WMSR — QT Chapter 137

 

WMSR – QT Chapter 137

By

siofra

Chapter 137: The Senior of the Apocalypse

A fierce, overwhelming impulse surged up within her chest: she wanted to exact vengeance on Xiao Yi! She was going to retaliate against the man who had treated her this way!

Yet, possessing only the strength of an ordinary civilian, how could she possibly extract retribution against a formidable supernatural ability wielder?

Qi Yuanyuan pondered the problem for a prolonged stretch. Ultimately, a twisted smile crept across her features.

You want me to go seduce Ling Mengchen, do you?

Fine. Starting today, I will execute that seduction earnestly.

In the past, she had held a magnificent hand of cards, only to squander it foolishly by her own hand.

But now, having uncovered what Xiao Yi truly cared about, she would reclaim those cards with her own hands.

Only, once those cards were secured in her grip, she had zero intention of playing them according to Xiao Yi's design.

Author's Note: Today features Qi Yuanyuan displaying her signature, baffling self-confidence O(∩_∩)O~

Chapter 71: The Senior of the Apocalypse (27)

Having reached her resolution, Qi Yuanyuan began executing her plan in earnest.

Previously, Qi Yuanyuan had engaged in passive resistance toward the mandate Xiao Yi assigned her; this time, however, she burned with an urgent, desperate internal desire to snatch her discarded ex-boyfriend back into her grasp.

Yet imagination and reality diverged sharply. The moment she attempted practical execution, Qi Yuanyuan ran into an insurmountable wall: she discovered that the ability wielder tracking Ling Mengchen kept him under lock and key—guarded so tightly that Ling Mengchen never stepped foot outside, with every single window sealed behind blackout curtains. Without access, securing physical contact proved impossible—let alone stealing a glance. How was Qi Yuanyuan supposed to advance her plan under such conditions?

Never underestimate a desperate woman—especially one fueled by a heart full of venom. In the mind of a Qi Yuanyuan who had already cast aside all hesitation, such obstacles were entirely surmountable. Moreover, Xiao Yi had granted her a degree of administrative authorization specifically to facilitate the mission. Thus, one afternoon, after confirming that Ling Mengchen was inside that residence and awake, she finalized her preparations. Exchanging a subtle signal with a sleazy, wretched-looking man lurking by the wall, she suddenly tore open the collar of her blouse and unleashed a piercing, high-pitched shriek. Screaming at the top of her lungs, she sprinted toward the villa while wailing: "*Help! There's a pervert! Save me, help, there's a pervert!*S"

Qi Yuanyuan's shrieks carried a frantic, ear-piercing penetration. Inside the villa, Bai Yichen, who had been quietly reading a book, jumped in alarm: "What's going on?"

The soprano screeching outside was genuinely unsettling to the nerves. What captured Bai Yichen's attention even more was a lingering intuition that the voice sounded remarkably familiar. Instinctively, Bai Yichen drifted toward the window, intending to yank back the curtains to inspect the situation outside.

Yet the millisecond Bai Yichen's fingers brushed against the fabric, a slender, pristine hand covered his, arresting his movement entirely.

Bai Yichen raised his head, casting an inquiring look at Lin Jiawen.

Lin Jiawen's slightly grown-out bangs fell forward, shadowing his expression and obscuring his internal emotions. Pressing his lips into a tight line, he muttered: "You don't need to worry about it. I'll go downstairs and check."

Outside, receiving no responsive movement from within the house, the panicked soprano began calling out Bai Yichen's personal name directly: "Mengchen, save me! There's a pervert, there's a pervert outside!"

Bai Yichen...

By this juncture, Bai Yichen had naturally decoded whose familiar voice was echoing outside. If it was indeed Qi Yuanyuan, stepping out personally was structurally awkward. Still, Bai Yichen retained an inherent baseline of kindness; sensing something suspicious about the spectacle while remaining genuinely worried she might be in distress, he urged Lin Jiawen: "Then hurry down and take a look."

Lin Jiawen keenly picked up the subtle thread of concern woven into Bai Yichen's tone. A sharp wave of jealousy instantly churned in his chest, deepening the dark storm clouds already brewing in a mind that had soured the second he recognized Qi Yuanyuan's voice. Offering no further commentary, he gave a curt nod and strode straight out the door.

Outside, Qi Yuanyuan had spent a agonizingly long interval locked in a staged tug-of-war with the sleazy man, acting out an elaborate theatrical production before finally watching the front doors of the villa swing open. Yet before she could celebrate, a heavy, oppressive wave of kinetic pressure washed over her.

The moment Lin Jiawen emerged, he made zero effort to conceal his overwhelming ability wielder aura. Consequently, both Qi Yuanyuan—who was struggling in the charade—and the sleazy man locked in the scuffle froze dead in their tracks. Qi Yuanyuan, having spent years trailing in Xiao Yi's orbit and recently enduring repeated exposure to his pressure, managed to withstand it marginally; the sleazy man, however, suffered visible trembling in his calves, appearing on the verge of collapsing from sheer terror.

Lin Jiawen advanced step by step toward the pair. As he closed the distance, with the sleazy man no longer blocking the angle, Qi Yuanyuan's appearance came into sharp, unobstructed focus. Taking in her disheveled state, Lin Jiawen's eyes flared with an explosive surge of rage, carrying a lethal, glacial edge of murderous intent that forced even Qi Yuanyuan to shrink back in involuntary terror.

Yet for every step Qi Yuanyuan retreated, Lin Jiawen advanced an equal measure. From start to finish, his trajectory locked into a precise tactical angle that threw a massive physical barrier over Qi Yuanyuan, ensuring that if Bai Yichen happened to part the curtains upstairs, his vision would capture nothing more than Lin Jiawen's broad back, entirely shielding Qi Yuanyuan's specific facial features from view.

Stepping relentlessly forward, Lin Jiawen reached out, grabbed the trembling, rubber-legged sleazy man by the collar, and cornered Qi Yuanyuan into a blind structural angle completely invisible from the villa's windows. Only then did he hurl the sleazy man aside like a ragdoll. Casting a venomous, pitch-black glare down at the woman, he spat out a verdict dripping with frozen icicles: "Do you have a death wish?"

A violent shiver racked Qi Yuanyuan's frame at the sound of Lin Jiawen's voice. Yet remembering the explicit parameters of her mission and the justification she had manufactured, she forced a veil of glistening tears over her eyes, assuming a posture of fragile, helpless victimization: "I—thank you, ability wielder adult, for saving me! If you hadn't intervened today, this pervert would have dragged me off."

"Do you take me for a drooling idiot swallowing your fabricated fairy tales?" Lin Jiawen mocked with a razor-sharp, caustic sneer. His frozen gaze raked up and down over Qi Yuanyuan's current state, his eyes burning as though etched with blades.

To guarantee the success of her operation today, Qi Yuanyuan had meticulously curated her presentation—donning exquisite attire. More critically, to maximize theatrical realism, she had deliberately ripped open the collar of her blouse prior to the performance. Following an extended, frantic tussle with the sleazy man, her outfit was thoroughly disarrayed: her neckline hung wide open, exposing the creamy swell of her breasts in a scandalous display. Though visibly roughened by the ordeal, framed against her breathtaking, exquisite features and the half-exposed allure of her posture, the visual impact screamed pure, unadulterated seduction—radiating a magnetic potency far more dangerous than when her attire was fully composed.

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