Chapter 140: Luo Yuhe's Shame and Joy!
"Mommy, Mommy, the sun is out! Time to warm our bottoms! Wake up, sleepyhead!"
The crisp, innocent voice of a child pierced through the hazy veil of sleep.
The next morning, hearing her daughter Luoxiao's sweet, rhythmic knocking on the bedroom door, Luo Yuhe slowly opened her eyes. The heavy velvet curtains were slightly parted, allowing a beam of golden sunlight to dance on the messy silk sheets.
Her first sensation was a dull, pleasant ache in her waist and legs—a physical reminder of the storm that had ravaged her the night before.
"Mmm..."
Luo Yuhe stretched her body like a lazy cat, her skin rubbing against the cool fabric. As consciousness returned fully, her pretty face instantly flushed a deep crimson. The memories of last night flooded her mind like a tidal wave—his hands, his breath, his demanding whispers, and her own shameless pleas.
Even her delicate, crystal-clear earlobes were tinged with a beautiful rosy hue, burning with embarrassment.
"I... I was so loud..." she whispered to herself, burying her face in the pillow that still carried his scent—a mix of expensive cologne and masculine musk.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Mommy? Are you still sleeping?"
Listening to her daughter's persistent knocking outside, Luo Yuhe finally regained her senses. She panicked slightly, pulling the duvet up to cover the red marks on her collarbone—strawberries planted by a possessive gardener.
"I'm awake, Luoxiao! Just a moment, Mommy is changing!"
After tidying herself up and putting on a conservative high-collared dress to hide the evidence, she stepped out of the master bedroom.
Luo Xiaoxiao was standing there in her cute bear pajamas, looking up with big, curious eyes. She peeked behind Luo Yuhe into the empty room.
"Luoxiao, looking for something?"
"Mommy, when did Daddy leave? I wanted to say goodbye."
Luo Yuhe heard this, and her heart sank slightly. She looked at the empty bed, the cold side where he had slept. A hint of resentment and reluctance appeared in her beautiful eyes, mixed with a sudden sense of loss.
"Daddy left really early, baby. He has big work to do."
"Oh..." Luo Xiaoxiao pouted, disappointed.
Luo Yuhe bit her lip. "Really... he couldn't stay a little longer? Just left after eating and drinking his fill? Am I just a... a convenient stop for him?"
Although Luo Yuhe was feeling a bit shy and awkward at the moment, unsure how she would even face Shen Anyu after being so uninhibited, she still felt a touch of resentment when Shen Anyu left so abruptly without a morning kiss.
Women in love are always so prone to worrying about gains and losses. Was last night special to him, or just another conquest?
However, Luo Yuhe's personality was outwardly gentle but inwardly strong. After enduring five or six years of hardship, living in dog kennels and begging for scraps, she had learned resilience. She quickly composed herself, taking a deep breath. Her pretty face returned to its calm, maternal state.
"It's okay. He is the Young Master of the Shen Family. He has the world to run. I shouldn't be greedy."
She patted Luoxiao's head. "Come on, let's go to the kitchen. Mommy will make your favorite egg pancakes."
But upon entering the modern, open-concept kitchen, Luo Yuhe was surprised to find that the air was filled with a delicious aroma.
On the marble dining table, a hearty breakfast was already prepared—soy milk, fried dough sticks, crystal shrimp dumplings, and a bowl of bird's nest porridge kept warm in a thermal pot.
There was also a small note left under a glass of milk. The handwriting was bold and elegant, full of power.
[To my dear Yuhe and little Luoxiao:
I have urgent business to attend to at the company. Breakfast is made. Eat it while it's hot; cold food is bad for the stomach.
When I'm done with my business, I'll come over to be with you both. Wait for me.
P.S. Next time, remember to prepare a few more pairs of stockings. The ones last night were not enough to tear~]
[Signature: Your Husband, Shen Anyu!]
"..."
After reading it, Luo Yuhe stood frozen for a second. Her face turned from pale to tomato red in an instant.
"T-this... this bad guy!"
