My Supernatural Exes Are Desperate to Win Me Back

Xu Xining was fuming, “Well then, I was just about to look for you! Who gave you the right to move my stuff?! And how did you know where I live?!”

Huo Ting lifted his dark eyelashes, as if he could see through the peephole, “Your place is too shabby, anyone could break in and kill you, come with me.”

“Who the hell breaks into someone’s place to kill them?! Don’t underestimate my door, let me tell you…”

Huo Ting grasped the doorknob, exerted a slight force, and the door, as if made of paper, was pulled open, emitting a cringe-worthy metallic deformation sound.

Caught off guard, Xu Xining nearly fell into his arms, “Damn it! You owe me a door!!”

Huo Ting stepped in, surveying her home like a king entering a slum, “That wasn’t your door, it was my door.”

He glanced sideways, “After I learned you refused to move, I bought this place.”

Xu Xining was baffled, “???”

Huo Ting coldly pronounced, “Now, I am your landlord.”

Xu Xining fell silent, then clenched her fists and let out an angry roar, “Capitalism will surely perish!!!”

Huo Ting lifted his phone, showing her a photo album of a brightly lit riverside villa, “Move in there tonight.” He paused, “No rent needed.”

Xu Xining defiantly responded, “I won’t move!!!”

Huo Ting’s gaze darkened, “Xu Xining, be obedient.”

“To hell with obedience! I don’t even listen to my mom, why should I listen to you? What are you to me?!” Her rebellious spirit was fully provoked as she began stuffing her belongings into a large bag,

“I’d rather die out there, jump down from here, than live in your house!”

Whether it was her reaction or her words that infuriated him, Huo Ting grabbed her wrist.

Xu Xining struggled violently, only to have her grip tightened.

She had been practicing karate since childhood and was much stronger than the average girl, but Huo Ting’s hand was like a pair of iron tongs!

Xu Xining was pushed back step by step until her back was against the cold wall.

“Let go of me!” Xu Xining employed her secret move-kicking him below.

Huo Ting remained unmoved-human attacks felt as light as kitten scratches to him; even a world boxing champion couldn’t faze him, let alone a girl who weighed less than a hundred jin¹.

A melancholic dark light flashed in his eyes as he lifted his hands to pin Xu Xining’s wrists above her head and used his knee to immobilize her legs. Xu Xining felt like a mountain was pressing down on her limbs, the man’s tall figure casting a shadow that completely enveloped her.

Xu Xining shouted, “Huo Ting!”

His complexion was still that morbidly pale, like frost-covered marble or glazed porcelain, making his pupils appear even darker and deeper.

He was so close, almost cheek to cheek.

He stared into her eyes, “Wen Nansen doesn’t treat you like this, yet you don’t act this way with him. Have you always been this temperamental, or is it just with me?”

“Don’t compare him to Teacher Wen!” Xu Xining gritted her teeth, “He would never break into my house in the middle of the night… Ah.”

The girl’s eyes widened suddenly.

The man bowed his head to the side of her neck, his cold nose brushing against her skin, dark hair sweeping over her ear, his lips parting slightly to enclose her neck.

Xu Xining instinctively turned her head away, trying to escape, but this movement made it seem as if she was offering her vulnerable neck to his lips.

“Where do you think you’re kissing?!” Xu Xining shouted, embarrassed and angry.

Her heart pounded violently, blood rushing just beneath her thin skin.

His teeth enclosed her carotid artery, the scent of her blood seeping through her skin presented a deadly temptation, a pose most challenging for a vampire to resist, like fire to oil.

With just a gentle bite, her life would be entirely his.

“I had a… very long nightmare,” Huo Ting finally refrained from biting her.

He rested his head wearily on her shoulder, his eyelashes drooping, and his dark eyes burning with a deep, crimson fire.

“-Dreamed you died.”

The part of his life as a human, Huo Ting could no longer remember.

The earliest memory he could recall was his first embrace, his transformation into a vampire, naked and caged, surrounded by tall men in black coats, watching him coldly.

He felt intense pain throughout his body, as if he was being slowly tortured by a blade, making him want to scream in agony.

