Chapter 81: Villains Exist to Be Bullied!

“Isn't this a bit much?” Qin Luo said, gripping Li Qingcheng's high-heeled shoe. This woman—even the shoes she wore were so seductive. Holding her foot felt much like holding her alluring waist: equally slender and enchanting.

“What's wrong with it? Bad people are meant to be bullied,” Li Qingcheng replied. “If you can make someone you dislike feel worse, you'll feel better yourself.”

“Alright. I'll give it a try.” Qin Luo agreed. He had been dismissed from the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine because this guy had meddled behind the scenes. He hadn't found a chance for revenge yet.

He ran to the back of the car, shoe in hand, and smashed it against the BMW’s taillight.

Crack!

A crisp sound rang out as the taillight shattered under Qin Luo’s blow. At that moment, a strange sense of accomplishment welled up inside him, making his whole body and mind feel delightfully satisfied.

So, this was the thrill of bullying the wicked.

Without needing Li Qingcheng’s guidance, Qin Luo ran over and smashed the other taillight as well.

Still feeling unsatisfied, he went on to break the side mirrors and all the car windows.

To borrow Uncle Napoleon's famous words: I saw. I smashed.

By the end, what was once a pristine BMW had become a wreck, not a single part left intact.

“You bastards. You wretches. Just wait,” Li Qingyang shouted. She knew she was no match for Qin Luo if things got physical.

Turning to her terrified companion in the passenger seat, who was shrieking and covering her face, she barked, “What are you screaming for? Call the police!”

Actually, there was no need for them to call—patrolling officers on the roadside had already noticed the commotion and were running toward them.

“Run!” Li Qingcheng grabbed Qin Luo’s hand, and together they dashed toward the center of the road.

Qin Luo had thought Li Qingcheng would take him back to Qingcheng International, knowing there was a lounge on the third floor.

Unexpectedly, she had the driver take them to Purple Bamboo Grove, one of the most prestigious residential areas in Beijing. Li Qingcheng owned a home there.

“You’re the first man to enter my house,” Li Qingcheng said as she unlocked the door.

Qin Luo smiled without replying. According to rumors, Li Qingcheng changed men weekly—was there really no man worthy of entering this place?

The decor was stylish and unconventional, not at all messy as he'd imagined; everything was tidily arranged.

Li Qingcheng had barely stepped inside and hadn’t yet turned on the lights when a black object darted toward her.

A murderous aura!

Qin Luo was about to rush forward heroically when he saw Li Qingcheng scoop up the black object and lovingly say, “Mimi, you’re being naughty again.”

“Meow.” The small black creature voiced its displeasure.

Only then did Qin Luo see it was a palm-sized kitten.

Click!

Li Qingcheng switched on the wall lamp and said to Qin Luo, “Mimi. Isn’t she adorable?”

“She is,” Qin Luo nodded. Seeing Mimi comfortably nestled on Li Qingcheng’s chest, one paw stretching into her neckline, exploring that deep and captivating valley—Qin Luo couldn’t help but envy the cat.

“I usually live alone. Sometimes it gets boring, so I got a cat. Come in. Make yourself at home. Until you buy your own place, you can stay here.”

“Alright,” Qin Luo said, taking off his shoes at the door and stepping barefoot onto the wooden carpet inside.

Li Qingcheng pulled Mimi from her embrace, stretched, and said, “I never expected anyone to move in, so although there are three rooms, there’s only one bed. If you don’t mind, we can share it.”

“I don’t mind,” Qin Luo said, carefully controlling his expression to avoid laughing aloud.

“If you don’t mind, I do,” Li Qingcheng retorted. “You’ll sleep on the sofa.”

“Then why did you ask?”

“I wanted to see if you’re genuinely honest or just pretending,” Li Qingcheng giggled. “Alright, I’m going to shower. Now that we’re sharing a home, we should set some ground rules. First, my pajamas are a bit thin, so you’re not allowed to sneak a peek. Second, don’t take anything you shouldn’t, like my intimate clothing. Third, don’t try to sneak into my room while I’m asleep. Of course, if I want you in, you’d better obey. You can resist, but not too hard.”

“——”

Qin Luo was awakened by a shaft of intense light. The night before, he’d dreamed of holding Li Qingcheng tightly in his arms.

She wore that black, gauzy nightgown, her full bosom and sexy thighs revealed. Like Mimi the cat, he’d buried his head in her endless cleavage—

“Hey, pervert, wake up,” Li Qingcheng’s voice suddenly sounded by his ear. Then, his nose was pinched, and he couldn’t breathe.

He opened his eyes to see a vast expanse of dazzling whiteness.

Li Qingcheng was bending over, pinching his nose; her chest spilling from the low neckline, those voluptuous curves nearly bouncing free.

