Chapter 130: The Dragon King's Despair! A Happy Family Stuns the Enemy!
The night was broken by light, and in a blink, it was morning.
Shen Anyu slowly awoke, listening to the birds chirping outside the window, feeling refreshed and smiling. The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the heavy curtains, casting a soft, golden warmth across the chaotic mess of silk sheets—a silent testament to the night's indulgence.
The beautiful woman was long gone, only a lingering fragrance remained in the air—a scent of mature roses mixed with a unique, milky sweetness that belonged solely to her.
Shen Anyu inhaled deeply, letting the scent fill his lungs, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He listened carefully, his enhanced senses extending beyond the bedroom, and could hear sounds coming from the kitchen downstairs.
The rhythmic chopping of vegetables, the clatter of porcelain, and the sizzling of oil created a symphony of domesticity that felt strangely novel to him.
This was the first time Shen Anyu had encountered a Destined Heroine of the virtuous wife and good mother type, and it was a very good experience. Unlike the prickly arrogance of Su Hongmian or the cold professionalism of Xu Ruoxue, Luo Yuhe offered a softness that was as addictive as opium. It was a conquest that didn't just satisfy the body, but also soothed the conqueror's ego.
"Daddy, you're awake!"
"Mm, Luoxiao, good morning."
Next to him was a delicate little girl, dressed in a pure white princess dress, with sparkling big eyes, looking at Shen Anyu happily. She stood by the bedside, her small hands resting on the edge of the mattress, gazing up at him with unreserved adoration.
At this moment, the sunlight shone perfectly on the little girl, emitting a faint halo, as if she were a living little angel. Her innocence was blinding, a stark contrast to the darkness Shen Anyu harbored within his soul. Yet, he did not reject it. In his eyes, this child was the key—the golden chain that would bind Luo Yuhe to him for eternity.
"Daddy, Mommy has prepared breakfast, and she asked me to call you to eat."
Luo Xiaoxiao grabbed Shen Anyu's arm with her small hand, shaking it playfully, incredibly cute. Her grip was weak, fragile even, but Shen Anyu allowed his body to be swayed by her tiny force, playing the role of the doting father to perfection.
"Mm, Daddy knows, you go out first, Daddy will be there soon."
"Okay! Hurry up, Daddy!" Luo Xiaoxiao cheered and scampered off, her laughter trailing behind her like wind chimes.
Then, Shen Anyu got dressed. He selected a casual but impeccably tailored home outfit—a cashmere sweater that accentuated his broad shoulders and comfortable trousers that hinted at his powerful legs. He stepped out of the master bedroom, the plush carpet swallowing the sound of his footsteps.
From the hallway, he saw the scene below. Luo Xiaoxiao was obediently sitting at the dining table, swinging her little legs, while Luo Yuhe, wearing pajamas and an apron, was serving noodles in the kitchen.
Watching this warm scene, Shen Anyu couldn't help but smile.
A gentle and beautiful wife, a cute and well-behaved daughter—how many men's dreams are these? It was the ultimate picture of success, the "End Game" for countless protagonists who struggled through blood and fire.
Although Shen Anyu could now easily obtain this, he still cherished it greatly. Not because he yearned for family, but because he enjoyed the possession of it. This woman, this child, this house—they were all his spoils of war.
Shen Anyu slowly walked forward, entering the kitchen. He moved like a phantom, his footsteps deliberate and silent, erasing his presence completely.
Luo Yuhe was standing by the stove, her back to him. She wore a loose, silk pajama dress that draped over her curves like water, cinched at the waist by a simple floral apron. The contrast between the domestic apron and the allure of her silk nightgown was incredibly stimulating. Her long, black hair was tied up in a messy bun, revealing the elegant, slender curve of her neck—a patch of skin so white and tender it begged to be marked.
She was focused on the pot, unaware of the predator approaching from behind.
Shen Anyu stepped closer. His chest pressed gently against her back, enclosing her in his embrace.
"Ah, I almost spilled it!"
