The Four Scoundrels Get Beaten, Fu Qin Stays Clean

Tang San bent down to let Xiao Wu climb onto his back. The moment he straightened up, he felt as if a thousand pounds had landed on him; his legs buckled instantly, and his vision went black.

"Thud!"

He face-planted directly into the dirt, and Xiao Wu was tossed to the side.

"Third Brother!" Xiao Wu exclaimed, though she didn't seem particularly worried, instead wearing an expression that suggested she was watching a show.

Seeing this, Zhu Zhuqing's eyes were filled with disdain.

Ning Rongrong covered her mouth to stifle a giggle, whispering to Zhu Zhuqing, "Look at him. He wants to carry someone, but he's clearly overestimating his own strength."

Zhu Zhuqing let out a cold snort and said nothing, but the contempt in her eyes said it all.

Tang San saw stars, his lip split and bleeding. He struggled to get up, only to find his entire body limp and weak. He didn't even have the strength to lift his arms, so he could only lie there in the dirt, consumed by regret.

If he had known, he wouldn't have been foolish enough to visit the brothel last night. Now, not only had he lost face in front of Xiao Wu, but he didn't even have the strength to carry her.

Xiao Wu feigned a helpless sigh and turned to look at Fu Qin. A flash of cunning crossed her eyes, and she gave him a playful wink, the meaning clear: Come and carry me.

Fu Qin understood immediately. He stepped forward, helped Xiao Wu up, and brushed the dust off her skirt.

"Sister Xiao Wu, are you alright?" he asked in a low voice, his tone filled with doting.

"I'm fine, my legs are just a bit weak." Xiao Wu leaned into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck, her voice soft and sweet. "Fu Qin, you carry me instead. Your Third Brother... he doesn't seem to be in a convenient state."

Fu Qin leaned down, letting Xiao Wu climb onto his back, and supported her thighs with his hands.

The warm sensation seeping through their clothes made his heart flutter.

Xiao Wu's arms were looped around his neck, her cheek pressed against his ear. Her warm breath tickled his earlobe, carrying a sweet, fragrant scent.

"Fu Qin, you're so strong."

"Of course. How else would I serve you?" Fu Qin lowered his head and whispered in her ear, his voice husky with ambiguity.

Xiao Wu's face turned bright red. She gave him a playful pinch, but couldn't help pressing her body even closer, a happy smile blooming on her lips.

She knew that Fu Qin truly cherished her, unlike Tang San, who only knew how to say nice things and do things that led to disappointment.

Reborn into this life, she would never again foolishly revolve around Tang San. She would hold tightly to the happiness before her, grow stronger with Fu Qin, and walk with him until the very end.

Ning Rongrong followed behind, watching the back of Fu Qin carrying Xiao Wu, her eyes filled with envy.

She also wanted to be carried so gently by Fu Qin, to feel his broad shoulders and powerful arms, but Xiao Wu had already taken the lead. She could only stomp her foot in secret, calculating when she might get Fu Qin to treat her the same way.

Zhu Zhuqing walked at the very back. Watching the intimate pair in front of her, her eyes remained calm, though her pace quickened.

To her, becoming stronger was the only thing that mattered. Romantic entanglements were never a consideration.

Tang San felt incredibly stifled watching this scene.

Fu Qin noticed the unwillingness flashing in Tang San's eyes and, without changing his expression, carried Xiao Wu to stand before him.

"Third Brother, although a Control-system Spirit Master doesn't need a top-tier physique, you really should exercise more."

Hearing Fu Qin's words, which were full of concern, Tang San felt a bitter ache in his heart.

"I..."

Before Tang San could speak, Fu Qin lifted his gaze to the path ahead.

"Third Brother, we should hurry. We can't fall behind."

With that, he carried Xiao Wu and ran forward. After all, that old man Flender had already started running; if they were any later, he and Xiao Wu would lose the group.

Seeing this, Tang San scrambled up from the ground.

Watching Fu Qin carry Xiao Wu, he felt no resentment toward Fu Qin, but rather a sense of admiration.

As Fu Qin ran, the sensation made his heart flutter.

Xiao Wu pressed her cheek against the side of Fu Qin's face, her small tongue occasionally brushing his earlobe.

Fu Qin sighed inwardly.

Women were truly like wine; the more you tasted them, the more mellow and fragrant they became. Even when you already possessed them, they remained intoxicating.

Evening.

The outpost on the outskirts of the Star Dou Forest.

The stir-fried vegetables and braised beef on the table were steaming, the aroma mouth-watering.

Fu Qin sat by the window, holding a peeled shrimp between his fingertips, and offered it to Xiao Wu's lips. "Eat slowly, Sister Xiao Wu. No one is going to snatch it from you."

Xiao Wu opened her mouth to take the shrimp, her cheeks bulging. Hidden deep in her eyes was a warmth that could not be melted away.

She wore a pale pink dress, her skin glowing like jade under the lamplight. Her long eyelashes fluttered gently. Having been reborn, she had shed the naivety of her past life, replaced by a mature charm.

When she looked at Fu Qin, her almond-shaped eyes were moist and lively. "Fu Qin, this braised beef is delicious. You should try some too."

She used her chopsticks to pick up a large piece of beef and carefully brought it to Fu Qin's lips, her movements intimate and natural.

Fu Qin opened his mouth and took a bite. The rich flavor of the beef melted on his tongue, warming his heart.

Ning Rongrong, sitting nearby, watched with jealousy. She pouted and deliberately held a piece of pastry out to Fu Qin, her voice coquettish, "Brother Fu Qin~~, my osmanthus cake is also very good. Don't you want to try mine?"

Ning Rongrong blinked her bright, almond-shaped eyes with a hint of playfulness, the softness at her chest swaying slightly with the movement, making it particularly eye-catching.

Fu Qin let out a helpless laugh, took a small bite of the pastry, and the sweet, non-greasy scent of osmanthus spread through his mouth. "Delicious."

He praised it, then casually picked up some greens for Ning Rongrong with his chopsticks. "Eating only sweets isn't good; eat more vegetables."

Ning Rongrong's cheeks flushed slightly as she obediently ate them, a sweet smile curling the corners of her lips.

Sitting opposite them, Zhu Zhuqing remained in her purple attire, her cold and glamorous features appearing even more exquisite under the lamplight. She cut the steak on her plate to herself with clean, efficient movements, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

Only the occasional glance toward Fu Qin and the others carried a trace of imperceptible curiosity.

In another corner of the inn, however, the atmosphere was already tense.

Ma Hongjun stared at the female students from Blue Sunshine Academy, his eyes lecherous, while filthy language poured from his mouth like a barrage: "Tsk tsk, this figure is even more exciting than the girls in the brothels."

Oscar chimed in from the side, toying with a sausage in his hand and grinning cheekily: "Little Ao Brand Infatuation Sausage, want to try some? I guarantee it'll leave you wanting more."

Although Dai Mubai didn't speak, the greed in his evil eyes could not be hidden; he clearly tacitly approved of their words and actions.

The female students of Blue Sunshine Academy were flushed with anger, each of them gritting their teeth, but they dared not lash out for the moment, hindered by the fact that the others were students of Shrek Academy.

"Clean up your mouths!" A middle-aged man in a green shirt stood up; it was Ye Zhiqiu, the lead teacher of Blue Sunshine Academy.

His Spirit King-level spirit power was fully revealed.

"Is this how Shrek Academy teaches its students?"

Ma Hongjun stiffened his neck, his face arrogant: "So what? We're telling the truth! Those who dare not cause trouble are mediocre; if you have the guts, try touching us!"