She covered her mouth, feeling both touched and incredibly amused. The resentment in her heart vanished like smoke in the wind, replaced by a thick, sweet honey.
She pursed her pink lips, looked at the ripped black stockings still lying in the corner of the living room (which she had forgotten to hide), and softly spat:
"Really, he's like a child! Likes to tear things... wasteful prodigal!"
But her eyes were smiling.
"Fine. I'll just prepare a whole box next time. Let's see if you can tear them all!"
At once, Luo Yuhe's mood brightened considerably. She felt cherished. He cooked for her. He left a note. He promised to return. She wasn't a fling; she was his home.
She hummed a little tune, her expression joyful, as she served the porridge to Xiaoxiao.
"Mommy, why is your face red?"
"The porridge is hot, baby. Eat up."
As a playboy who enjoyed worldly pleasures and had read countless romance novels, Shen Anyu naturally wouldn't make such a rookie mistake as "hit and run." That was the behavior of a low-level scumbag. A true Villain knows that the aftermath is just as important as the conquest.
After the physical intimacy, it was essential to provide emotional comfort and companionship. This "aftercare" would solidify the relationship and increase the Favorability to an unbreakable level. Otherwise, if left cold, resentment would breed.
If it were an ordinary beauty, Shen Anyu wouldn't care. But for the [Destined Heroine]—a woman carrying the luck of the world—he had the patience to provide enough tenderness and care. She was an investment with infinite returns.
Clearly, Shen Anyu's breakfast and cheeky note made Luo Yuhe very happy. It reassured her status. Next time, she would be even more willing to unlock new poses to make Shen Anyu happier. This wasn't about being a simp; this was high-level emotional management.
[Ding! Destined Heroine Luo Yuhe is in a great mood! Plundering +6666 Destiny Value!]
[Ding! Destined Heroine Luo Yuhe is touched and shyly delighted! Plundering +9999 Destiny Value!]
On the other side of the city.
Shen Anyu sat in the back of his Maybach, listening to the System prompts chiming beside his ear. He closed his eyes, sensing Luo Yuhe's joy through their connection.
A pleased, arrogant smile curved his lips.
"Women are simple creatures. A little bit of attention goes a long way."
The car glided smoothly into the underground garage of the [Riverside Luxury Mansion].
Shen Anyu adjusted his suit, wiped the remaining aura of slaughter from his demeanor, and leisurely stepped into the private elevator.
Ding!
The elevator doors opened to the penthouse.
"You're back!"
Shen Anyu hadn't even stepped out when he heard a clear, crisp voice that carried a mix of relief and suppressed anger.
He looked up to see a heroic and beautiful figure sitting on the Italian leather sofa in the living room.
It was An Zhiyue.
She was wearing her casual home clothes—a loose silk shirt and shorts that showed off her long, athletic legs—but her posture was rigid. Her crystal-clear hands propped up her chin, her sharp phoenix eyes scrutinizing Shen Anyu from head to toe.
It was as if she was examining some kind of alien creature that had worn her nephew's skin.
Naturally, it was Shen Anyu's Aunt, the Phoenix War God.
After dealing with Yan Lingxiao's corpse and cleaning up the bloody remnants of the War God Alliance at the Tangquan Villa, she had handed the paperwork to her subordinates and immediately returned to the Riverside Luxury Mansion.
She hadn't slept. She sat on that sofa all night, waiting for Shen Anyu.
The morning light fell on her face, showing a hint of fatigue and deep apprehension. There were dark circles under her eyes.
However, with her martial arts achievements and natural beauty, even at this moment of exhaustion, she still possessed a captivating, wild charm.
She was like a female leopard at the top of the food chain—dangerous, beautiful, and full of vitality. But right now, the leopard was confused.
Shen Anyu could feel that his Aunt An Zhiyue's gaze towards him carried a flickering cold light. It wasn't hostility, but intense suspicion.
The surrounding temperature in the penthouse seemed to plummet by dozens of degrees, reaching below freezing.
Shen Anyu didn't flinch. He walked over, tossed his jacket on the rack, and sat opposite her.