Luo Yuhe exclaimed, her body jolting in surprise. The bowl of plain noodles in her hand tilted dangerously, splashing a few drops of hot broth, but a large, steady hand instantly covered hers, stabilizing the bowl with effortless strength.
"Why do you walk without making any sound?"
Luo Yuhe turned her head, her clear, beautiful eyes looking at Shen Anyu with a mix of annoyance and joy, but a smile bloomed on her pretty face. Her cheeks were already flushed from the heat of the stove, or perhaps from the sudden intimacy.
Shen Anyu didn't answer immediately. He rested his head on Luo Yuhe's fragrant shoulder, burying his nose into the crook of her neck. He inhaled deeply, smelling the soap, the cooking fumes, and the underlying, intoxicating pheromones of a mature woman in love.
His lips brushed against her sensitive earlobe, sending a visible shiver down her spine. His hands, warm and large, slid around her waist, resting flat against her soft lower abdomen, pulling her hips back firmly against him.
He teased softly, his voice a low, magnetic rumble that vibrated through her body:
"You've now recovered your Martial Arts Grandmaster cultivation, and I didn't deliberately hide my aura. You should have heard it now and yesterday, right?"
"You... you..." Luo Yuhe stammered, her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird.
"You were pretending to be asleep yesterday, weren't you?"
Upon hearing this, Luo Yuhe's fair and beautiful face immediately flushed crimson, the red spreading all the way down to her neck and chest. She was so embarrassed she almost wished for a crack in the ground to crawl into.
She remembered the previous night vividly. When Shen Anyu had returned to the room, she had indeed woken up. But overwhelmed by shyness and a strange, burning anticipation, she had kept her eyes squeezed shut, feigning sleep. Even when he had pulled her into his arms, even when his hands had begun to roam, exploring every inch of her territory, she had pretended to be unconscious—until she couldn't hold back the moans anymore.
Being exposed like this made her legs go weak. She bit her lower lip, her eyes misty as she glared at him with zero deterrence.
"Daddy, what are you and Mommy doing in the kitchen?"
Just then, Luo Xiaoxiao's crisp voice came from the dining room, breaking the thick, pink atmosphere.
Luo Yuhe panicked, trying to break free from Shen Anyu's embrace, but his arms were like iron bands.
"Nothing, Daddy is helping Mommy serve the noodles," Shen Anyu replied calmly, not letting go. He took the opportunity to lightly nip her earlobe one last time before releasing her waist.
After a full eight two-and-a-half-minute intervals (a humorous exaggeration of how long it felt for the hungry child), Luo Xiaoxiao in the dining room couldn't help but say:
"Daddy, Mommy, it's taking so long! Luoxiao will come help, Luoxiao is very good, she can serve rice and noodles."
Saying that, Luo Xiaoxiao jumped off her chair, her little leather shoes thudding on the floor as she hurried over.
"Ah, Luoxiao, don't come! Mommy and Daddy will be out very soon!"
Luo Yuhe shot Shen Anyu a glare, completely harmless, only full of femininity and a silent plea for him to behave. She quickly tidied her disheveled clothes, patted her hot cheeks, and carried out a bowl of plain noodles.
Shen Anyu smiled, his eyes dark with amusement. He picked up the other bowl and followed her out.
After breakfast, Luo Yuhe's virtuous and gentle side was fully displayed.
Shen Anyu and Luo Xiaoxiao sat on the plush leather sofa, resting and watching cartoons on the massive flat-screen TV. The living room was bathed in morning light, highlighting the expensive art pieces and the crystal chandelier overhead.
Meanwhile, Luo Yuhe busied herself. She moved like a spinning top—pouring tea and water, cutting fruits into cute shapes for the platter, and then busily washing dishes. She hummed a soft tune, her movements graceful and filled with energy. She seemed tireless, finding genuine happiness in these mundane tasks.
Shen Anyu felt a pang of heartache watching her—not just for her, but for the tragedy of her past that made her appreciate this servitude. He asked:
"Why don't we hire a few nannies? You're too tired like this. With my assets, we could have a team of Michelin chefs and professional maids."
"No need, I still prefer to do things myself."
