Qingque's Challenge

Inside Nan Fusheng's room on the ninety-fifth floor of the Spirit Pagoda in Ming Capital.

At that moment, Nan Fusheng had encountered a huge problem. Though calling it a problem was not quite right. Mainly because...

"Waaaah... Lord Fu Sheng, you heartless bastard! It wasn't enough that you tricked me into giving you my body—you're even forcing me to work! You're simply inhuman!"

"You're exactly the kind of exploitative capitalist who deserves to be hung from a streetlamp and criticized..."

A nimble Qingque was sprawled at Nan Fusheng's feet, her wings tightly wrapped around his trouser leg. She kept rubbing her head against the fabric as she babbled out her tearful grievances, looking as though she had suffered the greatest injustice in the world.

Nan Fusheng glanced down at Qingque clinging to his leg and tried gently tugging at his trouser leg, only to find that she was holding on so tightly that he could not pull free.

A clear look of disdain appeared on his face as he said helplessly, "Don't spout nonsense like that. It's easy for people to misunderstand. You merely became my Soul Spirit; that was something we discussed from the very beginning. How could you say I tricked you?"

He secretly thanked his luck that Xu Xiaoyan and the others were currently holding a tea party in the lounge next door and had no time to concern themselves with him.

More importantly, Fors had dismissed most of the attendants on the ninety-fifth floor in advance. Otherwise, if anyone saw Qingque looking so pitiful and tear-streaked, who knew what sort of rumors would spread.

"I don't care!"

Qingque clearly had no intention of letting the matter rest. Still clutching Nan Fusheng's thigh tightly, she raised her voice as she wailed, "Now that I've become a Soul