My White and Rich Beautiful CEO Wife

It was Murong Qingcheng!

There were only two women in the villa, Pei Luoyan's figure was slightly plumper, while Murong Qingcheng was slimmer.

After tiptoeing through the villa's main gate, she headed toward the small woods across the street.

This beauty was indeed no simple matter!

Qin Yu furrowed his brow, having gone through so many dark events, he had gradually become someone who did not easily trust anyone.

Murong Qingcheng indeed had a stunning appearance and a charming demeanor, but he always felt this was just her disguise, not her truest self.

Only a foolish woman like Pei Luoyan would trust her so much.

Possibly, even those incidents pertaining to the Hehuan Sect were fabricated by her. But what exactly was her purpose?

Qin Yu's curiosity had been piqued and, after slipping out the front gate, he followed Murong Qingcheng from a distance into the woods.

Now that he had broken through to the Pill Holding Realm, both his hearing and sight had improved significantly.

Unless Murong Qingcheng's realm was higher than his own, she likely wouldn't notice that she was being tracked by him.

A few minutes later, they arrived deep within the small woods.

There stood two other quite beautiful women, who, though not as exceptional as Murong Qingcheng, would definitely be goddesses amongst ordinary people.

One was dressed in a sweater and jeans, the other in a cashmere hip skirt.

Both had slim figures and fair skin, and exuded a soft and gentle aura. Seeing Murong Qingcheng enter, they bent over and greeted in unison, "Miss!"

"How strong is this person?"

A higher-up's cold and authoritative aura had appeared on Murong Qingcheng.

In front of Pei Luoyan, however, she had always seemed like a little sister.

Indeed, women were all born actresses.

"Below Huajin!"

The two beauties pointed to a man lying on the ground at their feet. His limbs were bound, and a towel was stuffed in his mouth while he glared and mumbled a muffled "mmph" sound.

"Better than nothing! Pick him up!"

Murong Qingcheng said indifferently.

"Yes!"

The two women hauled up the man lying on the ground by his arms, "Spit it out... who are you, and what exactly do you want?"

As the towel fell from the man's mouth, he immediately shouted his questions.

"Be quiet, or I'll cut out your tongue!"

Murong Qingcheng spoke coldly.

"Oh, so you're their leader, huh? You're really weak, not even at Huajin. I'm already at the peak of Dark Energy and about to break through to Huajin. Let me go now, or believe me, I'll kill you all!"

The man glanced at Murong Qingcheng, realized her cultivation wasn't high, and immediately berated her.

"My level of cultivation is irrelevant. You've fallen into our hands, and you can't leave alive!"

Murong Qingcheng's voice sounded incredibly cold and ruthless.

Her presence was a stark contrast to the weak and tender impression she gave in the villa.

"Oh, this is a honey trap, huh? Speak up, what do you want? Money, or something else? I have some clout in Wu City; how about all three of you come with me..."

"Pffft...."

Before the man could finish his lecherous remark, Murong Qingcheng produced a sharp knife in her hand and thrust it directly into the man's chest.

"You're fucking...."

The man's eyes widened, his eyelids twitched, and he dared not move.

The knife had just pierced his heart; if she put a little more force into it, bursting his entire heart, not even gods could save him.

"If you weren't lustful, you wouldn't have fallen into our hands. All of this is your own fault!"

Murong Qingcheng coldly finished speaking and placed her hand on the man's head.

"What... what exactly do you want to do?"

The man became somewhat panicked.

"Drain your blood!"

Murong Qingcheng's voice grew even colder, and her pupils turned red, looking very sinister.

"No... no, I was wrong, I shouldn't have flirted with those two beauties. Please let me go...."

The man pleaded in terror.

But Murong Qingcheng paid him no heed and instead circulated her mental method. Her black hair began to flutter slightly, her pretty face as cold as frost, without a trace of emotion.

Her whole body exuded an aura of a female demon, cold and alluring.

"Ah...."

Wisps of red mist rose from the top of the man's head, which looked quite eerie.

In less than a minute, the unlucky man seemed to have aged decades, with only a thin layer of skin clinging to his body, his eyes dim and lifeless, practically on the verge of death.

This scene even made Qin Yu, who had weathered many storms, feel some trepidation.

What the hell kind of technique is this that can actually suck the lifeblood out of a person so vividly? It's too bizarre.

Indeed, there are reasons why people in Jianghu shunned the Hehuan Sect.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would believe that a fresh and dewy, cabbage-like beauty could have such a cruel and evil side?

"Okay, martial artists below the Huajin level are no longer of much use to me. Next time, directly capture those above the Huajin level!"

Murong Qingcheng withdrew her delicate, pale hand and said coldly.

"Miss, our cultivation is too weak, it's not easy to capture those at the Huajin level!"

The two pretty girls said timidly.

"When necessary, you can sleep with them. That's when a man's guard is at its lowest, coupled with our Hehuan Sect's unique sedative, it shouldn't be a problem!"

Murong Qingcheng narrowed her eyes and said.

"Okay... yes, Miss!"

The two beauties nodded their heads. Then, without further ado, they carried the dead unfortunate away and disappeared into the darkness.

Shit, this Murong Qingcheng really stops at nothing to improve her cultivation!

Qin Yu, hidden in a large tree, gently stroked his chin in thought.

Probably, she was doing this to quickly become stronger and avenge her sect.

But from now on, I ought to be a bit more cautious around this beauty; I can't let myself be fooled by her seemingly innocent appearance. Luckily, she doesn't know that I'm a master of the Pill Holding Realm; otherwise, she might even want to drain my blood.

With these thoughts running through his mind, Qin Yu waited until Murong Qingcheng returned to the villa before he climbed down the large tree and also stealthily entered through the main gate.

The next day.

When Qin Yu woke up, Pei Luoyan had already left, leaving only Murong Qingcheng sitting on the sofa watching TV.

"Mr. Qin!"

Murong Qingcheng had returned to her tender and innocent demeanor, politely calling out to Qin Yu.

"Mmm, where's Sister Yan?"

Pei Luoyan was two years older than him, so calling her Sister Yan felt about right.

"She went out, said she won't be back till evening. Oh, I heard from Sister Yan that your medical skills are excellent. I twisted my ankle last night; could you take a look at it for me?"

Murong Qingcheng took out her ivory-like, snow-white foot from the fluffy slipper.

Soft and boneless, as if carved from jade.

For a man with certain predilections, this pair of jade feet was absolutely of nuclear strike capability.

"Sure... sure!"

Qin Yu nodded, his face bearing a somewhat lecherous expression.

Internally, however, he chuckled coldly; the pretty girl was clearly trying to seduce him. He wanted to see what other tricks she had up her sleeve in dealing with men.