Super Soldier King and Cute CEO
Chapter 804 - 814: Miao Qing!

Chapter 804: Chapter 814: Miao Qing!

Tang Zhong had no idea about any of this.

In Tang Zhong’s eyes, since Weiwei had asked him to go, then he would go.

Of course, it was simply to save someone, nothing more.

Taking the coach to the Southern Border was too much trouble. Even if they flew, it would still take a whole day.

"What do I do, what do I do? If I can’t get home within a day, that Miao Qing will definitely harm my family!" Li Chuwen said anxiously, completely falling apart. The strong, independent woman she usually was had disappeared entirely. After all, this crisis involved her own parents.

"Did you drive here?" Tang Zhong asked.

"I did, why? But driving is pointless!" Li Chuwen replied.

"It’s not. Come with me," Tang Zhong said.

Outside the Tang Family home, there was a red Cadillac, not exactly a luxury car. Tang Zhong recognized it as Li Chuwen’s car. "Let’s go, I’ll drive!"

Without another word, Tang Zhong got into the car.

Li Chuwen froze for a moment. "Stop joking around! The Southern Border is thousands of miles away from here. How could we possibly get there by driving?"

She let out a sigh. She had previously consulted with a fortune teller, who told her that her fate today was unfavorable. Now it seemed to be coming true.

"Just trust me!" Tang Zhong said.

Half-doubtful, Li Chuwen got in the car.

"Do we have enough fuel?" Tang Zhong asked.

"We should," Li Chuwen nodded.

"Then it’ll do." In the next instant, Tang Zhong floored the accelerator. With a dramatic skid, the car shot off.

The car was pushed to its maximum speed, zooming through the road like the wind, all the way toward the Southern Border.

Li Chuwen was stunned. It was her first time riding with Tang Zhong, and it would surely be her last.

After strapping on her seatbelt, Li Chuwen didn’t dare move. The scenery ahead blurred past her eyes. She couldn’t believe someone could drive this fast—it was terrifying.

Yet whether Tang Zhong could actually solve the problem in the Southern Border was still uncertain. Either way, Li Chuwen had made up her mind: if this issue couldn’t be resolved, she would marry Miao Qing. After all, in this society, there were many forces beyond her control.

The Southern Border, a land where the ancient art of Gu thrived, was shrouded in mystery. You could never know what might be hiding there.

Perhaps, on the roadside, an ordinary-looking person could in fact be one of the legendary Gu Masters.

The Gu Arts there were vast and varied. Tang Zhong knew a bit about them. One type of Gu Art involved implanting a Gu worm into someone’s body, causing them to lose their sanity and turn into a mindless puppet. Another, more sinister practice could implant a Gu worm that matured over time, eventually taking the victim’s life.

But Tang Zhong’s knowledge was limited. True Southern Border Gu Arts were far more powerful than what little he knew of them.

And the distance from Xuanjing City to the Southern Border was still several hundred kilometers!

A distance that could be considered a significant journey.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Li Chuwen’s mind was filled with endless scenes of what might happen upon arrival. She kept thinking that if Tang Zhong couldn’t help her, she would just marry Miao Qing to protect Tang Zhong. But if Tang Zhong did manage to help her, she would be deeply grateful to him.

The Southern Border was home to the Southern Border Tribe. Its people, an ethnic minority, had a culture and traditions all their own.

At that moment, in one of the tribal villages—where all houses were built on bamboo stilts and raised off the ground—a particular commotion was unfolding outside one bamboo house. A crowd had gathered, dressed in traditional ethnic attire, surrounding the house so tightly that not even a drop of water could trickle through.

"Sigh, what a shame about the Li Family’s lovely daughter," someone lamented.

"Indeed. And look at Miao Qing—what does he even look like? So ugly! I remember Li Chuwen is such a beautiful girl!"

"Shh, keep your voice down! If Miao Qing hears you, we’ll be in trouble too. Don’t forget, though Miao Qing is ugly, his family is wealthy, and he’s a descendent of a Gu Master!"

"True, Gu Masters are like high-status celebrities..."

In the Southern Border Tribe, Gu Masters were highly revered. Becoming a Gu Master was a dream for many, as dignitaries and nobles would seek them out.

Some would approach a Gu Master with the birthdate of a rival, asking them to cast a Gu spell for revenge. Others would seek their help to protect loved ones or even extend someone’s life by implanting a Gu worm.

In short, being a Gu Master was a mysterious and prestigious profession.

At this moment, inside the bamboo house—

This was the home of Li Chuwen’s family.

A typical Chinese-style residence.

The center of the room was filled with stacks of betrothal gifts, all neatly packed in ornate boxes.

To the side stood a short, chubby man in a tank top and shorts, wearing flip-flops. He appeared to be in his forties, but in reality, he was only twenty-five. His skin was dark, his hair sparse, and his features grotesque—his thick lips jutted unnaturally forward, his teeth were crooked and misshapen, one eye was disproportionately larger than the other.

If there were a global ranking of the ugliest people, this man would either take the first or second spot.

At that moment, he was picking his toes with his fingers, then bringing his hand to his nose to sniff. To his delight, it seemed to bring him great satisfaction.

But no one thought it was disgusting.

For this man was none other than Miao Qing, heir to the Gu Master legacy from the Miao Family.

Behind him stood the Miao family members, part of the Gu Art clan.

Opposite them knelt a tearful couple, joined by a young girl. The couple were Li Chuwen’s parents, and the girl was her younger sister—just twelve years old, essentially a miniature version of Li Chuwen.

Miao Qing, having sniffed his fingers, grabbed an apple from nearby and said, "So, my dear in-laws, have you made up your minds yet? Look, I’ve already brought all these betrothal gifts. When will you let Wenwen return? You know how much I love her; I’m absolutely crazy about her!"

Li Chuwen’s parents had cried countless times already. As parents, they wished for their daughter to marry into a decent family. The Miao Family was undoubtedly powerful, but Miao Qing was another story entirely. His appearance alone was appalling, and on top of that, he was notorious for being unfaithful. He already had over a dozen wives. Letting Wenwen marry him would be ruining her life. As parents, how could they ever accept this?

But they were powerless against him.

In a matter of moments, Miao Qing devoured the apple, holding it in the same hand he used to pick his toes. Then he looked at Li Chuwen’s parents again. "I mean, dear in-laws, what’s there to think about? It’s just marrying Wenwen to me—what’s so difficult about that? Besides, the Miao Family is prestigious. Marrying into our family is a blessing for you guys. Don’t take this for granted. And hey, if Wenwen really doesn’t want to marry me, I can take her little sister instead. She’s only a teenager, but I’d be happy to marry her!"

As he spoke, Miao Qing glanced at Li Chuwen’s younger sister, saliva nearly dripping from his mouth.