What a Coincidence, the Aggrieved Little Kitten

Xiao Wu quickly took out a porcelain bottle about the length of a finger.

The bottle was pure white, with several neat little words engraved on its surface.

Looking at the porcelain bottle in her palm, she could not help examining it curiously—"Wild Donkey Is Not As Good As Me: Special Edition."

Xiao Wu raised an eyebrow and thought to herself, Huh? Special Edition? What new trick has my brother come up with this time?

Before she could think any further, the sound of water from the inner room suddenly stopped.

Xiao Wu's heart skipped a beat. She hurriedly stored the porcelain bottle in her Soul Tool, then reached out and began rummaging through the pile of clothes.

She separated them one by one, folded them neatly, and placed them in the wicker basket, putting on the appearance of someone about to get to work.

She even hummed a little tune, trying her best to make her expression look more natural.

A moment later, the bathroom door was pushed open, and Zhao Linchuan emerged with a bath towel in hand.

Zhao Linchuan glanced at Xiao Wu, who was crouching beside the laundry basket, but did not pay it much attention.

He reached for his storage ring and slipped it back onto his finger, saying casually,

"You take your time washing up. I have something to do outside. I'll buy you something tasty when I get back."

"Got it. Go and come back quickly...!"

In the living room.

Zhu Zhuqing stood beside the sofa, her hands gripping the hem of her tight-fitting top. She had just pulled it off over her head, and her long black hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, gleaming like satin beneath the soft lighting.

Her skin was fair and rosy, her collarbones exquisite as butterfly wings, and below them lay a breathtaking curve.

Two proud snowy peaks were completely exposed to the air—full, erect, and round, like works of art meticulously sculpted by the Creator.

She was just about to reach for the loose short-sleeved shirt draped over the sofa armrest.

At that moment, the bathroom door opened.

"Ah—!"

Zhu Zhuqing cried out. Her hands instinctively crossed in front of the "holy light" barrier, her ten fingers sinking deeply into the "muddy swamp," yet they could not cover much at all.

The two perilous mountains were simply too majestic. Zhu Zhuqing could only clutch desperately at the two climbing picks, while vast stretches of rock remained completely exposed to the air.

Zhu Zhuqing's face flushed scarlet in an instant, as though a fire had ignited inside her and burned its way outward, making her entire body burn hot.

Standing at the bathroom door, Zhao Linchuan instinctively glanced in Zhu Zhuqing's direction.

That glance was neither hurried nor slow, yet it happened to take in everything there was to see.

"Carry on."

He said it with an unchanged expression, then turned toward the entrance as though nothing had happened. He picked up the outer garment hanging on the rack and put it on, pulled open the door, and walked out without looking back.

The door clicked shut behind him.

Zhu Zhuqing froze where she stood, her mind utterly blank.

She stared stupidly at the closed door, her heart pounding so hard it felt ready to leap out of her throat.

Several seconds later, she finally came back to herself and grabbed the short-sleeved shirt from the sofa, hurriedly pulling it on.

The cotton fabric fell over her head, covering that patch of holy light, but the flush on her face refused to fade. She was red from head to toe.

She curled up on the sofa, pulling both legs up as well and shrinking into a ball. She buried her scorching face between her knees and chest, her voice muffled as it emerged through the gaps in the fabric, filled with embarrassed muttering.

"How did he finish bathing so quickly...!"

"It hadn't even been fifteen minutes..."

It was not her fault for being so bold as to change clothes in the living room.

She simply had not expected Zhao Linchuan to bathe so quickly. Undressing, bathing, drying off, getting dressed—the entire process took only around ten minutes.

She had not even managed to completely take off her tight-fitting top before he had already come out.

Was that even a bath?

Wasn't that just giving the water a little kiss?

"What happened?" Xiao Wu walked over from the bathroom.

She looked at Zhu Zhuqing's curled-up posture on the sofa, then recalled Zhao Linchuan coming out of the bathroom just moments ago. In an instant, she roughly pieced together what had happened.

She walked over to the sofa, bent down, and asked tentatively, "He saw?"

"Mm..." Zhu Zhuqing nodded with extreme reluctance.

"Hey, it's fine."

Xiao Wu sat down in front of the sofa, leaned back, and crossed one leg over the other, speaking in a relaxed tone.

"You have such a great figure. If you don't let others admire it, wouldn't that be a waste of such a great body?"

Zhu Zhuqing's face grew even hotter, so hot she could practically fry an egg on it.

She abruptly raised her head and glared at Xiao Wu, saying with embarrassment and irritation,

"Xiao Wu, if you don't know how to comfort people, you can just stay quiet..."

She buried her face between her knees again, looking resentful and aggrieved, exactly like a little kitten whose belly had been completely exposed.

A short while later.

Outside Peony Garden.

Zhao Linchuan stood at a street corner with his back against the wall and his arms folded. His gaze passed through the crowd as he silently watched the figure staking out the entrance of the small inn across the street.

Tang San leaned against a corridor pillar, holding a dry flatbread in his hand and taking bite after bite.

His eyes never left the entrance of Peony Garden. Like a simping dog standing guard, he barely even dared blink.

"What an idiot." Zhao Linchuan laughed. "Doesn't he know hotels like this have back doors?"

It had to be said that the service here really was excellent.

Earlier, when he had just come downstairs, a hotel attendant had respectfully stopped him.

The man first gave a polite bow, then tactfully informed him that someone had been staring at the hotel entrance outside. Judging by his attire and behavior, he might be a spy sent by his wife to keep watch on him.

Afterward, the attendant enthusiastically led Zhao Linchuan out through the back door.

Zhao Linchuan withdrew his gaze, a faintly amused smile hanging on his lips.

"Forget it, I won't bother with him for now. I'll go find Brother Scar first, then squeeze some more profit out of him later."

To be honest, Zhao Linchuan had had his eye on Tang San for a long time.

Of course, Zhao Linchuan was not interested in Tang San himself. As a toy that had already been played to ruin, he was hardly worth thinking about.

What Zhao Linchuan truly had his eye on were two things closely connected to Tang San.

The first was the Eight Spider Lances, an External Soul Bone comparable to a divine artifact—capable of growth and evolution, exceptionally rare.

The second was the man behind Tang San: Tang Hao.

The Clear Sky Douluo, a level ninety-five Title Douluo, and the master of the Clear Sky Hammer, the number one Tool Martial Soul in the world!

One had to know that Tang Hao possessed a full six high-quality Spirit Bones of great age!

Six! Six high-quality Spirit Bones of great age—six! Six of them—!!

By Zhao Linchuan's estimate, even the lowest-grade one among those six Spirit Bones had to be at least fifty thousand years old!