Chapter 632 - 324: Sword Saint? Just Sells Swords to Flex

Chapter 632: Chapter 324: Sword Saint? Just Sells Swords to Flex

In the room, Li Muchen changed into the sexy nightgown she’d brought, right in front of Chen Jincheng.

Chen Jincheng immediately turned the room lights to their brightest setting.

The flimsy fabric offered no resistance to the light, and with no undergarments for defense...

The sight... *Sizzle!*

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Seriously, if this scene were uploaded to the internet, it would definitely get flagged by the censors.

Just looking at her, Chen Jincheng couldn’t help but marvel at the designer’s genius. He even had the impulse to poach them for Second-Life Star’s fashion design department.

’In the future, I’ll have them specialize in designing outfits like this for the girls,’ he thought. ’And I can be the official inspector, having the girls try them on for my personal... quality check.’

"This outfit is fantastic. Shall we start going over the script?" Chen Jincheng said with a smile, walking over to her.

...(10,000 words omitted)...

"Boss, I’ll be heading back now!" Li Muchen said after changing her clothes, then hurried out the door.

’Going over the script with the boss in broad daylight... It’s actually kind of embarrassing.’

That evening, Chen Jincheng had dinner with Sister Hong and the others at the hotel restaurant.

As soon as he sat down, Sister Hehe started staring daggers at him. Her gaze was a clear warning: ’You know what this is about. Don’t try any funny business.’

Li Muchen and Zhang Ao’ai both noticed the strangeness in Sister Hehe’s gaze. When they met her eyes, they were taken aback by the clear warning they saw there.

So, they quickly excused themselves to Chen Jincheng and left.

"Boss, we’ve finished eating. Take your time."

"We’re going to head back and rest. We have a flight to catch tomorrow!"

Sister Hong sensed the strange atmosphere as well. Uncomfortable sitting with the two of them, she simply picked up her plate and moved to another table.

"Sister Hong, you took all the food. What am I supposed to eat?" Chen Jincheng said, speechless at her actions.

Sister Hong glanced at Sister Hehe and said teasingly, "How should I know what you’re going to eat? It’s definitely not going to be anything from this plate, though."

"..." Chen Jincheng looked awkwardly at Sister Hehe. "Why don’t you go get the food back? Otherwise, we won’t have anything to eat."

"Then eat me!" Sister Hehe retorted bluntly.

"Sister Hehe, I don’t eat people," Chen Jincheng said.

"Cut the act!" Sister Hehe was done with the banter. She stood up, grabbed his arm, and began pulling him out of the restaurant.

The way she was dragging him...

Chen Jincheng sighed. "Sister Hehe, up until we left the restaurant, I was still holding out hope that this was just a spur-of-the-moment thing for you. But now I see you’re as stubborn as a mule. Even Cenchun isn’t this lovesick."

"Cenchun? The DJ from the bar? That Miss Cheng who’s so good at getting the crowd hyped?" Sister Hehe ignored his question and the term "lovesick," her focus immediately shifting to Cenchun.

"You seem to know a lot about the girls at my company," Chen Jincheng said, shaking his head.

"I was making comparisons!" Sister Hehe said with grave seriousness. "I’ve compared myself to every single one of your Miss Chengs. My face and my body are just as good as theirs, if not better. I’m your top supporter! Why can’t you like me?!"

Then, she added mysteriously, "Oh, right. I got you a gift. It’ll make sure you don’t... falter tonight."

When they got to the room, Chen Jincheng saw the bottle of "special" pills. His cheek began to twitch. "Who told you I needed this?"

Sister Hehe plopped right down onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Who do you think? From last night through noon today, were you holding back at all? You ’went over the script’ with two people. You must be pretty pleased with yourself, huh?"

"But I told you. You can play around all you want, have as much fun as you like. But when it’s my turn, you are not allowed to falter. You don’t get to have all your fun and then short-change me."

"So, knowing you might not be up to the task tonight, I naturally had to make sure you were fully prepared. Aren’t I thoughtful?"

Chen Jincheng was utterly speechless. He tossed the bottle into the trash. Ignoring Sister Hehe’s displeased look, he swept her up into his arms and strode toward the bed. "Honestly," he said menacingly, "I can tolerate a lot of things. But you questioning my performance? That, I cannot tolerate. So don’t even think about begging for mercy tonight. It won’t work."

"Bring it on! Who’s afraid? Prove you’ve got what it takes!" Sister Hehe, however, was thrilled. She clung to his neck, taunting him, "If you can make me beg for mercy, you can play with anyone else however you want in the future. You want to go on a trip with another girl? I’ll personally plan the itinerary to make sure you have a great time."

"Fuck!"

"Then fuck me!"

...

Time passed.

The next day came quickly.

Morning light filtered through the thin curtains, spilling gently into the room.

A languid intimacy lingered in the air, as if guarding a waking dream. The scent of sweetness and affection seemed to hang in the atmosphere.

A loud *SMACK*—the sound of a slap—rang out, followed by Chen Jincheng’s voice. "Rest time’s over. Get up!"

"Ah? Are you using a time-skip? How are you rested already?!" Sister Hehe’s panicked voice cried out.

"No more complaining!" Chen Jincheng grunted.

"I’ve already begged for mercy three times since last night! Can’t you just spare me?" Sister Hehe said, her voice on the verge of tears. "All I did was doubt your stamina for a second! Did you really need to be this vengeful?"

"*Sob, sob, sob...* Chen Jincheng, you’re too much! I hate you..."

Her accusations echoed through every corner of the room, her words filled with a towering hatred, as if she wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

And yet, an hour later, Sister Hehe was clinging to Chen Jincheng’s arm, her face a picture of tender affection as they left the room together. The only thing was, her gait was clearly... off.