A lazy smile played on his handsome face as he leisurely said:
"Aunt, what's wrong? Why that expression? Did I forget your birthday?"
"Don't play dumb with me, kid."
An Zhiyue's serious expression vanished for a second, replaced by frustration. She rolled her eyes at Shen Anyu in annoyance, throwing a throw pillow at him.
"Still as lazy as ever! That smirk... that posture... Otherwise, I'd really suspect you're some alien who possessed my good nephew!"
She leaned forward, her eyes intense.
"I thought about it all night. I replayed the footage. I looked at the autopsy report. And I still can't imagine... how could YOU have killed Yan Lingxiao??"
An Zhiyue's mind was in chaos.
She had been to the scene. She saw the devastation at the [Tangquan One Product Villa District].
Shattered rocks flying everywhere. Century-old trees snapped in half like twigs. Reinforced concrete walls collapsed into dust. The ground torn apart as if plowed by a giant beast.
And Yan Lingxiao... the Dragon King... his body was broken. His meridians shattered. His Dantian crushed. It was a complete, overwhelming defeat.
Such an astonishing grand scene... such destructive power...
It made it truly difficult for An Zhiyue to connect it with her nephew Shen Anyu.
She remembered the Shen Anyu of the past. The spoiled boy who cried when he had to do horse stance training. The lazy young master who preferred wine and women to sweat and blood.
How could that boy turn into a monster capable of crushing a Martial Dao Grandmaster?
For a moment, it even made An Zhiyue think of stories from the web novels she secretly read—tropes like "Soul Possession," "Reincarnation," or "System Awakening."
She had deep feelings for Shen Anyu. He was her sister's only blood. If Shen Anyu had truly been possessed by some ancient demon or alien soul, and the real Shen Anyu was gone... she would be incredibly pained. She would have to kill the impostor.
That was why she sat on the sofa all night, analyzing his micro-expressions, letting her imagination run wild.
However, when she saw the familiar lazy expression on Shen Anyu's face, that relaxed, slightly annoying look of arrogance... An Zhiyue finally felt a little reassured.
'This is still him. No demon could replicate that specific kind of annoying charm.'
It was just that the change in his strength felt truly unbelievable to her! It defied all martial logic.
A flicker of emotion passed through Shen Anyu's eyes as he watched her.
He knew what she was thinking.
He and his Aunt An Zhiyue were only a few years apart in age—she was the youngest daughter of the An family. When they were young, he always followed An Zhiyue around to play. Though they were technically a generation apart, they were more like siblings, and their bond was very deep.
According to the original novel's timeline, An Zhiyue would have fought to the death to protect Shen Anyu from the Protagonist Ye Yan later on. She would have burned her blood essence to buy him time to escape, dying a tragic death.
She was one of the few people who truly loved the "Villain" unconditionally.
'Don't worry, Aunt. In this life, I will protect you. No Dragon King or War God will ever hurt you again.'
The current Shen Anyu was naturally the original Shen Anyu. He wasn't possessed by a stranger; he was the same person, only recently having awakened his past life memories from Earth and comprehended the "Mystery of the Womb," realizing he had transmigrated into a novel's world.
His soul was whole. His relatives in this life were his original relatives, not something he had gained cheaply.
"Possessed? Aunt, you read too many fantasy novels."
Shen Anyu chuckled, pouring himself a glass of water. "I just... grew up. People change when they face death."
"Grow up? You call crushing a Grandmaster 'growing up'?"
An Zhiyue sighed, rubbing her temples. "Alright, don't give me such mushy looks. I believe you're my good nephew! I checked your DNA, by the way. Just to be sure."
"..." Shen Anyu choked on his water. "You what?"
"Safety first."
Without waiting for Shen Anyu to complain, An Zhiyue waved her hand, indicating that the interrogation about his identity was over. However, her beautiful eyes looked at Shen Anyu with burning curiosity and a hint of martial fanaticism.
She leaned in close, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"But seriously, An'yu... how did you suddenly become so strong? That level of physical destruction... it's not normal Internal Energy."
"What level of strength are you exactly? Are you... a Great Grandmaster?"
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