Chapter 48: The Old Demon of Hehuan

The next day.

In the president’s office of Splendid Beauty Group.

Lin Weiwei, dressed in a sleek office suit with her hair cascading down, was engrossed in paperwork.

“Why are you here?” she asked, glancing up at the man standing before her desk.

He gave her a wicked smile, walked over, and lifted her delicate chin, gazing into her beautiful eyes.

“Do you want this company?”

Lin Weiwei brushed his hand away and continued signing documents. “What do you mean?”

He replied, “He’s going to die soon. When that happens, take over his assets. I won’t allow my woman to work for someone else.”

“He’s my sister’s man,” Lin Weiwei said.

“If he insists on going against me, then fate has already determined his end,” the man scoffed coldly.

“Can’t you spare him?” Lin Weiwei put down her pen.

“If he hadn’t done what he did, perhaps there’d be a sliver of hope. Now, it’s out of my hands,” he answered.

Lin Weiwei suddenly stood up. “You mustn’t harm him!”

He sighed, “I told you, this is no longer my decision. Someone powerful wants him dead; he has no choice.”

“My sister will be safe, won’t she?” Lin Weiwei accepted the reality. Her boyfriend’s mention of a ‘big shot’ referred to someone truly formidable—the lord of Blue Star. No one could provoke him. All she could do was mourn for Lin Yuan.

“Don’t worry. Your sister possesses the pure Yin of the five elements; the master won’t harm her.”

With that, Yi Chongwen flashed a mischievous smile, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pressed her against the desk, claiming her lips in a passionate kiss.

“Mmm…” Lin Weiwei clung to his neck, and the two indulged in their ardor atop the desk.

Half an hour later, as their passion reached its peak, Lin Weiwei’s phone rang.

Yi Chongwen glanced at it—it was Lin Yuan calling.

He answered, switching on the speakerphone.

The unmistakable sounds of their intimacy echoed loudly through the line.

“Weiwei?” Lin Yuan called.

“Lin Yuan… ah!” Lin Weiwei tried to speak, but couldn’t; Yi Chongwen was relentless in his teasing.

Yi Chongwen chuckled, “Lin Yuan, if you have something to say, go ahead. We’re a bit occupied.”

Lin Yuan fell silent for a moment before hanging up.

…

On Lin Yuan’s end, he was preparing to repair his flying sword but lacked some materials.

He’d wanted to reach out to Lin Weiwei, but she was…

“Forget it, I’ll ask Sister Dai’er instead.” For some reason, Lin Yuan felt a pang of distress.

He’d always been tempted by Lin Weiwei’s beautiful legs, and now he’d overheard her in the throes of passion. To say he wasn’t sad would be a lie.

“Hello, Sister Dai’er, are you free?”

“Little brother, what’s happened?” Xiao Dai’er’s voice trembled, hinting at tears.

“Sister Dai’er, what’s wrong?” Lin Yuan asked anxiously.

“It’s nothing,” Xiao Dai’er replied, unwilling to elaborate. She’d just received another call from Xiao Bing.

Her destiny was already sealed. Perhaps no one could help her.

Seeing her so upset, Lin Yuan couldn’t bring himself to press further; he offered some comfort before ending the call.

A while later, Lin Weiwei called back.

“Lin Yuan, I’m sorry. I was… playing poker with him, so… Anyway, I apologize.”

“It’s fine,” Lin Yuan replied with a bitter smile.

After hanging up, as he was pondering, a mysterious call came through.

“Lin Yuan, don’t worry about me!” Han Ling’s voice sounded from the phone.

“Hehehe, Lin Yuan, you have one minute to get to the West Mountain Mine, or else—hmph!”

Lin Yuan was stunned. He hung up and rushed out immediately.

…

West Mountain Mine.

Han Ling was bound and suspended over a mine shaft.

Around her stood many men in black, all martial artists, highly skilled and armed.

Lin Yuan arrived swiftly. “Let her go!”

“Lin Yuan, run! Run! They’ve implanted a bomb inside me!” Han Ling screamed in despair.

“What?” Lin Yuan’s face darkened, his aura surging to late Earth-tier.

“What a powerful presence!” The men in black were shocked.

“Start the countdown! He’s an Earth-tier expert. Damn, our intel was wrong!” the leader shouted.

“Yes, boss!” The subordinate immediately initiated the timer.

“No!” Lin Yuan, like a madman, dashed forward and caught Han Ling in his arms.

“Lin Yuan, go…” Han Ling’s tears poured forth as she struggled desperately.

“When I die, take me home…”

“Farewell!”

Boom!!!

The bomb inside her detonated. She pushed with all her strength.

But she failed to push Lin Yuan away.

She cried, “I love you, Lin Yuan!”

Boom!!!

Both were swallowed by the blaze, falling into the bottomless shaft.

…

Time flew by.

A month passed.

Lin Shanshan learned from her sister that Lin Yuan was dead.

From then on, she became listless, locking herself away in her room every day.

Wu Fan had arrived in Binhai for his concert.

Zhou Xiaoyu was busy as well.

“Shanshan, could you help me tonight?”

She called Lin Shanshan.

“What is it?” Lin Shanshan replied weakly, looking haggard.

“Shanshan, pull yourself together,” Zhou Xiaoyu was worried about her dear friend.

“I’m fine. What do you need?”

“Well, I’m planning to gift myself to Brother Wu Fan tonight. Could you help me? I’m at the hotel, come over.”

“Alright.” Lin Shanshan followed the address to the hotel.

Upon arrival, she found Zhou Xiaoyu completely unclothed, lying inside a giant gift box.

“Shanshan, quickly pack me up. Brother Wu Fan will be here soon,” Zhou Xiaoyu said with a smile.

Tonight, she would give up her purity.

Youth should be without regrets.

Lin Shanshan nodded numbly, helped her pack, and left.

Half an hour later, Wu Fan arrived.

He opened the gift box in delight, and upon seeing the innocent lamb inside, his eyes widened.

Then he pounced, indulging himself madly.

…

“Hick, I miss you so much.”

Walking down the street, she was lost, recalling her days with Lin Yuan—joy and sorrow mingling in her heart.

“Hello, sister?” she suddenly answered a call.

“Get ready, we’re attending the Xiao family wedding soon,” Lin Weiwei said.

Thanks to her boyfriend’s status, she was naturally invited.

“Is Xiao Dai’er marrying Xiao Bing?” Lin Shanshan asked.

“Yes,” Lin Weiwei replied.

…

Seven days later.

Two pristine white sheets arrived at the headquarters of the Beauty Hunters.

“Master, this is the primordial Yin of the extreme water element, along with her photograph,” a subordinate presented a photo—Zhou Xiaoyu’s nude.

“And this is the primordial Yin of the extreme metal element,” another handed over Xiao Dai’er’s.

These two sheets represented the purity of both girls.

Yet their pure blood was sent to the leader of the Beauty Hunters, the Demon of Joy.

“Excellent. I now possess four of the five elements. Next, I shall ascend to the Heaven-tier, the Golden Core stage. During this period, have Lin Jing attend to me; no one else is to disturb!”

“Yes, boss!”