Chen Xin: I Bet Chen Fan Will Regret It Within Three Days

[System-bound target: Ning Rongrong]

[Mission: Increase the bound target's satisfaction value to obtain random rewards.]

[Current random reward item: First Soul Ring age increased by 300 years.]

Chen Fan could not help but grumble inwardly.

Back then, he had bound Ning Rongrong without the slightest hesitation.

After all, she was his girlfriend. If he did not bind her, who would he bind? He had not had any other choice at the time.

Looking back now, he had simply lost his mind!

At first, coaxing Ning Rongrong had not really been difficult.

After all, she was his girlfriend. Saying a few sweet words, giving her little gifts, and accompanying her on shopping trips had only been mildly troublesome for Chen Fan.

He was not like those Children of Destiny in webnovel fanfics, who could defy the heavens and absorb thousand-year or Ten-thousand-year spirit rings from the very start.

After transmigrating here, he had obediently absorbed a 420-year Crimson Armored Snake Soul Ring.

That had been the limit his physical condition could withstand at the time.

The system was his greatest trump card.

If he made Ning Rongrong happy and raised her satisfaction value, he could exchange it for rewards.

Just like this, he would spend one or two months earning a reward.

Then spend another month or two earning another.

Over time, he had forcibly refined and upgraded that four-hundred-year Crimson Armored Snake Soul Ring into a thousand-year Crimson Phosphorus Earth Dragon Soul Ring.

Even the type of soul ring had been optimized, achieving perfect compatibility with his Crimson Phosphorus Dragon Martial Soul.

It could be said that without Ning Rongrong, he would not possess his current strength.

But so what?

Over the past few years, her Princess syndrome had become increasingly outrageous.

Problems that used to be solved by giving her a dress now required him to put aside all cultivation and sect affairs to accompany her to the Outer Area of the Soul Hunting Forest to enjoy the scenery.

The slightest delay would lead to a huge fight.

The random reward on the system panel, [First Soul Ring age increased by 300 years], was clearly for a minor mission.

Yet he had spent more than three full months on it and still had not completed it.

This made the anger in Chen Fan's heart burn ever hotter.

More than anyone else, he understood that in this world, where human lives were as cheap as grass and the strong were revered, only strength held in one's own hands was real.

Binding someone with Ning Rongrong's temperament had already severely slowed his progress.

That was why the scene just now had happened.

"Break... up?"

Even after Chen Fan had walked far away, Ning Rongrong's mind remained blank.

Her displeasure and spoiled arrogance froze in place, while a trace of panic flashed through her eyes—a panic she herself had not even noticed.

How dared he?

How could he say those two words?

But before she could react, Chen Fan had already gone far away, his shadow nearly out of sight.

"Stop right there!"

Ning Rongrong panicked and blurted it out.

But when she saw Chen Fan merely pause slightly without stopping, the panic in her heart was instantly replaced by overwhelming humiliation and anger.

She gritted her pearly teeth, forced herself to maintain her pride, and shouted with all her strength:

"Go on, Chen Fan! If you leave, don't ever come back!"

"I, Ning Rongrong, don't care about you at all!"

Yet that retreating figure did not hesitate in the slightest and soon disappeared beyond the doors of the Glazed Pavilion.

The door swung shut behind him, leaving only a soft creaking sound.

He... really left?

A wave of grievance and regret surged into her heart.

Ning Rongrong angrily stamped her foot hard on the spot, the hem of her exquisite Flowing Light Skirt swaying with the motion.

"Bastard! Complete bastard!"

She cursed, but her eyes had already reddened.

After a moment, she slowly straightened her back again, and reason reclaimed her mind.

No!

Chen Fan...

He would not dare!

He was only angry for the moment.

It was not as if this had never happened before.

Every time they argued, he would return with her favorite pastries or novel jewelry to make up with her.

Yes, it had to be like that.

How could he possibly bear to truly leave her?

Ning Rongrong took a deep breath and kept telling herself this.

Who am I?

I am the Princess cherished in the palm of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's hand.

In terms of family background, who could compare?

In terms of talent, I possess the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, the continent's number one support martial soul.

In terms of looks, there are not many in all of Heaven Dou City prettier than me.

Wasn't everything Chen Fan had today built on the resources of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?

Hmph, without me and without the sect, what was he worth?

At that thought, the panic on Ning Rongrong's face faded, replaced by... confidence!

She was certain Chen Fan would regret it soon and return to beg for her forgiveness.

When that happened, she absolutely could not forgive him too easily!

Hmph, Chen Fan, you big fool!

When he came back to beg me, I definitely could not soften so easily.

Yes, that was what she would do!

When he stood before me holding gifts, I would... I would refuse to look at him!

I would make him stand there for an hour!

No, one hour was too short. I would make him stand for a full two hours!

And he would have to admit his mistake himself, saying a hundred times, "Rongrong, I was wrong. I shouldn't have made you angry."

Not one time less!

Thinking of Chen Fan humbly begging for her forgiveness with a face full of regret, the grievance and panic in Ning Rongrong's heart instantly vanished into thin air.

She even began humming a tune, eagerly awaiting that moment.

On another tall tower not far from the Glazed Pavilion.

Three figures stood silently by the window.

The man at the front was none other than the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Sect Master, Ning Fengzhi.

He took in every change in his daughter's expression below, from sorrow to joy and then smug satisfaction, and shook his head helplessly.

"Sigh, that girl has truly been spoiled by us."

Ning Fengzhi let out a soft sigh.

"It would be good to let her learn a lesson, otherwise she will never grow up. It is just... I truly think highly of Chen Fan."

There was a trace of regret in his voice, as though he feared such a gifted future son-in-law would simply fly away.

Beside him, a thin, tall old man with a sharp aura gave a cold snort.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

"That girl needs to be taught a lesson."

Chen Xin spoke in an even tone.

"But that brat may not truly be able to let go. Rongrong is, after all, the Little Princess of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Whether in appearance or talent, how many across the entire continent can compare to her?"

"Once he leaves this village, he will not find another inn."

On the other side, the more burly Bone Douluo Gu Rong also nodded and said in a deep, muffled voice:

"Exactly. What Sword Boy said is right."

"Young people are stubborn. When their tempers flare, they dare say anything. Once he calms down and carefully considers what he has lost, he will naturally come back."

"He is only recklessly youthful right now. Once he truly matures, he will understand that breaking up with our Rongrong is a tremendous loss for him!"

Listening to the words of the two Titled Douluo, Ning Fengzhi felt slightly more at ease.

Although he felt his daughter had acted wrongly, he was ultimately still biased toward his own child.

Chen Fan's feelings for Rongrong were still very deep.

Chen Xin glanced at Gu Rong beside him.

"Old Bones, dare to make a bet with me?"

Gu Rong's eyes lit up. "Bet on what?"

"Let's bet on how long that brat can hold out before turning back to find Rongrong."

"Fine!" Gu Rong slapped his thigh. "I bet he won't last three days!"

Chen Xin shook his head.

"Three days? You think too highly of him."

"I bet one day!"

"At the latest, by this time tomorrow, he will definitely return in disgrace with gifts in hand to apologize!"

The two Titled Douluo exchanged smiles, looking as though they were waiting to watch a good show.

Only Ning Fengzhi also shook his head and smiled helplessly.

Sigh, all he could say was that Chen Fan meeting Rongrong—he truly did not know whether it was fortunate or unfortunate...