Ning Rongrong's Princess Syndrome? Break Up! I'm Done Catering to You!

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Inner Sect, Glazed Pavilion.

Thick stacks of dossiers were piled like mountains atop a sandalwood desk.

The flickering candlelight cast the profile of a young man onto the wall, his features sharply defined.

Chen Fan was writing rapidly with a pen in hand.

These were all commercial blueprints he had drafted for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. One was a rental business for support system Soul Masters, while the other involved deep cooperation with the Heaven Dou Empire's royal family.

Thanks to Chen Fan's plans, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had earned massive amounts of Gold Soul Coins in recent years, and its reputation had soared. It was faintly beginning to carry itself like the foremost of the Upper Three Sects.

The two plans before him were even more crucial.

The door was shoved open with a creak.

Ning Rongrong, dressed in a pink gown, stormed in with puffed cheeks.

"Chen Fan! You're looking at these worthless papers again! Can't you hear me talking to you?"

Chen Fan's pen paused as he looked up.

"Rongrong, I'm handling something important. I'll spend time with you once I finish this, all right?"

Ning Rongrong planted her hands on her hips.

"Something important again! Next time again! Is there anything in your eyes besides this stuff and me?"

"I saw a newly released Flowing Light Skirt today and wanted you to come look at it with me. But you? I couldn't even catch a glimpse of you all day!"

Chen Fan rubbed his brow, feeling somewhat weary.

"I already had someone buy that skirt for you. It should be delivered soon. Rongrong, these plans are important. They concern our sect—"

"I don't want someone else to buy it! I want you to go with me!"

Ning Rongrong cut him off.

"Don't you love me anymore? You weren't like this before! You used to stay with me!"

Chen Fan set down his pen and rose to his feet, attempting to calm her.

"How could I not love you? It's just that the sect is at a critical stage of development right now, and I—"

Before he could finish, Ning Rongrong's emotions completely erupted.

She rushed to the desk and swept every dossier off it in one motion!

Crash—

The parchment sheets, densely covered in writing and mixed with spilled ink, scattered across the floor.

They were the heart's blood Chen Fan had poured into countless sleepless nights.

"You love them so much! Then spend every day with these papers!"

Ning Rongrong pointed at the mess on the floor and shouted.

The air fell silent in an instant.

Chen Fan looked at the heart's blood scattered across the floor. The gentleness and patience on his face faded bit by bit, like a candle snuffed out by the wind.

He did not get angry, nor did he pick up the documents. He merely raised his eyes and looked at Ning Rongrong calmly.

Ning Rongrong froze. She was used to Chen Fan indulging and pampering her, but she had never seen him like this.

At once, she felt a little guilty.

Had she... gone too far?

"Are you done?"

Chen Fan asked.

Ning Rongrong felt uneasy beneath his gaze, but her princess-like pride kept her from lowering her head.

"I... I'm not making a scene! You're the one who stopped caring about me first!"

Chen Fan smiled, carrying an indescribable weariness and relief.

"Ning Rongrong."

It was rare for him to call her by her full name.

"Let's break up."

Ning Rongrong's whole body stiffened.

The spoiled petulance, grievance, and anger on her face instantly froze, then shattered inch by inch, leaving behind only bewilderment.

"Y-you... what did you say?"

Chen Fan looked at her. The love in his eyes was gone, replaced only by distant indifference.

"I said we're breaking up."

He repeated each word clearly.

"Why?"

Ning Rongrong's voice trembled.

This was completely different from the scene she had imagined.

Shouldn't Chen Fan have immediately stepped forward, hugged her, apologized gently, and agreed to every one of her demands?

Chen Fan did not answer. He simply bent down and silently picked up the parchment stained with ink.

"Do you know what this is?"

He held the paper up for Ning Rongrong to see.

"This is an escort mission rating system I designed for cooperation between the sect's Soul Masters and the military departments of the Two Great Empires. With it, the sect's annual income can at least double, and the support system Soul Masters we train will gain higher status and more respect."

He picked up another sheet.

"This is the equity agreement for a new auction house in Heaven Dou City. I negotiated it. From now on, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will not only be the greatest support sect in the world. We'll also be able to station a team in Heaven Dou City, so we can keep track of any disturbance."

Chen Fan sighed inwardly.

He was a little tired.

He had transmigrated into this world and awakened the Crimson Phosphorus Dragon Martial Soul, with Innate Full Soul Power.

It shocked everyone.

Because he had been born within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's territory.

This Innate Full Soul Power genius had naturally been brought into the sect and nurtured with every resource!

Ning Fengzhi, along with the Sword and Bone Douluo, had treated Chen Fan like family. They had entrusted the sect's future, as well as Ning Rongrong, to him.

Chen Fan had thought that constantly contributing to Ning Rongrong and the sect's development was the best choice.

Unfortunately...

His gaze fell upon Ning Rongrong's face.

"Your unreasonable tantrums, your spoiled willfulness—I can understand them, and I can tolerate them. Because you're a Princess, spoiled since childhood."

"But Rongrong, I'm human too. I get tired too."

"I'm tired."

"That's enough."

After saying that,

Chen Fan turned around. Without sparing her another glance, he headed straight for the door.

Ning Rongrong was left alone, standing blankly amid the wreckage-covered room.

Chen Fan did not slow his steps.

Nor did he look back even once.

Listening to her suppressed sobs behind him, what rose in Chen Fan's heart was not pity, but the irritation that had built up for far too long.

So annoying!

Why the hell are you crying?!

I'm the one who should be crying!

At the beginning, Chen Fan admitted that he had viewed Ning Rongrong through an extremely thick filter.

She was a beautiful anime girl, after all.

She really was pretty, and her nature was not particularly bad either.

But her inborn willfulness and princess syndrome ingrained deep in her bones were simply exhausting.

To be worthy of her, to gain a foothold in this world where strength reigned supreme, hadn't he trained desperately every single day?

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect gave him the best cultivation resources and treatment, and he repaid that kindness by racking his brains and pouring his heart into planning the sect's development.

Sect Master Ning Fengzhi even intended to nurture him as a successor, bringing him along for matters both large and small. He had long been so busy that his feet barely touched the ground.

Yet every time he returned exhausted, what he received was not understanding, but endless complaints and clingy demands.

He still had to force himself to smile and coax her.

Her temperament was especially troublesome. Today, she wanted to visit the Outer Area of the Star Dou Great Forest to see Soul Beasts; tomorrow, she wanted to go to the most expensive jewelry shop in Heaven Dou City.

The slightest dissatisfaction, and she would threaten to break up.

That feeling was exactly like the women he had encountered in his Previous Life.

They wanted you to work hard and strive upward, to "provide for the family" and become superior to others.

Yet they also wanted you by their side at all times, available at their every call, providing constant emotional validation.

If you failed at even the slightest thing, then it meant you did not care anymore, that you did not love them anymore.

Chen Fan had once tried to explain exactly what he was busy with.

Ning Rongrong had immediately snapped back with a single sentence.

"Hasn't the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's development always been managed by me?"

Good grief!

Chen Fan had wanted to say then and there that he did all the work, while she merely sat beside the sect master and listened to the results. How did that become her managing it?

Unbelievable!

Simply unbelievable!

What left Chen Fan even more speechless was that, with a thought, a pale blue panel only he could see quietly appeared before his eyes.