I, Chen Fan, Beg You, Don't Make Me Be a Simp

If those words came out, where would the three of them put their old faces?

Gu Rong coughed twice and forcibly changed the subject. With a wave of his large hand, he patted Chen Fan on the shoulder.

"Cough, cough! That isn't important! Kid, let's talk business. What exactly is going on between you and Rongrong?"

He looked like an experienced elder, waggling his brows.

"Young couples quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of it! Rongrong has been spoiled by us, so as a grown man, you should be more accommodating!"

"Want Bone Grandpa to give you a few tips? I guarantee that with just a few words, you'll have that girl eating out of your hand!"

"You have to go along with girls."

"If you don't have money, tell me. I'll pick out a gift for you."

"Oh, right. Rongrong is still angry. If she says anything unpleasant, don't take it to heart..."

Chen Fan was completely stunned.

Wait... were they messing with him?

He looked at the warmhearted Bone Douluo, then at Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo beside him. Though they said nothing, their eyes clearly conveyed the meaning: Go comfort her already. For a moment, he felt dazed.

This feeling was far too familiar.

It was like in his Previous Life, when all those aunties would advise him, "That's just her personality," "You should give in to her more," and "It doesn't hurt for boys to take the initiative."

They meant well. Chen Fan knew that.

Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa treated him like their own grandson.

But did this kindness mean forcing him to become a simp?

He had devoted himself heart and soul to the sect, only to have his proposals torn apart, to fall ill without anyone caring, and then be accused of not being romantic enough.

In the end, was he still the one in the wrong?

As Ning Fengzhi watched Chen Fan fall silent, the smile on his face slowly spread.

In his eyes, the matter was settled.

Young people had little squabbles. Once the elders stepped in to smooth things over and gave them a way out, they would soon reconcile as if nothing had happened.

Chen Fan was sentimental and grateful to the sect. If Ning Fengzhi persuaded him a little more, wouldn't this all blow over?

However, his smile abruptly vanished the next moment.

A slender figure silently emerged from the room.

Under the moonlight, the Maiden's purple hair cascaded like a waterfall, and her skin was fairer than snow.

She walked straight to Chen Fan's side and, as naturally as could be, wrapped her arms lightly around his arm from the side, resting her Little Face against his shoulder.

Her movements were intimate, her posture unmistakable.

It was Na'er.

She raised those breathtaking Purple Eyes toward Ning Fengzhi and the other two. A faint glimmer flickered deep within them, as though she were... declaring her claim??

"Thank you, Seniors, for still worrying about my Chen Fan so late at night."

My... Chen Fan?

Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo froze.

Ning Fengzhi shifted his gaze away from Na'er and onto Chen Fan. His tone had already taken on a stern edge of interrogation.

"Chen Fan, what exactly is going on?"

Chen Fan sighed inwardly, somewhat hesitant.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had treated him well, and Ning Fengzhi regarded him as a junior member of the family. He truly did not want to make things too ugly.

But before he could speak.

Na'er took the initiative and stepped forward, shielding Chen Fan behind her.

She still held up that pure, flawless face, her tone calm as though she were merely recounting the most ordinary matter.

"Senior, why not think about it?"

"Chen Fan stayed up late writing a proposal to expand the sect's business, only for Miss Rongrong to tear it into pieces right in front of him."

"A few days ago, he overtrained and suffered from a persistent high fever. Miss Rongrong only complained that he had not accompanied her shopping and did not even offer him a cup of warm water."

"Just moments ago, while he was still worrying over the sect's auction house share agreement, Miss Rongrong was making a scene outside, demanding that he immediately put down all his work and accompany her to buy a newly released set of jewelry."

Every word Na'er spoke struck straight at the heart.

With each sentence, Ning Fengzhi and the others' expressions darkened further.

They had heard about these matters, more or less.

They simply had never taken them seriously.

Now that Na'er had laid them out one by one before their faces, their cheeks burned hot.

Na'er tilted her head slightly. With a trace of innocence in her Purple Eyes, she looked at Ning Fengzhi, whose face had turned livid.

"Did the Seniors really not see these things?"

The night breeze was slightly cool, stirring the bamboo leaves in the courtyard with a soft rustling sound.

Ning Fengzhi and the other two looked rather grim.

Had they truly not seen it?

Of course they had.

It was just that Rongrong was the sect's Little Princess, the treasure they had cherished and spoiled since childhood.

They had grown accustomed to her willfulness, and accustomed to Chen Fan's tolerance.

Over time, they had come to regard it all as perfectly natural.

Now, an outsider—a Maiden who seemed untouched by worldly affairs—had mercilessly ripped away this veil of shame. The three long-famous powerhouses felt their faces burn with embarrassment.

Their guilt toward Chen Fan surged up like a tide.

After a long while, Ning Fengzhi let out a deep breath.

He put away both the authority of a sect master and the gentleness of an elder. Looking at Chen Fan with a complicated expression, his voice carried a hint of weariness.

"Chen Fan, tell me. Have you truly made up your mind to break up with Rongrong?"

Chen Fan met his gaze and nodded solemnly.

"Uncle Ning, I've made up my mind."

"Our personalities don't fit. If we continue, it won't be good for either of us."

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere sank to rock bottom.

"You brat!"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin finally could not hold back any longer. His brows knitted tightly, and his tone carried the rebuke of someone frustrated by wasted potential.

"Why are you so stubborn?"

"Rongrong has a temper, yes, but what status does she have? What an opportunity this is for you! Are you just going to throw it away for nothing?"

He looked at Na'er, who was quietly leaning against Chen Fan, and abruptly changed tack.

"Miss Na'er is good. Can't you make her your concubine?"

"We'll talk to Rongrong. We'll work on that temper of hers! You brat can enjoy the company of two beauties—what more could you possibly be dissatisfied with?"

Bone Douluo Gu Rong, standing to the side, nodded repeatedly, his face filled with regret.

"That's right, kid! Big Brother Sword is right! That girl Rongrong still has feelings for you, or she wouldn't have thrown such a huge tantrum!"

Chen Fan's heart shook.

A concubine?

Ning Rongrong was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's sole heir, the proudest Little Princess on Douluo Continent.

Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa were actually willing, just to keep him, to suggest that she share him with Na'er.

Even Ning Fengzhi, who had always indulged his daughter in everything, merely frowned and did not speak to refute them.

They truly valued him.

Chen Fan could feel that sincerity.

But he still shook his head, his tone earnest.

"Sword Grandpa, Bone Grandpa, Uncle Ning, thank you."

"I don't dislike Rongrong. Precisely because of that, I cannot do this."

"It would be unfair to her. Someone as proud as she is would only be hurt even more."

"We truly aren't compatible."

"You..."

Sword Douluo wanted to say more.

Ning Fengzhi's frown deepened as well.

Just then.

Boom—!

An even more vast and purer pressure than when Chen Fan's Martial Soul Evolution occurred earlier erupted without warning!

Silver radiance Soared Upwards from Na'er's body, making even the moonlight appear dim and lusterless before it.