Luo Yuhe turned around, wiping her hands on her apron. Her exquisitely beautiful face showed contented joy, a radiance that no jewelry could match.
"Cooking for you and Luoxiao... it makes me feel real," she said softly.
Compared to the hellish five or six years she had endured, she was extremely satisfied with her current life.
She remembered the biting cold of the winter wind under the bridge hole, the stench of damp rot, and the growling of stray dogs fighting for scraps. She remembered huddling together with Xiaoxiao, sharing a single stale bun, tears freezing on her face. She had been the Second Young Miss of the Jinling Luo family, a woman born in purple, accustomed to high-end villas, nannies, and drivers. But the fall from grace had shattered her pride and reshaped her soul.
The tragic experience of living in dog kennels and begging for food had stripped away her arrogance, leaving behind a woman who was easily content but fiercely protective.
Watching Shen Anyu and her daughter Luo Xiaoxiao sitting on the sofa, watching TV, and eating fruit, Luo Yuhe couldn't help but smile; such a beautiful life felt like a dream to her. A fragile bubble she was terrified to pop.
'If this is a dream, please let me never wake up,' she thought, her gaze lingering on Shen Anyu's profile. He was her savior. The man who pulled her out of the abyss when everyone else, even her own family, had pushed her down.
Even those who had harmed her—Jin Shiming, the Jin Family—she no longer wanted to bother with. Hate was exhausting. As long as they didn't disturb her happy life or harm the people she cherished, she could let go. But if they dared to touch this happiness... a flash of cold, Grandmaster-level killing intent flickered in her eyes before vanishing instantly. Otherwise, Luo Yuhe would never forgive them.
Seeing this, Shen Anyu no longer tried to persuade her. He understood that for her, service was a love language. He picked up his phone and began replying to messages.
[Secure Line: Blood Shadow Rose]
'Master, the cleanup of the Jin Family's peripheral forces is complete. The assets have been transferred to Miss Luo's name.'
[Secure Line: Su Hongmian]
'I heard you're in Jinling? Hmph. Don't think I don't know who you're with. Bring me a gift or don't come back.'
Shen Anyu, who was busy with countless tasks, was indeed quite occupied. Managing a harem and a business empire simultaneously required impeccable time management.
Just then, Luo Xiaoxiao gently tugged on Shen Anyu's sleeve. Her touch was tentative, afraid of disturbing him. Her sparkling big eyes seemingly able to speak, filled with a longing she dared not voice aloud.
Shen Anyu smiled. He locked the screen of his phone, put it down on the coffee table, and turned his full attention to her. He picked Luo Xiaoxiao up into his arms and placed her on his lap. He gave her a peck on her chubby cheek, inhaling the scent of milk and baby powder.
"Luoxiao, why are you pulling Daddy? Do you want to go out and play?"
"Daddy, can we? Mommy said you're very busy..."
Luo Xiaoxiao said timidly, glancing towards the kitchen where her mother was working. Her sparkling big eyes visibly lit up, full of anticipation, like stars igniting in the night sky.
"No problem. Work is important, but Luoxiao is more important. Luoxiao is so well-behaved and cute, Daddy will always make time to take you to play. How about I take you and Mommy to the amusement park later?"
"Mm-hmm, that's great! Mommy, Daddy said he's taking us out to play, to the amusement park!"
Luo Xiaoxiao shouted happily towards the kitchen, overjoyed and extremely excited!
Her small body even started dancing with excitement on Shen Anyu's lap.
For Luo Xiaoxiao, who had suffered hardships since childhood, going to an amusement park was an incredibly distant dream. It was a place that only existed on TV or in the bragging of other children.
Watching other children her age being taken to amusement parks by their parents, holding balloons and eating cotton candy, Luo Xiaoxiao's big eyes had been full of envy. But she had learned early on that hunger was a more pressing matter than fun.
However, though young, Luo Xiaoxiao was precocious and sensible, and she hadn't mentioned this to her mother, knowing it would only make Mommy sad.
But she never expected that Daddy would agree so readily; Daddy was truly too good! He was like a magician who could make anything happen.