The people around him whispered:

“According to experience, he can only last three minutes.”

“After three minutes, drain his blood for the next one…”

“After thirteen rituals, the Holy Blood will be bearable.”

“No, why hasn’t he died yet…”

…

At that time, Huo Ting couldn’t understand their words, but he would later learn that the Blood Clan once had an emperor, Torhorde, who ruled over thunder and Divine Punishment, his blood known as Holy Blood.

Because the potency of the Holy Blood was too intense, ordinary vampires couldn’t bear it, so they would capture humans, transform them into vampires, and then inject them with Holy Blood until they died, repeating the process thirteen times.

The nobles could then accept the power of the ritual-washed Holy Blood.

However, Huo Ting refused to die. He endured the pain like being cut by knives and burned by fire, endured the tortures of hell-three minutes, five minutes, an hour, a full three days and nights…

His life treated as a mere sacrifice? Dream on!

Huo Ting survived the power of the Holy Blood, reborn as if from fire. When he finally stood, the cage shattered, the ground trembled, and thunder and flames, carrying his rage, descended from the sky, while others could only grovel at his feet.

His body carried the last vial of Holy Blood, making him the only Pure-blood Duke in the world today.

His blood was that of the noble Emperor Torhorde, and he would walk the earth in his stead, wielding Divine Punishment.

With thunder-like violence, he eradicated opposing forces, walked the thorny path, and ascended to the throne of the Blood Clan.

His life began with endless power, and so it would remain for the next two hundred years.

What no one knew was that, all the while, he was constantly tormented by the Holy Blood.

The immense power he possessed came with endless agony, like a thousand blades slicing through his body as tiny currents coursed through his veins every moment. When he summoned the thunder to sweep the battlefield, the same torment afflicted him. Outwardly, he appeared invincible, but inside, he was riddled with wounds.

As time passed, his power grew increasingly unstable, especially when his emotions ran high. He delved into ancient texts and discovered that Torhorde had perished in a cataclysmic thunderstorm. He realized that this too would be his fate.

-The one who commands the thunder is ultimately destined to be consumed by it.

That night was just another instance of losing control. Lightning danced across the sky as he stood over the Huai River, enduring the excruciating pain as if a thousand blades pierced his heart.

Until a blonde girl, like a lost little creature, walked alone onto the bridge. Curiously, in Huo Ting’s perception, there was no current around her. She was an absolute void, like the calm eye of a storm, the only insulator in a field of lightning.

But there is no such thing as a perfect insulator in this world. Air doesn’t normally conduct electricity, but with enough voltage, even air can be pierced, let alone a human body!

The girl seemed to sense something and turned her head. The wind lifted her long hair, revealing bright, beautiful eyes, like a startled deer caught in the hunter’s gaze, with a hint of moisture in them.

Huo Ting strode forward and embraced her. In that moment, the thunder ceased, and peace descended. The endless pain within him vanished abruptly.

For two hundred years, he experienced for the first time what it meant to be “pain-free.”

A soul steeped in suffering tasted sweetness for the first time, like a powerful beam of golden light piercing a monochrome world.

It was a feeling he never wanted to let go of.

His longing and attachment were misunderstood by Xu Xining as affection, but that didn’t matter. He deceived her, claiming it was love at first sight.

Xu Xining was a wonderful girlfriend-at least in the context of a relationship. She burst into his life with a whirlwind of energy, insisting he accompany her to the seaside. In the end, Huo Ting had to walk with her along the shore at night, only to be splashed with water by her in secret.

She fed him Strange Lemon Candy, eagerly watching his reaction, only to be disappointed when the Blood Clan couldn’t taste human food.

She said his home looked too empty, so she decorated the living room with lots of little yellow daisies, pink floppy-eared bunny slippers, matching cups, matching toothbrushes, and a whole assortment of random things cluttering his place.

No matter what she did, Huo Ting always said it was fine.

He was eccentric and arrogant, never having said “fine” to anyone so many times in his life.

He dared not mark her, dared not drink her blood, and didn’t even dare to go against her wishes… He didn’t know where her power came from and didn’t want to risk losing her.

Pleasing a girl was really quite troublesome.

