Douluo Chat Group: They've All Become Addicted to Gossiping

There was absolutely nothing in the direction Ning Rongrong was pointing.

Chen Xin's tone carried a hint of helplessness and doting: "Rongrong, where is there anyone here? Are you playing tricks on Grandfather again?"

Ning Rongrong's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly held the brick up in front of him: "Sword Grandfather, can you really not see it?"

Chen Xin understood now; this little ancestor was finding new ways to amuse herself at his expense.

He sighed, his tone softening: "Rongrong, stop messing around. Grandfather still has to guard the sect today."

Using spiritual power to shroud and patrol the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was an exhausting task.

Seeing that Chen Xin didn't believe her at all, Ning Rongrong grew truly anxious: "Sword Grandfather, I'm not messing around! There really is someone inside here!"

Chen Xin turned to look again, but it remained empty.

Being teased once was one thing, but twice in a row—even for the Sword Grandfather who doted on her—was starting to test his patience.

"Rongrong, if you have nothing to do, go back and cultivate properly. You are the future successor of the sect, after all. What kind of decorum is it to spend all day playing around?"

"Alright, go back now."

Chen Xin waved his hand and turned away.

"It's one thing for them to call me a Little Witch, but now even Sword Grandfather doesn't believe me! I'm never talking to you all again!"

The pent-up grievances burst like a dam; Ning Rongrong's eyes reddened, and large tears rolled down her cheeks.

Wiping her eyes, she rushed out of the main hall without looking back.

"Rongrong!"

Chen Xin reached out to stop her, but that petite figure had already vanished beyond the hall doors.

He retracted his hand, gazing at the empty doorway, and shook his head with a sigh: "Sigh... Sword Grandfather truly didn't see anyone there."

Running back to her room, Ning Rongrong threw herself onto the soft bed and buried her face in the pillow, sobbing uncontrollably: "Wuwuwu... why won't any of you listen to me? I didn't do anything wrong."

At this moment, those harsh voices seemed to echo in her ears again: "Little Witch, Little Witch!"

"I am not a Little Witch!"

Ning Rongrong retorted subconsciously through her sobs.

After crying for a long while.

With red eyes, she inexplicably tapped open that chat group she hated so much.

As it happened, they were discussing her.

[Loves Eating Carrots: Speaking of which, why is that Richest Little Heiress of Heaven Dou always picking on us? It seems like she's looking for trouble every time she shows up.]

[Viper-Hearted Big Sister: Who knows? It's just that spoiled young miss temper! Tsk tsk, I don't even know who her father is to be so arrogant! My grandfather is a Titled Douluo and I wouldn't dare be this stuck-up!]

Seeing this, the emotions Ning Rongrong had just managed to calm plummeted to the bottom once more.

"Wuu..."

Uncooperative tears welled up again, swirling in her eyes.

Ning Rongrong pouted, her shoulders heaving with sobs.

She looked entirely like a rain-drenched pear blossom, a pitiful sight to behold.

She didn't know what she had done wrong; she was just lonely, wanting to make friends and talk to people.

Why was she hated by so many?

Just then, another message popped up.

[Child Without Parents: You guys should stop talking. Actually, she's not that bad in real life; she just has a bit of a princess temper, her heart isn't bad.]

[Child Without Parents: @Richest Little Heiress of Heaven Dou, Rongrong, you should hurry up and sincerely apologize to everyone.]

He knows me?

Then who is he?

Ning Rongrong froze for a moment, a surge of immense confusion rising in her heart.

But the warmth of someone speaking up for her still outweighed her doubts.

She sniffled and honestly sent a voice message.

[Richest Little Heiress of Heaven Dou: I... I'm sorry... (Voice Message)]

The other group members, including Xiao Wu.

At first, they hadn't taken it to heart, not believing for a second that this young miss would genuinely admit fault, assuming it was just another whim of a spoiled girl.

But when they tapped the voice message and heard the first half, which tried to sound steady, followed by the choked-up, tearful voice in the second half, they were all stunned.

No way, sister.

You're actually serious?

For a moment, the entire group fell into an eerie silence once again.

Ning Rongrong watched the message that had gone unanswered for so long, and the disappointment in her heart plummeted to freezing point.

At this moment, the person who had spoken up for her earlier sent another message.

