Qin Feng Notices? Qian Renxue Panics! Diary Continues to Be Exposed!

Yet, Qian Renxue did not find it hateful.

When she read Qin Feng saying he understood her suffering and that she was stifling her own nature, that heart of hers, hard as iron, actually trembled.

Qian Renxue reached out, her fingertips gently tracing the mirror's surface, as if trying to touch the true self reflected within.

"So, I actually want to wear a dress?"

She whispered to herself.

In this world, everyone cares only about whether she flies high enough, whether her missions are completed, and whether the grand cause of Martial Soul Hall succeeds.

Only this Qin Feng, whom she had never met, cared about whether she was tired and whether she could wear beautiful dresses.

It was an experience she had never known before.

The feeling of being cherished.

But...

As her gaze fell upon the final line, "hold her in my arms and dote on her properly," Qian Renxue's cheeks, which had just calmed down, turned scorching hot once more.

"This man... what kind of messy thoughts are in his head?"

Qian Renxue spat, yet the corners of her mouth curled upward uncontrollably.

She looked down at her own body, one capable of driving any man in the world to madness, a hint of pride flashing in her eyes.

At least you have an eye for quality.

Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong stared at the contents of the Diary Copy, the anger she had accumulated over Yu Xiaogang replaced by an inexplicable emotion.

She let out a cold laugh, her scepter slamming heavily against the floor.

"A fine Qin Feng indeed."

"He just finished saying he would vent my frustrations, and in the next breath, he's doting on that rebellious daughter."

Cold light flickered in Bibi Dong's eyes, her tone laced with an indescribable sourness. "First you set your sights on This Seat, then on Qian Renxue—are you trying to catch both mother and daughter in one net?"

What a greedy, insatiable fellow.

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling slightly.

Although her relationship with Qian Renxue was like fire and water, seeing Qin Feng praise Qian Renxue so explicitly—even wanting to "hold her in his arms and dote on her"—made her feel as if her chest were stuffed with cotton; it was thoroughly stifling.

"Men, they really are fickle creatures."

Bibi Dong closed the diary, unwilling to look at the words that unsettled her, yet mere seconds later, she found herself opening it again as if possessed.

Blue Tyrant Academy, female dormitory.

It was late into the night, but the three girls in the room felt no sleepiness.

Ning Rongrong's eyes were wide, her small mouth agape, her face a mask of disbelief.

"Xue Qinghe... is actually Qian Renxue?!"

"The Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire is actually an impostor from Martial Soul Hall?!"

The impact of this information was so great that even she, the little devil of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, felt her scalp tingle.

If this information were to leak, the entire Douluo Continent would likely be turned upside down.

Zhu Zhuqing remained her usual cold self, but her beautiful eyes were equally filled with shock.

"No wonder Qin Feng said she was a sleeper agent."

Zhu Zhuqing said in a low voice, "Such schemes and methods are truly terrifying."

Xiao Wu blinked, her focus clearly drifting elsewhere: "Is that Qian Renxue really as beautiful as Qin Feng wrote? An Angel descended to earth..."

As she spoke, Xiao Wu puffed out her chest with a touch of defiance; though not massive, it was quite shapely.

"I think I'm quite pretty too, yet I haven't seen Qin Feng praise me like that."

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong snapped back to reality and gave a soft huff: "Exactly! I think Qin Feng just hasn't seen the world. Between Zhuqing and me, who is inferior to that so-called Qian Renxue?"

She turned to look at Zhu Zhuqing, her gaze lingering for a moment on that explosive figure, a flash of envy in her eyes.

"Especially Zhuqing—with a figure like this, can that Qian Renxue even compare?"

Zhu Zhuqing's face flushed slightly, but upon hearing this, she subconsciously straightened her back, showcasing those breathtaking curves.

"We not only possess the Diary Copy, but we also know this earth-shattering secret."

Zhu Zhuqing quickly calmed down, saying in a low voice, "This matter must never be spread. Otherwise, not only will we bring great trouble upon ourselves, but Qin Feng's identity will also be exposed."

Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu nodded, their expressions grave.

Though they often bickered, they knew the gravity of the situation.

But...

Ning Rongrong looked at the string of "wife" and "heartache" in the diary and couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"This Qin Feng is such a lecher, falling for every girl he sees!"

"Next time I see him, I must teach him a good lesson!"

Xiao Wu waved her little fist in agreement, "That's right, let him know the price of being a playboy!"

The three girls were united in their indignation. Although they were cursing Qin Feng, deep down, they all felt a strong sense of rivalry toward the woman they had never met, Qian Renxue.

What kind of woman could make Qin Feng think of her so incessantly?

Just as the various parties were reacting, the tip of the pen in Qin Feng's hand turned, and he began to write again.

[However, there is one thing that I find strange.]

[It's one thing for that woman Qian Renxue to come watch my match today; after all, this young master is gifted with extraordinary talent, and it's hard not to attract attention.]

[But for her to actually ask me to be her teacher, that Crown Prince Tutor position, that is just too bizarre.]

[Although my theoretical knowledge crushes that trash Yu Xiaogang and my strength is decent among the younger generation, there is no need for Qian Renxue to go this far, right?]

[If it were the previous Xue Qinghe, it would be understandable as a gesture of respect for talent.]

[But the current "Xue Qinghe" is Qian Renxue! She is that arrogant Saintess of Martial Soul Hall!]

[What she is doing is simply inexplicable.]

[Could it be that she discovered something?]

Qin Feng frowned slightly, the tip of his pen tapping lightly on the paper, leaving a blot of ink.

[This kind of move, no matter how you look at it, risks exposing her identity.]

[The strength I've displayed is good, but it hasn't reached the level where Qian Renxue would take such a risk to recruit me.]

[Analyzing it from every angle, the disadvantages outweigh the advantages!]

Qin Feng shook his head and quickly cast the thought to the back of his mind.

[But perhaps I'm overthinking it!]

[After all, for a genius as talented and strikingly handsome as me, it's normal for Qian Renxue to want to recruit me.]

[Who could refuse someone as excellent as me?]

[Setting aside this strange point, I am actually quite happy to be Qian Renxue's teacher!]

[Just think, in the future at the Crown Prince Mansion, I can legitimately instruct her.]

[And most importantly, Qian Renxue doesn't know that I have already seen through her identity.]

[When the time comes, I will pretend to know nothing and interact with her as her senior.]

[If I'm in the mood one day, I'll pat her on the chest in front of everyone and say: We're all buddies, don't be so formal!]

[Hehe, I wonder what kind of expression Qian Renxue will have then?]

[I bet it will be as colorful as an overturned dye vat. Just thinking about that scene makes me feel amused and thrilled!]

Inside the bedchamber of the Crown Prince Mansion.

Qian Renxue looked at the updated content in the diary. The ripples of emotion that had risen because of the word "heartache" vanished instantly, replaced by a wave of panic.

"Have I been found out?"