Chapter Ninety-Three: You Brought This Upon Yourself!

After the two had left, the pair of paparazzi sprang out at once.

“Going by the buzz we’ve got today, if we post this, we’re bound to make a killing!”

The two exchanged a look and nodded.

“In that case, hurry up and put it out now.”

They quickly drafted the caption and, without another word, uploaded it at once.

At that very moment, the netizens were all busy devouring the scandal from the press conference. The instant they saw someone had posted about it, they clicked in without hesitation. One look was enough to send the online uproar even higher.

“Hahaha, that’s Shen Qingli and Xie Jinchuan, right?”

“I think so too. Isn’t it obvious? And the timing is perfect—right when Rong Qiaoyi’s press conference was happening!”

“So the real couple just came out swinging and slapped her in the face. Haha, this is way too satisfying.”

“Looking at Xie Jinchuan like this, it’s obvious he still has feelings for Shen Qingli. Tsk tsk, this is truly a love triangle.”

The comments online were unanimous, all mocking Rong Qiaoyi for being the other woman.

Rong Qiaoyi was so furious she smashed everything in the house to pieces, yet still could not vent her rage.

“That bitch Shen Qingli did this on purpose, absolutely on purpose!”

Seeing the things online, Ye Qingqing hurried to defend her. “Sister Qiaoyi, maybe these photos and everything were all Shen Qingli’s scheme to frame you!”

Looking at the photos online, Rong Qiaoyi let out a cold snort. Then, as if she suddenly thought of something, she glanced at the time.

“At this hour... Shen Qingli probably hasn’t gotten home yet.”

She gave a low, sinister chuckle, her gaze shifting to Ye Qingqing.

Feeling that stare, Ye Qingqing could not help but shiver. “Sister Qiaoyi, why are you looking at me like that?”

Rong Qiaoyi smiled coldly, a hint of chill in her eyes.

“You know what I want you to do, don’t you?”

Ye Qingqing naturally understood what she meant. Somewhat troubled, she stood up. “But Brother Jinchuan is focused entirely on Shen Qingli right now. I’m afraid it won’t be easy for me to deal with her.”

Rong Qiaoyi silently calculated for a moment, a faint smile curling her lips. “Don’t worry. Xie Jinchuan is on his way to see me. As for you, just go do what you’re supposed to do. At the very least, teach Shen Qingli a lesson.”

At that, Ye Qingqing’s eyes flickered.

She had long found Shen Qingli displeasing; now that the chance had come, of course she would make good use of it.

“Fine.”

Once they were done speaking, Ye Qingqing immediately drove off to find Shen Qingli.

As for Rong Qiaoyi, she smiled with seductive charm, went into the bathroom, and changed into a sheer nightdress. Every movement of hers was alluring and bewitching.

She crossed her legs and sat on the sofa, sipping red wine.

When she felt a blast of cold wind sweep in from the balcony, she slowly turned to look.

“Jinchuan, you’re here.”

She smiled softly, flicked her fingers, and the balcony door shut. Leaning lazily against the sofa, she struck a captivating pose.

Yet the look in the man’s eyes was full of disgust.

“I told you... never use any more tricks under my nose!”

Xie Jinchuan said coldly. In one motion he seized the woman by the throat and lifted her high into the air.

Rong Qiaoyi’s eyes widened in shock. She tried to cast a spell, but for some reason her power was being crushed down so completely that she immediately understood Xie Jinchuan had done something to her.

“How can you... how can you treat me like this.”

She gripped the man’s hand, trying to wrench his arm away, but it was useless. The sensation of suffocation grew deeper and deeper. She blurted out at once, “You can’t kill me. If you kill me, Shen Qingli won’t be able to become an immortal.”

Those words caused the red light in Xie Jinchuan’s eyes to vanish instantly. He clenched his teeth and forcefully hurled her aside.

Sensing how quickly his fury had ebbed, Rong Qiaoyi’s nails dug deep into her flesh.

She could not understand it, no matter how hard she tried. Why... why could a woman like Shen Qingli receive such absolute favoritism from him?

“I can find someone else to draw on the power of the Deer Spirit.”

The man’s icy voice snapped Rong Qiaoyi back to her senses. She lifted her eyes and gave a mocking laugh. “Someone else?”

“In this world, and even in all of Heaven, only I remain. Xie Jinchuan, don’t forget: back when the war between gods and demons raged, if not for the protective power of our Deer Spirit clan, you would have been dead already. You owe me a life...”

Before she could finish, a cold radiance gathered in the man’s hand, and a long sword slowly appeared in Xie Jinchuan’s grip.

The air around them seemed to freeze, chillingly cold.

“The war between gods and demons? And you still have the nerve to bring that up to me? Do you really think I know nothing of what happened back then?”

Watching him approach with the gleaming sword, Rong Qiaoyi’s heart jolted.

Impossible.

Hadn’t everyone who knew the truth already been dealt with by her?!

How could he possibly know!

The blade was already pressed to her shoulder, and the cold seemed to pierce through flesh and blood, freezing Rong Qiaoyi’s heart itself.

“Do you really think I don’t know what happened back then?”

“If it weren’t for you, how would those demon clans have learned of the flaw in the formation? If you hadn’t accidentally leaked it, how would your people have died protecting my vital heart meridians?”

As Xie Jinchuan’s voice dropped to a glacial pitch, Rong Qiaoyi suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Her shoulder was pierced by the cold sword, and the icy chill left her body entirely paralyzed.

“No... that’s not it...”

As she spoke, even more blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

“Take care of yourself.”

Since he had not yet found someone else, Xie Jinchuan could not kill her. He withdrew the sword and vanished in an instant.

The vast living room was a wreck.

Rong Qiaoyi clutched at the wound, her eyes brimming with boundless hatred.

“I won’t... I won’t let any of you off. Never.”

“You should have been mine. You were meant to belong to me.”

As she spoke, spiritual energy surged violently around her, shattering every visible object in the room into fragments.

Staggering drunkenly, Rong Qiaoyi’s protective sleeve slipped away in an instant.

She needed someone... someone to replenish her blood and energy. Or else, a demon beast.

...

The moment Shen Qingli stepped through the door, she sensed that something was wrong.

[Host, something seems off.]

Little Cilantro emerged at once, its voice carrying a note of seriousness.

Shen Qingli frowned slightly. Slowly reaching for the doorknob, she tried to turn it, only to find it would not move at all.

“The doorknob has been sealed.”

She murmured softly. Then a flash of lightning streaked by, and a figure appeared on the stairs, looking down at Shen Qingli from above.

Seeing this scene from within the space, Little Cilantro let out a piercing scream: [What in the world is that thing? Is it a ghost?!]

“Ye Qingqing.”

A chill flashed in Shen Qingli’s eyes as she looked at the woman standing on the stairs and called out in a cold voice.

“Yes, it’s me. Under this moonlight, of course I ought to teach you a lesson.”

Ye Qingqing laughed wildly. With a slight movement of her fingers, the towering crystal chandelier began to sway, then hurtled straight toward Shen Qingli.