Chapter 36: Tang San’s Exclusive Spiritual Chicken Soup for the Soul!
Chapter 36: Tang San’s Exclusive Spiritual Chicken Soup for the Soul!
"I will definitely defeat you today!"
He suddenly released his Spirit, Blue Silver Grass, and his black first spirit ring lit up.
"First Spirit Ability—Binding!"
Dozens of strands of Blue Silver Grass lunged fiercely toward Lin Qingmo and Xiao Wu.
The leaves carried a faint toxicity, clearly having undergone refinement.
"Just this much ability?"
Lin Qingmo sneered, his feet not moving an inch.
He grabbed the grass with his right hand and gave it a gentle tug; Tang San’s Blue Silver Grass snapped instantly.
"Your Spirit Ability is still so fragile."
Lin Qingmo’s tone was flat, yet it carried an immense sense of pressure.
He had absolutely no interest in this fellow.
"Get lost. Don’t follow us again, or you won’t be so lucky next time."
Looking at Lin Qingmo’s calm and composed demeanor, the resentment and hatred in Tang San’s heart intensified.
He gritted his teeth hard, his nails nearly digging into his palms.
But he knew that he was indeed no match for Lin Qingmo.
"Lin Qingmo, you just wait!"
After spitting out those harsh words through gritted teeth, he turned and disappeared around the street corner.
The gloom in his eyes was even deeper than before.
"This guy really never learns."
Xiao Wu curled her lip, her tone full of helplessness.
Lin Qingmo ruffled her hair and smiled. "Don’t mind him. Let’s go buy some Candied Haws."
The two had only walked a few steps when Xiao Wu suddenly stopped.
She pointed at a magnificently decorated hotel not far away, her eyes lighting up.
"A-Qing, let’s find a place to stay first?"
"Lest that guy follows us again."
Lin Qingmo looked in the direction she was pointing.
The four large characters on the hotel sign, "Rose Hotel," were particularly eye-catching.
The architectural style was romantic and luxurious, with pink rose vines climbing all over the exterior walls.
Most of the people entering and leaving were couples, acting intimately.
He instantly remembered that in the original plot, Tang San and Dai Mubai had a conflict here.
Looking at Xiao Wu’s expectant face beside him, Lin Qingmo’s expression turned strange.
He teased her on purpose. "Xiao Wu, do you know what kind of hotel this is?"
Xiao Wu blinked her rabbit-like eyes.
She asked in confusion, "What kind of hotel is it? It looks very pretty."
"This is a Couples’ Hotel."
Lin Qingmo suppressed his laughter and explained slowly.
"It’s specifically for couples to stay in. Is it appropriate for the two of us to stay here?"
"C-Couples’ Hotel?"
Xiao Wu’s cheeks instantly turned bright red, like ripe apples.
Shy images flashed through her mind, and her gaze began to wander.
She subconsciously gripped Lin Qingmo’s sleeve, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz.
"I-is it... n-not okay?"
After saying this, her heart beat so fast it felt like it would jump out of her chest.
But she secretly thought: Staying with A-Qing seems quite nice... Lin Qingmo looked at her shy appearance and could no longer hold back his laughter.
"Of course it’s okay. Why wouldn’t it be?"
He reached out and took her hand, a warm sensation coming from his fingertips.
Xiao Wu’s eyes lit up, and the shyness on her face was instantly replaced by surprise.
"Really? A-Qing, you don’t mind?"
"Mind what?"
Lin Qingmo raised an eyebrow.
"It’s not like I’m the one losing out anyway."
He pulled Xiao Wu’s hand and walked toward the Rose Hotel.
Xiao Wu muttered in her heart: ’But you said I was an old rabbit eating tender grass before!’
...Under the porch of the Rose Hotel.
Lin Qingmo and Xiao Wu stood side by side.
The afternoon sun cast their joined shadows long on the ground.
At the distant street corner, Tang San’s face was incredibly dark.
He stared fixedly at the pair of leaning silhouettes.
His fists clenched until they cracked, as if he wanted to crush his own bones.
His nails had long since dug deep into his palms, piercing the flesh and drawing blood, but he was completely oblivious to the pain.
The hatred roiling in his eyes was like a physical flame, nearly incinerating that eyesore of a scene in his vision.
