Brotherly Love? Not a Chance

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Le Zhengyue's face.

Controlling Tang Wulin's system would bring him immense benefits.

However, he had noticed when he left earlier that Jiang Nannan still hadn't returned after such a long time, which left him feeling somewhat puzzled.

After all, although Le Zhengyu's courtyard was a bit of a distance away, it wasn't that far; it was strange that she hadn't returned yet.

At this thought, Le Zhengyue's eyes flickered.

He didn't know his cheap brother's personality all that well, but even though the guy was only around ten years old, he had already had several women over the years.

Although he hadn't sought anyone else since getting together with Xu Xiaoyan, it was hard to say what he was like during this phase.

He only possessed the memories; he was not a reborn soul.

Thinking of this, Le Zhengyue's gaze narrowed slightly.

He hurriedly opened the door, left the room, and headed toward the residential area of the old mansion.

Meanwhile, in Le Zhengyu's courtyard, Jiang Nannan stood there, watching the young man in front of her with a wary expression.

The two were about the same age, around eleven or twelve.

Originally, because of Le Zhengyue, Jiang Nannan hadn't felt any apprehension toward Le Zhengyu.

She had simply assumed he was a guy focused entirely on cultivation.

But after she knocked on the door to call him, he had looked at her with a strange gaze.

It wasn't the lecherous look of a typical pervert, but rather a sense of possessiveness that signaled he was determined to have her.

So, when he asked for her name and status, Jiang Nannan hesitated.

Still, she told him she was a maid.

Upon hearing that she was Le Zhengyue's maid, Le Zhengyu became even more uninhibited.

He tried to reach out and grab her hand, but she dodged him.

Their strength was roughly equal, both at about the two-ring cultivation level.

Normally, Jiang Nannan wouldn't have been worried, but she was currently living in the Yue Family, essentially under someone else's roof.

Added to that, she wasn't sure of Le Zhengyu's attitude toward Le Zhengyue, so she was somewhat cautious.

"Alright, little sister, as long as you are willing to become my woman, I will definitely not treat you poorly."

"You should know my status; I am the direct descendant of the Yue Family and the future head of the house."

"Isn't following me better than following my younger brother? Besides, my brother wouldn't refuse."

Le Zhengyu's voice was gentle, but as he stared at Jiang Nannan, his eyes held a look of inevitable conquest.

Facing his gaze, Jiang Nannan took a step back.

She had heard of Le Zhengyu's martial soul; it was the inherited martial soul of the Angel Family, the Holy Angel Martial Soul.

Furthermore, within the entire Yue Family, Le Zhengyu was indeed the only one who had received the Angel Inheritance.

After all, since Le Zhengyue hadn't awakened the Holy Angel Martial Soul, he naturally couldn't receive the Angel Inheritance.

Thus, whether in terms of spirit souls or other aspects, Le Zhengyu was top-tier.

He truly had the potential to defeat Le Zhengen in the future and become a Limit Douluo.

However, looking at the greed hidden within Le Zhengyu's gentle smile, Jiang Nannan shook her head.

Although a Limit Douluo was very strong—she hadn't even reached that level in her past life—it couldn't attract her.

Or rather, it couldn't make her truly submit.

Only a youth like Le Zhengyue, who could become a mentor to gods and possessed such terrifying mental fortitude, could win her over.

"Young Master Le Zhengyu, I have already said that I am Young Master Le Zhengyue's maid; I have nothing to do with you."

"I only called you over this time because Young Master Le Zhengyue asked me to inform you that the family head has found a teacher to guide your cultivation."

As Jiang Nannan spoke, she retreated two more steps, nearly exiting the courtyard.

Seeing Jiang Nannan being so unappreciative, the gentle smile on Le Zhengyu's face began to fade.

He was naturally very lecherous.

Or rather, it wasn't just that he was lecherous; given his family background and appearance, there were plenty of women lining up to throw themselves at him.

As the direct descendant of the Yue Family and a successor to the Holy Angel Martial Soul, his looks were undeniable, coupled with his terrifying family background.

If Xu Sanshi was the most lecherous in the second installment, then Le Zhengyu was definitely the one in the third.

So, accustomed to women throwing themselves at him, seeing Jiang Nannan refuse—especially given her beauty—he was incensed.

Even though she wasn't old, her looks were something Le Zhengyu had rarely seen.

Seeing such a beauty trying to leave, Le Zhengyu didn't waste any more words.

He raised his hand, and his massive Holy Angel Martial Soul appeared behind him, bringing with it a terrifying holy power.

His palm reached out directly to grab Jiang Nannan.

This scene made Jiang Nannan's eyes narrow.

She wanted to resist; after all, she possessed the power of a Super Douluo within her body—the power belonging to her past life.

Yet, looking at Le Zhengyu's gaze, she hesitated for a long while and ultimately did not resist, allowing herself to be pulled away by Le Zhengyu.

"That's more like it. This young master won't treat you poorly."

"As long as you are with this young master, isn't that better than following that younger brother of mine?"

Le Zhengyu said with a smile.

In truth, he was also testing Le Zhengyue.

Because in his original memories, the character Le Zhengyue did not exist, yet in this world, the other party clearly existed.

Moreover, the other party was only four or five years younger than him and was indeed born to his mother.

The evidence for this was certain, and this was exactly what left Le Zhengyu the most confused.

In fact, even Le Zhengyue himself did not realize that it was precisely because of his appearance that Le Zhengyu had become the person among them all who trusted his own memories the least.

This was also why, compared to the others who all sought out their past-life partners or worked hard to improve their cultivation upon regaining their memories, Le Zhengyu had chosen to remain in seclusion instead.

Because he could not be certain that these memories were real.

Of course, he had also secretly sent people to investigate Eastsea City to see if there was a girl named Xu Xiaoyan.

Although people like Xu Xiaoyan, Tang Wulin, and Xie Xie all existed, he still could not verify his memories.

Especially when looking at the images of himself and Xu Xiaoyan being so deeply in love in his past life, Le Zhengyu felt it was somewhat absurd.

Relying on his own dashing and romantic nature, the idea that he could be as loving as ever with one girl, even for decades, was impossible in Le Zhengyu's mind.

But just as he was dragging Jiang Nannan, preparing to pull her into his room, a somewhat helpless voice drifted over.

"Le Zhengyu, oh Le Zhengyu, I originally didn't want to have a falling out with you so soon, but you even want to touch my woman."

"She is my woman. Competing with your own younger brother for a woman is quite interesting, isn't it?"

The helpless voice came from the doorway, and then the door was melted in an instant by a nine-colored luster.

Looking at Le Zhengyue who had appeared there, Le Zhengyu's eyes held a hint of curiosity.

He stared directly at his younger brother.

"Xiaoyue, this matter has nothing to do with you. I have taken a fancy to this woman."

"At your age, you shouldn't be thinking about women. Wait until you reach your brother's age to talk about that."

Le Zhengyu said, sweeping his gaze toward Le Zhengyue, trying to put on the airs of an older brother.

However, meeting Le Zhengyu's gaze, Le Zhengyue merely smiled, his face still wearing that gentle expression.

Yet, looking at Le Zhengyue's smile, the first person to feel a chill was not Le Zhengyu, but Jiang Nannan, who was standing to the side.

Others might not understand Le Zhengyue, but Jiang Nannan did.

The young man's face was always worn with this kind of smile, but his smiles were divided into three levels:

The first represented that he was preparing to tease someone and found it somewhat amusing.

The second was a genuine pretense of humility and gentleness.

And the smile currently on the young man's face belonged to his third signature expression—the smile that represented he was angry.