Chapter 407: Qian Renxue, Just a Child Who Never Received Maternal Love
Chapter 407: Qian Renxue, Just a Child Who Never Received Maternal Love
The secret room was so quiet that only the faint sound of their breathing remained.
Qian Renxue stood opposite Lin Qingmo.
Her golden hair shimmered with a warm, amber-like luster under the soft lamplight.
That face was indeed excessively beautiful.
As a possessor of an Angel Martial Soul, even her appearance seemed as if it had been carved by the hands of a god.
A high-bridged nose, slightly upturned corners of her eyes.
Her lips were pressed tightly together due to the emotional fluctuation just now, which only served to highlight an inviolable, awe-inspiring beauty.
Lin Qingmo was watching her.
Qian Renxue frowned slightly.
This guy’s gaze was too direct.
It wasn’t the kind of stealthy peeping.
It was an open, unabashed look from head to toe, as if he were admiring a freshly unwrapped work of art.
His gaze lingered for a split second longer on the curves of her chest and her crossed legs before moving away as if nothing had happened.
A calm smile still hung on the corners of his mouth, the kind that made one want to slap him.
"Have you finished staring?" Qian Renxue’s voice dropped several degrees in temperature.
"I have."
Lin Qingmo withdrew his gaze.
His expression was open and honest: "It’s mainly because I didn’t expect the possessor of an Angel Martial Soul to be so beautiful; I couldn’t control my eyes for a moment."
"That’s my problem, not yours."
What kind of nonsense was that?
Qian Renxue snorted coldly in her heart.
Even a guy like Lin Qingmo, who could strip someone bare in the Chat Group, couldn’t avoid being ordinary; this at least proved her appearance was truly impeccable.
Thinking this, Qian Renxue lifted her chin slightly.
However, seeing the guy’s eyes linger on certain parts of her body for an exceptionally long time, she couldn’t help but add in her heart: ’Lust blinds the mind.’
But never mind.
She wasn’t here today to discuss eye management theory with him.
Qian Renxue leaned forward slightly, a deliberately cultivated coldness surging in her golden pupils.
Her voice was very low, carrying undisguised threats: "Lin Qingmo, you know my true identity."
"You should also understand that there is only one outcome for those who know the true identity of the Spirit HallYoung Lord."
She paused deliberately here.
This kind of pause was a speaking technique she had practiced during her many years of lurking in the Heaven Dou Empire.
Used well, it could make people fill in the worst-case scenario in the silence.
She wanted to see even a trace of unease or fear on Lin Qingmo’s face.
She was the Spirit HallYoung Lord, after all.
She had two Titled Douluo accompanying her.
Taking his life would be no more difficult than crushing an ant.
However, Lin Qingmo raised his head to look at her.
There was no fear, no nervousness, and not even any wariness in those eyes.
There was only a calmness that extremely annoyed Qian Renxue.
He even smiled.
"You won’t."
Qian Renxue’s gaze sharpened: "What makes you so sure?"
"Because if you really wanted to kill me, you wouldn’t have specifically brought me into this secret room to discuss secret topics."
Lin Qingmo found a stone stool and sat down, his posture as relaxed as if he were in his own living room.
"This only proves one thing: you don’t want to talk to me about life and death, but about something else."
His gaze met Qian Renxue’s, and the curve of his mouth held an extra bit of certainty.
"You took the initiative to reveal your true face to me and admitted that you are the Spirit HallYoung LordQian Renxue."
"But besides this layer of identity, you should have another."
"An identity even more private than the Spirit HallYoung Lord."
Qian Renxue’s pupils contracted sharply.
Lin Qingmo looked at her golden eyes that had suddenly tightened, and spat out four words: "Golden Angel."
The moment the words fell, the air in the secret room seemed to be mostly sucked away.
Qian Renxue’s expression was complex.
"You really guessed it."
Her voice was hoarse.
"Previously in the Chat Group, you deliberately mentioned the destruction of Spirit Hall, mentioned me, and mentioned my grandfather—was it to test me?"
Lin Qingmo did not deny it.
He indeed held such thoughts.
And Qian Renxue’s reaction in the Chat Group allowed him to confirm her identity.
Qian Renxue stared at him for several breaths, then suddenly chuckled softly.
But this smile carried an indescribable complexity: "You are indeed formidable."
"To be able to lock onto this Young Lord’s identity based on just those few indifferent remarks in the group—is there anyone else in that group whose identity you don’t know?"
"Not many."
Lin Qingmo answered evasively.
"However, I really didn’t expect you to go so far as to expose your true identity for the sake of this meeting."
"Since you have already shown your trump card to this extent, you might as well tell me directly. What do you want to know from me?"
"..."
Qian Renxue was silent for a long time.
The secret room was so quiet that one could hear the faint humming of spirit power circulating in the lamps.
Her crossed hands unconsciously rubbed against her knuckles, a gesture that exposed her hesitation and struggle at this moment.
"You said last time in the Chat Group... that in the future, that woman will die to save me."
"Is this true?"
When she finally spoke, her voice was more than a degree softer than before.
Lin Qingmo slowly exhaled in his heart.
As expected.
Earlier in the main hall, she had asked him to evaluate Bibi Dong.
He had deliberately only said some grand, superficial words, and she had frowned on the spot.
Things like "The greatest Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall" or "Continuing the civilian Awakening system" were simply not what she wanted to hear.
What she wanted to know was something more personal.
Had that woman ever loved her, even just a little?
Even if it was just hidden in the deepest part of her heart, finally proven by death.
"Do you want to hear the official answer or the truth?"
"The truth."
Qian Renxue squeezed these two words out from between her teeth.
"Alright."
Lin Qingmo put down his teacup, his voice no longer carrying any hint of a joke.
"In the story I saw, there is a final god-level battle between the god-ascended Tang San and you... as the Angel God, and Bibi Dong as the Rakshasa God."
"In that battle, Tang San launched a fatal blow at you, and Bibi Dong rushed up to block that blow, trading her own life for yours."
"Your Angel God position was shattered, but your life was saved."
He said these words neither hurriedly nor slowly.
Qian Renxue sat opposite him, motionless.
Just now, while waiting for him to speak, her heart had been beating like a drum, her fists clenched unconsciously, and even her toes had curled up inside her shoes.
But when Lin Qingmo really confirmed the answer she both longed for and feared, she suddenly didn’t know what expression to make.
She wanted to say "That’s impossible!"
But she had already said those words once in the Chat Group.
At the time, she thought it was fake, thinking Lin Qingmo had made up a lie to deliberately attack her.
But now this man was sitting in front of her, telling her in that tone, calm to the point of cruelty.
It was true; that woman would really die for her.
"Why did she..."
Qian Renxue only realized her voice was hoarse when she spoke.
There was something blocking her throat; she had to clear her throat to continue speaking.
"She clearly hated me so much."
"From the moment I was born, she never looked at me properly, never let me call her mother, and wouldn’t even call my name."
"Why would she come to save me in the end?"
Lin Qingmo looked at the golden-haired Qian Renxue before him.
Her eye sockets were reddening, but she was holding back desperately, not letting the tears fall.
When she spoke, her lower lip trembled slightly, her fingers digging into her palms, desperately maintaining that layer of arrogant shell that was about to shatter.
At this moment, she didn’t look like the Spirit HallYoung Lord, not like the successor to the Angel God, nor like the Heaven DouCrown Prince.
She just looked like a child who had finally mustered the courage to ask an adult, "Does Mom actually love me?"
"This question is not for me to answer."
Lin Qingmo’s voice was rarely a bit gentler: "You should ask her yourself."
(End of Chapter)
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