At the Beginning, The Villain Went for the Saintess, and the Protagonist Lost His Cool! - Chapter 46:
Chapter 46: Witnessed with His Own Eyes, Lin Xiuran Breaks Down!:
Late at night, Lin Xiuran stealthily arrived at the location Xue Zhi’er had mentioned.
As he approached, a voice as old as time echoed in his mind, “Xiao Lin, while my aura-concealing technique is extraordinary, the Holy Son is backed by formidable elders. Be extremely cautious.”
Lin Xiuran nodded silently, replying inwardly, “Don’t worry, Master.”
He continued moving stealthily for a while longer until he spotted a familiar figure in the distance. The man stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in luxurious robes. It was none other than Su Mo, the current Holy Son.
Lin Xiuran’s pupils constricted, and a faint trace of anger flickered across his face. Just seeing that face brought back memories of the humiliation Su Mo had inflicted on him. The hatred he felt was overwhelming. Someday, he vowed, Su Mo’s head would roll at his feet.
However, he didn’t yet see any sign of Leng Yue, which made him breathe a quiet sigh of relief.
“Perhaps Xue Zhi’er was mistaken. Yue’er would never…”
Before Lin Xiuran could finish his thought, a figure in a snow-white dress appeared, descending gracefully from the sky. Her hair was elegantly styled, and she exuded an ethereal aura, carrying a jade flute in her hand. It was clear she had taken great care in her appearance before meeting the Holy Son.
Lin Xiuran’s face changed drastically as he recognized the woman—it was none other than Leng Yue, his Yue’er!
His mind went blank, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Could what Xue Zhi’er said about them embracing and kissing… really be true?
Leng Yue landed lightly, as if a celestial being gracing the mortal realm, standing beside Su Mo. Maintaining her usual composure, she said in a cool tone, “It’s been less than a day since we parted. Why have you called me here, young master?”
Su Mo smiled and immediately pulled Leng Yue into his arms. “It’s only been a few hours, but I already missed you,” he said.
Leng Yue blushed slightly but didn’t resist. Embarrassed by his straightforward words, she replied faintly, “Young master, please show some restraint.”
Su Mo laughed heartily and said, “I love how proper you are. Tonight, the moonlight is beautiful—join me for some wine!”
Drinking wine under the moonlight was a pastime the two had shared countless times by now. Leng Yue had grown used to it. She nodded slightly and sat naturally on a jade chair, raising a cup of fine wine to her lips.
Su Mo joined her, drinking with ease. The gentle breeze added a poetic charm to the scene.
But in stark contrast to this tranquil atmosphere was Lin Xiuran, hidden in the shadows, observing every move. He trembled with anger, his teeth clenched tightly.
“Young master? She calls that despicable Holy Son ‘young master’? Jiang Lengyue, you shameless woman! You pair of dogs! How dare you betray me like this?!”
Lin Xiuran was nearly driven mad. The woman he cherished was meeting with his mortal enemy, the Holy Son. Even worse, she willingly fell into Su Mo’s embrace, calling him “young master” with such intimacy.
The pain of betrayal was worse than death.
What enraged him even more was that, despite knowing Leng Yue for so long, he had never been able to hold her hand or even give her a hug—she always avoided him. Yet now, she let Su Mo touch her freely, without hesitation.
This humiliation was worse than a slap in the face.
Lin Xiuran’s eyes turned bloodshot as anger consumed him, eroding his sanity.
At this moment, Su Mo, with a gentle smile, said, “The moonlight is beautiful, but you are even more enchanting. The wine is fragrant, but not as intoxicating as you.”
Hearing this, Leng Yue’s face turned even redder, her shyness evident.
Su Mo raised his wine cup and gently intertwined his arm with hers. “A toast to you,” he said.
Leng Yue’s blush deepened as she rolled her eyes slightly. “Young master, isn’t this just a cross-cupped toast?” she murmured.
Still, the cup was already at her lips, and she could only drink it, her face glowing with embarrassment.
Seeing this, Su Mo teased her. “You’ve had your drink. What about mine?”
Leng Yue hesitated for a moment, then gracefully lifted a cup of wine with her delicate hand, bringing it to Su Mo’s lips. In a soft voice, she said, “Young master, please drink.”
Su Mo drank it in one gulp, thoroughly pleased.
The scene of the moonlight, fine wine, and the couple’s deepening affection was a picture of perfection.
Then, in a moment of heightened intimacy, Su Mo pulled Leng Yue into his arms. Their foreheads touched as they gazed into each other’s eyes, their desire growing.
Su Mo leaned in and kissed her. Leng Yue didn’t resist. She closed her eyes and responded to him.
At that moment, the world seemed to spin, as if heaven and earth were reversed.
“Shameless! Shameless! How could she betray me like this?!”
Lin Xiuran clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh. Rage boiled within him, and a surge of blood rushed to his head as he watched the pair kiss passionately after sharing their cross-cupped toast.
“Traitor!” he roared internally, his mind collapsing as he saw Leng Yue’s expression—one of enjoyment, tinged with coy reluctance. When Su Mo’s hand began to roam freely, Lin Xiuran’s vision nearly turned black from fury.
He could barely contain his aura, which threatened to burst forth.
Lin Xiuran’s rage was uncontrollable. He wanted nothing more than to storm out and kill the two of them, slicing them into a thousand pieces.
Sensing Lin Xiuran’s turbulent emotions, the elder within his ring urgently warned, “Xiao Lin! Control your aura! Don’t expose yourself now. If you alert those old monsters behind the Holy Son, your life will be in danger!”
But how could Lin Xiuran endure such humiliation? His fury broke through his control, and a sliver of his aura leaked out.
Far away, as Su Mo kissed Leng Yue, his lips curved into a playful smile. He had noticed Lin Xiuran’s arrival the moment he appeared, but now, with such obvious exposure, it would be strange not to react.
Su Mo lifted his head, breaking the kiss, and stood up. His gaze swept toward the direction of the disturbance.
At the same time, within the Absolute Void Holy Land, terrifying auras began to stir.
The elder within Lin Xiuran’s ring panicked. “This is bad! Run!”
Without waiting for Lin Xiuran’s consent, the elder forcibly took control, pulling the enraged and half-mad Lin Xiuran away.
Meanwhile, Leng Yue slowly opened her eyes, puzzled. “Young master, what’s wrong?” she asked. She was confused as to why Su Mo had stopped kissing her so suddenly.
Su Mo chuckled and pinched her cheek lightly. “Let’s go. We can’t really use the heavens as our blanket and the earth as our bed, can we? What if someone sees us?”
Leng Yue blushed deeply. Her emotions were stirred tonight, and she had even started to anticipate indulging herself with Su Mo.
“Alright,” she replied softly, her head bowed in shyness.
With one arm around Leng Yue, Su Mo carried her back to his quarters.
That night, what happened was beyond description… a tale that could not be shared with others.
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