Chapter 144

In the end, Ning Chen, rarely generous, bestowed his gift twice in a row, scalding Jiang Yan into unconsciousness.

Luckily, she fainted mid-swing, or she might’ve flown right off.

After conquering nearly thirty women in a row, Ning Chen grew even more energized, showing no signs of fatigue.

As long as his interest was piqued, stamina was never an issue.

The level above Jiang Yan’s belonged to Luo Fanshuang.

Ning Chen had expected this introverted girl to be the most conservative.

But the moment he entered her room on the jade disc, a teapot came flying at him.

Crash!

The porcelain shattered at his feet.

Ning Chen blinked in surprise, but before he could react, an angry, commanding voice rang out.

“You! Why are you only returning now?!”

Looking up, he saw Luo Fanshuang seated at a table, clad in luxurious robes, her usually cool face now twisted in fury.

In an instant, he understood—this was another roleplay scenario.

Her next words confirmed it.

“Staying out all night, every night—just which loose woman have you been fooling around with?”

“Do you even remember I’m your wife?!”

Her voice rose as she slammed the table, releasing the aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator—though carefully controlled to exert only the slightest pressure on him.

The moment he sensed her energy shift, Ning Chen knew.

She must’ve gotten a taste last night, just like Jiang Yan.

Otherwise, how could they both have broken through to Nascent Soul?

So she’d chosen a matriarchal script?

Interesting.

Ning Chen arched his brow. Time to play along properly.

Meeting her glare with equal intensity, he fired back with ruthless words, “So what if you’re my wife? You can’t satisfy me—why should I stay pent up?”

He sneered.

“Facing your frigid expression every day—do you have any idea how sick of it I am?”

Luo Fanshuang: “?!?”

This wasn’t how she’d imagined it!

She was supposed to be in charge here—why was Senior Brother still so domineering?

And what did he mean by “frigid”?

Was he calling her emotionally cold?

But his tone didn’t sound complimentary at all!

Luo Fanshuang floundered. For someone of her temperament, mustering the courage for this act had taken immense deliberation.

She’d wanted to leave a unique impression on Senior Brother.

But now that she’d started, she had to see it through!

Gritting her teeth, Luo Fanshuang glared and barked, “How dare you! Don’t think your status as the prime minister’s son protects you from my wrath!”

Oh?

Ning Chen was intrigued. So he had a prestigious background in this scenario?

Excellent.

That meant even less reason to hold back.

With a mocking smirk, Ning Chen brushed past her and flopped onto the bed, leaning back defiantly.

His tone dripped with challenge, “Oh? You want me to behave? Then come here. If you’ve got what it takes to satisfy me, I’ll obey you however you wish!”

“???”

Luo Fanshuang was stunned.

This escalation was too fast!

Her original script had been about her, the devoted wife, winning over her wayward husband through tender lovemaking, culminating in a lifetime of mutual devotion.

But Ning Chen had derailed it in three flat sentences.

Now she had no choice but to improvise.

Well, all roads led to the same destination.

Steeling herself, Luo Fanshuang marched forward.

Looking down at Ning Chen’s exposed neck—his posture practically inviting her to take him—she couldn’t help but gulp.

The sheer impact of his looks and physique was overwhelming.

She might’ve been cool and reserved, but she wasn’t made of stone.

And after being thoroughly tamed by him, how could she resist such a sight?

Digging her nails into her palms, she used the pain to focus.

Gritting her teeth, Luo Fanshuang fully embraced her role as the wronged wife, hiking up her robes and slamming down onto him.

“Ghk—!”

Instantly, Luo Fanshuang gasped.

The sensation was all too familiar.

Far from growing accustomed, her defenses had only weakened further.

The locks around her heart might as well have been made of paper now.

But before she could recover, Ning Chen’s critical voice rang out, “What’s this? You can’t even handle me just entering? Pathetic.”

“You’re nowhere near as good as Miss Jiang downstairs.”

Miss Jiang?

Luo Fanshuang froze.

Room assignments were based on tournament rankings, from highest to lowest. The woman below her was Jiang Yan!

Was he saying she couldn’t compare to Jiang Yan?

Luo Fanshuang clenched tightly.

Impossible!

Just a loser defeated by Wu Bi—even in a sparring match, I wouldn’t lose!

“You’re my man! I—I’m much stronger than her!” Luo Fanshuang’s movements suddenly grew wild, as if desperate to prove something to her husband.

Ning Chen remained unfazed, taking the full force of her assault without flinching. Only when the onslaught slowed did he speak.

“That’s it?”

Two simple words, dripping with utter disdain.

Luo Fanshuang: “?!!”

Sometimes, the colder a person appears, the more intense they become when provoked.

And this was one of those times.

Ignoring her own physical limits, Luo Fanshuang accelerated again—even as her waist trembled uncontrollably with each rise, she stubbornly maintained the rhythm.

Feeling the tremors coursing through her, Ning Chen smirked.

Just moments ago, Luo Fanshuang had been on the verge of collapsing, her eyes rolling back. But at his taunt, the thought of losing to Jiang Yan in this of all things ignited a desperate surge of energy. She pushed harder, faster—

Her suction clamped onto him like a starved octopus, relentless and ravenous.

Gasping, her voice cracked into a high-pitched cry—

Then…

As the crescendo of passion peaked, Luo Fanshuang’s body gave out, collapsing in exhaustion.

Yet, a faint smile touched her lips.

This should be enough, right?

She had pushed beyond her limits. In their last bout, she and Jiang Yan had been evenly matched—but this time, she had to have won.

Yet before she could savor the victory, that nightmare-inducing whisper slithered into her ear again:

“That’s it?”