Su Qingshuang originally had a good feeling toward Qin Tian.
But after returning to the Su Family, she found him pretentious and arrogant. Her goodwill faded quickly.
Moreover, she felt she owed Qin Tian nothing. He saved my life once, but I've saved others too. A life for a life—no debts remain.
Hateful!
Watching Su Chen being treated like a star, flanked by two beauties, Qin Tian nearly cracked his teeth from jealousy.
Being forced to share a table with that damn dog… What humiliation!
If not for Su Qingshuang's Extreme Yin Divine Body and the Yuan Immortal Scripture, he'd have stormed out already.
Suddenly, he frowned.
Turning, he saw the big yellow dog beside him licking his fist—its expression obscene.
Huh?
Why's it licking me?
Back home, dogs aren't even allowed at tables! The Su Family has no manners!
"ARGH!"
The next second, Qin Tian screamed. The dog chomped down, sharp pain shooting up his arm.
This mutt thought my fist was a chicken drumstick!
He raised his fist, ready to smash the dog's skull—
"Stop, Young Master!"
A Su Family servant rushed over. "This dog was raised by Miss Su Qingshuang since puppyhood. She adores Wangcai—his status here surpasses even Elder Su Lie's! Hurt him, and Miss will skin you alive."
Qin Tian's eye twitched. A dog outranks an elder?!
For Su Qingshuang, I'll endure…
"Let GO, you beast!" he snarled.
Wangcai responded with a contemptuous stare, jaws still clamped.
"Filthy mutt!" Veins bulged on Qin Tian's forehead. He shook his fist wildly until the dog dropped off—
Splash!
Before he could relax, Wangcai lifted a leg and peed on his boot.
"DING!"
Qin Tian shot to his feet, face twisted. The stench seared his nostrils.
This dog's piss could suffocate a demon!
But Wangcai just trotted to Su Qingshuang, tail high.
"Miss's dog is psychic," the servant added cheerfully. "It understands insults… and holds grudges."
"WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SO EARLIER?!" Qin Tian roared.
"You didn't ask," the servant shrugged.
———
After the banquet, Su Chen bid farewell to Su Xiaotian and Su Lie, then headed straight to Su Qingshuang's boudoir.
His goal was simple: claim her.
The original Su Chen saw her only as a sister—but he wasn't so naive.
Her Extreme Yin Divine Body was a treasure even Great Emperors would covet. Taking her would cripple Qin Tian's luck.
And her beauty? A lethal bonus.
"Brother Su Chen!"
Su Qingshuang's eyes lit up when he entered. Her icy goddess demeanor melted into adoration.
Men see her as untouchable… but for me? She's eager.
"Why are you here?" She stepped closer, the scent of jasmine clinging to her purple gown—a silhouette of curves: full chest, narrow waist, hips ripe for childbirth.
This wasn't subtle. She'd dressed to seduce.
"To see you," Su Chen said hoarsely.
Her blush deepened. Had she been too forward?
He broke the tension by producing the Sky Phoenix Hairpin—a Supreme Imperial Artifact capable of summoning a False-Saint-level phoenix phantom.
Useless to him, but perfect for her.
"Let me put it on."
As he slid the hairpin into her hair, Su Qingshuang trembled. The artifact's energy surged through her, spiritual veins singing.
"It's beautiful…" She admired herself in the mirror, then met his gaze. "Because you chose it."
Her fingers brushed his wrist—an unspoken plea.
The night's real game had just begun.