“Do you have to dress so seductively this early in the morning?” Qin Luo said in agony. Was she always this tempting?

Last night, he’d accidentally glimpsed her emerging from the shower, fueling his dreams all night.

Now, first thing in the morning, she launched a second assault.

Though he was still a virgin, that didn’t mean he would always be one. All his bodily functions were normal—he had needs, too.

“Sexy, isn’t it? You seemed very interested last night, practically drooling. So I wore this just for you today.”

“——” Qin Luo felt embarrassed, never expecting her to see right through him.

“Get up. We both have classes this morning.”

Qin Luo grabbed his phone from the floor and checked—it was already nine thirty. He leapt from the sofa and rushed to the bathroom.

After a simple breakfast prepared by Li Qingcheng, they drove to Capital Medical University.

The car stopped at the school gate. Just as they were about to enter, a champagne-colored BMW glided past.

Li Qingcheng glanced at the BMW and teased, “Hey, your little sweetheart is here.”

Qin Luo watched the BMW, emotions surging within him.

If not for what had happened—if he still lived in the Lin family apartment—he’d probably be sitting in that car right now.

He stepped aside and waved to Lin Wanxi.

But the BMW didn’t even stop, driving straight past Qin Luo and Li Qingcheng as if Qin Luo didn’t exist.

His hand hung in midair like a frozen sculpture.

Since his class wasn’t until the third period, Qin Luo didn’t go to the classroom immediately but headed to the office first.

Ms. Zhu saw him come in and handed her manuscript to an elderly man beside her, saying, “Professor Li, this is my speech for the Traditional Chinese Medicine seminar. See if there’s anything I should revise.”

Professor Li took the document and smiled, “Ms. Zhu, you’re an authority on the Inner Canon. No one in Beijing surpasses you in this field. Your writing is naturally excellent. How could I possibly offer suggestions?”

“Oh, but there’s always something to learn from others. Your theoretical foundation is solid, and you have years of teaching experience. Please help me review it.”

“Alright, I’ll take a look.”

“Haha, yes, please look it over. This concerns our department’s reputation.”

Watching the two old professors shower each other with praise, Qin Luo merely smiled, not joining in.

He had already promised his master, Wang Xiushen, that he would speak on behalf of the expert panel at the conference. He’d surprise them then.

“Hey, is Mr. Qin in the newspaper?” The office clerk, Xiao Min, flipped through the day’s Medical Times and exclaimed in surprise.

“Who’s in the paper?” the chubby Xiao Zhao asked.

“It’s Mr. Qin. Mr. Qin, is this you? The photo looks just like you,” Xiao Min turned to Qin Luo, eyes full of anticipation.

Qin Luo glanced at the paper and saw an article titled ‘The Successor of the Taiyi Divine Needle Appears—King of Needles Wang Xiushen Admits Inferiority,’ with a photo of himself being interviewed on the steps.

Surrounded by Wang Xiushen, Lao Zhu, and several medical luminaries of Beijing, Qin Luo was the center of attention. His scholarly appearance and proud, confident smile stood out.

The only thing he found unsatisfactory was that the photo editor hadn’t Photoshopped out the small pimple under his chin caused by stress.

Hearing Xiao Min’s words, all the teachers in the office crowded over, including Ms. Zhu and Professor Li.

“No way. If Mr. Qin really is the successor of the Taiyi Divine Needle, why would he be teaching here?” Xiao Zhao chuckled.

He usually flattered Ms. Zhu and kept his distance from Qin Luo, so naturally, he was reluctant to believe the facts before him.

“Exactly. It’s too absurd,” Professor Li agreed.

Ms. Zhu looked at Qin Luo, then at the photo in the paper, and commented, “Just a resemblance. There are so many people who look alike. The other day, I saw someone in the paper who looked like an old classmate, but after calling him, it turned out not to be him at all—”

Xiao Min pointed to a line in the article, “But the successor’s name is also Qin Luo. Isn’t that too much of a coincidence?”

Too excited to notice the expressions of others, Xiao Min turned to Qin Luo, “Mr. Qin, is this you? Don’t tell me it’s just a coincidence?”

“It’s not a coincidence,” Qin Luo replied with a smile. “I photograph well, don’t I?”

“It is you? Really? Mr. Qin, why didn’t you say anything? That’s amazing!” Xiao Min jumped up in delight, grabbing Qin Luo’s sleeve, her face brimming with excitement.

Everyone stood frozen, staring at Qin Luo, unsure how to react.

He really was the successor of the Taiyi Divine Needle?

The news was so shocking that they couldn’t believe it.

Xiao Zhao checked his phone for the date, sadly realizing it wasn’t April Fool’s Day.

Seeing their ashen faces, Qin Luo felt thoroughly satisfied.

He recalled Li Qingcheng’s words from the previous night: Bad people are meant to be bullied!