When Had Ning Rongrong Ever Put Up with This Kind of Insult?

"My lady, this drink is called Cola. It tastes incredible. I guarantee you've never had anything like it."

With that, Ning Wen straightened up and flashed what he thought was a bright, sunny smile.

Everyone present froze at the sight of his goofy grin.

Was this the same person?

The one who kept calling himself "this lord"?

The one who sounded so full of himself?

Why did he look like such a lovable fool?

He was way too good at acting!

The contrast nearly made Ning Rongrong choke. She even forgot about confronting him.

Besides, how did the saying go?

You couldn't slap someone who was smiling at you!

If she hadn't been able to hear his thoughts, that honest-looking face really would have fooled her.

Who exactly was this guy, the one her father had made a special trip to see?

Was he behind the voice she could hear in her head?

Should she ask him?

No... If she asked, wouldn't that expose the fact that she could hear his thoughts?

Absolutely not!

She wanted to see what else he would say about her.

And whether anything that voice said was actually true.

"Then I'll try it!"

Ning Rongrong forced a stiff smile onto her pretty face.

"You open it like this."

As he spoke, Ning Wen twisted off the cap and handed her the bottle.

"Glug, glug..."

Tiny bubbles rose through the drink.

Curious, Ning Rongrong leaned closer and sniffed it. It smelled sweet.

But why was the water bubbling like poison?

It was a little scary!!!

Wait. This two-faced guy isn't trying to poison me, is he?

Ning Rongrong shot Ning Wen a wary look.

But Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone were both there, so she relaxed a little.

She took a tentative sip.

The cold liquid burst across her tongue with a rush of bubbles!

"This is so good!"

Ning Rongrong's eyes widened as she stared at the Cola in her hand.

No sooner had she spoken than she raised the bottle again.

She took several long gulps.

"Burp..."

She had drunk so quickly that she accidentally burped.

Then the voice in her head sounded again...

Damn it! This lord's Happy Otaku Water! Wasted on that stupid woman!

What's going on in this life? That stupid woman was supposed to ignore this lord the whole time!

Could my rebirth have caused a Butterfly Effect?

That must be it!

This time, this lord will refuse that humiliating marriage arrangement!

So stop pestering this lord, you stupid woman. This lord has no interest in you!

Ning Wen: "..."

He swore those were absolutely not his thoughts.

A rich girl with a support-type martial soul? What wasn't to love?

Besides, Ning Rongrong was still young. He had plenty of time to win her over.

So what if she couldn't cook?

Ning Wen couldn't cook either!

That voice was talking complete nonsense!

If he really had culinary skills surpassing the God of Cookery and the God of Emotions, he wouldn't have spent his previous life working overtime every day.

Ning Rongrong couldn't take it anymore.

She was the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

People always coaxed and pampered her!

And this bastard dared to insult her like that in his head!

"Stupid woman" this, "stupid woman" that!

When had she, Ning Rongrong, ever put up with this kind of insult?!

She didn't care whether Ning Wen had been reborn or was pulling some bizarre trick.

"What's going on with your thoughts—"

Ning Rongrong opened her mouth, ready to demand an answer.

The next second.

Her voice vanished into thin air.

Her lips moved, but no sound came from her throat.

Ning Rongrong's expression changed. Refusing to believe it, she tried to speak again.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make a sound.

It was as though some mysterious, irresistible force had erased any words related to the matter.

As long as she said nothing about Ning Wen's thoughts, she could speak normally again.

Realizing this, Ning Rongrong's eyes widened in terror. She looked at Ning Wen, unable to hide her shock.

Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi and the other two seemed to realize something. They each tried to speak.

Without exception, every word about the voice in their heads was erased.

Even Chen Xin, a Super Douluo, was no exception.

Chen Xin, Gu Rong, and Ning Fengzhi exchanged glances. Each saw the same grave concern in the others' eyes.

An eerie silence fell over the hall.

Ning Wen stared, baffled, as Ning Rongrong opened and closed her mouth without making a sound.

Did Ning Rongrong have a hobby like this in the original story?

Hmph! What an ungrateful woman. This lord gave you my only bottle of Happy Otaku Water, and you can't even say thank you. Instead, you're putting on a mime act!

Don't tell me you're about to claim it's poison!

With that little devil's personality, she really might do it.

Go on, then! This lord is waiting right here!

The cold voice rang through everyone's minds again.

Ning Rongrong clenched her small fists.

Was she really that awful in this bastard's eyes?

While Ning Rongrong began to question everything, a system notification sounded in Ning Wen's mind:

[Ding! Congratulations, host. You have received a critical reward: Asura Armor martial soul (improved version)!]

Ning Wen's heart pounded.

Asura Armor might not compare to Emperor Armor, but in the Douluo Plane, it was still on another level entirely.

The catch was that only someone possessing the strongest energy between heaven and earth could draw out Asura Armor's full power.

That energy could be righteous or evil. With righteousness, one could become a king; with evil, a demon.

Ning Wen had been an ordinary person in his previous life. He doubted he possessed any such energy.

But the system had turned Asura Armor into his martial soul. That should change things.

Even in the worst case, it couldn't be that bad.

At the very least, he was guaranteed Twin Martial Souls.

After all, Ning Wen already had a martial soul of his own.

One second passed.

Five seconds passed.

A full minute passed.

Ning Wen still felt no change in himself.

"Was it fake...?"

He raised an eyebrow, then it dawned on him. "No, I probably have to wait until my martial soul awakens."

"Um, did you need something?"

Ning Wen pulled himself from his thoughts and looked up to find Ning Rongrong still staring at him.

"Nothing. This Cola is delicious. I... was just wondering what gift I should give you in return."

Ning Rongrong's expression stiffened. She quickly recovered, gave an awkward laugh, and changed the subject.

"Uh... thank you for the thought, my lady."

Ning Wen paused, then hurriedly waved his hands. "No need, really!"

Wasn't Ning Rongrong supposed to be a spoiled young lady? Her prestigious family and doting elders had supposedly made her willful, self-centered, and demanding from childhood.

But she didn't seem like that at all!

He had given her one bottle of Cola, and she was already thinking about a gift in return.

What little devil? She was clearly a little angel!