But all these troubles were compensated for when he held her in his arms.

She would fall asleep nestled against him, her golden hair spilling over him like sunlight, a luxury only the Blood Clan could enjoy.

Huo Ting’s long-tense body gradually relaxed, the tiny currents within him smoothed out one by one.

Those nights were among the few moments of respite in Huo Ting’s long life. Like a lion finally feeling weary, he let down his guard, sitting in the darkness for hours, gazing at her face.

His body was quicker than his mind to be tamed by her presence; seeing her meant joy, leaving her meant pain. Unconsciously, his body equated her with the only remedy to escape his suffering.

Until one time, she cried softly in her sleep, waking up from a nightmare, instinctively clutching his clothes and calling out for Teacher Wen.

Huo Ting asked, “Who is Teacher Wen?”

Xu Xining blinked, as if recognizing him, awkwardly wiping away her tears and wriggling out of his embrace.

Huo Ting grabbed her ankle, pulling her back, pinning her wrists as he asked again, “Who is Teacher Wen?”

Strangely enough, even while holding her, he still felt the pain.

Xu Xining dodged the question, saying at one point he was a fortune teller who cursed her not to live past twenty-five, making her tear up at the thought. Another time, she said he was a turtle in a wishing well that not only failed to grant wishes but bit her, leaving a scar. Finally, she admitted, “Alright, alright, he’s my ex, but I don’t want to talk about him.”

The girl boldly turned over and continued sleeping, leaving Huo Ting helpless.

After a long while, Xu Xining suddenly moved closer, hugged him, and said, “Huo Ting, I’m sorry.”

Huo Ting didn’t understand why she apologized, but he soon found out.

-Xu Xining wanted to break up with him.

In Huo Ting’s life before her, he was the supreme ruler; no one dared to approach him, and no one dared to leave him without his consent.

And he clearly did not consent.

At first, the girl was patient, coaxing and deceiving, but eventually, she lost her temper, throwing a bank card at his face, saying, “To hell with you, I don’t care whether you agree or not!”

She left as abruptly as she had arrived, and only upon reflection did Huo Ting realize she loved too intensely, and true love doesn’t require such intensity.

He investigated Wen Nansen, but the man was meticulous; Huo Ting only gathered a few snippets, mostly overheard by passersby when the girl shouted too loudly during the breakup.

He was unwilling to accept it, yet Xu Xining quickly moved on with Xie Yi.

He visited Xie Yi late at night to warn him, but Xie Yi promptly sought his brother’s help.

After that, Huo Ting thought she was dead.

His world reverted to black and white; he returned to the vast Huo Mansion, where the empty house was left with unused couple slippers, couple cups, couple toothbrushes, and withered daisies.

He could have endured endless darkness, loneliness, and pain… if he had never met her.

Losing her felt like a nightmare, but now, with her heartbeat strong against his lips, it was as if the clouds parted, and the long nightmare finally came to an end.

…

Xu Xining’s crisp voice rang out, “…What does your dream have to do with me!”

With her angry outburst, a fiery red furball leaped from the top of the cabinet, pouncing onto Huo Ting’s neck like a brave secret agent and took a fierce bite!

Fox attack-!!

Xie Yi hadn’t intended to intervene, as he wasn’t the combative type and knew that a solo fight wouldn’t end well. Besides, Huo Ting, realizing he’d been brainwashed, held a deep grudge against him.

If they were to truly clash, it would be a fight to the death.

But at this moment, Xie Yi had reached his limit and could no longer hold back!

That bite was solid. Though Huo Ting was invulnerable, Xie Yi wasn’t to be underestimated either! Before becoming a playboy, he was a bona fide Demon King!

The sharp fox teeth pierced Huo Ting’s neck, and in the next moment, Huo Ting grasped the fox’s neck, sending a high-voltage current through its body.

Xu Xining shouted, “Good Man! Come here!”

Huo Ting was momentarily stunned, as it was clear that the only “man” in the room was him.

In the next moment, the electrocuted fox leaped into the girl’s arms. Xu Xining, like a skilled rugby player, lunged forward to catch it and then dashed for the exit.

…Who names their pet Good Man?!

