A Triple Kill Against Gangzi

Bibi Dong truly wanted to tear Qian Mochen to pieces with her glare.

Qian Mochen, could you please act like a decent human being?

Qian Mochen had certainly enjoyed playing hands-off boss these past few days, but the price was that Bibi Dong had practically been living in Pope Hall.

Now that she had finally finished her work, she was being sent out again without even a moment to catch her breath.

Was she going to see that bastard Yu Xiaogang?

Hearing the latter half of his words, Bibi Dong immediately swallowed the curse that was about to leave her mouth. Instantly energized, she rose and dragged Qian Mochen outside by the arm.

"Let's go! Hurry up!"

Qian Mochen did not resist and let Bibi Dong pull him along as he leisurely said, "Do you want Gangzi's heart to break once more?"

"What bad idea are you plotting now???" Seeing that familiar look in his eyes, Bibi Dong immediately took a step back and stared at Qian Mochen warily.

Qian Mochen spread his hands with an innocent expression. "I'm a peace-loving person!"

"Hmph, you?" Bibi Dong conveyed her disdain with a look.

"I'm not teasing you anymore. If you want to make Gangzi despair, then when we see him later, listen to everything I say."

"I can do that, but if I cooperate with your little act, I should get some of my debt reduced, right?" After thinking for several breaths, Bibi Dong began bargaining, imitating Qian Mochen.

Back then, Qian Mochen had directly quantified the debt of gratitude Bibi Dong owed Spirit Hall and the Qian Family under that wager.

A full ten million Gold Soul Coins of debt weighed on Bibi Dong. Besides working for Qian Mochen every day, she spent half her remaining time cultivating, and the rest thinking of ways to reduce her debt.

"Fine. If you perform well this time, I'll waive one thousand Gold Soul Coins. How about it?"

"Deal!"

Having settled the terms, the two soon arrived outside the reception hall.

Hearing footsteps pacing back and forth inside, Qian Mochen took Bibi Dong's hand and signaled with his eyes for her to go in first.

Bibi Dong stared wide-eyed at Qian Mochen's hand, then at him, her gaze rapidly asking: What are you doing? Taking advantage of me?

Qian Mochen answered with his eyes as well: This is a great way to provoke Gangzi. Get inside already, or your Xiaogang will lose patience.

Bibi Dong tried to pull free, but Qian Mochen's hand was like an iron clamp, firmly locked around hers. She could only warn him with her eyes not to push his luck.

The moment Bibi Dong pushed open the door and stepped across the threshold, Yu Xiaogang, who had heard the sound, immediately looked over.

Seeing the Bibi Dong he had longed for day and night, Yu Xiaogang instinctively stood up. Calling out, "Dong'er," he quickly approached, reaching to take Bibi Dong's hand.

Looking at Bibi Dong's noticeably more refined makeup, Yu Xiaogang felt a trace of comfort in his heart.

Dong'er must have spent time dressing up carefully just to see him.

Sure enough, his Dong'er still loved him!

Yu Xiaogang completely failed to notice the faint disgust and revulsion in Bibi Dong's eyes. The moment he reached out, Bibi Dong stepped back, neatly avoiding his hand.

"Dong'er?"

Yu Xiaogang's face held a trace of confusion, and hurt flashed through his eyes, as though they were asking, why did you reject me?

"Gangzi, Dong'er isn't a name you're allowed to call her."

Yu Xiaogang's attention was immediately drawn to Qian Mochen, who stood close behind Bibi Dong. The next second, he saw Bibi Dong's hand tightly clasped with Qian Mochen's.

"Who are you!"

"Who gave you permission to hold Dong'er's hand!"

Seeing someone touch what he considered his possession, Yu Xiaogang loudly questioned Qian Mochen.

Qian Mochen snorted coldly. The pressure of a Titled Douluo instantly crushed Yu Xiaogang to the floor.

"Dong'er, for your sake, I'll overlook this man's offense against me. But only this once."

Qian Mochen gazed at Bibi Dong with an expression of "deep affection."

Bibi Dong directly rolled her eyes. Clearly, you were the one who wanted to torment Yu Xiaogang, yet you had to use me as an excuse.

Yu Xiaogang climbed up from the ground and stared at Qian Mochen in disbelief, repeatedly muttering, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Qian Mochen looked at most three to five years older than him, yet he was already a Titled Douluo. And what about himself?

He was still wasting his years as a level twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster.

"How could a frog at the bottom of a well glimpse the brilliance of the bright moon?"

"Dong'er begged me, so I allowed her to see you one last time. If you dare covet Dong'er again, I'll slaughter both you and that old dragon behind you!"

Yu Xiaogang trembled in body and mind. With a heartbroken expression, he looked toward the silent Bibi Dong, wanting one final answer from her.

"Dong'er!"

"Have you forgotten the vows we once swore to each other!"

"Dong'er, I still remember how, five days ago, you happily told me that you were going to report our feelings to the Pope..."

As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang seemed to seize his last straw of hope. He looked at Bibi Dong urgently. "Dong'er, did he force you? I'll write to my father immediately and have him seek justice from the Pope!"

Qian Mochen watched Yu Xiaogang's performance with great interest. As expected of Gangzi, who had practically nailed devotion to his body. Forget Bibi Dong—even he, as a bystander, was nearly moved by their love story.

With a tug of his hand, Qian Mochen pulled Bibi Dong into his arms. As though he did not notice her body stiffen instantly, he lowered his head and leaned close to her ear. The love flowing from his peach-blossom eyes made the flames of jealousy in Yu Xiaogang's heart blaze fiercely.

"Now it's your turn to perform, my maid. You know what you should say, don't you?"

The tips of Bibi Dong's ears reddened slightly. She quietly dug her nails into her flesh to keep herself calm, softly murmured an assent, then looked at Yu Xiaogang. Yet the words she spoke utterly shattered Gangzi's final shred of hope.

"Mo Chen and I truly love each other. As for you, you were merely a game between Mo Chen and me."

"Now that we have met today, don't come again in the future. I'll have the guards revoke your access permit."

After saying that, Bibi Dong decisively pulled Qian Mochen away.

Watching their merciless retreating figures, Yu Xiaogang staggered backward and had to brace himself against the table and chairs to avoid collapsing in humiliation. He gave a miserable laugh as two trails of tears slid from the corners of his eyes.

Ha—ha—

Hahahaha!

"Bibi Dong, Mo Chen!"

Yu Xiaogang laughed and cried at the same time. Deep in his eyes, a flame called vengeance flared to life with a bang.

Bibi Dong, Mo Chen, I, Yu Xiaogang, will make you pay!

For today's humiliation, I will repay you both double someday!

Climbing back up from the ground, Yu Xiaogang left Spirit Hall in a daze.

Qian Mochen watched Gangzi's departing back in the distance, the smile on his face thoroughly pleased.

[Due to the host's actions, Bibi Dong became deeply embarrassed and angry. Reward: 3,000 Emotion Points.]

[Due to the host's actions, Yu Xiaogang suffered a mental breakdown. Reward: 100,000 Emotion Points.]

As expected of Gangzi. He was always thinking of his brother; even after coming here, he had delivered a generous gift.

Qian Mochen counted his current assets. Gangzi had given him two hundred-thousand-point gift packs, and together with the scattered Emotion Points from Bibi Dong and his elder brother Qian Xunji, he now had a total of two hundred and thirty thousand.