Lin Qianqian was ecstatic inside, as if she had secretly tasted forbidden fruit.
The “thrill” and “pleasure” of getting away with something wrong swept through her body like an electric current…
She could barely contain the urge to burst out laughing.
But on the surface, she looked utterly heartbroken, as if Sun Yanran had shoved her hand away and humiliated her in public.
Her stunningly beautiful face was now etched with sorrow, like a delicate flower battered by a storm—pitiful and alluring.
Especially those big, watery eyes, like a startled fawn’s, with tears welling up in them, yet she stubbornly refused to let them fall!
This pitiful sight could soften even the hardest of hearts into a pool of spring water!
Not to mention Zhou Jin and the inner disciples.
This…
What man could resist such a tempting sight?
Even a saint would be moved!
With a tearful, sweet, and crisp voice that carried a heart-wrenching reluctance and a barely perceptible hint of accusation, she said:
“Senior Sister, please don’t be angry!
Although in the past, I followed your requirements every day…
You told me that Master prefers women who wear thick makeup, saying that the rich fragrance pleases him most, and made me put on heavy makeup before appearing before others.
If I didn’t, you would scold me and threaten to break ties with me if I refused to wear thick makeup. But now I…”
She paused, as if mustering all her strength, her voice becoming choked with sobs;
“I am no longer Murong Mo’s Direct Disciple, and I have also come to hate him—I no longer like him.
Yet you still want me to wear that thick makeup?
When I disagreed just now, you actually scolded me in front of so many people?”
She raised her head, looking at Sun Yanran through tear-filled eyes, seemingly full of confusion and disappointment;
“Besides, even if I’m no longer Murong Mo’s Direct Disciple, I’m still the daughter of the Mystic Sword Sect’s Sect Master, aren’t I?
How can you completely disregard my father?
If that’s the case, then I’ll do as you wish—if you want to break ties, then so be it!
Anyway, I don’t want to wear that thick makeup anymore! Wuwuwu…”
The more she spoke, the sadder she became, tears rolling down like beads from a broken string, until finally she couldn’t hold back and burst into loud sobs.
Her shoulders heaved up and down like a wounded fawn, making onlookers even more sympathetic, wishing they could pull her into their arms and comfort her.
Zhou Jin was secretly shocked:
“I never imagined that Second Senior Sister, whom I’ve been with day and night, could be so vicious?
She usually acts so innocent, yet behind the scenes she does such despicable things. Truly, you can know a person’s face but not their heart!”
The surrounding inner disciples also buzzed with discussion, their voices growing louder like a boiling pot:
“Heavens! Second Senior Sister is actually like this? She always seemed so gentle!”
“Yeah, I thought she was a nice person too. She often distributed Spirit Fruits and pills to us, very generous! I never expected her to be so vicious!”
“Second Senior Sister is this evil? And we only found out now? She usually helps the junior brothers and sisters all the time, with great popularity!”
“Truly, you can’t judge a person’s heart by their appearance. Second Senior Sister hid it too well! So fake!”
“All that kindness we showed her before, treating her like family! We were truly blind!”
“So my second senior sister is actually such a vicious woman?
This is simply unbelievable!
She usually puts on such a good act—everyone was fooled by her! Who knows what else she’s been hiding from us!”
The moment Sun Yanran heard this, her face turned deathly pale in an instant, as if she’d been struck by lightning. Her delicate body trembled, like a white lotus battered by a violent storm, wilting and losing all color.
She stood frozen in place, her whole body stiff. It took a long while before she came back to her senses.
She hurriedly ran up to Zhou Jin, trying to explain and salvage this extremely unfavorable situation, secretly frantic with anxiety.
What she had intended to say in her heart was:
“Senior Brother, don’t listen to Lin Qianqian’s nonsense—she’s framing me, deliberately smearing and setting me up!
I am a pure white lotus—how could I possibly do something like that? Senior Brother, you must believe me!”
But the moment she opened her mouth, it was as if she’d been possessed by some evil spirit, and she couldn’t control the secrets she had deeply hidden in her heart all along!
The words she normally wouldn’t dare speak even in her dreams now came surging out like a bursting dam, as she loudly proclaimed:
“Zhou Jin, you bastard! What kind of expression is that? Did I give you face or what?
You dare stare at me with those doubting eyes?
Originally!
I was going to, considering that you have a face like a jade crown, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and a noble bearing—and that you’re my senior brother…
Take pity on you and let you be my ninth husband.
At least that way you wouldn’t have to spend this life lonely and miserable, never finding a cultivation partner, staying a bachelor, a pitiful wretch dying alone!
I was doing this out of pity for you, understand?
And yet you don’t appreciate the face I gave you?
You even dare stare at me with those eyes that make my blood boil?
Are you courting death?
Fine!
Very well!
I’m now revoking your qualification to be my ninth husband!
Get out of my sight!
From now on, our bond is severed—men marry, women wed, and we have nothing to do with each other! I never want to see you again—get lost!”