Xu Xining reached the door and turned back, “Huo Ting, if you want my house so badly, you can have it! But let me tell you, I’ve got plenty of places to stay!”

She marched over to knock on Zhan Xingye’s door.

The door opened immediately, and Zhan Xingye pulled her inside, subtly positioning himself in front of her.

He had been on a mission and wasn’t supposed to return until morning, but an inexplicable sense of unease had driven him back just in time to see Xu Xining knocking.

The moment he pulled Xu Xining inside, he noticed the glaring red marks on her pale wrist, left by a grip that hadn’t yet faded.

Zhan Xingye lifted his lashes, meeting Huo Ting’s gaze coldly from the entryway, while the girl behind him loudly declared, “From now on, I’m living at your place!”

To be honest, her words were quite presumptuous, as if she belonged there by right. She sometimes remembered her resolve to maintain an “adult social distance” with Xingye, but in times of trouble, she forgot it completely.

In the first decade of her life, she had been almost inseparable from Zhan Xingye, spoiled by his limitless indulgence, developing a nearly pampered temperament.

Thanks to Old Xu’s upbringing, she was genuinely sincere and friendly to others, but when it came to Zhan Xingye, her old habits always resurfaced.

Because, after all, how could he not help her? He was Xingye!!!

Huo Ting glared at Zhan Xingye, “Do you dare?”

Zhan Xingye remained expressionless, “Why wouldn’t I dare?”

With a bang, he shut the door.

Once the door closed, Xu Xining’s fevered mind cooled a bit. She obediently leaned over to explain, “He bought my house and wants me to live with him. You don’t mind if I stay at your place for a couple of days, do you? I could go stay with Old Xu, but this happened so suddenly, I don’t know how to explain it…”

The moonlight outside cast a cold glow on the young man.

He lowered his dark lashes, hiding the emotions in his eyes, his thumb gently rubbing the red marks on her wrist.

“My home is your home,” Zhan Xingye said softly. “Stay as long as you like.”

On the surface, it appeared to be a cohabitation between a man and a woman.

In reality, it was a cohabitation involving two men and one woman…

Xu Xining was taking a shower while Zhan Xingye sat on the sofa with a cold expression. The fox in front of him curled up pitifully, its head resting on its tail, listlessly licking its scorched fur.

Just moments ago, he had bitten through Huo Ting’s neck. Huo Ting, truly angered, retaliated fiercely, almost electrocuting him to death. For a moment, Xie Yi thought his heart had stopped beating.

He used a distraction in front of Xu Xining while his actual body was charred black from the electricity.

Usually, Xie Yi enjoyed coaxing Xu Xining to take care of him; sometimes pretending he couldn’t eat, other times feigning a sprained ankle, or acting listless, then watching her tenderly hold him in her arms to comfort him, seizing the opportunity to lick her chin.

But being seriously injured, he couldn’t bear to let her see and risk her crying.

Now, Zhan Xingye couldn’t even lay a hand on Xie Yi; any slight move, and if the fox died, Xu Xining would suspect him first, and it would be hard to explain.

Zhan Xingye looked at him with a cold, deadly stare.

Xie Yi felt like he wanted to kill him with just his gaze…

Suddenly, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and the girl softly called out, “Xingye?”

Zhan Xingye walked over and stood outside the door, “Hmm?”

“I don’t have a towel,” Xu Xining said sheepishly.

Zhan Xingye realized he had overlooked something.

When Xu Xining had first found his place “bare and empty,” Zhan Xingye had hastily bought many household items, but since he didn’t actually use them, he inevitably missed a few.

“I can get you a clean shirt to use, is that okay?” he said.

He pulled out a pure cotton white T-shirt from the closet that he had never worn and took it to the bathroom.

His apartment was opposite Xu Xining’s, and both had similarly small bathrooms, now steaming and filled with the scent of her body wash.

As soon as Zhan Xingye pushed the door open, he froze.

The shower stall was made of frosted glass that only allowed the vague outlines of her well-proportioned body to be seen.

