Douluo: I Won't Hide It Anymore, Qian Renxue Is My Wife

Bibi Dong felt the warmth in her left hand, along with the sudden concern.

For no reason, her heart gave a sharp thump. She lowered her head to look.

His little hand was clutching hers, and she froze slightly.

"Wow... Teacher Bibi, your hand is injured. It'll get infected like this. We need to suck out the blood and apply some medicine!"

Qian Ye said exaggeratedly.

Yet all Bibi Dong saw was the anxious look on his face.

Not mockery or ridicule.

A warmth suddenly flashed through Bibi Dong's heart.

She could no longer remember how long it had been since someone had cared for her so sincerely.

She realized that Qian Ye's genuine concern had suddenly moved her.

But had Xiaogang ever cared about her?

Did he really love her?

If he did, why had he left without looking back?

Bibi Dong's heart was bleeding. She was torn, conflicted, disappointed, lonely, and miserable.

Yet no amount of outward splendor could heal the wounds in her heart.

So, little by little, she shifted her pain onto others and built her happiness upon their suffering, using it to vent her resentment.

Once, she too had been a pure and cheerful young girl, laughing brightly.

Now, all that remained was indifference and cold laughter.

She hated everyone, even herself and her own body.

She tormented others, and she tormented herself.

She hated everyone, yet she wanted to conquer everyone as well.

She was a formidable heroine who surpassed men.

She was the first Empress on Douluo Continent to stir up such immense waves.

Bibi Dong, an extraordinary woman.

Her story could be written into an epic masterpiece.

Just then...

Qian Ye pressed his lips to the wound on her hand and sucked out the clotted blood, mouthful by mouth.

Feeling the warm touch in her palm, Bibi Dong shuddered all over.

Her heart warmed again.

A faint numbness spread through her body.

Did he... truly care about her?

Mm, he was only six years old. He probably wasn't pretending.

It had been a very, very long time since Bibi Dong had been cared for, warmed, and touched at such close range.

She might stand high above all others as the Pope of Spirit Hall, wielding power second only to one and above ten thousand.

She appeared unapproachable, intimidating as she looked down upon the masses, enjoying limitless glory.

Yet behind it all lay the persistence, loneliness, and girlish thoughts of a little woman.

Once her lonely heart, left unmoistened for so long, was opened by someone, her maternal affection would pour forth like a cascading waterfall.

As a transmigrator familiar with the original plot of Douluo Continent, no one understood Bibi Dong better than Qian Ye.

This woman did not lack power, money, or strength.

All she lacked was love.

Someone who could move her, enter her heart, and give her enough warmth.

In truth, Bibi Dong deeply lacked a sense of security.

Even though her strength ranked among the top five on Douluo Continent, she still lacked a sense of security.

That was why she worked hard, harder, and continued working hard to become stronger—to become the strongest on Douluo Continent.

Bibi Dong had devoured Qian Xunji and wanted to seize the position of Angel Divinity, but reality did not permit it.

While she was still dazed, Qian Ye had already sucked the clotted blood clean from her wound.

Bibi Dong neither refused nor resisted.

She wanted to resist, but her body would not obey her.

She became conflicted and torn again.

Then Qian Ye decisively grabbed the hem of his clothes, tore off a long strip of fabric, and began bandaging her wound.

Qian Ye bandaged her carefully and seriously.

This little injury was nothing to her.

Yet she found herself enjoying this treatment.

Bibi Dong simply watched him do all this for her.

She watched him tear up his new clothes just to bandage her.

She realized that the corners of her eyes had become moist!

Why... why was this happening on its own?

Why was she so moved by a little brat that she was shedding tears?

Why... why was all of this happening?

Buzz—

Soul Power suddenly bloomed from Qian Ye's body. A purple soul ring rose from beneath him as he spread his hands and held them upright before his chest. "First Soul Skill: Healing Carrot!"

At once, a fresh carrot appeared in his hand.

Qian Ye grabbed Bibi Dong's fair, delicate hand again and stuffed the carrot into it. "Teacher Bibi, this is a carrot made by the first soul skill of my Carrot Martial Soul."

"It's also called a Healing Carrot. Eat it, and your wound will heal immediately."

Bibi Dong: "..."

As the students ran, they watched Qian Ye's actions toward Bibi Dong in confusion.

Anyone unaware of the situation would have thought there was something between him and Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong tightly gripped the Healing Carrot in her hand. She neither refused it nor ate it right away.

Qian Ye stopped at the right point. Nothing could be overdone, or it would backfire and all his efforts would be wasted.

It looked like Bibi Dong had already been moved by him somewhat!

Qian Ye believed that even if Bibi Dong was an immense, unapproachable iceberg, he would warm her up.

Chapter 24: Winning Her Over

"Xiaoxue, keep it up!"

Qian Ye cheered for Qian Renxue on the training field.

"Brother Qian Ye!" Qian Renxue smiled happily and continued running forward with effort.

With him by her side, she was happy and full of energy.

At the moment, she was leading the pack.

Aside from her talent, Qian Renxue had trained with Qian Ye since childhood, building up her physical fitness.

It was not something her classmates could compare to.

Only Rou Shui lagged far behind.

After just a few laps, she was already running out of strength.

Qian Ye glanced at her. With only level-three Soul Power and no special physical training since childhood, this was about as fast as she could go.

Seeing Qian Ye looking at her, Rou Shui gave an awkward smile before continuing forward.

She was not fast, but she persisted without giving up.

That was what Qian Ye admired about her.

She was not strong, but she was tenacious.

Without talent, she worked hard.

Otherwise, if she had neither talent nor diligence, she would be even weaker.

But whether it was Qian Renxue, Rou Shui, or the other students, after a few laps, they were already drenched in sweat and struggling to keep going.

After all, these children were only six years old. How much stamina could they possibly have?

Even climbing a hundred-meter hill would leave them panting for a long while.

After all, they were not Qian Ye or Tang San. They could climb a hundred-meter hill in seconds without blushing, panting, or even making their hearts race.

They could only take it one step at a time, struggling slowly upward, and might not even make it to the top.

That was the difference between giants and ordinary people.

Ordinary people could never catch up to the strides of giants.

By now, several students had stopped running midway.

The sudden physical training had left them gasping for breath. How could they keep running?

Neither their hearts nor their lungs could adapt to such sudden, intense exercise.

Half the students on the training field were now panting heavily, clutching their chests in discomfort.

Their faces were flushed from the rapid blood circulation brought on by the strenuous exercise.

"Qian Ye, are you very familiar with her?"

Suddenly, Bibi Dong's voice reached his ears again like a bolt from the blue.

"Who?" Qian Ye thought she was asking about Rou Shui.

Bibi Dong said, "Qian Renxue?"

You don't know?

Qian Ye understood that Bibi Dong was trying to probe him.

In reality, she was asking about Qian Renxue's life. "Mm, we're neighbors."

Neighbors?!

A cold glint flashed through Bibi Dong's eyes. Little brat, he was lying again. "Mm, do you like her?"

Qian Ye answered seriously, "How should I put it? Xiaoxue and I have been playing together since we were little."

"We have a very good relationship and can talk about almost anything."

"Besides, Xiaoxue is adorable and sensible. The grandpas all like her."

Bibi Dong only listened without saying anything.

Looks like I should give her something more concrete!

Qian Ye organized his thoughts before continuing, "Xiaoxue grew up with her grandfather. She didn't have her parents by her side from a young age."

"I remember she was always talking about her mother, over and over."

"She missed her mother so much that she would cry."

"Xiaoxue often asked her grandfather why her mother did not want her and why she never came to see her."