The Rise of Dragon Son-in-Law
Chapter 347 - 337

Chapter 347: Chapter 337

Wang Meng stood up and, after realizing it was Long Chen, her anger did not subside; instead, it burned even brighter.

"You jerk, I’ve been lying here all night just waiting for you, and you actually kicked me, I’m going to fight you to the death."

Wang Meng threw a punch at Li Xiu.

Boom.

That punch was no simple matter; it slightly warped the very void.

Being able to get so close to the people from the Heavenly God Temple, she was no ordinary woman.

This single punch alone could shake a thousand pounds.

However, this level of strength was like a candle’s light in the presence of Long Chen.

Long Chen casually raised his hand and easily caught Wang Meng’s wrist.

Wang Meng’s strength was immediately nullified, and she became completely weak in front of Long Chen.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch."

Wang Meng gasped in pain.

"Still daring to strike me, you want to die?"

Long Chen stared at Wang Meng.

"If you can, just kill me."

Wang Meng gritted her teeth, "If you can’t kill me, I’ll cling to you. If you do kill me, I’ll haunt you even as a ghost."

"So either way you’re going to cling to me?"

"Unless you agree to teach me as your student," Wang Meng said.

"I have never seen a woman as ridiculously persistent as you are. I won’t kill you; I’ll strip you naked and throw you onto the street, let everyone appreciate your enchanting figure."

Long Chen said with a smile.

"You wouldn’t dare."

Wang Meng was genuinely startled.

"See if I dare."

Long Chen made as if to take action.

But Wang Meng suddenly calmed down, stood still, and closed her eyes.

Seeing this, Long Chen was quite surprised, "You’re not afraid?"

"I believe in my intuition, my intuition tells me that you are a good person, so I’m betting you really won’t strip me naked."

Wang Meng said seriously.

Long Chen was at a loss for words for a moment, he really didn’t know what to do with Wang Meng.

He couldn’t kill her, couldn’t chase her away, she was like a clingy plaster.

Long Chen simply couldn’t be bothered and walked straight into the construction site.

Wang Meng, dragging her suitcase, followed closely behind Long Chen, not leaving his side.

Before long, Xia Ling arrived at the site.

She paused when she saw Wang Meng following Long Chen, and then asked, "Long Chen, who is this?"

"Heavenly God Temple’s Third Master Ning Shenji’s clingy plaster, a beauty trap, don’t mind her."

Long Chen said with a laugh.

"Oh, okay."

Xia Ling truly ignored Wang Meng, turned her head, and started talking seriously with Long Chen about the decorating style for Great Xia Mansion.

Wang Meng, being ignored, felt extremely frustrated.

She sized up Xia Ling from top to bottom and found that this woman was not inferior to her in both figure and appearance.

This sparked a sense of competitiveness in Wang Meng, and she was eager to see who was better.

"Big sister, I think you are very impolite."

Wang Meng stared at Xia Ling.

Xia Ling raised an eyebrow, "My husband said not to bother with you, so I don’t want to bother with you."

"Your husband?" Wang Meng paused and then disdainfully said, "I thought Long Chen’s wife would be more impressive. Now it seems you are just a vase who only knows how to listen to a man."

Slap.

As soon as Wang Meng’s words fell, Long Chen raised his hand and slapped her across the face.

He truly slapped her, without any hesitation or doubt.

Wang Meng, having been slapped, stared at Long Chen in disbelief.

Long Chen, however, said sternly, "No matter how you misbehave in front of me, I’ve spared you out of consideration that you are a woman, but remember not to cross my line. My woman is not to be insulted by anyone, with words or actions, or else, I will make them regret it."

Wang Meng, touching her burning cheek, confusedly squatted on the ground and, like a little girl, started to cry loudly.

Xia Ling, who was moved by Long Chen’s words, couldn’t help but be caught between laughter and tears.

"You handle it, I’m going back to the company to deal with some things."

Xia Ling smiled wryly and left.

Long Chen watched as Wang Meng’s crying grew louder, increasingly annoyed, "Just scram, your brazen tactics won’t work on me."

"I don’t care, I’ve come this far, lost face, and even got hit by you. If I give up now, I’d rather die," Wang Meng shouted loudly.

"Are you determined not to shed tears until you see the coffin?" Long Chen asked.

"If you don’t agree, I will never let you go, I’ll haunt you every day, just haunt you," Wang Meng shouted loudly.

"Fine, come with me," Long Chen said.

At this, Wang Meng, who felt utterly wronged, was suddenly elated.

She thought Long Chen was finally going to agree.

So she followed behind Long Chen into a large hall that had been completed.

Long Chen specifically instructed that no one was allowed near this hall.

Wang Meng, courageous as she was, did not realize the gravity of the situation and followed Long Chen into the hall.

"So, are you going to agree? Whatever conditions you have, just say them," Wang Meng stared at Long Chen.

Long Chen spoke in a deep voice, "I’ll tell you one last time, no matter what methods you use, I will never teach Alchemy to anyone from the Heavenly God Temple. Your actions, whether representing the Heavenly God Temple or yourself, have seriously interfered with my personal life and work. I hope you can stop making a nuisance of yourself and stop bothering me. Can you do that?"

"I’ll say it again, if you don’t agree, no matter what you do to me, I won’t give up," Wang Meng said through clenched teeth.

She had her own obsession.

Only if Long Chen agreed to teach Old Medicine Alchemy, would Ning Shenji agree to postpone the wedding by two months, giving her a chance to find a way to call off the marriage.

Therefore, no matter how much Long Chen disgusted her or tried to drive her away, she would not leave.

Long Chen was also angered by Wang Meng’s stubbornness.

He suddenly seized Wang Meng by the neck and threatened, "If you don’t obey, I really will kill you."

"I’d rather die than leave," Wang Meng struggled to say.

Long Chen increased his grip.

Wang Meng struggled to breathe, gasping for air.

"If you’re willing to leave and never come back, blink twice. Otherwise, I will send you to the hereafter," Long Chen said sternly.

Upon hearing this, Wang Meng refused to blink, not even once.

Long Chen knew that if he didn’t let go now, Wang Meng would surely die.

Seeing Wang Meng’s pupils starting to dilate, Long Chen released his grip.

Wang Meng immediately started coughing violently and took a while to catch her breath.

"You’re absolutely crazy," Long Chen said angrily.

"Ha, you can’t do it, can you? What else have you got? Go ahead, I’m not afraid of you," Wang Meng sneered.

"Don’t provoke me, or you’ll regret it," Long Chen said.

"I’m provoking you on purpose, you either agree, or you kill me," Wang Meng glared at Long Chen; she seemed to have no fear of him.

But Wang Meng was completely unaware of the consequences of angering Long Chen.

Suddenly, Long Chen reached out and pulled Wang Meng into his arms.

"What... what are you doing?" Wang Meng’s face flushed.

"Since you won’t leave and insist on being shameless, then let’s give you a different experience," Long Chen sneered.

"You’re crazy, you have a wife, don’t do this," Wang Meng said loudly.

"If you’re scared, it’s not too late to leave now, I’m not forcing you," Long Chen said.

"Don’t even think about it," Wang Meng said defiantly, thinking Long Chen was just making empty threats again.

But then, Long Chen suddenly grabbed her hair, forcing her to kneel before him.