WMSR — QT Chapter 138

 

WMSR – QT Chapter 138

By

siofra

Chapter 138: The Senior of the Apocalypse

What ignited Lin Jiawen's fury beyond measure was precisely her current attire. The reality that Qi Yuanyuan was Ling Mengchen's former girlfriend already stuck in his throat like an unswallowable fishbone; he lived in a state of chronic dread that this woman might somehow steal away the person he cherished. Now, seeing Qi Yuanyuan present herself before his eyes dressed like this felt like watching a terrifying nightmare materialize into reality.

At that moment, Lin Jiawen felt profoundly grateful that Ling Mengchen hadn't laid eyes on the woman's scandalous presentation, otherwise he genuinely couldn't vouch for what destructive measures he might have enacted.

Drawing a deep, stabilizing breath to flatten the turbulent tides of his temper, Lin Jiawen fixed Qi Yuanyuan with a glare colder than glacial ice. Spitting out every syllable with deliberate menace, he confronted her: "You've been skulking around the perimeter of my residence, lurking in the shadows for days on end. Did you finally decide you couldn't restrain yourself any longer today?"

The instant the accusation left Lin Jiawen's lips, panic flared across Qi Yuanyuan's face. She had been exposed! She never imagined that her earlier days of passive resistance—lingering in wide, sweeping loops around the perimeter—had been tracked all along.

"Whether your name is Qi Yuanyuan or someone else, I care very little what brought you to this sector. But starting today, you had best vanish from my sight permanently. If you dare cross my path again, I assure you I won't be half this accommodating. By that time..." Lin Jiawen's chilling, predatory gaze crawled slowly over Qi Yuanyuan's frame, "I will carve ribbons across this pretty face of yours, strip away every inch of exposed flesh, and hurl your bleeding body straight into a swarm of zombies."

Confronted directly by Lin Jiawen's murderous glare, Qi Yuanyuan shuddered uncontrollably. She recognized with absolute clarity that the man was entirely serious; if she dared step foot near this sector again, he would execute his threats down to the letter.

Imagining the horrific fate Lin Jiawen had calmly detailed, Qi Yuanyuan trembled so violently she could barely stand.

Having successfully terrified the woman to the verge of mental collapse, Lin Jiawen turned on his heel and strode away, ignoring the paralyzed, rubber-legged sleazy man sprawled on the dirt from the opening second to the final retreat.

Having neutralized the Qi Yuanyuan threat, Lin Jiawen returned to the interior of the villa.

"How did it go?" Bai Yichen hurried forward with an inquiring look of concern.

"It's settled. Though..." After offering soothing words to calm Bai Yichen, Lin Jiawen immediately planted a subtle seed of doubt: "Even if I hadn't stepped in, she was in zero actual danger."

Bai Yichen had already suspected as much; catching the understated implication embedded in Lin Jiawen's tone, he instantly grasped the underlying dynamic.

Although venting that petty grievance left Lin Jiawen feeling marginally more vindicated, reflecting on the sheer volume of manipulative little stunts pulled by a certain individual reinforced his conviction that a direct strike at the source was mandatory. Furthermore, the woman had possessed the sheer audacity to approach Mengchen dressed in such an obscene, provocative state—she deserved a severe, structural lesson. In truth, Lin Jiawen recognized that relying solely on a verbal threat lacked ironclad security; to permanently eradicate Qi Yuanyuan as a variable, he needed to amputate the problem at its absolute root.

Speaking of that critical variable, Xiao Yi was likely still entirely in the dark regarding a specific piece of intelligence—otherwise, he would never have maintained such absolute, misplaced confidence when dispatching that woman to execute his schemes.

Recalling the intelligence he had painstakingly coaxed out of Mengchen over the preceding two days—specifically recounting the hostile remarks Qi Yuanyuan had hurled at Mengchen when she tracked him down that fateful afternoon—a cold, sarcastic smirk pulled at the corner of Lin Jiawen's lips.

He genuinely wondered what facial expression Xiao Yi would wear once he discovered that the foundational card in his winning hand had already been smashed to pieces by that idiotic woman from day one.

