Qian Xun somewhat unable to wrap her mind around the situation.
Could it be the latest trend in Huaxia, where nobodies win over the hearts of Bai Fumeis?
But this isn’t a novel, how could there be such a ridiculous plot?
“Some things you just won’t understand.
The feeling of this kind of love is like a fine wine that’s been brewing for years; the longer it sits, the more intoxicating it becomes.
Since I met him three years ago and desperately pursued him for a while, I knew he was a total scumbag.
To think he’d leave me, an incomparable beauty, and instead go to a bar to flirt with other girls.
Don’t you think he’s an oddity?” The goddess seemed to think of something amusing, laughed, and said, “If I were to say I liked someone back home, what do you think their reaction would be?”
“They would probably be overjoyed and rush to marry you, right?” Qian Xun hesitated for a moment before speaking, and although it sounded exaggerated, it was indeed the truth.
“Yeah, but do you know what his expression and response were when I told him I liked him?” The goddess asked with a smile.
“He must have been thrilled, right?
After all, you’re a woman with both a good figure and a beautiful face.”
“No, he was shocked at first, then he sized me up.
After learning I was from RB, he said his parents wouldn’t allow him to marry a foreign woman, afraid of polluting the bloodline, haha.
I can never forget that line he gave me.
After spouting that, he left me standing there alone.
Later, I followed him to a bar, and there he was, hitting on a Russian beauty, despite his claims of not messing around with foreigners.
And she ended up throwing a drink in his face.” The goddess said excitedly, “My interest in him grew.
The deeper I dug, the more I realized this bastard was not to be underestimated, his background is not something we can touch.”
“But it’s precisely this hazy sense of mystery that makes me unable to ‘let go’.
I’ve endured it for three years; I absolutely can’t stand another three.
On my trip to Huaxia this time, I must make him fall for me.”
“This man really is a bastard.
He certainly knows he doesn’t deserve you and rejected you subtly,” Qian Xun said through gritted teeth.
“No, no, no.
He’s a strong man with a legendary quality.
I just had a good feeling about him three years ago, but two years ago, I couldn’t forget him, and only a year ago did I realize I had truly fallen for him.
Song Yun, I love him.” The goddess stood up, scooped up water from a wooden bucket, and rinsed the essential oils off her body from head to toe.
Qian Xun walked over and handed her a white silk robe, which the goddess took and draped over herself.
Although the alluring figure was now concealed by the silk, it’s the allure of being barely hidden that makes the world go mad, especially her pair of clear and bright eyes, which spoke volumes when they looked at you.
Her temperament was unmatched.
Even the most sophisticated computer couldn’t calculate how ethereal the goddess truly was—yes, her presence exuded an otherworldly charm, fresh and elegantly detached, like a beautiful peony flower.
Even Qian Xun, being a woman herself, felt the urge to worship upon seeing such a perfect body.
As a beautiful woman herself, she lost all confidence and pride in the presence of such gorgeousness.
The goddess, barefoot with her delicate and pure feet, walked towards Qian Xun, who quickly offered her a prepared fan.
“How many women does he have by his side now?” The goddess asked as she opened the fan and waved it a couple of times.
“According to investigations, there are three,” Qian Xun replied, pausing slightly as she gazed into the goddess’s eyes.
“Oh?
Are they as pretty as me?” She slowly danced with the fan in her hand, looking like a playful spirit among the mountains.
“They each have their own unique qualities, incomparable to you,” Qian Xun couldn’t bring herself to lie to the goddess and could only respond with that phrase.
“So that means they are pretty too.” She raised an eyebrow sardonically while looking into Qian Xun’s eyes, then with a flick of her fan and a glint of coldness in her gaze, she asked, “If I killed them, would Song Yun fall for me?”
“That…
I think Mr.
Song would go mad, as the people around him all have significant backgrounds, especially one of the women ranking second on the Huaxia Dragon List.
If it weren’t for her love at first sight for Mr.
Song, she would probably have challenged the first position and succeeded by now,” Qian Xun said through clenched teeth.
After speaking, she realized her back was soaked with sweat.
“That formidable, huh?
Then how do you suggest I capture Song’s heart?” The goddess straightforwardly sat down on the ground, supporting her chin with the fan, looking troubled.
“For someone with Mr.
Song’s personality, only warmth can move him.
Being overly aggressive will only annoy him,” Qian Xun advised.
“For me, I like big beauties with a spirit of self-sacrifice the most.
Who’s flipping my sign tonight?” Song Yun came back and, upon finding that the three girls hadn’t gone to bed and were watching a movie in the living room with a projector, Song Yun, driven by the spirit of entertaining the masses, also grabbed a bucket of popcorn and watched with keen interest.
“Pfft, you’re the most lecherous one here.
Do you really think you’re some ancient Emperor, planning on sharing the bed with us all at once?” Li Shishi looked at Song Yun disdainfully.
“It’s beyond me how some people’s hearts can be so garishly attractive—nice to look at, perhaps, but sometimes it’s time to reign it in.”
Song Yun, of course, knew she was mocking him.
He chuckled sheepishly and said nothing, instead glancing at the text message on his phone and falling into contemplation.
It was from the old man, just three words: “She’s here.”
Who is she?
Song Yun couldn’t quite figure it out.
Although he flitted from flower to flower on the outside, it was always with mutual consent.
And usually, it was just a one-night thing.
Who would be so blind as to come to his house, and how would they know where he lived?
Frustrated with the old man’s unsportsmanlike way of informing, Song Yun simply replied with two words: “Buzz off.”