Chapter Seventy-Four: Engagement

  In the darkness, Tian Yu Rain only felt the clear and refreshing aura on the man's body slowly dissipating, and with it came wave after wave of turmoil that pushed him to that critical point.

  His voice lost its usual calmness, he lowered his body to stubbornly lift her small chin, in the dim space where only each other's faces could be seen, his dazzling green eyes locked tightly onto hers, making her unable to move. "Jiuzi, since you can't see my gentleness and don't need it, from now on, I won't be the brother you imagine me to be."

  "If waiting will only make me lose you, then I won't wait anymore. I am not your brother, and from now on, never will be."

  Before she could react, his cool lips, carrying the scent of clear spring water, were pressed against her smooth forehead.

  After a light kiss, his lips gently rubbed the spot where the kiss was, and at the bottom of his dark green eyes, a wave of deep affection surged up, "Zhōu zhōu, are you ready to accept the love I give you?"

  He held her slender waist with one hand, pulling the almost rigid her tightly into his arms, resting his chin on her hair, savoring the warmth of this moment.

  There were sighs coming from above, confusing her eyes and making her bewildered. "Zhōu zhōu, don't escape, don't think of escaping from me, I will give you all my love, everything."

  His emerald eyes exuded a menacing aura, his Apollo-like face hardened to the point of being oppressive. "Don't say you don't love me again, I don't want to hear it. We'll get engaged next month, and I'll take care of everything for you, so don't worry!"

  After saying this domineering sentence, Situ Shangxuan let go of her, who was still stiff in place, and opened the door without looking back, stepping out.

  She knew the daylight outside the window, as long as she pulled open the curtains, she could reach out and touch that warmth. A little light from the doorway seeped in, but she was suffocating, squatting down, burying her head between her knees, not daring to lift it up.

  She didn't know what was wrong, what was wrong after all?

  How could so many things happen in one day, and how could two people say the same thing to her? And how could her brother Shangxuan become like this?

  He was no longer the Shang Xuan brother in her memory.

  The Hai Tian Villa, the sparkling sea sways with its original vitality, outside the water is a green mountain, and outside the green mountain is an endless forest of trees and flowers. This land is warm and nourished, and how many warm scenes have been irrigated to bloom everywhere.

  Three Mercedes-Benz and one Rolls-Royce were waiting at the scene, Hao Lianpeng stood with his hands behind his back, expressionless in front of the Rolls-Royce door, behind him were more than a dozen black-clad bodyguards who were all killers from the gang.

  Ye Shengge's Audi screeched to a halt, shooting out sparks, and as soon as the door opened, he casually tossed the keys to the butler standing beside him.

  Striding towards Hao Lianpeng with large steps, the evil and charming gaze contained not only caution but also seriousness, "Has that old ghost made a move? Has he investigated how many people he has sent?"

  Hao Lian'gu opened the passenger door respectfully, and Ye Shengge stepped in with one foot.

  "According to the subordinate's estimate, he shouldn't have brought many people, only a few bodyguards by his side. Specifically -" Hao Lianhe's expression was somewhat unpleasant, "the subordinate was unable to investigate."

  Hao Lianju made a gesture to the bodyguards behind him, and everyone quickly rushed into the car.

  Hao Lianhui got into the car, and Ye Shengge said to the driver beside him, "Guanyin Mountain, a half-hour drive takes me an hour. If it can't be driven in an hour, just circle back around the original place."

  The driver was puzzled, but still followed the instructions and drove his car with concentration. As the Rolls-Royce moved, the Mercedes-Benz behind it followed closely.

  Hao Lianhuan was puzzled, but Ye Shengge had a sly smile on his lips. "After what happened last time, the old ghost may not dare to make a move easily, but he must have put in a lot of effort behind the scenes. Since he thinks so highly of me, I'll let his faith be completely shattered!"

  Hao Lianyu pondered for a moment, and a hint of a smile appeared on his expressionless face, with reverence and admiration in his eyes. "Young Master is wise!"

  The car window was wide open, Ye Shengge's elbow rested on the windowsill, outside the window was a road lined with tall trees, rushing past, the car body, splashing up a cloud of dust, rising high into the air.

  His eyes were profound, with no discernible emotions, his gaze seemed to have traversed somewhere and landed on some unknown object. With one hand rubbing the spot where his temples should be, his thin lips parted, his voice as faint as water, "Since the old ghost wants to play me, I'll play along till the end!"

  Guanyin Mountain (the Guanyin Mountain here is purely fictional), as the name suggests, is the dojo of Guanyin Laozu, the mother of Bodhisattva Guanyin.

  The two characters "Guanyin" symbolize mercy, kindness, loyalty and other noble sentiments. And Guanyin Mountain does not disappoint people's expectations, its majestic momentum is towering, the scenery is strange and beautiful, and there are thousands of years old pine trees standing on the top of the mountain, their tall and straight posture adds a bit of majesty to Guanyin Mountain.

  The driver indeed drove for a whole hour and circled twice according to Ye Shengge's request before arriving at the foot of Guanyin Mountain.

  Ye Sheng opened the car door and looked at the rugged mountain road on Guanyin Mountain, then glanced at the cable car beside him and smiled at Hao Lianmeng: "Lianmeng, are you tired?"

  Hao Lianyu's handsome face flashed a hint of confusion, and he replied: "Not tired!"

  Ye Shengge smiled contentedly and nodded her lips, laughing silently, "Since you're not tired either, then let's make that old ghost wait for another half an hour!"

  Hao Lianyu couldn't help but reveal a smile, secretly swallowing his sly expression, "Yes, Young Master!"

  As a result, Ye Shengge was followed by Hao Lianyuan, and Hao Lianyuan was followed by more than a dozen black-clad bodyguards. The group walked slowly up the uneven mountain road with ease.

  The telescope on top of the mountain was monitoring the situation at the foot of the mountain, and when Ye Shengge and his party appeared at the foot of the mountain, there were already subordinates going to report.

  A small temple-like house built on the top of Guanyin Mountain

  Inside the hall, it was quiet and solemn. A middle-aged man with a scar on his face listened to the report from his subordinate, his already eerie and frightening face turned red with rage, and he slammed his palm heavily on the table in front of him. "This Ye Shengge kid, clearly doesn't put me in his eyes?"

  His subordinates hastened to flatter and fawn, "Right, right, the boss is absolutely right! Ye Shengge is simply asking for a beating!"

  "Shut up!"

  The man known as the boss shouted, "Ye Shengge? You dare to call out Ye Shengge's name? He is the young master of the Dragon Gang, and now that Dragon Four is almost gone, do you know what it means for him to be gone? Ye Shengge will be the next leader of the Dragon Gang! What are you, not even worthy of my attention, let alone his?"

  "Yes, yes, yes, Master said that, I am nothing." The subordinate's forehead broke out in cold sweat, repeatedly responding.

  Half an hour later, Ye Shengge finally arrived at the temple hut on the top of the mountain. On the front hall was a couplet: One flower one world, one tree one Bodhi.

  Ye Shengge's serious face dissipated, and with a playful smile, he walked into the main hall. At a glance, he saw the man above him, "Ghost Grandfather, I'm really sorry, something happened on the way, and it was delayed."

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