A Memorial Against Xue Xing

"Angewomon, we've known each other for so long. Do I look like some lecherous man? How could mere beauty shake my resolve? I belong to the people, and the people need me." Dongfang Yu spoke righteously, without the slightest trace of pretense.

Angewomon: "..."

Even so, why did it feel so unconvincing? Wasn't it because he had his eye on her mother?

And he made it sound so grand and righteous. How shameless.

Seeing that Angewomon had been so moved by his righteousness that she was speechless, Dongfang Yu smiled in satisfaction.

Sure enough, his decision had been correct.

If he wanted to contend for the world, he needed an identity. Bibi Dong's position as Pope suited him quite well.

However, becoming Pope required the support of Qian Renxue and Qian Daoliu, so it was necessary to make Qian Renxue develop a favorable impression of him.

After all, Qian Renxue was a hopeless romantic. As long as she liked him and had feelings for him, she would definitely help him.

Patting nonexistent dust from his shoulder, Dongfang Yu's lips curved upward. His smile held thirty percent delight, thirty percent profundity, and forty percent certainty of victory.

Having planted a seed in Qian Renxue's heart, he was in an exceptionally good mood.

After opening the door and walking out, Dongfang Yu felt as though even the wind followed his steps. A happy event truly did brighten one's spirit.

Along the way, quite a few of the establishment's skilled workers stared at him in fascination.

Where had this handsome guy come from? Why had they never seen him before?

"Hey, handsome, leaving already?" asked a female worker in heavy makeup and revealing clothes. Her voice was bewitching, and her eyes brimmed with charm.

Dongfang Yu casually glanced at her and said seriously,