Chapter 1795: Chapter 1795: Storm Over Fengman Tower (32)

The Clan Leader briefly explained the situation, something Chuzheng already knew.

"Bring me back?"

The Clan Leader nodded: "Yes, you are one of our clan, naturally you need to come back with me."

Chuzheng: "You already have a Saintess. What do you want me to go back for? Is it like an emperor’s throne that someone must fight for?"

The Clan Leader: "..."

"The current situation is already the best. If you insist on making me return... then I really don’t know what kind of situation the Wuyue Clan will face."

The Clan Leader’s face changed: "You are threatening me!"

Chuzheng replied in a scoundrel’s tone: "If you think it is, then go ahead."

The Clan Leader: "..."

-

The Clan Leader dismissed the others and stayed with Chuzheng for about two hours. Finally, the Clan Leader left with a sullen face and his men.

"Clan Leader, she..."

The Clan Leader angrily scolded: "Do not bring her up again!"

The group: "..."

She’s the daughter of the runaway Saintess; are they really not going to take her back?

Chuzheng watched the Clan Leader and his followers leave, expressionless as she retrieved the Yin Xian, which happily bumped her fingers as it wrapped around her wrist.

The Wuyue Clan, to put it simply, just wants to huddle within that small world and focus on their schemes; they have no intention of involving others or letting outsiders discover them.

The Man Family’s issues were because someone first disrupted the rules and stability of the Wuyue Clan, and only then did they act.

If you ignore the Saintess issue, the clan as a whole was quite decent.

But none of this concerns her. Since the Good Person Card doesn’t intend to avenge the Man Family, she doesn’t need to bother.

Chuzheng first sent Man Yue back to his room, then languidly went to rescue people.

-

After the incident at Fengman Building, martial arts training and expansion were put on the agenda.

Chuzheng only provided money and didn’t care about anything else.

The once sparsely populated Fengman Building gradually attracted quite a lot of... kids.

According to their idea, it’s necessary to cultivate them from a young age to instill a sense of belonging to Fengman Building.

Chuzheng: "..."

Alright, you guys make sense.

As long as money can solve it.

"Tower Master, we found Yan Ya!!"

One noon, Xi Nan rushed over anxiously. Before he finished speaking, the young man got up and ran outside.

Chuzheng: "..."

Do you know where he is?

Sure enough, the young man quickly ran back, looking apprehensive at her.

Chuzheng stood still, hesitating for a moment as the young man anxiously pulled her hand to go outside: "Take me there."

"What if I don’t?"

A trace of viciousness flashed in the young man’s eyes, but he quickly suppressed it and glanced at Xi Nan, who immediately turned around, looking at the sky and down to the ground.

The young man briefly pecked Chuzheng on the lips like a dragonfly skimming the water: "Take me there."

Chuzheng: "..."

The Good Person Card is always playing dirty, I’m angry!

-

Yan Ya was found in an unknown place, looking skinnier, with wounds all over his body.

According to Xi Nan, they offered a high reward to find him, and someone noticed him and informed them.

When they saw Yan Ya, he was like this.

Hui Chun had already provided basic treatment for Yan Ya.

Chuzheng took Man Yue over there. He stood far away, surprisingly not as anxious as before.

"Not going over?"

Who was it just now that was so eager to come?

Man Yue hesitated and walked over there.

Yan Ya was still unconscious. Others retreated from the room seeing Man Yue approaching.

"Will he wake up?" Man Yue asked Hui Chun.

"He’s just hurt and unconscious, not serious. He’ll wake up in a few days; try not to worry too much," Hui Chun said.

Man Yue nodded slightly, gazing down at the person lying on the bed.

-

Man Yue went back and forth to Yan Ya’s place three times a day, asking Hui Chun if he’ll wake up, while Chuzheng wasn’t very happy.

There’s never been a time he cared so much about her.

But soon, Chuzheng felt it was better if he didn’t care so much about her.

It was at night when Chuzheng didn’t see Man Yue in his room, guessing he might be at Yan Ya’s, she went all the way there.

The windows of Yan Ya’s room weren’t closed tightly. When she went near, she saw a dagger dropping from Man Yue’s sleeve, his face grim as he approached Yan Ya.

Chuzheng: "!!!"

My gosh!!

Man Yue gripped the dagger slowly, raised it, hovering above Yan Ya.

As he suddenly stabbed downwards, a voice interrupted from the side: "Man Yue!!"

The young man startled by the voice, turned to meet Chuzheng’s gaze. His fingers trembled slightly, causing the dagger to drop to the ground with a crisp ’clang’.

Chuzheng jumped in through the window, walked quickly to him, grabbing his wrist: "What are you doing?"

Isn’t he the one you’ve been longing for?

You’ve finally found him, and yet you want to kill him!

"I..." Man Yue’s face was awful. He lowered his head and said nothing.

Chuzheng picked up the dagger: "Why do you want to kill him?"

Man Yue sunk his head even further.

Chuzheng played with the dagger using her fingers: "Just tell me, I’ll help you."

The young man suddenly raised his head, eyes filled with shock and confusion, lips pale as he murmured, "Why... help me?"

Chuzheng raised her hand, stroking his face, speaking sincerely and earnestly: "Because you are mine." Good Person Card.

The young man’s breathing quickened as he stared at Chuzheng, as if searching for something on her face.

He bit his lip before laboriously speaking: "He... saw."

"Saw what?"

"I..." Man Yue tensed his back, closed his eyes before saying, "I killed my brother, he saw..."

His brother... the eldest son of the Man Family?

"You think he would tell?"

The young man nodded slowly. He initially didn’t want others to know, and later, it was because... he didn’t want her to know, fearing she’d see him as a murderer.

Chuzheng glanced at the motionless Yan Ya lying there: "You don’t trust him? Isn’t he your person?"

The young man instinctively replied: "I don’t trust anyone."

Chuzheng frowned slightly, so even after taking care of you for so long, I have no place in your heart?!

She raised her finger pointing to herself: "What about me?"

Man Yue: "..."

"I don’t... know." He didn’t know if he should trust her.

"Haven’t I been good to you?"

"He was good to me too," Man Yue’s voice was muffled: "But I never knew what kind of torment accompanied each time he was good to me."

Chuzheng fell silent for a moment, asking speculatively: "Man Yi?"

The young man suddenly fell silent, likely realizing he had let something slip.

No matter what Chuzheng asked next, the young man didn’t speak again.

Chuzheng handed the dagger back to him: "I’ll handle this. No need to dirty your hands."

The young man gripped the dagger without reacting.

Chuzheng directly carried him back to the room, placed him on the bed, and kissed him awhile before covering him with the quilt.

"Man Yue, try to trust me, okay?"

Man Yue turned over, back facing Chuzheng, and slowly opened his closed eyes.

He opened his lips slightly, voicelessly saying, alright.