“Young master, please…” Bai Mo patiently repeated, extending his hand in a “please” gesture. Ci Sheng remained calm and polite, nodding and smiling blankly, still walking between the two.
"Young master, please..."
Ning Xian turned his head away, a slight black line appearing on his face, thinking to himself: Ci Sheng, you are too great!
Feng, standing to the side, was completely bewildered, while Mu Yuan was already secretly laughing so hard she was about to choke.
However, the more Ning Xian evaded the question, the more suspicious Bai Mo became. How could he possibly hide a living, breathing person right there? What was going on with his wife?
There aren't many people in the Netherworld who would call Ning Xian by her full name. After dismounting, she hid behind Ci Sheng and glanced at Bai Mo sideways, then pouted—"Little brat, I just don't recognize you, what can you do to me?"
But ever since she met Bai Mo, she's felt like she's forgotten something...
What have I forgotten?
"Left Envoy, Lord Feng, Lord Jialing."
"Left Envoy, Lord Feng, Lord Jialing."
"Lord Left Envoy,..."
With Mu Yuan and Feng present, even entering the gate seemed particularly eye-catching. Bai Mo felt a slight sense of astonishment and shock as soon as he stepped through the gate... This... truly was a genuine martial arts sect. He wasn't unfamiliar with people from the underworld, although most of them managed internal affairs, accounting, business dealings, etc., while his second brother was mostly responsible for expanding business and matters requiring travel. However, he had still encountered quite a few martial arts sects in his business dealings—all of them righteous, of course. This place... seemed a little different.
Bai Mo frowned, but tried not to think the worst—after all, his wife's cousin was here, and how could the Qiu family, who were respectable businessmen, have anything to do with those shady places... It must be that the rules here are different from other places.
Once inside, Ning Xian finally found a chance to slip away. He said to Feng Hao like a good buddy, "Then I'll trouble you to take the valuables in the car to my brother for inspection—Ci Sheng, let's go."
—Let Mu Yuan's guest take care of himself.
Before he could even turn around and take a step, Feng behind him suddenly spoke up without any cooperation: "Ning Xian, it seems that you were the one who led this operation, so naturally you should be the one to report back."
Ning Xian froze, standing there like a puppet—Lord Feng, Lord Feng! Would it kill you not to ask for a favor just once?!
Sure enough… Bai Mo’s voice came from behind him—
"Ning Xian! You really are Ning Xian!"
Ning Xian rolled her eyes. She'd already been exposed... so she might as well just give up.
She turned around, gave Bai Mo a fake smile, and said, "Oh, right, I'm Ning Xian, so what?"
"You! How could you disobey your wife and run off to fool around like this?!"
"You eloped with someone yourself! What business is it of mine!?" Ning Xian simply put her hands on her hips and acted like a shrew. "Young Master Bai, look carefully, this is not the Bai family, this is the Demonic Sect! Youming Heaven! This is my territory! It's not a place for you to point fingers!"
He was shocked. "The Demonic Sect?! This is the Demonic Sect?! The Bai family has always been an upright and honest family. How could you stay in a place like this?"
"What's it to you?"
Bai Mo was slightly angry and shouted, "I am your husband!!"
Feng paused, looking at Bai Mo with slight surprise, then turned to Ning Xian—
Ning Xian raised her chin, still feigning a smile, and asked clearly, "Then may I ask, Young Master Bai, when have you ever considered me your wife? Your wife is waiting for you in Jiangcheng—isn't it ridiculous to bring up your status as husband to intimidate others at a time like this?" After she finished speaking, she pulled Ci Sheng and turned to leave.
Bai Mo was speechless, as if struck by a heavy hammer in his chest. He stood frozen in place, unsure how to take a step forward to chase after her—he, it was he who had said that on their wedding night… Yes, the wife in his heart was not her. But he had promised to take good care of her, so how could he let her fall into the demonic path?
No, even if she doesn't understand my feelings, I must save her for her own good!
Chapter 30 Mistress Number One
"Only officials are allowed to set fires, while ordinary people are forbidden to light lamps! How can men from respectable families be so unreasonable!"
In the Demonic Sect, if two people are deeply in love, they can be a perfect couple; if they find they can't get along, they can each go their own way. How could such a ridiculous thing happen—her husband has run off with another woman, and she's expected to stay in his home and "uphold wifely virtues"?
"Ning Xian... is he really yours...?"
"Yes, he is my husband."
Du Cisheng was also surprised; he had never imagined that Ning Xian had been married before. But how could she look like a married woman? A slight, complex emotion surfaced in his eyes, habitually veiled by a hazy mist. He pondered what he had just heard, seemingly somewhat bothered.
"He...there's someone else?"
"Ugh! That's more than that! Cisheng, you be the judge!" She suddenly stopped, turned around to face him, and said, "On our wedding night, you told me, 'I didn't want to marry you!' After the wedding, you were lukewarm at all, acting like I didn't exist. A few days later, you eloped with your lover, and now you expect me to stay home and guard the house for him?!" A dark cloud appeared on Cisheng's calm expression. She couldn't tell what she was feeling when she heard Ning Xian exclaim, "Ah! I actually forgot!—No wonder I kept feeling like I forgot something—his lover! Right, I came back to find ten or eight of his lovers and have a good time! I've been so busy with the mission that I forgot! My lover! How could he lose to that guy Bai something-or-other?!"
"..." Ci Sheng suddenly realized that the slight worry and pity she had just felt were completely unnecessary.
Watching Ning Xian spin around in circles on the ground a few times before stopping, she said, "No, I can't let that guy Bai look down on me. I must find him one, two, three, or four lovers right now!" Having made up her mind, she changed direction again, deciding not to go back to her room first, but to look for lovers instead. She said, "Ci Sheng, you go back to your room and rest!" and hurriedly left, completely forgetting about Ci Sheng beside her.
After wandering around in the Netherworld, she realized that it seemed a bit unnecessary for her to come out and wander around.
Most of the people in the Netherworld are away recently, and there are only a few left. She can count them on her fingers without even needing to use her toes. As for the remaining followers A, B, C, and D... well, they are not within the scope of consideration.
As for these people… Yu Lin is too young, lacking persuasiveness and impact. Long Jue is her older brother; although Bai Mo doesn't know, Long Jue definitely won't indulge her nonsense. As for Mu Yuan… let him be her lover; she'd rather remain a resentful woman in her boudoir. The sect leader… let me shudder first, why even think about him? She doesn't care how long she lives! Finding even one, two, three, or four would be difficult, let alone finding just one…
Um... um... wait... there's one more...
Although he is from Bliss, although he is somewhat arrogant, and although he is not a very likable person... but looking at all these people, he is the most suitable one, right?
One, two, three, four, it always starts with "one". Only with one can there be two!
She immediately rushed over and stopped Feng before he entered the Paradise.
Finally, she spotted Feng's figure in the distance. "Feng! Feng!" she called out, chasing after him, but he seemed determined not to stop. She couldn't delay any longer—he was about to enter the gates of Paradise—"The peerless beauty, devastatingly beautiful, and invincible Feng, the only one of its kind in heaven and on earth!!"
Feng seemed to stumble slightly, losing her balance, which gave Ning Xian a moment to leap away and grab his sleeve. She was panting heavily from running so fast before forcing a smile, "Lord Feng, you're truly agile and swift as the wind..."