Then came a “bang!” sound. The little girl collided with another person who burst in—”Dad?!” A voice, filled with surprise, familiarity, and urgency, rang in the old man’s ears—”Yao Jie?! Are you here!” Then Chen Wang, in a mix of surprise and joy, saw Su Yao. Before he could even open his arms for a hug, his father’s furious voice boomed—”You slut! I’ll kill you! Ah Wang, catch her! Damn it, she dared to hit your father—” The little lion, his face pale, immediately narrowed his eyes: “Ah Cao, is this your dad?”
Chairman Chen staggered towards his son, and his son, not yet recovered, looked up to meet a hot slap from the little girl. Su Yao, annoyed, pushed aside the father and son who were standing there stunned and rushed out the door again. The waitstaff and security guards stood in a row, smiling, without any intention to intervene. The dark silhouette blurred into a small dot in the wind and rain. The resort was not far from the sea, and Su Yao finally made her way through a patch of tropical forest, cornering someone behind a cliff. “You came after all…” Su Yao leaned against a rock, panting, unsure if she was crying or laughing, “Why didn’t you come earlier… hahaha… you…” Then, everything went black, and she fell forward. This wasn’t a bet; she was genuinely exhausted to the point of fainting. However, instead of hitting the ground, she fell into a cool embrace, which helplessly caught her. After a while, as she regained her senses, she heard his voice cutting through the sound of the rain. He said, “How could you let someone easily break those divine hands that type so well?” He said, “How could you let anyone deceive those divine eyes that see through everything?” He said, “You are Su Yao, the one who stands at the peak of the world. You could have your own world; why do you settle for that office job?
“Why don’t you know how to cherish yourself?” He said, “From now on, take care of yourself, okay? Go back now, don’t stay out in the rain.” With that, he turned to leave, his face rough with stubble hidden under the hood of his coat. Su Yao’s heart ached intensely. At that moment, all her defiance vanished. “You can’t leave.” The little lion, now with some strength back, licked her lips behind him. She reached out, and the cloak-like coat was pulled off by her claw. Su Yao rushed forward to hug the waist of the man in front. “I won’t let you leave me again.” The big demon’s face pressed against his back. “Never again…” she murmured, “I’m not Su Yao; I’m just an ordinary person who loves you, Qin Chuan, I love you… don’t go, okay…” “You deserve better.” The man in her arms tried to break free stiffly. “You still say such things? Do you know how much I missed you? Do you know I almost…” Su Yao’s arms tightened around him as if afraid he would disappear if she relaxed. Tears and snot mixed with the heavy rain, soaking Qin Chuan’s back.
In a daze, he realized that the hands he had metaphorically called divine were now fumbling with his zipper. Qin Chuan hurriedly tried to stop her hand, but this push made her touch a part that was already responding. The Lord of Death panicked; his usual calm was gone in this rain. Now, he was just an ordinary man who couldn’t love as he wished. His mind was clear in the downpour, and he managed to free those small hands, only to find his zipper undone. Before he could lock it again, he slipped and was pushed down by the big demon onto the cliff. “You can’t escape.” The face he dreamt of was close, biting his lips, making him surrender to her clumsy advances in the heavy rain. In this secluded wilderness, behind the cliff, by the sea with the sound of the tides, in the pouring rain, she toppled onto his body, his shirt and trousers undone. There was no need to undress; the soaking wet big demon had already revealed her figure. Something was burning hot… and then she sat on him. Qin Chuan sighed, finally embracing her waist, pressing her tightly against him, his stubble-covered face kissing her back. This wasn’t passion or impulse, but years of longing.
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” As the big demon stripped off the last piece of underwear from the Lord of Death, the latter firmly moved her hand away. “Don’t you know about safe periods?” The big demon whispered seductively in his ear, “Besides, I love you, and if I get pregnant, it would be perfect to have a child for us. I’ll train him to play games every day, compete…” If the Lord of Death could still resist in such circumstances, he would truly be a heartless, desireless god. Qin Chuan, of course, was not a god. “So big… uh… ah…” “Does it hurt?” “No… wu wu wu…” “I’m sorry…” “Damn, don’t stop… go deeper… ugh…” “I’m sorry…” “Ah ah ah… so deep… ah…” “Yao Yao…” “What?” “I’m sorry.” “Wu… hug me… tighter…” “Hmm.” Then the sounds of rain and waves drowned out any discordant noises. Fortunately, in this ghastly weather, no one was foolish enough to wander out. The first time between the big demon and the Lord of Death was settled behind this cliff. Not far away, at the resort, Wang Shenmu, who was halfway through the party, had just agreed to join the “Ideal Country” game team as the lead designer. He thought of Su Yao and Qin Chuan, those two big figures, especially Qin Chuan.
Wang Shenmu dialed Su Yao’s number, but no one answered for a long time. Suddenly, a bad feeling rose in his heart. At that moment, Wang Shenmu picked up the old stationmaster’s black long-handled umbrella and walked out, holding it open. The cliff where Qin Chuan often went to watch the sea wasn’t far from here; it would only take a few minutes to walk there. If Qin Chuan was still hesitating, Wang Shenmu would drag him over no matter what. He didn’t agree with many of the old stationmaster’s views, but one sentence he found very true—”In this world, there’s nothing that can’t be solved; there are only those who escape and those who fail.” Qin Chuan, he could neither be an escapist nor a failure. Wang Shenmu walked towards the cliff with the umbrella…
Another month passed. Chen Wang, who had lost interest in gaming, finally lost Chang Sheng Island, the last piece of pure land after it was engulfed by the Nest of the First Emperor along with other small countries including Yan. Wails of despair echoed throughout the human world. “Cang Hai Yi Sheng Xiao” thus crowned an emperor, and Lian Yan Liuli became a queen.
For a time, they were in the limelight. The Emperor couple announced their unification of the world with ten thousand trumpet blasts in a single day. Ji Canghai was so excited he didn’t even answer his parents’ calls, while Han Yanyan was even happier. Under their oppressive policies, all players who still wanted to play had to vote for Princess Liuli to be the Fairy of the Human World. As expected, with an 80% vote advantage, Han Yanyan won first place in the online preliminary round and participated in the grand final in City B. The stage, more luxurious than any media-organized talent show, was set up outdoors, surrounded by countless reporters and flashing lights. Three judges sat in front, representing leading figures in acting, singing, and writing, hired by the Human World Company to score the “fairies” on stage. The final was a three-day knockout competition, where the player with the highest cumulative score from the sixteen would be chosen as the representative image of the “Fairy of the Human World,” to be heavily promoted by the company and receive a mysterious prize.
Han Yanyan, with her talent and charm, made it through to the last day of the death match against “Just Passing By.” That afternoon, Chen Wang was also standing in his father’s office.