Qian Renxue: I Can't Have Chen Fan, but I'll Definitely Steal Mr. Fan's Wife!

Na'er was indeed grateful to Qian Renxue for standing up for Chen Fan.

But Qian Renxue's intimate manner when defending Chen Fan earlier had made her very unhappy.

It had looked as though Chen Fan and Qian Renxue were the real couple.

Not allowed...

I won't allow it!

I absolutely won't allow it!!

With the farce over, the three prepared to officially leave the Star Dou Great Forest.

Qian Renxue took the initiative to ask, "What are your plans from here?"

Chen Fan replied, "We're going to Heaven Dou City."

Upon hearing that, Qian Renxue took another token from her Soul Tool and handed it to Chen Fan.

"Take this to Heaven Dou City and find Xue Qinghe. He'll help arrange everything for you."

The three then went their separate ways.

The moment Qian Renxue turned away, Na'er immediately reached out and tightly wrapped herself around Chen Fan's arm, pressing her soft body against him.

Chen Fan could clearly feel the astonishing softness and curves against his arm.

So Na'er actually had such a stunning figure. It was simply that her usual clothes were loose and conservative, concealing it from view.

On the other side, Qian Renxue stood alone in the forest. Watching the two leave hand in hand, she suddenly felt that the sunlight was especially warm.

In truth, the sunlight had not grown warmer.

Rather, while she had been traveling with the two of them earlier, she had constantly been enveloped by an invisible, chilling aura.

She recalled the moment Chen Fan had saved her from the ice silkworm swarm. Shaking her head, a bitter smile rose on her lips.

She truly had developed feelings for that young man.

But this relationship had likely ended before it had even begun.

Only Qian Renxue remained in the forest.

The sight of Chen Fan and Na'er leaving together gradually vanished amid the dappled shadows of the trees.

Only after they were completely out of sight did Qian Renxue slowly withdraw her gaze.

She took a deep breath. The icy aura that had been shrouding her and unsettling her mind finally dissipated completely.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the leaves and fell upon her, carrying a trace of long-lost warmth.

It was not that the sunlight had grown warmer.

It was that the maiden named Na'er had finally left.

Qian Renxue walked to the side and slowly sat down against an ancient tree.

From the bundle that had never left her side even while she was unconscious, she took out a small booklet.

Its cover was made of soft leather, without any extravagant decorations. Only a single line was written on the first page in elegant yet forceful handwriting.

—Respectfully gifted to my friend, Xue Qinghe.

If Na'er had been here, she would have recognized at a glance that this was Chen Fan's handwriting.

Qian Renxue's fingertips lightly brushed over those words, and a trace of gentleness appeared in her golden eyes.

She opened the booklet.

The words on the title page carried, as always, the uniquely gentle yet distant tone of that "Mr. Fan."

"Since you call me 'Mr. Fan' and have so many questions for me, I have compiled the difficulties you may encounter and the methods to address them into this booklet. If someone else needs it in the future, you may pass it on to them."

This booklet was a gift from "Mr. Fan" to "Xue Qinghe."

It was Chen Fan's management handbook, incorporating knowledge from his previous life such as Game Theory and Thick Black Theory. It was also Qian Renxue's greatest support as she infiltrated the Heaven Dou Imperial Family.

Qian Renxue skillfully turned to a certain page.

She had already read the handwriting there countless times.

"To achieve one's goal, one must be willing to use any means. Those who accomplish great undertakings possess exceedingly resolute minds—"

Below it, an example had been marked in cinnabar ink.

"In my homeland, there was once an emperor who, in his early years, was hunted by pursuers and fled to a melon shed. Hungry, he ate a melon but had no money to pay. Over just a few coins, he actually took the initiative to pick a fight, intending to provoke the owner of the melon shed into anger before taking the opportunity to kill him..."

"Another person would surely feel guilty and uneasy after eating and drinking without paying, much less committing murder. Yet this future founding emperor showed no fear at all. It was precisely this ruthless resolve that ultimately allowed him to achieve great things."

At the end of the booklet was Mr. Fan's conclusion.

"Those who accomplish great undertakings do not concern themselves with trivialities."

Qian Renxue closed the booklet, her pearly teeth lightly biting her lower lip.

Ignoring favors and grudges, even repaying kindness with enmity...

She could not do that.

Therefore, she would absolutely not steal away the Chen Fan whom Na'er treasured like a precious jewel.

She owed him her life.

But at that moment, a sentence Mr. Fan had casually mentioned in a letter suddenly flashed through her mind.

"My wife's appearance is passable, but she is spoiled and willful, making my life miserable."

The confusion and bitterness in Qian Renxue's golden eyes vanished in an instant.

A thought began to grow wildly in her heart.

If I can't steal Chen Fan...

Then I'll steal Mr. Fan's wife!

Her future partner needed to be a powerful person capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with her.

That person could not be Chen Fan.

She respected Na'er, and she could not get past the barrier in her own heart.

But Mr. Fan was different!

That man she had never met, yet whose profound knowledge had lit a lamp for her during the darkest days of her undercover life.

That man for whom she felt boundless gratitude, and even a trace of dependence.

As for Mr. Fan's spoiled and willful wife...

A smile curled at Qian Renxue's lips.

They did not even know each other. What psychological burden could there be in stealing her away without mercy?

On the official road leading to Heaven Dou City.

Chen Fan and Na'er walked side by side.

He turned his head and looked at the maiden beside him.

Na'er's complexion still carried a sickly pallor. Her exquisite face revealed weakness, and her steps were much slower than usual.

Chen Fan's heart tightened, and he felt terribly distressed.

All of this had happened because she had saved him.

He had to find a way to treat Na'er as soon as possible.

His gaze turned solemn as he silently made plans in his heart.

Once they reached Heaven Dou City, he would first use Dugu Yan's connections to contact her grandfather, Poison Douluo Dugu Bo.

Then he would immediately set off and return to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

With the sect's power, he would make a deal with Old Poison. No matter what, he had to help Na'er recover.

At the end of the official road, the outline of Heaven Dou City gradually came into view.

The city walls stood towering, like a colossal beast lying prone, exuding the majesty and grandeur of the imperial family.

After traveling through wind and dust, Chen Fan and Na'er finally arrived at their destination.

Using the token Qian Renxue had given them earlier, the two were not subjected to any inspection at the city gate and were respectfully escorted toward the Crown Prince's Mansion.

The Crown Prince's Mansion had golden tiles, crimson walls, carved beams, and painted rafters. Compared to the splendor of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, it possessed several more degrees of solemn dignity.

After the guards announced their arrival, only a moment passed before a "young man" dressed in pale golden robes, with peerless handsome features and a warm, jade-like bearing, hurried out to greet them.

It was Qian Renxue, disguised as Xue Qinghe.

"Brother Chen Fan!"

Before he arrived, his voice had already reached them. Xue Qinghe's face was filled with an eager smile, while sincere delight gleamed in his golden eyes.

He strode forward in a few steps and, without the slightest reserve, directly grasped Chen Fan's hand.

The instant their skin touched, Chen Fan could feel that the other's palm was warm and delicate, not rough like that of a man who practiced martial arts year-round.