Yet, as she showered, she cheerfully drew Peppa Pig on the glass with her fingers…

The areas her fingers traced wiped away the steam, revealing glimpses of her body, her blonde hair casually tied up with a hairband, a few curly strands resting on her delicate collarbone.

Further down was her slim waist, which seemed small enough to grasp with one hand, her tiny navel, and her slender, pale ankles, even her wet toes blushing pink.

He mustn’t look, mustn’t look, mustn’t look… but he saw, every tendril saw!

It was over! He couldn’t forget what he saw, he might as well chop off his tendrils!

Damn it, why did he come in?!

Zhan Xingye threw the T-shirt down with the speed of tossing a grenade and fled, slamming into the bathroom door and knocking it off its hinges with a thunderous crash.

Boom-a sound that shook the heavens!

Xu Xining almost panicked and rushed out, “Did you fall? What a noise… Oh my, the door’s gone!”

What on earth was wrong with doors today?

Hastily, Xu Xining threw on the young man’s shirt, barefoot, and ran out, “Xingye, why aren’t you speaking, are you alright?”

Zhan Xingye was not particularly tall or sturdy, just lean. Yet, his clothes seemed far too large when worn by the girl, hanging loose and reaching down to her thighs… She wasn’t wearing any pants, revealing her slender, straight legs.

Xu Xining pressed him with question after question, while Zhan Xingye kept retreating step by step.

His gaze was stiff as he looked to the side, pointedly avoiding her eyes, until he was backed into a corner with nowhere else to go.

This was typical of Zhan Xingye since childhood. Often bullied by older students, whether he was beaten or his clothes deliberately dirtied and torn, he would hide it from her. Yet, he couldn’t lie, so he’d awkwardly avoid her gaze, stiffly staring at the bedside lamp as if trying to see a flower bloom from it.

Xu Xining, with a stern face, reached out her hand, “Where are you hurt? Let me see! Or else I’ll get angry!”

Her clothes were still damp, not bothering to dry them… The semi-wet white shirt clung to her body, driving one to madness.

Tentacles, eager to move, drew near every inch of her exposed skin, close enough to catch the warm scent emanating from her.

Around them were dark whispers that only Zhan Xingye could hear:

“So fragrant”

“Lemon-scented”

“A bit closer”

“Mine, mine, mine”

Drops of water trickled from her hair tips.

Before a drop could hit the ground, it was greedily slurped up by the tentacles, their suckers pulsating as they eagerly absorbed it.

Zhan Xingye closed his eyes, his Adam’s apple uncomfortably rolling, veins on the back of his hand subtly bulging.

It seemed she was determined today, hell-bent on his demise here.

Xu Xining: “No, why are you closing your eyes? Do they hurt?” The girl leaned in to check.

In a swift motion, Zhan Xingye grabbed a hoodie from the nearby wardrobe and threw it over her head like a sack.

Xu Xining: “?”

Zhan Xingye slightly lifted his eyelids, finding he could look her in the eye again.

With the girl now enveloped in the thick, soft hoodie, wearing the hood, only her small, pale face was visible, making her look adorable and safe.

It would have been better if she wore pants too.

Zhan Xingye then grabbed a pair of black sweatpants, forcefully making Xu Xining wear them while holding her with one arm.

Xu Xining kicked and screamed, “Are you crazy?! I don’t want to wear pants! Zhan Xingye, do you have a problem?! Are you trying to kill me with heat in the middle of summer?!! …and why are there socks too? Get lost!!!”

…

After a tumultuous episode that ended with Xu Xining violently stomping on Zhan Xingye a few times to subdue him.

Zhan Xingye gave her the only bed, indicating that he would sleep on the couch.

Xu Xining remembered that previously, the master bedroom in his house was locked. She had speculated that even though Xingye was poor and his home was nearly empty, he might still have filled a whole room with erotic books…

It seemed there was nothing to it after all.

Xu Xining climbed into bed, feeling sleepy, “Goodnight, Xingye.”

“Goodnight,” Zhan Xingye turned off the light for her.

Xu Xining was about to drift off to sleep when she suddenly remembered her phone wasn’t charging. Half-asleep, she fumbled around, turning on the bedside lamp with a lazy press. With her eyes nearly closed, she slowly found the charging cable, plugged it into the wall, and absentmindedly wiped her hands with a tissue before tossing it aside.

