Chapter 382: Murong Bufan Faints from Anger!

“Indeed!”

Hearing Wang Yaodong’s frightened voice, Qing Mozhi nodded proudly.

“I was an old friend of the late Murong Elder.”

“And now, I have a friendship with Young Murong.”

“Family head Wang, for my sake, please have a proper conversation with Young Murong!”

“After all, Young Murong is just concerned and doesn’t want your daughter to marry someone she doesn’t like!”

Although Qing Mozhi’s tone was polite, his arrogant demeanor made his underlying threat clear.

“This…” Wang Yaodong, feeling threatened, was at a loss for what to do.

However, at that moment, someone else spoke up.

It was a faint female voice.

“Qing Mozhi, you’ve finally reached the early stage of the legend realm after so long, and you’re quite proud of it, aren’t you?”

“Daring to show off in front of me!”

“…Hmm?”

Hearing such words, Qing Mozhi, who was posing with his head held high, immediately became displeased.

How dare they!

He turned to see who dared to offend a legend-level expert like him—

“Since you’re so arrogant, let me have a match with you!”

“Although I’m a junior, I don’t mind you bullying the young.”

Then he saw Zhao Nishang standing up with a fierce look in her eyes.

Like seeing a ghost, Qing Mozhi was so scared that he took several steps back.

“Zhao, Zhao Nishang?!”

“This is the territory of Qingyun Holy Land. What are you doing here?!”

“That’s none of your business.” Zhao Nishang cracked her knuckles, her face “kind”:

“Qing Mozhi, you dare to cause trouble at my good nephew’s wedding.”

“It seems you’re very confident in your strength, looking down on me.”

“Well then, let me test your skills!”

“No, this, this is a misunderstanding, War God Zhao, you…”

However, before Qing Mozhi could finish explaining, Zhao Nishang’s figure disappeared.

This scene terrified Qing Mozhi, and he turned and ran, completely abandoning his high and mighty image.

But.

Even though he ran for his life, as soon as he reached the Wang family’s gate, he was kicked hard from behind.

A faint voice followed.

“Aren’t you so powerful and arrogant? Then don’t run!”

“War God Zhao, it’s a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!”

Qing Mozhi clutched his lower back, explaining loudly while running for his life.

Unfortunately, half a minute later.

He was slapped hard by Zhao Nishang again.

……

While the two legend-level experts were chasing and fleeing.

At the Wang family’s wedding.

Wang Haoran smiled at Murong Bufan, who was still in shock.

“Murong Bufan, we’ve known each other for a while.”

Wang Haoran glanced at a certain part of him: “Besides, as a man, I can’t bully someone like you.”

“So I’m giving you a chance.”

“I’ll let her choose.”

Wang Haoran had the bride stand beside him, holding her tightly.

He wrapped his arm around her slender waist, occasionally squeezing it.

Even through the clothes, it felt soft and elastic.

“If she wants to go with you, despite your condition, it means your love is true, and I’ll let you be.”

“But…”

“Let me ask you one more time.”

“Are you sure you want to crash this wedding?”

“Hmph, of course!” Seeing Wang Haoran’s smug smile, Murong Bufan only snorted coldly.

No matter what tricks Wang Haoran had, it couldn’t stop him from saving his childhood sweetheart!

“Xi’er, I’m here to save you, come over!”

“With me here, you have nothing to fear!”

Murong Bufan’s tone was gentle.

He believed that with their deep childhood bond, Cousin Yuxi would be moved and rush into his arms.

If Wang Haoran tried to stop him, he would fight.

However.

Fantasy remained fantasy.

To Murong Bufan’s surprise, after he spoke, a soft sigh came from under the red veil.

“Sigh, Xiaofan, stop making trouble!”

As the veil was lifted, revealing a familiar beautiful face, Murong Bufan was shocked, his eyes wide with disbelief—

“Mother?!”

“How can it be you?!”

“Haha, what are you saying? Your Sister Yuxi is the eldest daughter of the Wang family, and your mother isn’t?”

Laughing, Wang Haoran bit Wang Yuanjun’s red lips, then turned with a smile.

Taking advantage of the moment, he decided to mess with Murong Bufan a bit more, playing the role of his “father”—

“Sigh, Murong Bufan, although I know you don’t want to acknowledge me, I am now your father!”

“I’ll forgive your earlier nonsense!”

“After all, as a father, I must be more tolerant of my son!”

“Now go sit down and wait to drink the wedding wine of me and your mother!”

Then, after grabbing Wang Yuanjun’s plump ass, she also spoke helplessly.

“Xiaofan, be good… listen to your father, go sit down!”

Wang Haoran was very satisfied: “Xiaofan, don’t worry, I’ll take good care of your mother.”

“In the future, we’ll have a big fat son, and he’ll call you…”

“Brother isn’t right… sigh, let’s have my child call you sister!”

Wang Haoran caressed Wang Yuanjun’s belly while looking into her eyes, “Is that okay?”

“Yes!”

Wang Yuanjun nodded shyly, leaning into the man’s arms, closing her eyes.

Her blushing face, it was unclear if it was from guilt… or shyness…

But regardless of the reason.

This scene made Murong Bufan so angry that he almost lost his mind.

“You… Wang Haoran, you…!”

However, facing the nearly irrational Murong Bufan, Wang Haoran still spoke in a “kind and tolerant” tone, like coaxing a child:

“Now I am your mother’s husband.”

“Xiaofan, think carefully, what should you call me?”

“Wang Haoran, you, you bully… too much!”

With a roar, Murong Bufan fainted from anger!

[Ding! Murong Bufan’s self-castration was exposed, ridiculed by the crowd, mental state damaged! Murong Bufan’s protagonist halo -300, host’s luck points +300, ability points +30!]

[Ding! Murong Bufan watched the host act as his father but couldn’t refute, mental state exploded! Murong Bufan’s protagonist halo -500, host’s luck points +500, ability points +50!]

[Murong Bufan’s remaining protagonist halo: 2500, host’s current luck points: 3000, ability points: 400!]

***

Not long after.

The Wang family’s servants threw the unconscious Murong Bufan into the stinking gutter on the street.

They also took the treasure from his pouch, tied it with a rope, and hung it around his neck.

At this moment.

Zhao Nishang returned.

She had chased for half an hour.

After slapping Qing Mozhi seventeen times, seeing him lose his teeth and speak with a lisp, she let him crawl out of Yongling Town.

Remembering her good nephew’s wedding, she stopped the chase and returned.

“Speaking of which, slapping is indeed a good way to teach someone a lesson!”

Then, Zhao Nishang smiled and went to find her good nephew.