Procrastination was foreign to Lin Jiawen. The very next day, he intercepted Xiao Yi directly. No third party ever learned the exact parameters of the dialogue exchanged between the two powerful ability wielders; yet the Xiao Yi who returned from that private rendezvous could only be described as a creature of unmitigated, boiling rage—radiating an aura so terrifying that witnessing him from a distance induced primal dread.

Conversely, Qi Yuanyuan had been enjoying a relatively relaxed mental state. Though yesterday's theatrical operation had tanked spectacularly, leaving her thoroughly shaken without achieving her intended objective, she took solace in the belief that from Xiao Yi's perspective, the mission was registering progressive headway. Consequently, Xiao Yi had remarkably refrained from fixing her with his signature icy glare, even tossing a few rare, superficial inquiries her way.

Though Qi Yuanyuan now recognized the utter hollowness of Xiao Yi's concern and craved it no longer, retaining a baseline of peace was infinitely preferable to living under constant terror. She was mentally debating whether daytime perimeter stakeouts were officially dead, and whether she could pivot to alternative avenues—such as catching Ling Mengchen alone during a rare window when his guardian wielder was absent. Just then—bang!—her bedroom door was violently thrown open.

Startled out of her skin, Qi Yuanyuan jerked her head up, only to be greeted by the harrowing sight of Xiao Yi's thunderous, ashen countenance. What on earth had happened? Just this morning before departing, Xiao Yi's ambient mood had appeared remarkably stable!

Gazing down at the trembling woman huddled on the mattress, Xiao Yi felt an overwhelming, homicidal urge to wrap his hands around her throat and crush the life out of her. Every single time his mind replayed the revelations Lin Jiawen had dropped on him earlier that day, the turbulent churning in his chest threatened to tear him apart.

True, he had harbored intense fury over Qi Yuanyuan's loose-lipped disaster on day one—the blunder that derailed his grand strategy of leveraging her as bait to force Ling Mengchen into becoming his dependent follower. Yet he had consistently operated under the assumption that Qi Yuanyuan's verbal sabotage was an unconscious slip, believing the operational roadmap still possessed avenues for rescue. That exact rationale explained why he had relentlessly pushed her to sustain proactive contact with Ling Mengchen across the intervening days.

Yet what harrowing truth had he uncovered today? It turned out that the night Qi Yuanyuan accompanied him to confront Ling Mengchen marked not their first interaction! This idiotic woman had secretly scurried off behind his back to corner Ling Mengchen prior to that meeting, and the rhetoric she spewed during that private encounter had been a vicious display of superiority designed to humiliate and completely sever ties with her ex-boyfriend!

The instant that reality registered in his consciousness, Xiao Yi felt a profound, aching respect for Ling Mengchen's staggering emotional restraint. To have been personally hunted down and subjected to toxic mockery by Qi Yuanyuan, yet maintain absolute silence when brought face-to-face with her under his escort—refraining from exposing the hypocrisy or launching retaliatory insults—was a level of grace he could hardly fathom.

As for Qi Yuanyuan, Xiao Yi was utterly baffled by how a human being could function with such staggering stupidity. This woman had personally incinerated every single contingency in his master plan, while he had remained pathetically delusional, banking his final hopes on such an absolute liability to salvage his ambitions. Even more unforgivable was the fact that Qi Yuanyuan was acutely aware she had blown up the operation, yet chose to conceal her failure completely, allowing him to blindly invest his entire emotional capital into her executing a miracle.

For a suspended moment, Xiao Yi genuinely debated whether he should write a formal note of gratitude to Lin Jiawen for delivering the intel.

Regardless of emotional turbulence, he recognized the grim reality: mounting a successful comeback strategy utilizing Qi Yuanyuan was a mathematical impossibility. Compounding the failure, he had just learned that during yesterday's staged perimeter crisis where Qi Yuanyuan shrieked in simulated terror, Ling Mengchen remained sealed inside the residence without even deigning to part a window curtain to check on her.

Since Qi Yuanyuan had been thoroughly drained of all operational utility, it was finally time for her to depart for her designated destination.

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