Chapter 332 - 330: Becoming Yang Xun’s Benefactor

The black sports car drove out of the Suiyue Bath Center’s parking lot and merged into the twilight traffic.

Su Mei held the steering wheel with one hand. With her other, she fished out a pack of slim cigarettes from the console, placed one between her lips, and lit it. Smoke drifted slowly from her slightly parted red lips, filling the cabin. She narrowed her eyes, her mind still savoring the memory of her passionate entanglement with Yang Xun.

That pure, almost domineering Yang Qi was currently flowing slowly through her meridians, drawing a comfortable sigh from her lips. This was already her second time absorbing Essence Qi from him. It was much more abundant than before, and ridiculously pure in quality. However, that force she was unable to suppress still lingered inside his body, like some sort of mark.

Her car passed through the city center and drove into an old neighborhood undergoing demolition in the West Suburbs. The houses here had long been vacated, so absolutely no one would notice Su Mei. She parked behind a seemingly abandoned factory building, turned off the engine, and got out. Her high heels clicked as she navigated around piles of rubble and withered grass, stepping through a rust-mottled iron gate.

Behind the gate was a narrow corridor, its walls coated in a thick layer of dust. But upon reaching the end of the corridor and pushing open another iron door disguised as a brick wall, the scene changed completely. It was a meticulously renovated secret room.

A fluorescent light on the ceiling emitted a cold white glow, illuminating the entire space. The smooth concrete floor was covered in densely packed symbols drawn with dark red pigment, their lines complex yet orderly. A somewhat pungent odor permeated the air—a mixture of dried herbs, old blood, and some kind of sweet, metallic-smelling incense.

Scarface sat cross-legged on a cot in the corner. He wore a tight black T-shirt, the muscles on his exposed arms bulging like knotted roots. The spot where Yang Xun had injured him earlier showed no trace of damage; the skin color matched its surroundings perfectly, and he even looked a bit bulkier than before.

Hearing the door open, Scarface looked up. Upon seeing Su Mei, his eyes instantly filled with adoration and sycophancy. "Master, you’re back."

Su Mei nodded, slowly walking to the center of the room and looking down at the dark red symbols on the floor. Her high heels made a crisp sound against the concrete, every step precisely avoiding the drawn lines. "Your injury healed faster than I expected. It seems the medicinal efficacy of that pill was stronger than I imagined," she finally spoke, a hint of satisfaction in her voice.

"Thank you for bestowing the medicine, Master," Scarface said, his face full of gratitude.

Su Mei waved her hand dismissively, her gaze fixed on the strange symbols. Scarface had no idea what they meant, but they looked bizarre enough to make his scalp tingle.

"Master, what are these symbols?"

The corners of Su Mei’s lips curled slightly into an enigmatic smile. "You’ll find out when the time comes." Saying that, she bent down and retrieved a grayish-green ceramic bowl from a wooden crate by her feet. The bowl contained a half-filled serving of dark red liquid. It looked like fresh blood but emanated the bitter scent unique to herbs.

She leaned over and poured the red liquid over the existing lines, tracing them once more. Scarface stood to the side without pressing further. Having cultivated under his master for many years, he knew she never did anything pointless. Those symbols definitely served some special purpose.

A moment later, Su Mei finished tracing the symbols. She set the bowl down, straightened up, and brushed imaginary dust from her hands before turning to Scarface. "Since your injury has fully healed, it’s time to get down to business. I have a task for you."

"Just give the word."

"Go find the boss of Zhonghai Meiyan Biotechnology."

Scarface frowned slightly, somewhat confused. "You mean Cheng Ye?" Having been in the Cyan Dragon Gang for so many years, he naturally knew well the prominent figures in Zhonghai. Meiyan Biotechnology was a rising star that had suppressed the Xu Family to the point they couldn’t even raise their heads. In their clashes over the past few years, Cheng Ye had always held the upper hand. It was only during their most recent encounter that the Xu Family finally managed to pull off a victory.

"That’s him." Su Mei’s tone was unhurried. "He’s currently in a state of absolute panic. His business is steadily losing ground to the Xu Family’s newly released Ninghua Cream, and he hates Yang Xun to the core.

"Go find him. Tell him you’re a man of the underworld and can help him settle matters that can’t be handled in the light of day."

Scarface’s eyes flashed slightly. "Master wants to use Cheng Ye’s hands to eliminate Yang Xun?"

Su Mei shook her head, offering a captivating smile. "Cheng Ye has limited capability but massive ambition. His methods for dealing with the Xu Family are too unrefined—bribing insiders, hiring internet trolls, spreading rumors. Those are all underhanded tricks. He is absolutely no match for Yang Xun.

"Let alone him, even I have no confidence in eliminating Yang Xun. Furthermore, he still holds value for me. I don’t want to kill him."

The tip of her tongue darted out to lick her lips as she couldn’t help but reminisce about that soul-stirring sensation.

"Then why do this?" Scarface was getting increasingly confused by Su Mei. He felt that his master was truly unfathomable.

Su Mei chuckled softly. "Naturally, it’s to cause some trouble for Yang Xun, preventing him from keeping his eyes on me. Of course, when the time is right, we can also swallow up Meiyan Biotechnology. It’ll make things easier for us in the future.

"Also, Yang Xun might be suspecting me. If I can lend him a hand at a crucial moment, it will earn me his trust.

"Don’t look down on Yang Xun just because he’s young. Even I can’t see through his true strength. Rather than risking a direct confrontation with him, it’s better to act as his ’benefactor’ first and let him slowly lower his guard."

Scarface furrowed his brow, digesting Su Mei’s words.

Su Mei sat down on the sofa, a thoroughly calculating smile spreading across her exquisite face. "In front of him, I have to play a wealthy woman captivated by his charms—a woman who only wants his body, his skills, and his handsome face. That is the safest role to play.

"If he wants to play, I’ll play along. If he suspects me, I’ll let him suspect me. But he will never discover who I truly am."

"Brilliant, Master!" Scarface immediately agreed, the adoration in his eyes barely concealed.

He looked at Su Mei obsessively, his eyes flashing with desire. In truth, he knew very well that Su Mei’s Cultivation Technique required absorbing men’s Essence Qi. He had always wanted to serve his master, but she didn’t think much of him at all. Why on earth was that little bastard Yang Xun allowed to touch his master?! The mere thought of Yang Xun pressing his master against the bed, wildly demanding from her, made him want to slice Yang Xun into a thousand pieces.

"As for Cheng Ye, just infiltrate his company first. Being a bodyguard is fine, or even a security captain. He has plenty of men like that around him, so you won’t stand out," she commanded.

"Understood!" Scarface nodded, then turned and left the room, the iron gate shutting behind him.

Su Mei stood in the center of the room, looking down at the dark red symbols on the floor. The corners of her mouth slowly curved into an extremely faint smile.

"Yang Xun..." she murmured the name, her voice as faint as a passing breeze. "Take it slowly. Sooner or later, you’ll be mine."