Proud Goddess Falls in Love with Me
Chapter 1400: 1359 Chaotic Scene

Chapter 1400: Chapter 1359 Chaotic Scene

“Why do I feel… a bit uneasy?”

At the Hanging Gourd Medical Hall.

Lu Chuan had just sent off his last guest and returned to his seat, stabilizing himself and checking his own pulse—steady as ever.

But where was this sense of foreboding coming from?

“Could it be that Grand Elder Huang Quan isn’t dead after all?”

That couldn’t be right. Lu Chuan had already confirmed Huang Quan’s aura—it was the kind of dead that couldn’t be any deader. Lu Chuan had even burned his corpse to ashes, leaving not a speck behind. There was absolutely no chance of revival.

“So strange…”

Lu Chuan sighed lightly and stood up, intending to close the hall early. But as soon as he reached the front door, he spotted Yun Ji swaying her hips as she slowly approached alongside Fuxiang, taking deliberate steps. Lu Chuan’s eyes immediately lit up.

“Yun Ji! And Fuxiang, why are you here?”

“Hmph, if we hadn’t come, it seems like you would’ve completely forgotten about us, huh?”

Yun Ji snorted softly, while behind her, Fuxiang stuck her tongue out playfully and winked at Lu Chuan.

“It’s not that… I’ve been so busy running around lately that I haven’t had the time.”

“No time? I think you’ve found yourself a new flame and forgotten the old ones, haven’t you?”

“Excuse me! Whose carriage is this? Why is it parked here at the entrance? Could you move it?”

A voice called out as Han Qingci strode into the hall, followed by a caretaker pushing a bed. Zhong Ling’er lay unconscious on it, still deep in sleep.

“Lu Chuan, I brought Ling’er here to… see you.”

Han Qingci immediately noticed Yun Ji. Similarly, Yun Ji took note of Han Qingci. The two women exchanged glances, and subtle hostility surfaced in their eyes.

“What an enchanting woman…” Han Qingci thought to herself bitterly, then asked aloud, “Lu Chuan, who is she?”

“Like you, I am one of Lu Chuan’s women.”

Fully aware of Lu Chuan’s nature, Yun Ji seemed unfazed by Han Qingci’s arrival.

But then…

“Brother Lu Chuan, Brother Lu Chuan! Yurou has come to see you!”

From outside, Tang Yurou skipped inside, only to freeze when she caught sight of the scene before her.

“This… what’s happening here?”

Ye Jiaxin followed closely behind, along with Li Yingnu. The mother and son pair were equally dumbfounded.

The seven women present exchanged uneasy glances, and a specific thought began to take form in their minds.

Clearly, however, this chaotic scene was far from over.

Chu Mengyao and Shen Yourong entered the hall arm-in-arm, joining the fray, while at the same moment, two streaks of clear light descended from the sky. Situ Qinghuan and Nalan Xuan exchanged a gaze and landed inside the hall as well.

Eleven women were now present.

And Lu Chuan had far more than just these eleven.

Snow Nai and Ichikazu, hearing the commotion, arrived together. Mu Nanqing and Ji Weiwei, initially intending to remind Lu Chuan it was closing time, entered the hall and froze at the sight before them.

Finally, sensing over a dozen distinct presences, Xiu Niang smiled faintly. Worried the chaos wasn’t large enough, she swayed inside as well.

And so, sixteen women were now gathered.

Fifteen pairs of eyes simultaneously focused on Lu Chuan, seemingly awaiting a response. But Lu Chuan only felt prickles on his back and his scalp growing numb.

“Um… now that you’re all here, why don’t you come inside and sit? I can introduce you all one by one?”

But the women were already stunned.

They all knew their man was a philanderer, surrounded by beautiful women, but this was simply too much!

Be it coquettish charm, radiant beauty, girl-next-door innocence, or mature allure, each woman possessed a distinct brilliance.

Lu Chuan’s gaze swept across their faces one by one, and he couldn’t help feeling somewhat proud.

Regardless, his taste had never faltered. Each of the sixteen women gathered here was, without exception, comparable to celestial beings in their own rights. And today, they were all here solely for him.

“Wait, Nalan Xuan, why are you here?”

As the saying goes, enemies meet with intense bitterness. Li Yingnu, whose relationship with Nalan Xuan was already strained, felt even more bewildered to encounter her at Lu Chuan’s home.

“I could ask you the same thing! Didn’t I tell Ye Chongshan to return to the Ye Family? Why didn’t you stay in Luo City instead of coming to Cloud City to stir up trouble?”

“I accompanied my daughter here. What business is it of yours?”

“Li Yingnu, so we meet again?”

Memories surged, and Xiu Niang’s expression darkened. In a cold voice, she remarked, “Reconstructing your body isn’t easy, but the taste of longing—I bet you didn’t enjoy that much, did you?”

“Xiu Niang…”

“Brother Lu Chuan, what is going on here?”

Tang Yurou, feeling like she alone was out of place, moved closer to Lu Chuan, confusion evident. “They…”

“Most of them are my women.”

Lu Chuan pinched the bridge of his nose. He had anticipated that meeting them all together might turn out badly, but he hadn’t expected the day to arrive so soon.

Fortunately, not everyone was as assertive as Nalan Xuan. While none of them were thrilled about sharing him with others, the situation couldn’t be changed. And truthfully, Lu Chuan couldn’t bear to part with any of them.

Thinking this over, Ye Jiaxin said solemnly, “Maybe… we should talk in the backyard.”

Han Qingci and Shen Yourong quickly agreed, “Yes, yes, we shouldn’t block the entrance. Let’s… move to the back.”

“At the very least, Lu Chuan should give us an explanation.” Yun Ji huffed coldly and took the lead moving toward the backyard. Fuxiang immediately followed.

“Alright… let’s go to the back.”

Snow Nai and Ichikazu exchanged glances, clearly shaken by the situation. Though they were among the few women who hadn’t yet confirmed their relationships with Lu Chuan, they still felt jealous. They quietly followed to the backyard.

Li Yingnu followed Ye Jiaxin, while Xiu Niang, uninterested in dredging up past grievances, turned and went to her room.

Han Qingci, carrying the still-unconscious Zhong Ling’er, Chu Mengyao, and Shen Yourong arm-in-arm, also left. Tang Yurou hurriedly followed.

Finally, Lu Chuan glanced at Nalan Xuan, puzzled. “Senior Nalan, why are you here…”

“I separated from Ye Chongshan. When he was revived, I realized that our feelings had ended after he committed suicide twenty years ago. What remained was only guilt.”

“Lu Chuan, if you don’t want to see me, I’ll leave now and won’t disturb you again.”

“Let’s… discuss this inside.”

Lu Chuan sighed and shot a pleading look toward Mu Nanqing, only to see her turn away with Ji Weiwei, clearly upset.

At last, only Situ Qinghuan remained in the hall. Yet her expression remained cold and unaffected, as if the absurdity unfolding before her couldn’t touch her.

“Qinghuan, I didn’t expect you to come as well.”

“I happened to pass by, sensed your aura, and came to check. Since you’re fine, I’ll leave now.”

“How about… don’t leave? Stay and celebrate the New Year with us?”

Lu Chuan thought, at this point, the chaos couldn’t worsen—what difference would adding one more person make?

Besides, Situ Qinghuan’s telepathy might even come in handy.