WMSR — QT Chapter 130

 

WMSR – QT Chapter 130

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Chapter 130: The Senior of the Apocalypse

No, no, don't panic. Xiao Yi definitely isn't bringing her here to see him. After all, the main host living in this villa is an ability wielder, while Ling Mengchen is merely a dependent follower. That's right, Xiao Yi must be here to meet the wielder residing here.

Attempting to steady her frantic heartbeat with that rationale, Qi Yuanyuan forced her thoughts back toward baseline logic. She reasoned that even if Xiao Yi had somehow spotted her unpowered ex-boyfriend, given his present supreme status and political standing within the safe zone, he had zero incentive to lower himself to target an unpowered civilian—let alone go out of his way to bring her here for an interrogation. Besides, from start to finish, she hadn't detected a single shred of anger emanating from Xiao Yi.

Although the dynamic between Qi Yuanyuan and Xiao Yi had never mirrored the romantic assumptions circulating across the compound, five years of cohabitation were more than sufficient for her to understand his behavioral baseline far better than most. She held absolute faith that her judgment was sound; in fact, she faintly sensed that Xiao Yi's ambient mood today carried an unusual streak of excited... eagerness?

Maintaining her composed, serene facade, Qi Yuanyuan trailed closely behind Xiao Yi. In her mind, she had already formulated two distinct contingency scripts for how to react if Xiao Yi crossed paths with Ling Mengchen. Now, her sole prayer was that her useless, unpowered ex-boyfriend had absorbed her afternoon warnings and possessed the sense to act docile and compliant.

Xiao Yi was here to pay a formal visit—though structurally, his arrival differed little from an aggressive challenge—yet he still maintained superficial courtesy by knocking politely on the entrance.

Inside the residence, Lin Jiawen had already detected approaching footsteps long before the knock echoed, picking up the specific, repulsive aura that set his teeth on edge.

"Hmm? Is someone knocking at the door?" Hearing the sound, Bai Yichen turned toward Lin Jiawen with an inquiring look.

Lin Jiawen took a deep, deliberate breath: "I will handle it. Go back to your bedroom first."

As he spoke, Lin Jiawen personally escorted Bai Yichen all the way back to his bedroom, gently pulling the door shut behind him before pivoting to head downstairs. Bai Yichen was thoroughly accustomed to this protective ritual; Lin Jiawen had deployed this exact quarantine only once before when a specific individual knocked. He deduced that he already knew precisely who stood outside.

Having isolated Bai Yichen safely, Lin Jiawen descended the stairs, his expression dark as thunder as he yanked open the front door. Framing the threshold was that exact face that provoked an uncontrollable urge to unleash violent retribution. Does this man lack basic learning capacity, or does he operating under total impunity? Lin Jiawen mused that perhaps a direct, physical lesson was required to permanently etch boundaries into his mind!

Yet as Lin Jiawen's frost-bitten gaze swept past Xiao Yi to land on the woman lingering directly behind him, he froze in place. This woman... Even though he had caught only a fleeting glance earlier, he remembered her striking features with absolute clarity—wasn't she the exact same woman he had spotted talking to Mengchen in the courtyard this afternoon?

For reasons he couldn't articulate, seeing this attractive woman—who had already left a lingering trace of anxiety in his chest earlier—reappear before his doorstep under Xiao Yi's escort triggered a sharp, visceral surge of ominous dread inside his heart.

As Lin Jiawen fixed Qi Yuanyuan with an intense, unblinking glare, Xiao Yi caught the shift in his focus. A smile broke across Xiao Yi's features—a smile dripping with unadulterated malice. For the very first time, he dispensed entirely with his superficial mask of polite friendliness, declaring straight to Lin Jiawen: "Won't you invite me inside for a seat? I didn't come alone today—I brought someone of absolute, paramount importance to Mengchen. Someone he undoubtedly yearns to see."

The moment those loaded words tumbled from Xiao Yi's lips, the knot of dread inside Lin Jiawen's chest snapped into acute alarm. Without a second thought, he slammed the door shut: "What important person? Stop fabricating baseless rumors!"

Yet Xiao Yi had zero intention of letting Lin Jiawen lock him outside. Moving with swift precision, his palm clamped against the swinging door frame, locking it in place as he enunciated every syllable with lethal gravity: "Whether she is an important person isn't up to you to decide. We have to let Ling Mengchen come down and see for himself."

As the words left his mouth, the unfortunate wooden door—squeezed between the tremendous kinetic force exerted by two peak ability wielders—finally shattered under the pressure, exploding into two fractured halves accompanied by Qi Yuanyuan's sharp, terrified shriek.

Xiao Yi instantly shifted his frame, interposing his body to block the flying wood splinters from striking Qi Yuanyuan. After all, at this critical juncture, her face could not afford even the slightest blemish. Meanwhile, staring at the shattered wooden fragments littering the floor, Lin Jiawen's expression turned as dark as humanly possible.

The massive commotion downstairs—both the explosive splintering of the wooden door and Qi Yuanyuan's high-pitched scream—rendered it impossible for Bai Yichen to remain secluded in his bedroom. He pushed open his door, stepped out into the hallway, and was greeted by a chaotic scene below: Lin Jiawen stood at the entrance with his back turned, while beside him lay... a door split cleanly into two halves?

What happened? Wasn't the visitor just Xiao Yi? How did the door end up destroyed?

While Bai Yichen navigated his internal confusion over the scene unfolding below, Xiao Yi registered his appearance on the upper floor. In an instant, Xiao Yi blurred forward at speed, flashing directly inside the foyer like an afterimage. Lin Jiawen, momentarily distracted by Bai Yichen's sudden emergence, was caught off guard, allowing his rival to breach the perimeter—a misstep that sent his expression plunging into an even deeper abyss of fury.

Yet Xiao Yi couldn't care less about Lin Jiawen's psychological state. The second he crossed the threshold, his gaze locked greedily onto the breathtaking, magnetic figure standing at the top of the second-floor staircase—the exact silhouette he had been completely blocked from glimpsing, even through a cracked door, since that initial arrival day.

And very soon, he will finally return to my side.

Taking a deep, stabilizing breath, Xiao Yi suppressed the turbulent surge of excitement in his chest, forcing a gentle, supremely confident smile onto his features: "Mengchen-tongxue, look who I brought along today. I brought someone you undoubtedly yearn to see."

Once upon a time, Xiao Yi had envisioned himself summoning the courage to step naturally before Ling Mengchen, introducing himself with simple grace: "Mengchen-tongxue, my name is Xiao Yi. May we be friends?"

Yet fantasies remained fantasies; he had never once gathered the fortitude to execute that dream. Now, after vast, irreversible transformations had reshaped the entire world, he finally stood before Ling Mengchen once more, addressing him directly. 

Xiao Yi's deliberate use of "Mengchen-tongxue" served a dual purpose: first, it fulfilled his long-festering personal wish; second, it leveraged their shared academic background to transmit explicit context. 

After all, while Ling Mengchen had served as the singular anchor of his attention throughout their university years, Ling Mengchen might not necessarily remember him. 

By highlighting their identity as former campus alumni, he could introduce Qi Yuanyuan without raising immediate alarms, lowering the youth's emotional defenses so he would trust his words and choose to step into his protection as a dependent follower.

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