Chapter 451 Zhou Qianfeng and Fu Yixue: Love Acknowledged

Chapter 451 Zhou Qianfeng and Fu Yixue: Love Acknowledged

“Shen Que: We actually came back a while ago.”

“Zhou Qianfeng: Tell us what exactly happened in the Order Realm.”

Shen Que detailed the entire process of the final stage in the group chat. When describing Dylan,

“Fu Yanqi: You said Dylan is a very tall, foreign-looking man?”

“Shen Que: Yeah.”

“Fu Yanqi: Wasn’t he Ancient Loulan’s little princess?”

“Shen Que: Speaking of which, in the desert’s hidden map, I encountered such a princess. She suddenly appeared and afflicted me with an inner demon. Wu Yue got injured trying to save me.

Wu Yue initially thought it might have been a test from her mother, but thinking back now, that test seemed a bit too extreme. If Wu Yue had been any later, she and I—no, I would’ve been corrupted.

Because later, when that spirit appeared, it looked really worried seeing Wu Yue run over to her.”

“Everyone: ...So the OrderMaster isn’t a he, but a she.”

“Zhou Qianfeng: Then I think I understand this OrderMaster’s psychology. Fu Yixue is like this with Lu Ling—fandom love for an idol, blind and obsessive.

And this OrderMaster is clearly a die-hard career stan. She’s hell-bent on making Wu Yue ascend quickly to the Order Realm and become her master.

So from the start, no matter what Lu Ling leaked to Wu Yue, she was willing to accept it, and might’ve even added more herself.

She noticed Shen Que trying to seduce Wu Yue and, fearing her true idol might fall from grace, abandon her career, get married, and have kids, she wanted to take out Shen Que.

Later, when they went to the Order Realm, as soon as she located their coordinates, she immediately sent people to kill them.

Wu Yue, protected by Luo Shen and Dylan, would’ve been fine regardless, but Shen Que... not so much.”

“Jian Suiyu: I’ve gotta say, the Secretary-General is really with it.”

“Zhou Qianfeng: He used to rely on understanding young girls’ psychology to con people.”

Everyone subtly paused. Oh... this tone... clearly, it came from Master Fu using Secretary-General Zhou’s communicator.

Zhou Qianfeng looked helplessly at Fu Yixue, “I am the Secretary-General, after all. My communicator has the alliance’s highest level of security.”

Fu Yixue tossed it back into Zhou Qianfeng’s hand, “If it weren’t for Yue Yue’s matter, I wouldn’t bother looking.”

Zhou Qianfeng pushed it back, “Since you’ve already looked, see if I’m still tricking young girls now.”

Fu Yixue couldn’t care less, “Not interested.”

Zhou Qianfeng was practically clenching his teeth. He took a deep breath, “Fu Yixue, that day during S4, you hugged me.”

Fu Yixue, “...Zhou Qianfeng, must you keep bringing up that same old thing? How many times have you mentioned it?

Aren’t you ashamed, at your age, to keep bringing it up all the time?”

Zhou Qianfeng stood up and walked over to Fu Yixue. He nodded with a smile, “You’re right. I’m already this old—why the hell am I messing around with pure love with you?”

If you like someone, just strip and seduce them. At worst, you get beaten up.

Zhou Qianfeng tugged at his tie, revealing half of his collarbone. Back in the day, Secretary-General Zhou was someone who could win over half of Kyoto’s elite socialites with just his looks—absolutely still has that charm.

But a person with principles sticks to selling artistry, not their body. No matter how sweet the talk, the goal has always been to make money.

Fu Yixue just dislikes his checkered past. At his age, living day to day not knowing when he might die, he isn't even looking for any kind of commitment.

Zhou Qianfeng said, "Fine, I won’t say it. I’ll just show you, okay?"

Fu Yixue turned to leave, but Zhou Qianfeng grabbed her. "Where are you going?" he asked.

Fu Yixue said, "Zhou Qianfeng, this is the office!"

Zhou Qianfeng replied, "Right. Let’s go to my private lounge."

Fu Yixue was totally thrown by Zhou Qianfeng’s take-it-for-granted attitude. She was dragged several steps before she even processed it.

By the time she came to her senses, she saw the lounge door. Zhou Qianfeng glanced back at her.

"If you’re not willing, just hit me now," he said. "I’ll never bring it up again. This ends here."

Seeing how serious Zhou Qianfeng looked, Fu Yixue’s gaze flickered, but she said nothing.

