Chapter 234: Horrible Fantasy! (Bonus Chapter)

"Then you no longer need Su Mo."

Yang Qingxi subconsciously looked up.

Meanwhile, Yang Qingyun continued indifferently:

"Adding to my previous suggestion. The force behind me can provide strength far beyond what Su Mo currently possesses."

"Even if Su Mo’s future potential is higher..."

"For now, the Shen Family is more than enough to suppress those protagonists and buy you enough development time."

Her tone remained completely calm.

As if talking about suppressing terrifying Sons of Luck was merely discussing ordinary business matters.

After all, the Shen family truly possessed such confidence. The strongest force in Longyan County.

"If I keep saying they are strong vaguely, you might not understand. Let me state it clearly. The family has Nascent Soul powerhouses and even a rumoured Soul Formation stage powerhouse."

"!!!"

Yang Qingxi was shocked while Yang Qingyun continued naturally:

"So."

"I’ve already solved your biggest concern."

"Now strength and your survival are no longer issues... Then tell me honestly."

"Do you still need Su Mo?"

The room gradually became quiet.

Yang Qingxi lowered her gaze silently.

However, she still stubbornly refused to admit her true thoughts.

Seeing this, Yang Qingyun sighed helplessly. Her daughter was truly stubborn.

Thus, she decided to increase the pressure.

"I think you should stop tying Su Mo down here."

Yang Qingxi immediately frowned. "Tying him down?"

"Of course, isn’t that obvious?" Yang Qingyun continued casually:

"From his personality, I can tell he prefers a leisurely life."

"Maybe one day he’ll simply find a beautiful wife and quietly enjoy life."

"Oh, right..."

She pretended to think seriously.

"Doesn’t he already have that beautiful subordinate beside him?"

"That Leng... something girl."

"Leng Shuang." Yang Qingxi spoke coldly.

"Yes, her."

Yang Qingyun nodded thoughtfully.

"They actually seem quite suitable together."

The moment those words entered her ears, Yang Qingxi’s imagination exploded instantly.

---

Inside the imaginary scene—

The office atmosphere looked strangely pink.

Su Mo sat lazily behind the desk while holding Leng Shuang’s hand.

"Shuang."

"Have you finished your work?"

"Y-yes, Master~"

Leng Shuang’s usually cold face was strangely flushed.

Not only that—

She was deliberately showing off her figure while adjusting her glasses seductively.

Su Mo revealed that familiar wicked smirk.

The same twisted grin Ye Chen always made.

Like a famous brand logo.

Then, he suddenly grabbed Leng Shuang by the waist forcefully and said, "Let’s go."

Leng Shuang blinked shyly.

"Go where?"

Su Mo leaned toward her neck slowly, taking a deep breath, looking intoxicated by her scent. Then whispered with an evil grin:

"Haven’t you heard the saying?"

"Hm...?"

"If there’s work to do..."

"Let the secretary do it."

Leng Shuang’s face reddened deeply.

"And if there’s no work..."

Su Mo grinned darkly.

"Then do the secretary."

"Master~!"

Under Leng Shuang’s shy exclamation—

Su Mo directly lifted her into a bridal carry.

Meanwhile, Leng Shuang buried her flushed face into his chest like some innocent little wife.

Su Mo carried her toward the adjacent room domineeringly.

Inside the room—

Pink bedsheets covered the bed.

Pink lighting illuminated the atmosphere.

And in the corner...

Several small pink square boxes rested quietly.

The terrifying strategic weapons capable of destroying billions of lives once launched.

As soon as he entered the room.

Su Mo threw Leng Shuang onto the bed confidently.

Leng Shuang looked at him shyly with anticipation.

Then—

Su Mo grabbed one of the pink boxes and jumped onto the bed too.

The lights suddenly turned off.

Darkness swallowed the room completely.

At the same time—

It also swallowed Yang Qingxi’s heart.

---

"NOOOO!"

Yang Qingxi suddenly stood up violently.

Her eyes were filled with terrifying killing intent.

"I absolutely cannot let that happen!"

"I’ll kill that woman!"

"No—"

"I’ll kill every bitch who dares get close to him!"

Yang Qingyun: "...?"

She stared at her daughter, dumbfounded.

Honestly, she only intended to provoke Qingxi slightly.

Who knew this girl would start imagining something? And suddenly rush to kill people.

’Where’s my well-behaved little girl? Who is this woman filled with killing intent?’

While Yang Qingyun felt as if she were seeing her daughter for the first time.

Yang Qingxi still looked furious.

Her expression resembled that of someone whose husband had been stolen away.

Yang Qingyun immediately rubbed her forehead helplessly.

"Calm down, Qingxi."

"First, sit back down. Take a deep breath."

Yang Qingxi’s chest rose and fell slightly from anger.

Seeing this, Yang Qingyun looked at her speechlessly.

After several seconds—

A faint, amused smile slowly appeared on her face.

"Oh?"

"So this is what you meant by not liking him?"

Yang Qingxi froze instantly.

"...."

At this moment, even she realised something was wrong.

Meanwhile, Yang Qingyun leisurely picked up her teacup again. Then spoke calmly:

"You were ready to start a killing spree just from imagining another woman beside him."

"And you still want to insist you don’t like Su Mo?"

Yang Qingxi’s face stiffened completely.

For the first time in years—

The usually sharp and composed Princess Yang looked utterly defeated before her own mother.

"I don’t want to talk about this anymore."

To her disgruntlement, her mom just showed an amused smile and stated with indifference. "Whatever, I already got my answer."

"Although I knew it from the beginning. It was fun to make you admit it." She chuckled.

Yang Qingxi’s face flushed, and she glared at her with embarrassment.

"Let’s end it already."

---

After Yang Qingxi calmed down, she asked.

"Since your background is so powerful in this country. Do you know about the White Moon Sect?"

"I have heard about it." Mother Yang nodded. "What’s wrong?"

Yang Qingxi replied. "One of our enemies has sneaked in there. We’ve found out that sect is somewhere in the Frostspine Mountains. But we don’t know the exact coordinates. If you could tell us the location. We would save days of effort searching."

"Oh, that Sect had a Son of Luck?"

"Not just one, there’s another one who seems to have some relation to that sect. So, it’s two."

"Actually, I also know very little. But I know someone who is a member of that sect," Yang Qingyun spoke mysteriously.

"Really? Who?" Yang Qingxi became excited.

"Her name is Song Meilin."