Letting Ye Qingwei Grow Once Again

If Jiang Yang had been unable to defeat those people, if he had not possessed supernatural abilities, then this base of theirs would have completely fallen into someone else's hands.

"Master Jiang, I was at fault too. I didn't stop Qingwei when she opened the door."

Xiao Wan raised her hand and admitted her mistake.

As a butler, she had always considered things thoroughly, yet she had unexpectedly failed to anticipate such a situation.

But she could not really be blamed either. After all, the world was different now.

"Master Jiang, I was at fault too,"

Wu Lei said guiltily.

"My strength is lacking. If I had even half of Master Jiang's strength, then even if those people got in, I could have dealt with all of them."

"I want to become stronger. Please guide me, Master Jiang!"

At this point, Wu Lei shed his dejection and became filled with fighting spirit.

Though he was not particularly intelligent, he could still tell that Jiang Yang understood many things.

With Jiang Yang's guidance, becoming stronger was absolutely possible.

Hearing this, Jiang Yang smiled calmly. "Follow me. Putting everything else aside, becoming stronger is guaranteed."

The speaker meant something by it, but the listener did not.

Before his words had even faded, Qiu Chan's eyes lit up, as though something had occurred to her.

Once again, Jiang Yang had unconsciously worked the magic of words.

He knew that what Qiu Chan desired most was greater strength, just as Tang Ya craved money and status.

The current Qiu Chan was still far from the unruffled state she would attain in the future.

As long as he prescribed the right remedy, he could still stir her emotions.

By the time Ye Fan met Qiu Chan in the future, it was already too late. At that point, entering her heart would have been far too difficult.

Jiang Yang continued, "Next, let me introduce our new members."

"Li Shun, my good brother. Honest and dependable, just a little slow."

At that, Li Shun gave everyone a simple, foolish grin.

"Zhang Yao, Li Shun's wife. She's a good woman."

Zhang Yao also greeted everyone with a smile.

"Qiu Chan, the School Beauty from our school. But even if you provoke me, don't provoke her. The knife in her hand isn't just for decoration."

The moment his words fell, Qiu Chan rolled her eyes at him irritably. Even she did not realize that it was the first time in her life she had shown such an expression, one capable of toppling kingdoms.

She smiled faintly. "Don't listen to this spoiled young master's nonsense. I don't go around chopping people up—"

Everyone burst into laughter. Their mutual teasing also eased the tense atmosphere.

Only Ye Qingwei quietly clenched her little hand beneath the table. For some reason, the sight of Qiu Chan gave her a faint sense of danger.

But Qiu Chan's next words left everyone dumbfounded.

"—I only chop worthy opponents. If you want me to chop you, you may need to get a little stronger first."

Fortunately, none of them were petty people.

In Qiu Chan's view, this was a slightly playful self-introduction. She also wanted to get along well with Jiang Yang's friends, so she believed she had made a joke while introducing her "hobby."

But to normal people, was that not blatant provocation?

Late at night, after a hotpot dinner, Jiang Yang assigned rooms to everyone—except Ye Qingwei.

"J-Jiang... Big Brother Jiang, where am I sleeping?"

Ye Qingwei lowered her head like a lamb awaiting slaughter, utterly at a loss.

Her eyelashes trembled. Vaguely, she seemed to have already guessed and prepared herself for what would happen next.

At the thought, even her smooth, creamy skin flushed crimson.

With an amused smile, Jiang Yang stared at the bashful Ye Qingwei, pulled her into his arms, and said with a wicked grin, "You made a mistake today, and you still haven't received your punishment..."

Last night, he had relied on alcohol to take Ye Qingwei and turn raw rice into cooked rice. Tonight was the time to cook that half-done meal thoroughly.

"W-what punishment...?"

Ye Qingwei murmured softly with her head lowered.

Half resisting and half yielding, she let Jiang Yang lead her into the room. Her pretty face was red as a ripe apple. Thinking of what Jiang Yang had done to her last night filled her with shame and indignation, but the hatred was gone now.

Only the shyness of someone new to it remained.

Jiang Yang leaned close to her delicate ear and blew gently. "All right, naughty girl. Time for your punishment."

For a moment, Ye Qingwei's bashful body could not help trembling in embarrassment.

Seeing that the time was right, Jiang Yang scooped Ye Qingwei up and laid her out on the seven- or eight-meter-wide bed. Having just obtained the Dragon Totem, today was the day to fully display his Dragon Might!

"Mm..."

In the room, Ye Qingwei had her mouth covered by Jiang Yang. She looked flustered but did not resist. For some reason, Qiu Chan's face and voice surfaced in her mind.

And so, that night, she endured her embarrassment and cooperated with remarkable initiative. Before she knew it, Jiang Yang's practiced skills and formidable assets sent her soaring to the peak several times.

The next morning, Qiu Chan got up early, practiced her blade techniques in the living room for a while, then confidently pushed open Jiang Yang's bedroom door.

"Jiang Yang, you're far too lazy. Why are you still sleeping?!"

Qiu Chan casually pushed the door open and strode into the bedroom.

The sight of two pale bodies wrapped around each other left her frozen on the spot!

Even Qiu Chan's pretty face became somewhat unnatural.

It was not that she felt particularly embarrassed, but...

For some reason, a trace of displeasure rose in her heart.

She had never experienced this feeling before, and she deeply hated it.

At that moment, Jiang Yang had his eyes tightly shut, holding Ye Qingwei without moving as he slept soundly.

Ye Qingwei, meanwhile, had already been startled awake by the sound of Qiu Chan opening the door.

Since Ye Qingwei was awake, how could Jiang Yang still be sleeping so deeply? He was obviously pretending.

Startled awake, Ye Qingwei hurriedly grabbed the blanket that had been kicked aside and wrapped it tightly around herself, both embarrassed and alarmed.

"Senior Sister, doors... are designed to serve a purpose."

She puffed out her cheeks, somewhat annoyed.

Yet the blush spreading across her pretty face from embarrassment made her anger utterly unconvincing, only making her look exceptionally adorable.

At the same time, she tried to nudge Jiang Yang awake beneath the covers with her smooth little leg, only to brush against something scorching hot.

This made Ye Qingwei's pretty face turn even redder!

"Brother, wake up already!"

The way Ye Qingwei addressed him had changed. It was one of last night's punishments: whenever Jiang Yang made her happy, she had to call him Good Brother.

By now, the words came naturally to her.

"Hmph, Jiang Yang, stop playing dead. Get up and spar with me."

Brother and sister?

Qiu Chan gave an unhappy snort, then slammed the door shut.

Her feelings were terribly conflicted.

She had never felt this way before. In the past, Qiu Chan believed that her heart held nothing but anticipation for sparring and battle.

But now, she felt irritated. The image of Jiang Yang holding Ye Qingwei as they slept kept surfacing in her mind, especially Jiang Yang's completely exposed body...