In her joy, Luo Xiaoxiao gave Shen Anyu's face several pecks, covering his cheek in wet, sloppy kisses.
Luo Yuhe, who came out of the kitchen wiping a plate, saw this scene. She froze. The sight of the powerful, terrifying Shen Anyu letting a child drool on his expensive face struck a chord deep within her.
She couldn't help but smile, then covered her mouth, her eyes slightly red. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.
Luo Yuhe knew very well the envy in Luo Xiaoxiao's eyes all these years. But at that time, living in the sewers of society, she was already struggling just to keep them alive. A ticket to an amusement park cost more than their food budget for a month.
Luo Yuhe also had dreams and wishes in her heart: one day, everything other children had, Luoxiao would also have; if other children could go to the amusement park, Luoxiao could too.
And now, all of this had come true so easily.
Because of one man. Her man.
Luo Yuhe's gaze towards Shen Anyu surged with increasing favorability. The System notification, visible only to Shen Anyu, would have been flashing red with critical increases.
She hadn't expected that Shen Anyu, knowing Luo Xiaoxiao was her sister Luo Xuemei's daughter—a child with no blood relation to him—would still be so caring and kind.
Luo Yuhe had never thought of hiding this from Shen Anyu, because that red plum mark on Xiaoxiao's arm was a genetic trait of the Luo family's main line, something that couldn't be hidden from someone with Shen Anyu's resources.
But Shen Anyu had generously said he didn't mind. He had embraced the role of "Stepfather" with a grace that silenced all her insecurities.
At that time, Luo Yuhe was still a bit uneasy and couldn't believe it, thinking he might just be polite. But now, watching this scene, hearing her daughter's genuine laughter, her heart was filled only with emotion and joy, and her love for Shen Anyu surged even more. It transformed from gratitude into a deep, bone-etching devotion.
"No matter what, no matter what, let him do whatever he wants~"
Luo Yuhe thought, her face flushed with a dark, intense resolve. Even if he wanted her life, she would give it. Even if he wanted the world, she would help him take it.
Then, the family of three changed their clothes.
Shen Anyu changed into a casual designer ensemble that made him look like a young, wealthy celebrity. Luo Yuhe wore a simple but elegant dress that Shen Anyu had bought for her, accentuating her figure without being too revealing. Luo Xiaoxiao was dressed like a little princess.
Luo Xiaoxiao, held by Shen Anyu and Luo Yuhe, one on each side, had a beaming smile on her small face. She swung between their hands, lifting her feet off the ground with every few steps.
She shouted with full energy:
"Let's go, let's go, off to the amusement park with Daddy and Mommy..."
Luo Yuhe looked at her daughter with doting affection, then turned her beautiful eyes to Shen Anyu beside her. Their gazes met, and in that exchange, a silent vow was made. She leaned closer to him, her shoulder brushing against his arm, cementing their status as a unit.
...
Meanwhile, in Villa number eighty-six next door.
The atmosphere here was a stark contrast to the warmth next door. The air smelled of stale cigarette smoke, rubbing alcohol, and suppressed rage.
"Boss, Shen Anyu is out, but..."
"Qing Que, what's wrong? Shen Anyu is out, we'll have more opportunities to break through his guard and capture him! After a day and a night, our injuries are much better..."
Yan Lingxiao sat on a makeshift medical bed, his torso wrapped heavily in bandages. His face was pale, beads of cold sweat clinging to his forehead. The pain from his internal injuries was constant, a gnawing fire in his gut, but his eyes burned with a fanatical determination. He was a Wolf King, a man who had survived countless battles abroad. He wouldn't be defeated by a rich second-generation silkpants.
He looked at Qing Que, his most trusted subordinate, who stood by the window with binoculars. Qing Que seemed hesitant to speak, her usually stoic face twisted in confusion and disbelief.
Feeling puzzled, Yan Lingxiao gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up. He limped towards the window, pushing aside the curtain to look out.
"Let me see. Did he bring bodyguards? How many?"
He raised his eyes and looked out the window, focusing on the gate of the neighboring villa.
But with that one look, Yan Lingxiao was struck as if by lightning...
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