Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Mu Ninghan rubbed her forehead and gave a light, forced smile. Your next chapter awaits on empire

"That Ye Ling," she said with a chuckle, "look here, even if you don't want to abandon those close female friends of yours, do you really have to use such childish expressions?"

"Billions in assets?"

"Girlfriend who's an S-ranked assassin?"

Fairy tales, absolute fairy tales.

Since the last incident at the Imperial Dynasty Disco, Mu Ninghan had sent people to investigate Ye Ling's background, only to find out he was a complete loser.

Not only was he penniless, but he was also a charlatan, reportedly hawking something called Menstrual Pills and Cold Pills on the streets?

Mu Ninghan really wanted to ask, big brother, are you here to provide comedy?

But in just a few days?

He was once again boasting that he had several women, billions in assets, and among these women, there was one with the powerful presence of an S-ranked assassin.

"I've lied to you? Weren't your scars treated by me?" Ye Ling retorted.

Mu Ninghan paused, considering Ye Ling's words. It seemed true; her scars had been like a thorn in her heart. Now a wealthy woman, she had sought treatment at many heavily-advertised cosmetic clinics.

But they all told her there was no solution other than a skin graft, as the scars were old and stubborn due to the passage of time, irretrievable by other means.

And skin grafts were not what Mu Ninghan wanted, for after the procedure, the skin would not be her own. For someone as fastidious as Mu Ninghan, this was unbearable.

Yet, this very ailment was cured overnight by Ye Ling. Alright, even though Mu Ninghan didn't know how Ye Ling had done it.

"Ye Ling, do you wish to win my heart?" Mu Ninghan suddenly changed the subject.

Ye Ling was taken aback, somewhat confused. "What do you mean? Are you trying to say that having my physical self without my heart is useless?"

"But I think you must have some conditions, let's hear them." Ye Ling calmed down and sat on the bed, speaking steadily.

Mu Ninghan nodded, steadied her emotions, and then began to tell her story slowly.

Ten years ago, Mu Ninghan was a fresh-faced college girl, blooming with youth and energy, an angel in the hearts of many upper and lowerclassmen.

At that time, Mu Ninghan caught the eye of a school tyrant who, with his family's power, committed numerous outrages, that unfortunately, no one dared to challenge.

Mu Ninghan had of course heard of his terrible deeds, which were rumored to involve the suicides of several senior schoolgirls, so she rebuffed him.

But to Mu Ninghan's utter shock, he forcibly kidnapped her and intended to violate her. The fiercely proud Mu Ninghan even considered death.

Perhaps her actions frightened the tyrant, so he spared her, but the hideous scars on Mu Ninghan's body were his handiwork.

Mu Ninghan could never forget how the burning cigarettes, trailing blue smoke as they were pressed into her flesh, her muffled screams, and the man's excited and ferocious look made a stark, mocking contrast.

Following that incident, Mu Ninghan withdrew from school.

"Another melodramatic story, but now with your capabilities, why not just send a few gunmen to finish off that bastard easily?" Ye Ling shrugged indifferently.

Mu Ninghan, however, scoffed coldly. "If I could have, I would've done it long ago."

"Let alone hiring gunmen—if I poured in all of Hongjing Association and my family's resources, I still wouldn't touch a hair on his head. What else can I do?" Mu Ninghan said with a tinge of despair.

"Sorry, the condition I just mentioned was too difficult. Regardless, I'm now your woman and I won't be like those women who forced you out yesterday. After all, I belong to the underworld too, and men having multiple women is quite normal to me."

"However, please give me time to slowly accept you. You should know that's how emotions work."

Mu Ninghan smiled faintly, her smile filled with helplessness.

Ye Ling took a deep breath, walked over to Mu Ninghan, and embraced her tightly, whispering, "Don't worry, you're my woman, and I'll make sure that bastard pays!"

"What are you planning to do?" Mu Ninghan asked.

Ye Ling shrugged his shoulders. "I'll first go see what that bastard is made of and check out his background."

Mu Ninghan shook her head. "I meant about those women in your family."

Upon hearing this, three lines appeared on Ye Ling's forehead. "Hmph, I'm a man, a normal man. If they dare to push me again, I'll just run away from home!"

Mu Ninghan was stunned; such lofty rhetoric was something only Ye Ling might come up with.

Right then, Ye Ling received a phone call. After a few short seconds, he hung up, his face grim.

The voice on the phone had just uttered a few words followed by a cry before hanging up.

"Ye Ling, save me! Industrial Park in the new district!"

The voice belonged to none other than Shen Yuexin!

Ye Ling's eyes gradually grew colder, sharp as a knife, his whole body radiating a thick murderous intent. Mu Ninghan shivered, as if plunged into the depths of freezing winter.