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Zhu Zhuqing fetched a small stool—the very same type Ning Rongrong used when grilling skewers—and placed it neatly before Lin Feng.
Then she sat down.
Under Hu Liena's disbelieving stare—wide enough that her eyeballs nearly rolled out—Zhu Zhuqing took a deep breath, cheeks flushing red, and slowly extended her hands.
She gently lifted one of Lin Feng's legs from the footrest.
Then—
She placed his calf directly onto her own full, delicately curved thigh wrapped in premium black stockings.
Soft.
Warm.
Elastic.
The smooth texture of the stockings blended with the tender heat beneath, transmitting up Lin Feng's pant leg and into his nerves.
Even with his eyes closed, he couldn't help but sigh comfortably in his heart.
After completing the move, Zhu Zhuqing lowered her head, crimson spreading down her ears and neck. She clenched her little fists and began massaging his calf with trembling yet earnest motions.
Meanwhile—
Zhu Zhuyun watched the entire sequence with an expression that could only be described as:
Stunned → Shocked → Ecstatic.
Good!
Very good!
Excellent!
Her silly sister—
The one she always thought was painfully slow—
had suddenly shown terrifying "self-learning" talent and knew instinctively how to serve the Master even better.
No need for guidance.
Natural genius!
But Hu Liena?
She was done.
Completely.
Emotionally.
Spiritually.
Her peach blossom eyes widened to the limit. Her chest rose and fell wildly. Her silver teeth clenched so hard she nearly chipped them.
Fine!
Very fine, Zhu Zhuqing!!
She originally thought Zhu Zhuqing was merely a quiet, pure little white rabbit—unlike that seductive, conniving dead cat Zhu Zhuyun.
But now she finally realized:
This was no rabbit.
This was a little wildcat pretending to be innocent!
And her technique—
was sensationally shameless.
Zhu Zhuyun had been troublesome enough.
Now both sisters were joining forces?
How was she supposed to compete?!
Would she even have a chance to fight for a sliver of the Senior's affection?!
Hu Liena was on the verge of bursting into tears.
Meanwhile, at another table.
After eating the final bite of fried rice and feeding another fragment of the Angel God's divine soul into the statue, Qian Daoliu felt lighter than air.
With deep reverence, he bowed to Lin Feng once more before returning to the restaurant entrance, resuming his sacred duty as the world's most powerful doorman.
Inside, the restaurant regained the peaceful atmosphere of its early days.
Lin Feng lounged lazily behind the counter.
After the chaos of the previous days, the sudden return of quiet almost felt unfamiliar.
But compared to the lonely days before he opened the restaurant, this was already a heavenly leap forward in lifestyle.
Behind him—
Zhu Zhuyun's soft, boneless hands pressed into his shoulders with professional-level expertise, each knead sending waves of relaxation through him.
In front of him—
Zhu Zhuqing's delicate face, usually cold as frost, was flushed shyly.
One of his legs rested on her black-stockinged thigh as she diligently pounded away with her tiny fists, each tap producing an electrifying tremor.
Occasionally, Lin Feng looked up just to admire Hu Liena—pouting, frustrated, cheeks puffed.
He could survive like this for another ten thousand years.
Of course, the tension in the pavilion wasn't limited to the waitress war.
At another table—
The mother-daughter battlefield was heating up.
Qian Renxue sat quietly, not looking at the Zhu Sisters' performance at all.
Her golden eyes were fixed solely on Bibi Dong.
At this moment, the Supreme Pontiff was resting her chin on one hand, those regal purple crystalline eyes staring straight at Lin Feng—
Filled with undisguised longing.
Admiration.
Devotion.
Her expression practically screamed:
"I want to bear the Senior's child."
No!
Absolutely not!
Qian Renxue took a sip of tea and spoke with forced casualness:
"What?
Could it be that our Supreme Pontiff also intends to join the fray and compete with those two little girls for the right to serve Senior?"
…but Bibi Dong didn't even twitch.
She didn't respond.
She didn't glance over.
She didn't even blink.
She remained lost—moon-eyed—staring at Lin Feng as if the rest of the world had ceased to exist.
Qian Renxue's temple pulsed.
Being ignored was bad enough.
Being ignored for a man was intolerable.
Her voice rose sharply.
"If you ask me, you'd better give up on certain unrealistic fantasies sooner rather than later."
"Those girls may be crude in their methods, but they have a few advantages that you can never match."
Those words finally pierced through.
Bibi Dong slowly turned her head.
Her purple eyes narrowed into a dangerous slit.
"Oh?"
"And what do they have…
that I—the Supreme Pontiff—lack?"
Here it comes—
The killing blow.
Qian Renxue smiled sweetly, mockery dripping from every syllable.
She set down her teacup, glanced meaningfully at the Zhu Sisters' youthful curves, then turned back to Bibi Dong.
"Oh~ nothing major."
"It's just that…
they're younger."
Her voice was deliberately airy, almost innocent.
"They're like flowers just entering full bloom."
"Unlike some people, who, while still charming…"
She paused, letting the next words slice deeper.
"…are also nearing the age when beauty begins to fade, right?"
Crack—
Something snapped.
Bibi Dong's fists clenched.
Her jaw tightened so hard her silver teeth nearly shattered.
Age.
The deadliest forbidden topic for any woman.
Qian Renxue saw her mother's face turn pitch black.
Good.
Perfect.
But not enough.
She needed to crush her delusions entirely.
She didn't realize she was ripping open her mother's deepest, bloodiest scar.
"And besides…"
"No matter what anyone says—those two girls are genuinely…"
She paused dramatically, then landed the blow with surgical precision:
"…virgins."
She didn't even need to finish her sentence.
The unspoken implication slammed into Bibi Dong harder than any weapon.
Are you calling me old?
Used?
Dirty?
BOOM!
Bibi Dong's mind went white.
All reason, dignity, and composure—
shattered.
A monstrous killing intent erupted, freezing the air.
"You.
Are.
Dead!"
She shot to her feet.
Purple light blazed from her eyes.
She didn't even summon her Martial Spirit.
She simply thrust out her right hand—
Buzz—!!
Spirit power roared.
A venomous, dark-purple spider lance materialized instantly in her palm.
Poisonous.
Ruthless.
Fatal.
And without hesitation—
without restraint—
She hurled it straight at Qian Renxue's beautiful face, aiming to pierce through it.
This was a killing blow.
A full-strength execution.
She wanted to tear that mouth apart.
Destroy that face.
Kill the brat who dared expose her ugliest scar.
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