Chapter 131

Seeing this, Yue Linglong was practically exploding with rage. With a flick of her right hand, a short blade appeared in her grip.

"Linglong, stop!"

Chu Tianhe furrowed his brows, restraining Yue Linglong. He stood up, pushed Lan Fenghuang away, and fixed his gaze directly on her. "Miss Lan, you had better make yourself clear."

Chu Tianhe’s brow remained slightly knitted, but Lan Fenghuang seemed entirely unbothered. She spoke, "Xu Haokun is my fiancé. You are aware of that, aren't you?"

"I am," Chu Tianhe nodded, his expression darkening. "What does that have to do with me?"

"It didn't before," Lan Fenghuang said, the corners of her lips curling into a faint smile. "But yesterday, he died—at your hands. Now, it has everything to do with you."

Hearing this, a surge of murderous intent erupted from Yue Linglong. Her beautiful eyes filled with icy hostility as she glared at Lan Fenghuang. "Are you seeking revenge?"

Yue Linglong was a woman who thirsted for blood. Had Lan Fenghuang even slightly nodded or shown the faintest intention of avenging Xu Haokun, Yue Linglong would not have hesitated to strike her down on the spot.

"Hahahaha..."

To their surprise, Lan Fenghuang burst into laughter, her frame shaking with unrestrained amusement.

"What are you laughing at?" Yue Linglong’s expression grew colder, and Chu Tianhe’s frown deepened.

"Why would I avenge that piece of trash?" Lan Fenghuang’s eyes drifted toward Yue Linglong, and she continued, "I never had any intention of marrying such a moronic scumbag in the first place."

"If not for revenge, then why have you come here to see me?"

At Chu Tianhe’s question, a flash of flirtatious intent crossed Lan Fenghuang’s eyes. A charming, seductive smile played on her lips as she walked toward him once more. "You killed my fiancé, so you’ll have to compensate me with a man. That’s only fair, isn't it?"

"As it happens, I, Lan Fenghuang, have taken a liking to you. So, from this moment on, you are my fiancé!"

Yue Linglong trembled with indignation at this twisted logic. Just as she was about to lash out with her blade, Lan Fenghuang reached up, draped her slender arms around Chu Tianhe’s neck, and whispered softly, "Chu Tianhe, I’m not exactly a bad catch, am I? Throughout all of Jiangzhou City, there are countless men who would give anything to kneel at my feet."

"And what’s more..."

She leaned in, locking eyes with him, and pulled him closer, murmuring into his ear, "I’m still a virgin. Getting me for free—you wouldn't be losing out."

Most women would have been too ashamed to speak such blatant words, but Lan Fenghuang delivered them with effortless confidence, showing not a hint of embarrassment.

"Heh..."

Chu Tianhe merely gave a faint smile and shook his head, pushing her away once more. "I’m sorry, but I have no interest in you."

Any other woman, having been rejected so clearly, would have turned and left. But Lan Fenghuang was different. Even after being pushed away, she didn't grow angry; instead, she laughed. With that same seductive, mesmerizing smile, she looked at Chu Tianhe through long, languid lashes. "It doesn't matter if you have no interest in me. It’s enough that I have an interest in you."

"The man I, Lan Fenghuang, set my sights on—I will have him, no matter the cost, even if I have to hound him to the ends of the earth."

"How can you be so shameless!" Yue Linglong could no longer hold back and lashed out in disgust.