[Child Without Parents: Say something, you all. Don't make things too awkward for her. I know you might find it hard to believe that someone could change so quickly.]

[Child Without Parents: I can only reveal this much: in Rongrong's family, there are at least two Titled Douluo, and both are renowned powerhouses on the continent.]

[Child Without Parents: Her heart isn't bad; she's just been spoiled rotten at home. I can see she's genuinely admitting her mistakes now, so why don't you all give her a chance?]

Seeing this, everyone currently watching the group chat finally understood.

No wonder she had such a severe case of "young miss" temperament and an inherent sense of superiority.

Good heavens, two Titled Douluo in her family!

And they were both top-tier figures on the continent!

Holy crap!

With a background like that... if it were their families, wouldn't they be even more arrogant than Ning Rongrong?

Looking at it from this perspective, Ning Rongrong having a bit of a temper didn't seem like such a big deal, did it?

After all, some young masters with mere noble titles were already bullying others or indulging in debauchery at this age—some were even hosting wild parties!

Then, within a second, four or five messages popped up.

[Big Cat in the Night: No wonder. Alright, I was a bit harsh earlier, I forgive you.]

[Loves Eating Carrots: Same here!]

[Viper-Hearted Big Sister: So that's how it is... fine, Big Sister forgives you too.]

[Ice-Snow Smart: Sister, I forgive you too. Come here, let's have a hug!]

Looking at the messages appearing one after another in the chat box—awkward, yet filled with genuine kindness—Ning Rongrong's eyes turned red once again.

But this time, it wasn't because of grievance.

It was because of being moved.

Hot tears slid down her cheeks, but her heart felt filled with something, warm and fuzzy.

Ning Rongrong suddenly realized that these people in the group... didn't seem so bad after all?

In fact... they seemed quite nice.

[Richest Little Heiress of Heaven Dou: Thank you all for being willing to forgive me... Next time you come to buy things at the Seven Treasure Chamber of Commerce under the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, mention my name, Ning Rongrong, and I'll have them give you a thirty percent discount... Oh no, forty percent! No, wait, fifty percent! (A voice message, nasal but trying hard to sound generous)]

After sending this, she seemed to feel it wasn't secure enough, so she quickly added a soft-spoken follow-up:

[Richest Little Heiress of Heaven Dou: You can't go any lower, okay... If it goes any lower, we might actually lose money. (A weak voice)]

Seven Treasure Chamber of Commerce: Young Miss, is it possible that we're already losing money at fifty percent off?

These few sentences, with their extreme contrast, immediately made everyone in the group burst into laughter, while at the same time, it stirred up even greater waves in their hearts.

She was actually the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

That Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, which was as wealthy as a nation and possessed the strongest support-type martial soul!

No wonder she was so... before.

[Loves Eating Carrots: Pfft, hahaha... Rongrong, you're so funny! I've decided to make you my friend!]

[Richest Little Heiress of Heaven Dou: Tee-hee, I'm so happy to know you too!]

[Big Cat in the Night: Hmm. I won't comment on your discount policy, but having one more friend is not a bad thing.]

[Ice-Snow Smart: Me too! So happy to meet you, Rongrong!]

[Viper-Hearted Big Sister: Fine, I finally understand why you were so arrogant before. Well, it's nice to know you, little heiress of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!]

Watching the scene in the group finally clear up, turning harmonious and happy.

Far away in the Crown Prince's Mansion of Heaven Dou, Qian Renxue's lips curled up slightly, unconsciously.

Even she didn't notice the rare trace of gentleness in her smile.

Her fingertips tapped lightly, and she sent another message.

[Child Without Parents: @Richest Little Heiress of Heaven Dou, Rongrong, in the future, think more about how others feel when you speak. You're a big girl now; don't always act like a thoughtless little child.]

Although Qian Renxue belonged to the Martial Soul Hall faction and had only come to Heaven Dou to carry out a mission, and meeting Ning Rongrong was merely a coincidence.

By all logic, she should have enjoyed seeing this little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect being ostracized, or even having her future affected.

But perhaps it was because those who have walked through the rain always want to hold an umbrella for others.

That bone-deep loneliness was something Qian Renxue, who had come to the Heaven Dou Empire to carry out her mission since she was young, understood all too well.

Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Seeing this message, Ning Rongrong's heart was filled with gratitude.