Xu Wendong forced a smile: "I did say that nothing would happen to him, whether he died in battle or killed the Eight-Forked Serpent, he would receive my Soul Force." "But I didn’t expect that he would actually defect to the Eight-Forked Serpent." "His actions were completely contrary to my beliefs." "He suffered the backlash of my Soul Force." Jiang Xueyao’s pupils trembled violently: "So, in the illusion, he did not fiercely battle the Eight-Forked Serpent, but instead defected to the other side, becoming a traitor?" Xu Wendong shrugged without any denial. "Why didn’t you tell me... it was an illusion?" Xu Shaoqing glared at Xu Wendong, his eyes filled with rage. Xu Wendong sighed lightly: "Life is like chess, each move made with no regrets!" "Everyone must bear the consequences of their choices." "I’m not content..." Xu Shaoqing ultimately lost his breath, dying with eyes wide open, full of unwillingness. Watching Xu Shaoqing die, Xu Wendong pinched the spell with one hand, releasing a wisp of flame that burned him to ashes. However, the smell of charred remains filled the room. Jiang Xueyao looked at Zhong Qiu and said softly, "How about we eat somewhere else?" Zhong Qiu gave a bitter smile, her eyes misting with tears: "You won, decisively and completely." "Are you very happy now?" "Do you feel like having a celebratory drink?" She never expected today would end . If she had known earlier, she definitely wouldn’t have brought Xu Shaoqing to see Jiang Xueyao. "I don’t feel any joy at all." Jiang Xueyao’s face was filled with reluctance: "Only heartache, because you were deceived and hurt." "I believe, if I experienced something similar, you wouldn’t feel joy either." Zhong Qiu screamed, crying hysterically: "Why do you comfort me?" "Why don’t you mock me?" "Don’t you know, doing this makes me feel worse inside?" Jiang Xueyao walked up to her, hugging her gently: "Cry, you’ll feel better if you let it out." Zhong Qiu pushed Jiang Xueyao away, wiping the tears from her face: "If you tell me to cry and I do, wouldn’t I lose face?" Then she sat at the dining table, casually saying: "No need to go somewhere else, I feel eating with the smell of a scumbag burning is very appetizing!" She and Xu Shaoqing had no real emotions, having known each other for only two days. It was just that being deceived made her feel embarrassed. "This is the Zhong Qiu I know." Seeing her dear childhood friend return to her carefree self, Jiang Xueyao sighed in relief. She glanced at Xu Wendong: "Let’s eat here, let’s not waste all this food." Xu Wendong agreed with a nod, then casually sat at the dining table. Zhong Qiu shouted loudly outside: "Waiter, bring me two bottles of Moutai Eighty." Jiang Xueyao had an expression of being dead inside. To her, spending a few thousand or even ten thousand on a meal was ordinary. But if they were drinking Moutai Eighty, this meal would cost at least a million. After all, the price of Moutai Eighty was ridiculously high. Each bottle could be several hundred thousand, even possibly up to a million. But thinking about Zhong Qiu’s bad mood, she could only take a financial hit. This meal, Jiang Xueyao indeed spent a lot. Zhong Qiu alone drank two bottles of Moutai Eighty, her face flushed red. Her wavy long hair was slightly tousled, yet it gave off a messy beauty. She walked unsteadily, unable to stand up straight. Feeling helpless, Jiang Xueyao could only support her, getting her into a business car the restaurant had prepared in advance, and took Zhong Qiu back to Tangchen Yipin. By now, Yang Tao was already waiting downstairs. Xu Wendong didn’t drive due to drinking, so he got a designated driver to return to Tangchen Yipin with them. "Taozi, it’s a bit of a hassle for you tonight, taking care of this woman for me." Jiang Xueyao and Yang Tao struggled to help Zhong Qiu into a bedroom. Yang Tao: "Of course, President Jiang, I’ll stay here and watch over her tonight." After some brief instructions. Jiang Xueyao, exhausted, went to the living room, where Xu Wendong was enjoying the fruit platter Yang Tao had prepared, looking very relaxed. Jiang Xueyao snatched the fruit platter from Xu Wendong’s hands: "Come to the room with me." She said, turning around and walking towards the bedroom with her bare feet and swaying snake-like waist. Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝘯𝘦𝘵 Xu Wendong followed Jiang Xueyao into the master bedroom: "President Jiang, do you have other instructions?" Jiang Xueyao asked seriously: "Do you mind handling one more fandom?" Xu Wendong stood there as if struck by lightning, expression stunned, finding it hard to accept Jiang Xueyao’s way of speaking. Jiang Xueyao sighed lightly: "I’ve never seen Zhong Qiu drink so much, nor have I seen her so negative and disheveled." "All of this has an undeniable connection to you." Xu Wendong, with an innocent look: "President Jiang, you can’t blame me for this! It was Xu Shaoqing’s fault, although Miss Zhong Qiu was hurt." "But I’m a victim, too, alright?" Jiang Xueyao ate the fruit, her flushed delicate face looking very serious: "I know you’re a victim too, but you can’t change the fact that this was related to you." "Because, Zhong Qiu also likes Master Xu." Xu Wendong had no words to respond. Jiang Xueyao walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the brilliant neon lights outside, her beautiful eyes full of complex emotions. "Zhong Qiu and I have loved and fought each other for many years, since childhood, always competing over things we like." "As I understand her, she’s sure to make a vigorous move on you to take you down as a way to retaliate against me." Xu Wendong’s scalp tingled: "Is the competition between you two really that intense?" Jiang Xueyao sighed: "Yes, I didn’t want it to be , but... it’s like we were enemies in a past life." "I don’t want to share you with her, but I don’t want to see her fall into despair either." "So, I hope when she tries to tempt you, you don’t reject her." "After all, having one more female friend shouldn’t be too difficult for you, right?" Xu Wendong hesitated for a moment, then said: "President Jiang, actually, I know why you two are so at odds." Jiang Xueyao asked curiously: "Why?" In the past, she had two big mysteries in her life. First, why she feared flames and red things. Second, why she was always at odds with Zhong Qiu, loving and hating each other. Xu Wendong truthfully said: "You possess an extremely rare Water Physique, while Miss Zhong Qiu has a conflicting Fire Spirit Body." Jiang Xueyao was stunned, her beautiful eyes could not hide the shock. She hadn’t expected that Zhong Qiu also had a rare spiritual body. After a short daze, she regained clarity in her shock, a playful smile appearing on her face: "So, letting you accept Zhong Qiu’s allure isn’t to wrong you, but actually a reward?"