She did all this almost with her eyes shut, then flopped back onto the bed, suddenly a bit more awake.

Wait a minute, this isn’t her place. Did she just throw that tissue on the floor?

Xu Xining opened her eyes and realized that the tissue she had casually tossed landed perfectly in the wastebasket.

In the darkness, her eyes widened… The night lamp, the socket, the tissues, everything was positioned exactly where she would instinctively reach for them.

So if there was a glass of water by the bed, that would be perfect. Then she wouldn’t have to go to the kitchen if she woke up at night. Preferably one with a lid, to keep dust and bugs out.

Xu Xining stiffly turned her head to look beside her.

There it was!

A lidded cup of water on the bedside table!!

This master bedroom matched Xingye’s entire vibe-quiet and clean, so minimalistic it almost lacked life. The gray color scheme, the standing clothes rack, the sliding-door wardrobe, the sparse clutter, and the neatly organized clothes. The bed had a faint scent of soap, giving it an overly cold appearance at first glance, completely different from Xu Xining’s own vibrant, lively, and wildly growing bedroom style.

So why was she sleeping so comfortably here!?

That night, a massive thunderstorm rumbled over Sakura Street.

After Xu Xining fell asleep, Zhan Xingye calmly went out to confront Huo Ting, who was waiting for him.

Both were genuinely intent on killing each other, and they started fighting without a word, battling fiercely.

Xie Yi used the last of his power to cast a soundproof barrier around Xu Xining, then watched from the window, as if he were in a high-altitude observation deck on the twenty-eighth floor.

The sky was lit up by thunderbolts like heavenly fire, turning night into day.

Xie Yi watched, drawing in a sharp breath:

Damn, these two are lunatics.

On one side was the “undead” Blood Clan, who could only be killed by dismemberment, draining all their blood, filling them with mercury, and nailing their heart, head, and limbs with silver. On the other side was a relentless being with seemingly no weaknesses, not even flinching when losing a limb.

As lightning pierced the sky, briefly altering the atmosphere’s refractive index, Xie Yi could faintly see Zhan Xingye’s true form, looming over several rooftops like a mountain range.

Zhan Xingye could freely change his body’s density, compressing to the size of a regular human, or even smaller, fitting under a bottle cap, or expanding into a massive cloud-like entity.

With a light enough density, he could fly. Huo Ting flickered through the electric light, moving too fast to track, while Zhan Xingye pursued relentlessly, his coiled tendrils sprawling across the sky.

…It was a nightmarish scene.

As the fight dragged on, both began to lose control. Huo Ting, disregarding his own condition, forcibly summoned down a thunderbolt. The blinding light and massive shockwave descended from the sky, shaking the ground like an earthquake.

The electric light pierced through Zhan Xingye’s body, yet caused no harm. Instead, it flowed through him like water.

From his core to the tips of his tendrils, a pale blue light began to glow.

Amidst the endless lead-gray clouds, the enormous creature floating in the mist resembled a dream from the deep sea, emitting a pure blue luminescence.

At that moment, the eerie, otherworldly beauty of his form reached its peak-terrifying, immense, filled with an unknown oppressive force, yet stunningly beautiful, leaving one speechless.

That earth-shattering strike seemed to have fully charged Zhan Xingye, switching him from a power-saving mode to an ultra-combat mode.

“Zhan Xingye,” Huo Ting slowly pronounced his name, his brow furrowed, for the first time not dismissing but truly acknowledging his opponent, “What exactly are you?”

Xie Yi: Haha! Finally, someone else shares my curiosity!!

Their battle was so intense that it even startled Teacher Wen.

The Spirit’s spell, like vines spreading from the horizon, enveloped half the city to prevent their fight from affecting humans, and added three layers of shields around Xu Xining’s location.

Xie Yi, reassured, peacefully drifted off to sleep.

Zhan Xingye and Huo Ting fought fiercely throughout the night, but as dawn broke, they had to retreat.

The Blood Clan cannot be exposed to sunlight, and fighting during the day would be suicidal for Huo Ting. Zhan Xingye could have pursued him… but when Xu Xining wakes up, he needs to be at home.

