"If there has to be someone who dies in utter humiliation in this world, why can’t that person have the last name Misaka?" Tears streamed down, splashing onto her hands, as Yuanfei Yuluo murmured resentfully. "Misaka Chogang, everything my mother suffered, I want the Misaka Family to pay back a thousandfold!" Insincere kindness, what does it count for?! Was my mother just a dog raised by the Misaka Family, tossed out when you grew tired of her, left to beg on the streets to please those mongrels? And just because of your so-called ’conscience,’ when you came across the bastard child that dog gave birth to, your faces betrayed a hypocritical pity, thinking it could atone for the sins you’ve committed? "Misaka Tsuchiemon, I don’t need your hypocritical act, having Li Zheng protect me is the most incorrect decision of your life!" Wiping away her tears, Yuanfei Yuluo stood up, tidied her appearance with the sleeve, as if she had made a firm decision. She descended the stairs, step by step, slow enough for her kimono to gradually slip away. When she reached the first floor, she saw Li Zheng practicing sword skills. The technique bore traces of the Yagyu Daoist School, but Li Zheng had made improvements. Sword skill... or Martial Arts, are the things that reveal their issues the more you practice. Though Li Zheng was not highly talented in martial arts, with extensive exposure to various skills and mastery over time, he had developed his insights in martial arts. To be honest, he did not want to practice the sword techniques specialized in the Sword Book drawn from Yuanfei Yuluo’s memories. Because whenever he practiced those techniques, for a long time, he would see scenes before him that didn’t belong to his memory. They were unclear, but the content of those scenes evoked a natural repulsion within him. Thus, he had forcefully modified those sword techniques, forming his own style, and extricated himself from that state to practice sword skills peacefully. Spinning around, a downward slash! The Demon Blade carved a red streak through the air; Li Zheng just then noticed Yuanfei Yuluo descending the stairs, his inner displeasure suddenly turning into disdain. "If you’re going to bathe, the bathroom is right nearby. Go inside before you strip to this extent," Li Zheng turned away, not looking at her, casually tossing the Demon Blade, letting it find a place to hang on its own. Yuanfei Yuluo walked barefoot to Li Zheng, eyes hiding her shame and anger. She had made a significant resolution to do so. If possible, she wouldn’t want to walk the same path her mother had. "Mr. Li Zheng, am I not beautiful?" She approached Li Zheng, spread her arms, and twirled, revealing her graceful figure completely. [Oh ho ho ho~ quite the physique... hey hey hey! You’re not looking, could you consider others’ feelings? Li Zheng ignored the protest of Prelis’ Eye, tightly closing his eyes, his voice gradually growing cold, "If you don’t want to die, you’d better disappear from my sight within three seconds!" The Demon Blade that had flown away made a turn and flew back, its blade tip aimed at Yuanfei Yuluo, seemingly ready to pierce her at any moment. On the other side, Sakura wrapped in pink Poli slowly approached as well, her expression unfriendly. Oppositely, two blood-red machines stepped in neat synchrony, shoulder components rotating to reveal four mini plasma cannons. Yuanfei Yuluo froze, she hadn’t expected that, with her allure, standing before Li Zheng, he would remain unmoved?! The atmosphere froze instantly, Yuanfei Yuluo vaguely felt that she might have misunderstood something. That was, not all men, unlike what she had seen all her life, couldn’t move when beauty was in front of them. For some people, principles were more important than temptations like beauty! Li Zheng’s lips opened slightly, coldly uttering a number. Yuanfei Yuluo turned her head to look around, noticing that as Li Zheng counted down, these dangerous individuals surrounding her were also gradually approaching. She had no doubt once Li Zheng finished his countdown, these terrifying things would mercilessly tear her to pieces! Especially that blade! She felt an endless bloodthirst from that blade! Just a blade, yet it gave her the illusion that a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood were approaching! Only then did she remember, what incident had caused Li Zheng to gain his notorious reputation. "R-r-r-right... Sorry!" Bowing, apologizing, turning, and jogging away. The series of actions were so fluid as to make one think she often did this. She dashed into the bathroom in a flash, closing the door to shut out the malice directed at her, finally breathing a sigh of relief clutching her chest. It was too terrifying! Was she really planning to use such a frightening and cold-blooded person to deal with Misaka Tsuchiemon? Calming down now, Yuanfei Yuluo felt both scared and ashamed, an endless sense of shame rising from deep within. Standing behind the door for a long time, Yuanfei Yuluo finally settled down. Only then did she have the leisure to survey the bathroom. Sink, mirror, toilet, shower, tub. Everything a typical bathroom should have was present; if not for the limited space, she would even suspect the owner might have put a sauna room inside. It was evident that Li Zheng had pretty high standards for living quality. Because not everyone would be willing to spend so much material just to remodel an almost useless and space-occupying bathroom. While she was lost in thought, a knock sounded, and Li Zheng’s voice came through. "Forgot to tell you, you’re not allowed to use that tub. If you want to bathe, only the shower is usable. The shower has no hot water, so you’ll have to make do." "Al-alright, got it! Thank you, thank you... thank you, Mr. Li!" Yuanfei Yuluo now resembled a frightened cat, so easily startled by any sign from Li Zheng. Only then did she realize, considering Li Zheng’s current power and status, it’s unlikely even with her slight allure. Even supermodels from various countries, if Li Zheng merely nods, they would rush to clean themselves, perfume up, and toss themselves tied up onto Li Zheng’s bed. How could it be her turn to seduce him? There wouldn’t even be a chance, right? She initially even entertained the idea of Li Zheng having an ulterior motive for her, truly... "Tch~" Li Zheng walked away from the bathroom door, shaking his head. This woman, she’s so consumed by the thought of revenge. But in the end, she’s a pitiful soul too... Recalling some scenes that had appeared before him during sword practice, Li Zheng sighed again, unwilling to bother with Yuanfei Yuluo’s earlier impulsiveness. He approached the kitchen counter, checking the current ingredients he had, selecting a few to start cooking. In a short while, the fragrance of food permeated his entire residence. Sakura was drawn close by the aroma, her eyes shining brightly at Li Zheng, eagerly anticipating tonight’s extra meal. "You’re the greediest." Li Zheng playfully touched her nose. Sakura rubbed her nose, continuing to drool at the counter. Li Zheng could only concede, "Alright, you go wait nearby, I’ll bring an extra helping for you too." "Yay~" Sakura cheered, habitually flapping her wings to fly away. She slammed into the ceiling and dropped straight to the floor. She forgot that Li Zheng had modified the residence, lowering the ceiling, preventing her from flying as freely as before. Forty minutes later, Yuanfei Yuluo donned a pink kimono, cautiously opening the bathroom door. Not seeing Li Zheng, her expression relaxed. Even though she had taken a cold shower, her face was flushed as though she had just come out of a sauna. Sticking close to the edge, she shuffled back to the stairs, hurriedly scaling up to the third floor, finding that the previous kimono had been folded neatly on the floor. A metal tray was placed on top of it, containing two steaming rice balls. Only then did she notice the aroma of food that had somehow filled the air. Slowly walking over, lifting the tray, she found a piece of paper tucked underneath. The paper was inscribed with a verse in Dragon Country’s script: The body is like the Bodhi Tree, the mind a bright mirror stand. Always diligently clean it, do not let dust collect. With this verse in mind, Yuanfei Yuluo took a bite of the rice ball, but before her eyes wasn’t that ruthless father, but her mother tying her hair on a rainy night. For origınal chapters go to 𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑~𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖾~𝖓𝖊𝖙 She broke into sobs once again, choking out softly, "Mom, I miss you so much..."