Qian Renxue, Just a Child Who Never Received a Mother's Love

The Secret Chamber was so quiet that only the two of them could be heard breathing softly.

Qian Renxue stood opposite Lin Qingmo.

Her long, golden hair shimmered with a warm, amber-like luster under the soft lamplight.

That face was indeed excessively beautiful.

The possessor of the Angel Martial Soul even has an appearance that seems to have been sculpted by the God themselves.

A high, straight nose and slightly upturned eyes.

Her lips were tightly pressed together because of the emotional turmoil just now, which only accentuated her unapproachable and awe-inspiring beauty.

Lin Qingmo was looking at her.

Qian Renxue frowned slightly.

This guy's gaze is way too direct.

It wasn't the kind of sneaky spying.

Instead, they openly and honestly examined it from head to toe, as if admiring a newly unpacked work of art.

His gaze lingered for a moment on the curves of her chest and her crossed legs, then casually looked away.

A smug smile still lingered on his lips, a smile that made one want to slap him.

"Have you stared enough?" Qian Renxue's voice turned several degrees colder.

"I've seen enough."

Lin Qingmo withdrew his gaze.

With a frank expression, he said, "I mainly didn't expect the owner of the Angel Martial Soul to be so beautiful; I couldn't control my eyes for a moment."

"My problem is not your problem."

What kind of nonsense is this?

Qian Renxue snorted coldly in her heart.

Even someone like Lin Qingmo, who can expose someone's every inch of their body in Chat Group, couldn't resist, which at least proves that her appearance is indeed impeccable.

As Qian Renxue thought this, she slightly raised her chin.

But seeing his gaze lingering unusually long on certain parts of her body, she couldn't help but mentally add, "Lust has clouded his judgment."

Never mind.

She didn't come here today to discuss eye contact management with him.

Qian Renxue leaned forward slightly, a deliberately crafted chill surging within her golden pupils.

His voice was low, carrying an undisguised threat. "Lin Qingmo, you know my true identity."

"You should also understand that anyone who knows the true identity of the Spirit Hall's Young Master will only have one fate."

She paused there deliberately.

This pause was a speaking skill she had honed over many years of infiltration into the Heaven Dou Empire.

When used properly, it can make people silently imagine the worst possible outcome.

She wanted to see even the slightest unease or fear on Lin Qingmo's face.

She is the Young Master of the Spirit Hall.

He was accompanied by two Titled Douluo.

Taking his life is no more difficult than crushing an ant.

However, Lin Qingmo looked up at her.

There was no fear, no tension, not even wariness in those eyes.

There was only one kind of calm that infuriated Qian Renxue.

He even smiled.

"You won't."

Qian Renxue's gaze sharpened. "What makes you so certain?"

"Because if you really wanted to kill me, you wouldn't have deliberately brought me into this secret Secret Chamber to discuss such private matters."

Lin Qingmo found a stone bench and sat down, his posture as relaxed as if he were in his own living room.

"This only proves one thing: you don't want to talk to me about life and death, you want to talk about something else."

His gaze met Qian Renxue's, and the smile on his lips deepened with even more certainty.

"You took the initiative to reveal your true identity to me and confessed that you are Qian Renxue, the Young Master of the Spirit Hall."

"But besides this identity, you should have another one."

"An identity even more private than that of the Young Master of the Spirit Hall."

Qian Renxue's pupils suddenly contracted.

Lin Qingmo looked into her suddenly narrowed golden eyes and uttered four words: "Golden Liquid Angel."

The moment the words left his mouth, it was as if most of the air in the Secret Chamber had been sucked away.

Qian Renxue's expression was complicated.

"You guessed it."

Her voice was hoarse.

"Did you deliberately mention the destruction of the Spirit Hall, me, and my grandfather in the Chat Group to test me?"

Lin Qingmo did not deny it.

He did indeed hold that view.

Qian Renxue's reaction in the Chat Group allowed him to confirm her identity.

Qian Renxue stared at him for several moments, then suddenly chuckled softly.

But there was an indescribable complexity in that smile, "You really are amazing."

"You were able to identify me based on just a Young Master casual remarks in the group chat? Who else in that group don't you know?"

"Not much."

Lin Qingmo gave a vague and evasive answer.

"However, I really didn't expect you to go so far as to reveal your true identity for this meeting."

"Now that you've revealed your hand to this extent, why not just tell me directly? What do you want to know from me?"

"..."

Qian Renxue remained silent for a long time.

The Secret Chamber was so quiet that the faint humming sound of Soul Power flowing in the lamp could be heard.

Her clasped hands unconsciously rubbed her knuckles, a gesture that betrayed her hesitation and struggle.

"You said in the group chat last time... that woman would die to save me in the future."

Is this true?

When she finally spoke, her voice was noticeably softer than before.

Lin Qingmo slowly exhaled in his heart.

really.

Just now in the main hall, she asked him to evaluate Bibi Dong.

He deliberately only said some high-sounding, polite words, and she immediately frowned.

Those things like "the greatest Pope of the Spirit Hall" and "continuing the system of awakening commoners" were not what she wanted to hear at all.

She wanted to know something more personal.

Did that woman ever love her, even just a little?

Even if it's just hidden deep in the heart, it's ultimately proven through death.

Do you want to hear the official answer or the truth?

"Truth."

Qian Renxue practically spat out those two words through gritted teeth.

"Good."

Lin Qingmo put down his teacup, his voice no longer carrying any hint of jest.

"In the story I've seen, after Tang San becomes a god, there's a final divine battle between you... as the Angel God, and Bibi Dong as the Rakshasa God."

"In that battle, Tang San launched a fatal attack on you, Bibi Dong rushed in to block it, sacrificing her own life to save yours."

"Your Angel God Position has been shattered, but your life has been saved."

He spoke these words calmly and deliberately.

Qian Renxue sat opposite him, motionless.

While waiting for him to speak, her heart was pounding like a drum, her fists clenched involuntarily, and even her toes curled up inside her shoes.

But when Lin Qingmo actually confirmed the answer she both longed for and feared, she didn't know what expression to make.

She didn't know what expression to make.

She wanted to say, "That's impossible!"

But she had already said those words once in the Chat Group.

She initially thought it was fake, believing that Lin Qingmo had made up a lie to deliberately hurt her.

But now this man is sitting in front of her, telling her this himself in a calm yet cruel tone.

It's true, that woman really would die for him.

Why did she...?

Qian Renxue only realized her voice was hoarse when she opened her mouth.

Something felt stuck in her throat, and she had to clear her throat before she could continue speaking.

"She clearly hates me so much."

"She has never looked at me properly since I was born, never let me call her 'mother,' and doesn't even want to call me by my name."

Why did she come to save me in the end?

Lin Qingmo looked at the blonde Qian Renxue in front of him.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, but she stubbornly held back her tears.

Her lower lip trembled slightly as she spoke, her fingers digging into her palms, desperately trying to maintain the fragile facade of pride that was crumbling beneath her.

At this moment, she didn't resemble the Young Master of the Spirit Hall, the successor of the Angel God, or the Heaven Dou Crown Prince.

She was just like a child who had finally mustered up the courage to ask an adult, "Does Mom really love me?"

"This is not a question I should be answering."

Lin Qingmo's voice softened unusually. "You should ask her directly."