A long-lasting torrential rain washed over the concrete jungle of the city.

Xu Xining saw the news: last night, Huai City experienced an unprecedented massive thunderstorm and a 3.5 magnitude earthquake. There were no casualties, but the power facilities were damaged, leaving three districts without electricity.

Sakura Street was, of course, included.

Xu Xining lamented, “How am I supposed to get downstairs? I’d have to climb 28 floors back up.”

Zhan Xingye calmly replied, “I’ll carry you down, and when you’re almost home, I’ll come down to carry you back up.”

Xu Xining protested, “Isn’t that a bit much?” Not using the elevator but using him instead?

Zhan Xingye looked at her silently, his eyes seemingly saying, “I’ve already helped you move house, what’s moving you too?”

Xu Xining waved her hands, “No, no, no, no, things are things, people are people. Having you carry me up and down feels like exploiting the working class like a rickshaw…”

Zhan Xingye showed an understanding expression and earnestly said, “You can lie on the bed, and I’ll carry you and the bed down together.”

Xu Xining: “…”

Darn, that’s even more exploitative!

Lying on the bed and having her servant carry her downstairs-what is she, Cleopatra?

Xu Xining decided to ask Teacher Wen for leave and leisurely started binge-watching shows and playing on her phone.

Yu Yuanyuan sent a message: [Shocking gossip! Someone wants to buy Pianyu Media!!]

Lock Heart and Love: [Tell me more.]

[It’s all over the company! Someone offered 80 billion to acquire Pianyu Media, and they’re in a hurry, demanding all shares be transferred within three days.]

[80 billion? Who’s this big spender?] Xu Xining did some mental math, [Buying our company for 10 billion would be enough, right?]

[That’s not the most crucial part! The key is that the boss actually refused!]

Xu Xining was greatly shocked: [There are fools every year, but this year there are especially many.]

[I even overheard Director Rong’s phone call.]

[You’re really all in on the company gossip.]

[Apparently, the true owner behind our company is the big boss above the big boss, the one above Xinghe Cultural Media, which is Tianmu Group’s big boss. The big boss not only refused to sell but also sent the other party’s lawyer packing, saying it’s not about the price, no matter how much they offer.] Yu Yuanyuan said.

[The big boss really loves us deeply…]

Yu Yuanyuan was once again letting loose online: “But, that’s not the main point. The main point is I saw Wei Lun’s secretary, the one coming to buy the company. Those legs, that curve-so handsome I can’t even keep my legs together…”

Xu Xining: …

Wei Lun’s secretary?!

Isn’t that Huo Ting’s secretary?!

What is this! Buying her house wasn’t enough, now they want to buy the company too!!!

Thank goodness, thank goodness that unknown big boss resisted the temptation of eight billion, otherwise she’d be homeless and jobless.

Suddenly, Xu Xining was invigorated, leaping from her slacker state, startling Zhan Xingye.

The girl hurriedly packed her things, loudly declaring, “I love going to work! I want to work!”

Zhan Xingye: “Why?”

Xu Xining patted his shoulder, her face serious and determined: “For the sake of that unknown big boss, I’m willing to dedicate my body and soul-I’ll make our company big and strong, worth eight billion!”

What’s 28 floors?! She’ll run down them!

Xu Xining went to work as if she were on a caffeine high, but she severely overestimated her stamina after a full day at work.

At six in the evening, the hungry girl hung like a limp fish on the 15th-floor railing, calling out on WeChat: “Xingye…”

The enclosed stairwell amplified every sound, and the sound of running footsteps echoed from above, growing louder and closer.

Xu Xining squinted up, the setting sun streaming through the windows, painting the stairwell in rosy hues.

Two minutes later, the young man leaped down the last few steps, turning the corner, his profile illuminated by golden light, highlighting the strands of hair on his forehead.

Xu Xining suddenly remembered when she was a child; every time before climbing a mountain, she’d confidently declare she’d do it herself, but halfway through, she’d start slacking off.

