The Sweet Life of Superstar and His Goddess Wife
Chapter 155: We’re not related

Chapter 155: 155: We’re not related

"Se... Second Senior Brother..." Why did she feel something was off with his words? Was it just her imagination?

Xu Ruoxuan was a bit confused.

Tong Raosheng interrupted her with a pained expression, "Junior Sister, please don’t tell me you did something foolish again? You know you’re not the sharpest tool in the shed, but could you at least not be this brainless?"

Alright, she was indeed quite brainless. To avoid saying something she shouldn’t, it was better for her to keep quiet.

With tears in her eyes, she looked at Tong Raosheng pitifully: Second Senior Brother, I’m entrusting myself to you.

Tong Raosheng managed to portray a clueless victim expertly, as if begging on behalf of whoever implicated him, hoping the other party would show mercy.

Mu Qiuniang: "..."

Jiang Nuo: "..."

Even though he was an actor, seeing this performance made him feel inferior.

This guy is impressive! It’s a pity he doesn’t act for a living!

But does he know there’s a type of acting—overacting—that makes things seem fake?

A true veteran actor performs seamlessly, making it impossible to tell it’s acting, as if it were real.

Jiang Nuo tugged on Mu Qiuniang’s sleeve, worried that his naive wife might be deceived.

Mu Qiuniang calmly shook her head to reassure him.

She didn’t need to verify if someone was acting; in the face of absolute strength, everything else is just a paper tiger.

"Since he dared to lay a hand on my husband, he can leave his hand behind," Mu Qiuniang said nonchalantly, as if discussing what to eat today.

This woman, with a naturally Yin body, is the ideal Furnace in the eyes of Evil Cultivators. The fact that she’s practicing the Yin Birth Technique only adds insult to injury, as Mu Qiuniang discovered while sealing her Spiritual Energy.

Originally intending to deal with her directly, Mu Qiuniang changed her mind. Furnaces never meet a good end; killing her now would grant her a better fate.

"What?!" Cut off her hand? What could be uglier for a woman than losing her hand? How would she seduce Immortals and change her Furnace fate?

Xu Ruoxuan shouted, "No! I don’t want to lose my hand, Second Senior Brother, save me..."

Mu Qiuniang’s gaze was indifferent, but Tong Raosheng, with a guilty conscience, felt seen through.

It seemed as though all his schemes were exposed under the sunlight.

A chill ran down his spine, and he sweated profusely, doubting his clothes were soaking.

Trying to remain calm, he didn’t dare meet his Junior Sister’s desperate gaze, almost blurting, "So if I cut off my Junior Sister’s hands, you’ll let us go, right?"

"Do you really have to cut them off? Isn’t everyone friends? Can’t friends resolve conflicts through arguing instead of resorting to blades?" Tong Raosheng tentatively asked, "And as you see, my Junior Sister is quite foolish, often acting without thought. She never means it..."

"Does that have anything to do with me?" Mu Qiuniang responded icily, "You only have two choices: take your Junior Sister’s corpse back or cut off her hands."

"No, no, no, I don’t... I don’t... I want my hands, I want my hands... Second Senior Brother, I want my hands..."

Unfortunately, Xu Ruoxuan’s screams didn’t move Tong Raosheng’s heart. Seeing no hope for negotiation, he made a painful decision, gripping her arm tightly.

Though his Spiritual Power was sealed by Mu Qiuniang, being male, he was far stronger than Xu Ruoxuan, making it impossible for her to break free.

He forcibly dragged Xu Ruoxuan in front of Mu Qiuniang. "If you must cut off my Junior Sister’s hands to let her go, then do it!"

He closed his eyes afterward, uncertain whether he couldn’t bear his Junior Sister losing her hands or the coldness of the woman he fell for at first sight.

Jiang Nuo felt a twinge of jealousy, wondering how, in such a short time, his wife brought back a rival in love.

He held Mu Qiuniang’s hand tightly, unwilling to let go.

As for Xu Ruoxuan, he utterly ignored her.

Damn! She nearly killed his wife, him too; he’d be crazy to sympathize with her!

Mu Qiuniang seemed somewhat unused to showing this side of her to Jiang Nuo. She took out his brush and, before proceeding, said to Jiang Nuo, "Why don’t you close your eyes too?"

"Huh? Why?"

"I’m afraid you’ll have nightmares," Mu Qiuniang looked at him intently.

Jiang Nuo shook his head. "You’re my wife. I’d willingly face nightmares. And I need to get used to this sort of thing, don’t I?"

He was on this path too, destined not to live a peaceful life. One day, he’d also be stained with blood like her. As a man, he couldn’t let his woman stand before him all the time; that’d make him feel useless.

A man wants to protect the woman he loves!

"Okay!"

Tong Raosheng’s brow twitched as he tried to open his eyes again, fearing the heartbreak he’d witness, ultimately failing to do so.

His lips pressed tightly together, clearly showing his immense grief.

Of course, Jiang Nuo noticed and was overwhelmingly jealous, giving Mu Qiuniang a displeased look.

Mu Qiuniang was oblivious as she wondered what to draw. She considered sketching a large blade to sever Xu Ruoxuan’s hands but feared scaring Jiang Nuo, opting to draw a cluster of blood-sucking roses instead for a more beautiful scene.

The pure white flowers transformed into a long braid, swiftly wrapping around Xu Ruoxuan’s wrists amid her screams. Her delicate wrists were like jade, and the pristine white roses gleamed like the moon, skin and petals entwined, creating a bizarre beauty.

Sadly, no one appreciated this beauty; beneath the lovely facade lay a piercing cruelty that cut deep into the bones.

The blossoms accumulated, one atop another, soon covering her hands entirely, leaving them hidden from view.

"Ah..."

A piercing scream was heard as the white flowers soaked up the scarlet dye, turning crimson, ethereal, and sinister. They seemed to savor the newfound delicacy, swaying contentedly, their petals now a resplendent, lustrous jade.

Bai Ruoxuan’s complexion turned ghostly pale, drained of blood, resembling a lifeless paper doll.

She fainted from the pain!

Mu Qiuniang waved her hands, and the Red Roses retracted, compacting into a small sprout. With a flick of her pen, the sprout disappeared into the air.

Beneath Bai Ruoxuan’s luxurious sleeves, her jade arms vanished, and her sleeves hung emptily, fluttering with the breeze, devoid of a single drop of blood.