“Hey, why is your face so red?” Su Mo continued to dance recklessly on the edge of danger. “Could it be… Ow ow ow, that hurts!”
“Oh, so you do know what pain is? Then why don’t you ever learn your lesson, always teasing me like this?” Though she wasn’t using much force, she pretended to twist his ear harder, as if trying to yank it right off.
“You’re so cruel…” Su Mo blinked rapidly, squeezing out a single tear.
Ye Qingyi grabbed his other ear. “I’ve seen this act way too many times. Stop pretending.”
“Then what do I have to do for you to forgive me?”
“Unless…” Ye Qingyi thought for a moment. “Unless you beg me!”
Beg?
Well, that wasn’t impossible…
Su Mo took a deep breath, then suddenly softened his tone. “Honey, I was wrong. Please let me off the hook?”
“Huh?!” Ye Qingyi froze in place, her eyes blinking rapidly. “Who’s your ‘honey’…?”
Before she could fully process it, an elderly man happened to walk by, his expression utterly unfazed. “Young man, you’ve got quite the style, making your girlfriend call you ‘honey.’ Even back in my day, I wouldn’t have had the guts to pull that off. Truly, the youth of today are on another level—so bold.”
Originally, it was just Ye Qingyi feeling awkward, but after the old man’s teasing, even Su Mo started blushing. The two of them stood there, faces burning red—if anyone else walked by now, the misunderstanding would only get worse.
Ye Qingyi bit her lip and turned to leave.
Su Mo inwardly panicked. Oh no, I took it too far this time. He hurriedly apologized, “Sorry, I actually meant to say your name just now.”
Ye Qingyi didn’t look back as she walked away, muttering under her breath, “Why apologize? It’s not like you called the wrong person… I was just embarrassed, that’s all…”
(*ﾉωﾉ)
Back at home, Ye Qingyi still hadn’t recovered from the impact of those two words. The moment she sensed Su Mo approaching, her face burned hot again.
“Still mad at me?”
“Go away.”
Su Mo paused for a second. “You got it!”
“Wait—you’re actually leaving?!”
“Then I won’t leave.”
“…You should just go.”
Su Mo: ∑(°口°๑)❢❢
He stood there, torn between staying and leaving. Finally, he just sat down and started meditating.
Oh, you little… Just watch, I’ll find a way to handle you.
Seeing him like this, Ye Qingyi couldn’t help but feel a little guilty.
Am I being too unreasonable? But the female leads in dramas always act like this—they say it adds emotional tension. Could that be fake?
Sigh… Too bad I’m not in my real body right now. He’s not even interested in me. We’ve been together for over a month, and we still haven’t even kissed…
Speaking of which… Kissing probably feels really nice, right? Maybe I should try sneaking one when he’s asleep?
…Nah, he’d definitely get mad. (｡í _ ì｡)
But he must be struggling too, right? Having a girlfriend he can’t even kiss… When we finally switch back, I’ll have to make it up to him properly.
As these thoughts ran through her mind, her heart pounded wildly.
That afternoon.
Wang Er called, reporting that someone had come to challenge the Qingyu Society. With only one of their three C-rank members present—Liao Yu—they were no match for the opponent.
Su Mo and Ye Qingyi rushed over immediately. Though the situation seemed suspicious, they had no choice but to check it out first.
By the time they arrived, several members of the Qingyu Society were already lying on the ground. The challenger hadn’t come alone—he had over a dozen people with him, men and women alike. Aside from one exceptionally muscular man who might’ve been E-rank, the rest were mostly around F-rank, not particularly strong.
“Stop!”** At Su Mo’s sharp command, everyone turned to look.
“Vice President, they went too far! They ambushed us when most of our strong members were away!”
“Vice President, you have to avenge us! My arm hurts so bad…”
“Now that the Vice President is here, they’re gonna regret this!”
“Wait, isn’t the Vice President only D-rank? The other guy’s C-rank…”
“Shh! She’s the Society Head’s sister. Fighting above her level is nothing.”
“Oh, right…”
Wang Er, in particular, looked overjoyed. “Second Young Miss, you’re finally here!”
Su Mo patted the shoulders of the injured members, giving them a reassuring look.
“So you’re the Qingyu Society’s newly appointed Vice President? You’re quite the looker, but I wonder if your skills match your looks?” The middle-aged leader’s gaze swept over Su Mo with undisguised interest.
Su Mo checked the time. “You’ve got one minute to explain yourself.”
The man snorted. “What’s there to explain? I heard this place was the Qingyu Society’s strongest, so I came to see for myself. Turns out you’re all weak as garbage. The only C-rank here couldn’t even last half a minute against me. I don’t get how you earned your reputation.”
“Is that so? Seems you’re very confident in your own strength. But this Vice President hasn’t made a move yet.”
One of the man’s lackeys immediately retorted, “You’re just some little girl—what kind of strength could you have? If you can beat my boss, I’ll call you ‘Mom’!”
“Yeah, if you can beat him, I’ll call you ‘Mom’ too!” The others chimed in.
Ye Qingyi, standing nearby, was struggling so hard not to laugh that her face contorted. She had to turn away to hide it.
“Fine. If I win, I don’t need you to call me ‘Mom.’ Just agree to one condition.”
“If you win, I’ll agree to ten conditions, let alone one!” The man oozed confidence. “But if you lose… from now on, you belong to me.”
Su Mo smirked. “That depends on whether you’re strong enough.”
“You’re the woman—you decide how we fight.”
“Sure.” Su Mo agreed readily. “I’m D-rank, you’re C-rank—a whole major realm above me. If we compete in techniques, even if you win, it’d be an unfair victory. So let’s keep it simple: pure physical strength and hand-to-hand combat.”
“HAHAHA! You just picked my specialty. I dare say no one below B-rank can beat me in this.”
Su Mo smiled without another word.
“One round to decide the winner, or…?”
“Where’s the fun in that? We fight until one side admits defeat.”
“Good! I like your style—brutal!”
Both sides stepped back, clearing a space for the two fighters.
The man’s underlings formed neat rows, one even pulling out a small flag, ready to cheer him on.
Wang Er hesitated, then turned to Ye Qingyi. “Brother Su, maybe later you can lead everyone in cheering for the Second Young Miss? I’m too old for this…”
Ye Qingyi’s eye twitched. Is this guy calling me shameless or what?
“No need. Real strength isn’t proven by shouting. Let’s save our energy and just enjoy the show.”
“Enjoy the show?” Someone looked confused.
Ye Qingyi dragged over a chair and sat down. “Yep. The show’s about to start—action!”