It wasn’t that she couldn’t climb, she just had a three-minute enthusiasm, losing interest and not wanting to continue. Every time, she’d avoid Old Xu’s gaze, secretly tugging on Zhan Xingye’s sleeve, softly calling him, “Xingye…”

The young man walked down from above, his tall figure gradually merging with the image of the awkward boy from years ago.

He crouched in front of her, just like before, extending his hands behind him, softly saying, “Come.”

Two days later, Xu Xining was on camera for the first time as a reporter.

Since it was her debut, the interview was light and enjoyable. On Qingxiu Avenue, there was going to be a folk culture parade with the theme of worshiping the river god, and Xu Xining was to interview the participants and the onlookers.

Out of love for the big boss and the small goal of eight billion, Xu Xining put on light makeup, pairing it with a light-colored top and a bright red pleated skirt themed around the river god festival, a water-green hairpin holding her blonde hair up, revealing her slender, fair neck.

The girl smiled confidently at the camera: “This folk event of worshiping the river god is divided into three parts, lasting an hour and a half. What we’re seeing now is the first part, the parade…”

Suddenly, a commotion arose from the crowd behind her.

Snippets of conversation reached her ears, apparently, a man was confessing his love and got rejected, with people around him jeering and booing.

Xu Xining continued, “On top of the parade float, people are scattering bright red bignonia petals along the roadside. These petals signify blessings…”

The crowd began to exclaim in shock!

Someone screamed, “There’s a fight! This is serious! Someone help!”

Xu Xining turned to look.

A man by the roadside, having been rejected, was furiously throwing roses at a woman, hitting her face and body, and then slamming her against the wall by her collar.

Suddenly, Xu Xining handed the microphone to the cameraman and turned to leave.

The cameraman was puzzled: “?”

After slapping the woman twice, the man was restrained by bystanders. As people tried to calm him, he, a trained fighter, threw a punch that forced the bystanders to step back repeatedly.

“Who else dares to stop me?” The man loosened his neck and looked down at the woman condescendingly, “Ungrateful, aren’t you? Calling me delusional? Do you know who you’re talking to?”

He grabbed the woman’s hair, about to hit her again, when a delicate hand caught his wrist.

Annoyed, the man turned his head only to be stunned by the sight of a blonde girl.

The next moment, Xu Xining delivered a series of punches: one to the face, another to the chest, and a third to the abdomen.

Her stamina might have been lacking, but her explosive power was at its peak.

Her fists were small, but the impact was tremendous.

The man staggered back in pain, his anger boiling over, he cursed, “Where the hell did you come from…” as he moved forward to grab her, aiming for her neck.

The girl swiftly ducked, eluding his grasp. He only caught a handful of flowing blonde hair, and the blue hairpins tinkled as they fell to the ground, the blonde locks cascading like a waterfall.

Between the strands of hair, Xu Xining coldly lifted her eyelids, her bright eyes shimmering.

In the next moment, she gracefully swept past his side, stepping on a nearby trash can to jump up! She was originally shorter than the man, but now she towered over him by half a body length!

Xu Xining pointed her toes against the wall, twisted her waist to gather strength, and spun 360 degrees in the air, delivering a stunning roundhouse kick that sent the man flying backwards onto his back!

The girl landed lightly, followed by the man’s heavy fall, his nose broken and his face bloody.

Xu Xining stood up, dusted off her clothes, approached him, and coldly said, “Does hitting a woman make you feel powerful?”

“-You have to be able to beat them first.”

The woman was already being helped up by passersby, who were asking if she was okay.

Xu Xining breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and found the cameraman pointing the camera right at her face.

Xu Xining: “…” Darn it, why are you filming me instead of the parade?!

The cameraman looked innocent: “…” Darn it, my job is to follow you! What are you running off for?!

Xu Xining and the cameraman faced each other, both feeling they had made a major mistake.

What they didn’t anticipate was that twenty minutes later, Pianyu Media’s live newsroom online viewership soared to five million, and the topic surged to the top of the trending searches:

Huanyu Group Heir Brawls in Public and Gets Beaten

Who Is the Blonde Journalist?

“You have to be able to beat them first”

girls help girls

An hour later, the top trending topic was:

Xu Xining

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