You Can't Even Use Your Last Name for the Child!! Ye Lingling, You're Playing Wild!

"Yanyan, wait!"

Yu Tianheng's shout came from behind her. Dugu Yan halted, her expression immediately darkening. She rolled her eyes irritably and turned around with a face full of impatience.

"Yu Tianheng, are you done yet? Wasn't I clear enough?"

If Yu Tianheng were still the same domineering, overbearing person he used to be, Dugu Yan would not have minded venting Lan Yu's anger by giving him a proper beating.

But over the past two months, Yu Tianheng seemed like a completely different person—humble to the point of groveling, relentlessly pestering her. With that persistent bootlicker act of his, even someone who hated him would probably have let it go after seeing it.

Thus, Dugu Yan had no interest in dealing with him anymore. Yet unexpectedly, even after she had made herself clear, Yu Tianheng only became more energized.

"Yanzi, don't joke with me." Yu Tianheng forced a bitter smile, looking utterly miserable.

"You know what kind of person Lan Yu is. He flirts everywhere and is a born womanizer. He'll never be like me, wholeheartedly devoted to treating only you well."

As soon as he finished, Dugu Yan's beautiful eyes turned sharp. With a face full of disgust, she snapped, "Stop making yourself sound so noble and devoted, and stop slandering Lan Yu!"

"So what if he's a womanizer? Not only am I going to stay with him, I'm going to bear his children too!"

How could Yanzi say something like that...

I treated her with such devotion, yet she...

Sob, sob, sob...

It's okay. Yanzi just doesn't understand my good intentions yet.

Time will prove my love for her!

Yu Tianheng repeatedly consoled himself inwardly. After a while, he put on a deeply affectionate and magnanimous expression again, speaking softly.

"It's fine, Yanzi. Even if you're carrying his child, I won't mind.

What does it matter whether it's my bloodline or not? As long as the child takes the Yu surname in the future."

Are you even human?!

A trace of absurdity, as though her worldview had collapsed, appeared in Dugu Yan's eyes.

"Are you sick?!"

She cursed at him, "Get lost! Even if Lan Yu died, it still wouldn't be your turn! You want the child to take your surname? Even you taking the child's surname wouldn't do!"

After cursing him out, Dugu Yan did not want to stay even half a second longer and turned to leave.

She was genuinely afraid that if she stayed any longer, Yu Tianheng's insanity might rub off on her.

Watching her retreating figure, the light in Yu Tianheng's eyes gradually went out. His legs gave way, and he dropped heavily to his knees.

Why? I've humbled myself this much, yet she still refuses to accept me?!

The pain in his heart could no longer be suppressed. He suddenly threw back his head and roared, "Lan Yu! Why did you have to come to Heaven Dou Academy?!"

"If there is Tianheng, why must there be Lan Yu..."

He muttered under his breath, his eyes full of unwillingness. Again and again, he repeated Dugu Yan's words: "Even if Lan Yu died, it still wouldn't be my turn?"

After saying that, a trace of madness and viciousness flashed through his eyes. "If that's the case, then I'll just get rid of everyone standing between you and me!"

After leaving the teaching building, Dugu Yan shook her head irritably.

Her gaze swept across the surroundings, and before long, she spotted Ye Lingling standing blankly in a corner.

"What is this silly girl spacing out over now?" Dugu Yan muttered as she quickly walked over.

"Lingling? Where's Lan Yu?"

At the sound of the familiar voice, Ye Lingling instantly came back to her senses. She abruptly looked up and saw Dugu Yan standing before her with her hands behind her back, her eyes darting around as though she were looking for someone.

"He... he went back first."

Ye Lingling's pretty face reddened. She answered haltingly, her eyes shifting evasively, while the hand resting against her neck showed no sign of lowering.

"Well, well. You little girl have some nerve, huh?"

Dugu Yan raised an eyebrow and circled around her once, clicking her tongue twice.

She had thought Ye Lingling had specifically asked Lan Yu out to confess to him, and she had been about to tease her.

But when she caught sight of Ye Lingling's dust-stained, wrinkled black dress, the smile on her face froze. She abruptly turned and stared at Ye Lingling's face.

Faint tear tracks still lingered on the young girl's cool, pale face.

Dugu Yan's heart skipped a beat. In an instant, she imagined an entire dramatic story, then spoke in anger and exasperation, "Ye Lingling! Where's your restraint? I haven't even gotten a taste yet, and you already beat me to it?!"

"Lan Yu is still so young! Do you realize this is a crime?!"

