Thinking of this, Le Zhengyue's face curved into a smile.
Taking control of Tang Wulin's system would also bring him great benefits.
However, when he'd left earlier, he'd noticed that Jiang Nannan still hadn't come back, even after all this time. That left him a little puzzled.
After all, Yue Zhengyu's courtyard was some distance away, but not that far. She still should have returned by now.
At that thought, Le Zhengyue's eyes shifted slightly.
He didn't know his cheap older brother's personality all that well, but over the years, despite being only around ten, the other boy had already had several women.
He hadn't pursued anyone else after getting together with Xu Xiaoyan, but who knew what he'd be like at this stage?
He had only inherited memories; he hadn't been reborn.
At that thought, Le Zhengyue's eyes narrowed slightly.
He hurriedly opened the door, left his room, and headed for the residential area of the old estate.
Meanwhile, in Yue Zhengyu's courtyard, Jiang Nannan stood facing the young man, her expression wary.
They were about the same age, both around eleven or twelve.
Because of Le Zhengyue, Jiang Nannan hadn't been wary of Yue Zhengyu at first.
She'd assumed he was someone who devoted himself entirely to cultivation.
But after she knocked and called out to him, he looked at her with a strange expression.
It wasn't the leering gaze of an ordinary lecher. It was a possessive look, as though he'd already decided she would be his.
So when he asked her name and who she was, Jiang Nannan hesitated.
But she still told him she was a maid.
When Yue Zhengyu heard she was Le Zhengyue's maid, he became even more brazen.
He reached out to take her hand, but she dodged him.
Their strength was about the same; both were currently around the second ring.
Normally, Jiang Nannan wouldn't have had any reason to hesitate, but she was staying with the Yue Family and was, in a sense, under their roof.
Besides, she wasn't sure how Yue Zhengyu felt about Le Zhengyue, so she was wary.
"All right, little sister. If you're willing to become my woman, I promise I won't treat you badly."
"You should know who I am. I'm the Yue Family's legitimate heir, and its future head.
"Wouldn't you be better off with me than with my little brother? Besides, my brother won't object."
Yue Zhengyu spoke gently, but as he stared at Jiang Nannan, his eyes brimmed with possessive certainty.
Under his gaze, Jiang Nannan took a step back.
She'd heard about Yue Zhengyu's Martial Soul. It was the Angel Family's inherited Martial Soul: the Angel Martial Soul.
And among the entire Yue Family, Yue Zhengyu was currently the only one who had received the Angel Inheritance.
After all, Le Zhengyue hadn't awakened the Angel Martial Soul, so he couldn't receive the Angel Inheritance.
So whether it was his Soul Spirit or anything else, Yue Zhengyu was top-tier.
He truly had the potential to defeat Yue Zhengen one day and become a Limit Douluo.
But when Jiang Nannan saw the greed beneath the warm smile in Yue Zhengyu's eyes, she shook her head.
A Limit Douluo was certainly powerful. She hadn't even reached that level in her previous life, but that still wasn't enough to attract her.
Or rather, it couldn't make her truly submit.
Only a boy like Le Zhengyue, who could become a god's chosen nurturer and possessed such terrifying resolve, could win her over.
"Yue Zhengyu, I've already told you. I'm Young Master Le Zhengyue's maid, and I have nothing to do with you."
"I came here only because Young Master Le Zhengyue asked me to tell you that the family head found you a teacher to guide your cultivation."
As she spoke, Jiang Nannan took another two steps back. She was almost out of the courtyard.
But when Yue Zhengyu saw how unwilling she was to play along, his warm smile gradually faded.
He was a lecher by nature.
Or perhaps it wasn't that he was a lecher; with his family background and looks, women were always throwing themselves at him.
As the Yue Family's legitimate heir and the bearer of the Angel Martial Soul, he had the looks, and on top of that, a terrifying family backing him.
If Xu Sanshi was the most lecherous one in Douluo II, then in Douluo III, it was undoubtedly Yue Zhengyu.
So, accustomed to women flocking to him, he was taken aback when Jiang Nannan refused him—especially with her looks.
She was still young, but Yue Zhengyu had never seen anyone as beautiful.
Seeing such a beauty about to leave, Yue Zhengyu didn't waste another word.
He raised his hand, and the massive Holy Angel Martial Soul appeared behind him, unleashing a terrifying holy power.
He reached straight for Jiang Nannan.
Jiang Nannan's eyes narrowed.
She wanted to fight back. After all, she still possessed the power of a Super Douluo within her body, the strength from her previous life.
But when she looked at Yue Zhengyu, she hesitated for a long moment. In the end, she didn't resist and let him pull her over.
"That's more like it. I won't treat you badly."
"With me around, wouldn't you be better off than with my little brother?"
Yue Zhengyu said with a smile.
He was actually testing Le Zhengyue.
In his original memories, there had been no one called Le Zhengyue, yet in this world, the boy clearly existed.
And he was only four or five years younger than Yue Zhengyu, and was indeed his mother's son.
There was proof of that, and it was what confused Yue Zhengyu most.
Even Le Zhengyue himself hadn't realized that his appearance had made Yue Zhengyu the one among them who trusted his memories least.
That was why, unlike the others, who used their memories to seek out their past-life partners or improve their cultivation, Yue Zhengyu had chosen to shut himself away.
He couldn't be sure those memories were real.
Of course, he'd also secretly sent people to investigate whether there was a girl named Xu Xiaoyan in Eastsea City.
Xu Xiaoyan, Tang Wulin, and Xie Xie all existed, but he still couldn't verify his memories.
Especially when he remembered how loving he and Xu Xiaoyan had been in his previous life, Yue Zhengyu found it absurd.
Given his own womanizing nature, loving one girl faithfully for decades seemed impossible to him.
But just as he was pulling Jiang Nannan toward his room, a helpless voice reached them.
"Yue Zhengyu, Yue Zhengyu. I hadn't planned on falling out with you this soon, but now you're trying to take my woman."
"She's my woman. Stealing her from your own little brother—that's a pretty interesting move."
The helpless voice came from the entrance. In an instant, the gate melted away beneath a nine-colored glow.
As he looked at Le Zhengyue standing there, curiosity flickered in Yue Zhengyu's eyes.
He stared straight at his little brother.
"Xiaoyue, this has nothing to do with you. I've taken a liking to her."
"You're too young to be thinking about women. Wait until you're your brother's age."
As he spoke, Yue Zhengyu looked at Le Zhengyue, trying to put on the airs of an older brother.
But when Le Zhengyue met his gaze, he only smiled, that same gentle smile on his face.
Yet the first one to feel a chill at the sight of Le Zhengyue's smile wasn't Yue Zhengyu, but Jiang Nannan beside him.
Others didn't understand Le Zhengyue, but Jiang Nannan did.
The boy wore that smile all the time, but his smiles came in three varieties:
The first meant he was about to tease someone and thought it would be fun.
The second was a genuine performance of humility and gentleness.
And the smile on his face now was the third, his trademark expression for when he was angry.
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