Chapter 3862 — No Joking Around
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For all her wantonness, Murong Zhen was, in the end, still a woman. When even offering herself outright in seduction could not attract a man, the blow and the goading sting of it were absolutely lethal, and the consequences absolutely dreadful.
Frantic with rage, Murong Zhen pointed at Wei Zhao for a long while, then, goaded past shame into fury, cried, "Are you even a man! Do you know the first thing about cherishing a delicate flower! Just some grass-roots nobody from the secular world—what are you so cocky about? This beauty giving you a chance is doing you an honor! Otherwise, a specimen like you—no strength, no backing—this beauty wouldn't even deign to glance at you!"
"So then it's my honor, is it?" Wei Zhao smiled faintly, noncommittal.
"Isn't it? A dull clod who can't appreciate romance like you—this beauty predicts you'll never hook a single woman in this life! You can look forward to dying a bachelor!" Murong Zhen paused, then added, "And even if you did, at best it'd be some sheltered, commonplace painted doll from the secular world—trash not worth the dust off this beauty's little toe!"
"Then I'm truly sorry to disappoint. Those few girlfriends of mine—I wouldn't claim they're peerless beauties, but compared to you, Miss Murong, they're more than a match," Wei Zhao said, his face turning stern as he gave a cold laugh.
He had originally intended to play along with this Murong Zhen for a while. Even if he did not wish to grow close, there was no need to force things to the point of open, irreconcilable hostility. After all, the woman was capable and well-connected; if he could avoid provoking her, all the better not to.
But now the woman had begun cursing his girlfriends as trash, and that was not something Wei Zhao intended to pretend he had not heard. Women, after all, had always been the one scale on Wei Zhao that could never be touched!
Wells and rivers not crossing each other—that had been Wei Zhao's original design. Now that the other party had touched his scale, there was nothing more to be said.
So what if she was a peak early-stage Foundation Establishment expert? So what if she had a Chongtian Pavilion elder backing her? If she truly dared tread on my scale, I'll beat the hell out of you!
"More than a match for this beauty?" Murong Zhen looked as though she had heard the most colossal joke of the age, and suddenly burst into raucous laughter, pounding her chest and stamping her feet, unable to straighten up for a long while.
And Wei Zhao simply stood in the doorway, watching coldly from the sidelines. He rather wanted to see just what other absurd spectacle this woman intended to make of herself.
After laughing unbridled for quite some time, Murong Zhen finally straightened up and, pointing at Wei Zhao, shook her head with a laugh of pure amusement. "Brother Lin, I had thought you a dull, unromantic fool of a man—but it seems I truly misjudged you! If you were really that dull and stupid, how could you have amused me so thoroughly with a single sentence? Come to think of it, I haven't heard such a funny joke in ages!"
As she spoke, Murong Zhen used her slender jade fingers to tap affectionately at Wei Zhao's chest, the teasing intent plain for all to see.
But Wei Zhao, with no gallantry whatsoever, pushed her aside with one hand and said lightly, a hint of mockery in his voice, "A joke? My apologies—I only ever joke with friends, and regrettably, Miss Murong, you are not one. So you'd best not overthink it."
At these words Murong Zhen froze, her bewitching expression abruptly turning exceedingly ugly, and the venomous malice that surfaced in her eyes was enough to make one's blood run cold. (Fourth update! A little survey: would you rather have Tianchan appear first, or Jingjing? Or perhaps Bingtang Xueli?