Ye Lingling froze for a moment before belatedly remembering that her black veil had long been torn off by Lan Yu and had disappeared somewhere.

Seeing Dugu Yan's resentful and dejected expression, she hurriedly raised both little hands and waved them frantically in the air.

Her normally cool voice stammered from nervousness. "N-no, Yanyan... you misunderstood. Lan Yu and I... nothing happened!"

Dugu Yan, who had been looking down, abruptly raised her head at those words. But when her gaze fell upon Ye Lingling's fair neck, her pupils suddenly widened.

Dugu Yan raised a trembling finger and pointed at the red marks on her neck, saying shakily, "You two played way too wild!"

How could anyone else know better than she did? Ye Lingling looked cold and quiet, but she read plenty of novels in private. Ye Lingling had shared quite a bit of that strange, bizarre knowledge with her.

"Yanyan, don't talk nonsense!"

Ye Lingling's little face flushed bright red in panic as she reached up to cover her neck.

"Damn Lan Yu! And you said you weren't close?"

"Was this caused by a collar chafing your neck? And you still say you aren't close!"

Dugu Yan stamped her foot, her pretty face puffed up with anger as she said indignantly, "Are you a masochist?"

"It really isn't what you think!"

Ye Lingling was nearly in tears. She flailed her hands helplessly, not knowing whether she should cover her own neck first or shut Dugu Yan's mouth first.

Seven-Colored Precious Lotus Sect.

Ning Yurou, who usually wore short hair and looked like a delicate little boy, had changed her appearance today, looking every bit like an exquisitely carved little girl.

She sat on the Sect Master's throne, swinging her little feet. Completely ignoring Ning Rongxin's scolding, she tilted her head comfortably and waited for the person beside her to feed her.

The one feeding her was a graceful middle-aged beauty in a black dress—the third wife of Ning Rongxin, Sect Master of the Seven-Colored Precious Lotus Sect: Bone Douluo Gu Rou.

"Yurou, no matter what, you must bring guards to school!" Ning Rongxin said angrily in a deep voice.

"I don't want to bring a whole crowd of people to school. They'd be so annoying!" Ning Yurou retorted with her little devilish temper flaring, her lips pouting.

Ever since Ning Rongxin had learned of Lan Yu's true talent, he had immediately decided to send Ning Yurou to study at Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

Ning Yurou herself had no objections; on the contrary, she had been looking forward to it.

The grandfather and granddaughter had not argued at all over this major matter, yet they bickered endlessly over the trivial issue of whether she should bring guards.

"A-Ning, listen to me."

Gu Rou spoke slowly, trying to persuade him.

But Ning Rongxin, still in the heat of anger, showed her no courtesy at all. With a wave of his hand, he said, "Stay out of this. I'm the Sect Master of the Seven-Colored Precious Lotus Sect!"

"Well said, Ning Rongxin. You said that yourself."

A cold gleam flashed through Gu Rou's eyes. Soul Power surged around her, lifting her long, straight black hair. "Just try entering Chen Xin's and my room tonight!"

Ning Rongxin's expression stiffened. Catching a glimpse of Sword Douluo Chen Xin's cold stare behind him, he immediately wilted. Wiping away nonexistent cold sweat, he laughed awkwardly. "What Xiao Rou says is right. I'm listening."

As he spoke, he shot a fierce glare at Ning Yurou, who was covering her mouth and snickering.

Gu Rou gave a soft snort and said slowly, "You're determined to win over that boy named Lan Yu, aren't you?"

Ning Rongxin nodded repeatedly.

"Then do you know what talented people of extraordinary gifts and humble origins hate most?"

Ning Rongxin's brow twitched. "You mean... if I have Yurou enter the academy in grand fashion with a large entourage, not only will I fail to win him over, but I'll provoke his rebellious nature instead?"

"Correct."

Gu Rou nodded and continued, "Children from poor backgrounds are usually highly self-respecting.

The more you put on airs and act high and mighty, the more they resent it.

If they were mediocrities, that would be one thing—they would only endure it meekly.

But someone like Lan Yu, with talent beyond compare, is even more proud and aloof by nature.

After hearing Gu Rou's explanation, Ning Rongxin nodded slightly. After all, he was the master of a sect; once certain matters were pointed out, he understood them immediately.

"But what about Yurou's safety?"

Ning Yurou was the only orphan left behind by his son and daughter-in-law, who had both passed away early. If someone were to make a move against her in secret, the consequences would be unthinkable.