"Lin Qingmo...!"
Tang San squeezed the name through his teeth, his voice hoarse and distorted.
Five years.
For five whole years, scenes of countless crushing defeats flashed frantically through his mind.
Every time he was easily struck down by the other.
Every time he saw the trusting look in Xiao Wu’s eyes when she looked at Lin Qingmo.
That bone-deep jealousy and humiliation coiled around his heart like poisonous vines.
Tightening more and more.
The words of his Master, Yu Xiaogang, became his only solace and ’poison’ at this moment.
"Little San, remember, women are naturally drawn to the strong."
"That Lin Qingmo is merely relying on some external force; his talent is far inferior to yours."
"As long as you become stronger, you will eventually surpass him and take back everything that belongs to you."
"The strong... I will become the strongest..."
Tang San murmured in a low voice, his gaze becoming increasingly crazed.
He suddenly looked up, staring fixedly at the hotel’s magnificent main door.
"One day, I will trample you under my feet!"
The ferocity in his voice made passersby shudder.
"Xiao Wu... you will definitely return to my side."
This vow was as light as a whisper, yet as heavy as a curse... Stepping into the Rose Hotel.
Warmth and fragrance rushed toward them.
The lobby was decorated with extreme luxury and romance.
A massive crystal chandelier hung from the dome, refracting a warm, hazy yellow glow.
Many classical oil paintings depicting couples hung on the walls, their brushstrokes gentle.
The air was filled with the sweet scent of roses, drifting in strands, sweet but not cloying.
Xiao Wu subconsciously gripped the corner of Lin Qingmo’s clothes.
Her cheeks still held a lingering blush, like they were painted with rouge.
She peeked around to observe her surroundings, her lively rabbit eyes filled with shyness and curiosity.
"Um..."
She let go of his clothes and shuffled toward the front desk.
Her voice was as soft as a mosquito’s hum.
"Could I... have two adjacent rooms, please? Thank you."
"No need."
Lin Qingmo’s voice rang out gently but clearly.
He stepped forward, a playful smile on his lips.
"Just one room will do."
"Ah?!"
Xiao Wu suddenly looked up, her rabbit eyes instantly widening.
Her cheeks turned bright red at a visible speed, like a ripe cherry.
The deer in her heart began to run wild: O-one room? A-Qing wants to... stay with me?
She felt the tips of her ears burning.
Lin Qingmo naturally took her slightly cool hand in his.
The warm and firm touch of his fingertips strangely soothed her panic.
"Two rooms are such a waste of money."
His tone was serious, but a smile spread in his eyes.
"A Twin Room is enough; the money saved can buy you Carrot Cakes."
The receptionist looked at the exceptionally good-looking young couple.
An understanding and suggestive smile appeared on her face.
"You two could take a Double Room; that’s our specialty Couples’ Suite."
Her tone was light, with obvious teasing.
"There’s only one Couples’ Suite left for tonight."
"It has a rose bathtub, a romantic candlelit dinner, and a terrace overlooking Suotuo City!"
Xiao Wu’s head hung even lower, almost burying itself in her heaving chest.
She peeked up and shot a quick glance at Lin Qingmo.
Her eyes were a mix of shyness, panic, and an expectation she hadn’t even noticed herself.
Lin Qingmo saw all her little movements and laughed inwardly.
But he remained serious on the surface.
"Just a regular Twin Room. I prefer a separate wet and dry bathroom, thank you."
"Oh?"
The receptionist’s eyebrows shot up even higher, her gaze becoming increasingly meaningful.
She thought: This handsome young man really knows what he’s doing.
"Alright, please wait a moment~"
She efficiently completed the procedures and handed over two exquisite copper keys.
"Room 202, at the end of the second-floor hallway."
"I wish you two... a pleasant stay~"
She dragged out the last word, full of well-meaning banter.
"Thanks."
Lin Qingmo took the keys.
"Let’s go look around some more."
"Mm..."
Xiao Wu’s steps were a bit light, as if she were walking on clouds.
Her cheeks were still burning, but her heart was bubbling with sweetness, as if she had just eaten her favorite carrot.
(End of Chapter)
[Every 15 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapter Drop]
[Thanks for Reading!]