Mated at First Sight
Chapter 1044 - 699: The Demon’s Tenderness (Second Release)

Chapter 1044: Chapter 699: The Demon’s Tenderness (Second Release)

Teacher Zhang nodded.

Apart from them, who else could possess such a unique and unparalleled elegance!

And right next to them, the Shi Family couple had just stood up when they clearly heard the Principal’s last remark, causing the stout man to collapse once more.

It was that family—The Jing Family!

At this moment, the only thought in the couple’s minds was—ruin!

Especially the woman, who had just been so self-righteous when schooling Mu Lin!

Of course, the couple would soon realize the repercussions of offending someone they shouldn’t have as the days went by, if only... regret wasn’t too late.

In B City, the sudden disappearance of a newly-rich family went largely unnoticed; the only thing that left a faint impression was the owner of the Shi Family being sent to prison for tax evasion amounting to millions. But soon enough, even that was nearly forgotten.

Apart from a few interested parties who knew of the matter’s connection to Lord Jing, such a trivial incident didn’t stir the slightest ripple in the vast B City.

Returning to the Jing residence with the two little ones, the old master didn’t hesitate to praise Nuonuo after hearing about the school incident, "Nuonuo did well!" Anyone who dares to bully a member of the Jing Family deserves a good thrashing.

The Jing Family wasn’t any scholarly aristocratic family; in this place, only strength was the true law. As children of the Jing Family, they were different from other children; from a young age, they needed to toughen up. Their status was high, but this status was earned by generations of their family through sweat and blood!

"What are you thinking about?" Jing Chen emerged from the room and saw Mu Lin staring blankly at the little black porcelain bottle. He walked over and wrapped his arms around her.

"Chen, I always feel like a storm is coming," Mu Lin murmured, feeling uneasy as she put away the bottle; she nuzzled her face into Jing Chen’s chest and exhaled softly.

Jing Chen took Mu Lin’s hand into his own, "Don’t worry, I am here; don’t forget, you’re not alone anymore."

"Mhm," Mu Lin nodded, yet the unease in her heart lingered.

It was precisely because she was no longer alone, with so many loved ones around her, that she felt fear—fear of them getting hurt and fear of—death.

The Mu Lin of the past could never have imagined that she, who once cared so little for life, would one day fear death, and fear loss even more.

Once you’ve had something, you can never be as indifferent as you once were.

Bending down to kiss Mu Lin’s forehead, Jing Chen took the little black porcelain bottle from her hand and examined it, "Linlin, what was inside this?" What was it that scared his fearless wife and made her so anxious?

Whatever it was, it should be something of her own.

"Hades." Mu Lin let out a soft sigh, "If I had known it would come to this, I should have never let this thing come into existence." Mu Lin hadn’t expected that the very thing threatening her would be something she created.

Jing Chen: "This is not your fault." Nobody would wish for it.

Hades, a name Jing Chen had also heard from Mu Lin, was said to bring instant death with just a small touch, leaving no time even for medical treatment. That was why Mu Lin named it Hades.

Even Mu Lin, if not on the spot, couldn’t cure it; even though now, she has developed an antidote.

Hearing Jing Chen’s words, Mu Lin smiled, "Don’t worry, I’m just being sentimental." Mu Lin believed that Mi Zheng would come looking for her personally.

As the sunset descended, its bloody-red hue shone in the meticulously arranged study room, casting an eerie glow.

The man stood by the window, gazing at the sunset with a serene expression—his eyes profound as if lost in thought, the exquisitely handsome face devoid of any expression.

"I’ve delivered the present to your little kitty, risking my life in the process. You could at least give me some sort of reaction," Chi Xie said to the man who appeared almost divine under the halo of light, flashing a grin.

Truth be told, this was the first man Chi Xie felt could be described as stunning, particularly in this moment; but he knew all too well how dark this man’s heart was. Even for someone like him, used to living on the edge, it couldn’t compare to the man’s innate darkness.

Bi’an.

Heh, he had recently acquired such a moniker, and it was given by that little kitty because he always wore that blood-red Bi’an flower mask.

Deep down, he felt the name was quite inauspicious.

Why?

Because Bi’an flowers bloom on the path to the underworld; where the leaves and flowers never meet.

Isn’t that just like the man before him and the kitten in his heart; the only difference being that the kitten’s heart has no place for this man.

The flower language of Bi’an: A demon’s tenderness.

This time, Chi Xie realized that even demons could be tender, but he hadn’t found that person who could provoke his tenderness. And now that he found her, she didn’t belong to him.

To be honest, as a friend, Chi Xie truly felt sorry for him. There are so many people to fall in love with, yet he had to fall for someone else’s wife.