Chapter 62: Pushing Qin Menong’s Limits Once Again

“Stop fooling around, I’m cooking here. Take your salty hands off me.”

Qin Monong clamped her legs together, feigning anger.

“Why cook? Let’s do something else. I don’t want to eat right now—having you is enough.”

Lin Yang paid her no mind and pressed Qin Monong down onto the kitchen island.

“Lin Yang, are you crazy? This is the kitchen. If you must, go to the bedroom—or the sofa’s fine too.”

Qin Monong straightened up, turned to face him, and tried with all her might to push Lin Yang away.

“The kitchen is great. It has a different kind of flavor.”

Lin Yang dropped to his knees. Realizing his intention, Qin Monong protested in a panic, “No! You can’t do this!”

“A gentleman uses his mouth, not his hands.”

Though Qin Monong tried to resist, she quickly came to relish the experience, unwilling to push Lin Yang away any longer. Though she protested with her lips, her body betrayed her.

Qin Monong thought herself mad—she had never even dared dream of such things before. Deep down, she had always held rather traditional views on these matters, yet Lin Yang was a rebel, never one to follow the rules.

She realized she had changed—Lin Yang had changed her. She had become utterly unrestrained in ways she never thought possible.

Their passionate battle raged from the kitchen to the living room, and then to the bedroom.

Qin Monong knew she had utterly surrendered before Lin Yang, casting aside all pretense and letting her true self run free.

When the flames of passion died down and the night grew deep and silent, Qin Monong lay nestled in Lin Yang’s arms, quickly falling asleep.

As always, Lin Yang left the Qin family villa before dawn, returning to Emperor’s Mansion, climbing Mount Zixia, and practicing his Heavy Pupil technique.

Luo Hongyu, as usual, had arrived at the summit even before him.

“Master Luo, good morning,” Lin Yang greeted her.

Luo Hongyu nodded in reply.

After the purple mist faded, Lin Yang approached her again. “Master Luo, following your guidance yesterday, I’ve practiced my agility skills. Please, grant me your instruction once more.”

“You’re a diligent learner. Very well, let’s see,” Luo Hongyu replied with a smile.

Lin Yang immediately launched into his Three Thousand Thunderbolt Steps, his speed surging as he gathered all his power into his fists.

His fighting ability had clearly improved by leaps and bounds since the day before.

Yet Luo Hongyu still dodged him with ease, his punch grazing just past the tip of her nose.

Lin Yang pressed the attack, while Luo Hongyu took a defensive stance.

No matter how ferocious his strikes, he couldn’t touch her—she repelled him with a single palm, forcing him back several steps.

“Not bad. Your speed and reflexes have improved greatly.”

Luo Hongyu smiled in approval.

“Still, I’m not fast enough before you—I can’t even brush your sleeve.”

Rumor had it in the martial world that Luo Hongyu was the weakest of the four grandmasters, a fourth-rank.

But after sparring over these past two days, Lin Yang was convinced that Luo Hongyu’s strength was at least sixth-rank or higher.

“With the strength you have now, you could take on a fifth-rank master in battle,” Luo Hongyu commented.

Lin Yang attacked again. With such a master willing to teach him, he was eager to learn.

“Your agility technique is excellent—among the very best. You just haven’t quite mastered it yet,” Luo Hongyu said after they exchanged nearly a hundred moves and stepped back.

“It’s called the Three Thousand Thunderbolt Steps.”

“It’s getting late. I’m heading down the mountain. Keep practicing. With this agility and your fierce, domineering power technique, you’ll be able to fight opponents of higher rank with ease.”

“Thank you for your guidance, Master Luo.”

Lin Yang cupped his fists in thanks.

After Luo Hongyu left, Lin Yang continued to practice the Three Thousand Thunderbolt Steps in the forest until noon before descending the mountain.

That afternoon, Zheng Nanxu called and invited him to dinner, and Lin Yang readily agreed.

When they met, Zheng Nanxu greeted Lin Yang with a hug.

“Brother Yang, it’s been so long—I’ve missed you to death.”

“Don’t get so mushy, I can’t take it,” Lin Yang replied, patting Zheng Nanxu on the back.

Zheng Nanxu playfully punched Lin Yang, and they both laughed.

“You’ve got guts, inviting me—an addict and a degenerate gambler—to dinner. Aren’t you afraid I’ll ask you for money?” Lin Yang joked.

“If you ever ask, I may not have much, but I’d scrape together a few hundred thousand for you if it came to it. Addict, gambler—what a load of nonsense. I don’t believe a word of it,” Zheng Nanxu replied.

“That’s enough for me. Come on, let’s get inside and have a drink.”

Lin Yang slung an arm around Zheng Nanxu’s shoulder, and together they walked into the restaurant.

“Brother Yang, where have you been these two years? I haven’t been able to reach you at all,” Zheng Nanxu asked.

“My parents’ death hit me hard. I went away to a Taoist temple, cut myself off from the world, and spent two years in meditation.”

“That’s not bad—good for the body and mind. You look great now,” Zheng Nanxu said, raising his glass.

They drank and chatted happily, Lin Yang cherishing the company of such a good friend and brother.

After dinner, Zheng Nanxu suggested they go sing at a karaoke bar, and Lin Yang agreed.

Zheng Nanxu took him directly to a high-end business entertainment venue.

In the underground parking lot, they happened to run into Lin Yimo.

“Class President Lin, what are you doing here?” Zheng Nanxu asked.

Lin Yimo’s gaze flickered with unease. She glanced at Lin Yang and said, “I’m here to meet a friend. Are you two heading to Phoenix Palace to sing?”

The Phoenix Palace was a famous entertainment spot in Luocheng, and Lin Yimo certainly knew what went on inside.

Lin Yang didn’t care—he thought it was perfectly normal to go out and have fun, and he had nothing to hide.

But Zheng Nanxu quickly replied, “Of course not! How could we possibly go to a place like Phoenix Palace? We’re just here to meet someone.”

Lin Yimo smiled. “Go ahead and have fun. Entertaining clients is normal—it’s all part of the job. Aren’t you a regular here by now?”

“That’s a misunderstanding, Class President Lin! I’ve never been to Phoenix Palace—how could I be a regular?”

Zheng Nanxu tried hard to defend himself.

“Well, have a good time. I’ve got something to do upstairs,” Lin Yimo said, heading straight for the elevator, with no intention of joining them.

“It’s over! How did I run into Lin Yimo here? She’ll definitely think I’m some playboy, always out carousing,” Zheng Nanxu said helplessly.

“Aren’t you?” Lin Yang teased.

“It’s all just for show,” Zheng Nanxu replied.

“You like Lin Yimo, don’t you?”

“You’re asking what you already know. But I heard she’s dating Dou Jun, so I guess I’ve got no chance.”

Zheng Nanxu had secretly liked Lin Yimo since their school days, but had never confessed.

“Lin Yang, upstairs it’s the Phoenix Palace and a hotel. Lin Yimo coming here alone at this hour—could she be getting a room with Dou Jun?”

Zheng Nanxu’s tone was tinged with jealousy.

“Damn it, that bastard Dou Jun! How could Lin Yimo be dating him?”

“Don’t worry, nothing will come of it. They’ve probably broken up by now,” Lin Yang replied. After what happened on Mount Zixia, he was sure Lin Yimo wouldn’t be with Dou Jun anymore.

Still, Zheng Nanxu’s offhand remark made Lin Yang pause.

What was Lin Yimo doing here?

What’s more, he’d noticed earlier that she looked nervous and uneasy, as if something was weighing on her mind.