Zhou Qianfeng let go of her in disappointment and turned away. "Alright," he said, "I won’t pressure you. We’ll just keep being colleagues.

I don’t have the security now. The five great immortals are gone. If I piss you off again, I might be dead by tomorrow."

As they passed each other, Fu Yixue suddenly reached out and grabbed him. Zhou Qianfeng suppressed a smile.

Fu Yixue gritted her teeth. "Zhou Qianfeng," she said, "are you using the same tricks on me that you use on young women?"

Zhou Qianfeng turned around and pulled her into the lounge. He slammed the door shut, held Fu Yixue tightly, and started kissing her.

"What young women? Where are these young women?" he said. "Fu Yixue, all these years I’ve been running around like crazy, cleaning up after your Taoist sect time and again. All the nonsense your sect pulls—I’m too tired to even mention it!

Those foster kids keep feeding you sweet talk! How many times have I warned you, openly and subtly? Did you ever listen?

And yet you still give me attitude every day, looking down on me. Why the hell am I such a fool?"

Fu Yixue wanted to push him away but remembered how easily Zhou Qianfeng could make him cough up blood from her punches before.

Lately, Zhou Qianfeng had been working nonstop without a break. Considering his age, she decided to just let him do what he wanted.

Fu Yixue said, "You’re only doing this for Lu Ling’s sake."

Zhou Qianfeng pulled Fu Yixue down onto the lounge sofa. "Yes," he said, "at first it was just for Lu Ling’s sake.

But damn it, after all these years and everything we’ve been through together, can’t we just make things work?"

Fu Yixue refused. "Who wants to make things work with you?" she said.

Zhou Qianfeng slid his hand under the hem of her traditional Chinese jacket. "Fine, not 'making things work,'" he said. "I’m old and restless, my old heart's on fire. I like you, I want you desperately.

I just want you by my side, protecting me. Seeing you makes me feel at ease, like everything’s right with the world."

Fu Yixue finally couldn’t help but smile slightly. Seeing her smile, Zhou Qianfeng buried his face in her neck and kissed her scars.

Fu Yixue gently pushed his head away. "Aren’t you grossed out?" she asked.

Zhou Qianfeng replied, "I’m not. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time."

Zhou Qianfeng held her and kissed her for a while, his voice growing hoarse as he said, "You got rid of that fox spirit business."

Fu Yixue directly reached out and grabbed Zhou Qianfeng's belt, "It's been taken care of long ago. Hurry up, Secretary-General, you have a meeting soon."

Zhou Qianfeng looked up at her, breathing heavily, curling his lips into a smirk as he leaned in closer.

....

The group chat had been buzzing for a while, but it was all just speculation.

"Jiang Yuhua: Shen Que, how long until Yueyue’s next dungeon run?"

"Shen Que: 7 days."

"Jiang Yuhua: By then, World City’s affairs should be mostly wrapped up. Sirius and Blaze will go together."

"Shen Que: Mhm."

Just as Shen Que put down the communicator, Wuyue happened to finish her conversation with Su Mo as well.

Wuyue sat up and looked at him, "What were you talking about? Your communicator was buzzing nonstop."

Shen Que handed the communicator directly to Wuyue, who leaned into his embrace. Shen Que naturally slipped an arm around her waist, letting her read through it slowly.

Wuyue, "Why didn’t you add me to the group chat?"

Shen Que, "It’s all speculation, and you shouldn’t overthink things right now. I was afraid you’d instinctively use your psychic abilities to overanalyze it."

As Wuyue read through their guesses, she suddenly remembered when she saw the mention of the Ancient Loulan Princess—

"Actually, I managed to summon that princess once before."

Shen Que, "Yan Qi told me about that."

Wuyue, "At the time, I couldn’t understand what she was saying, but she seemed extremely anxious. Thinking back now, could she have been urgently trying to express her admiration for me, hoping I’d make a contract with her ASAP? Should I summon her again and make her my ghost spirit? Then maybe the Order Realm and humanity could make peace right away?"

Shen Que, "..."

Right now, he was feeling vexed all over, though he couldn’t pinpoint exactly why.

Wuyue glanced at Shen Que’s expression and couldn’t help but laugh.

Shen Que, annoyed, dug his fingers into her waist, "Stop laughing."

What kind of nonsense was this? If it were a real man, he’d just go kill him. But now, Shen Que had no idea where to even direct his fury!