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“Hey, don’t look at me like that. Auntie, your wrinkles are starting to show. If you don’t take care of yourself, you might age prematurely. Oh wait, I misspoke; you’re already old. I’m just worried it’ll accelerate your aging. Look! Just now, your wrinkles deepened even more. Why twist your face like that?” After yawning with a lackluster expression, Yang Xiaoyou’s weak voice ignited the anger of the Middle-Aged Beauty sitting across from her.
With a twisted expression, the Middle-Aged Beauty’s once graceful features were marred. She never imagined someone would dare to speak to her like this in front of others!
Although her age was creeping up, she still held considerable confidence and pride in her appearance. Compared to those youthful and inexperienced individuals, she exuded a mature charm. Even now, married as she was, she still had many admirers.
But this girl in front of her, lacking talent and family background, had the audacity to act superior just because she spent a bit more time with Liang Wuxuan at school!
Unforgivable!
The Middle-Aged Beauty’s sour expression initially stemmed from Yang Xiaoyou publicly provoking her by hugging Liang Wuxuan right after she finished speaking. Now, her twisted features were a result of Yang’s subsequent remark.
Throughout it all, she didn’t believe she had done anything wrong; it was all instigated by the other party.
Yang Xiaoyou didn’t care much about this fellow. Perhaps she held some status in the Liang Family, but what did that have to do with her?
Under normal circumstances, out of respect for the Demoness, Yang Xiaoyou might have greeted her politely when they first met.
However, the moment this woman appeared, she clearly established her own stance. Her words implied a sense of superiority as if she could disregard the feelings of those involved and directly manipulate Liang Wuxuan’s emotions. Yang Xiaoyou had no intention of giving this fellow any courtesy.
Did this woman think that if Yang Xiaoyou treated her kindly, she would be satisfied and support her?
No.
Given how things had started, if Yang Xiaoyou were to say something nice now, it would only encourage further demands—perhaps even asking her to leave on the spot.
It was better to tear off the mask from the beginning than to force a smile on a cold shoulder. Of course, just like most of what the other party said was “the truth,” what Yang Xiaoyou said was also “the truth.” There were no insulting words involved.
"Alright, you old hag, how on earth were you raised?" The Middle-Aged Beauty had never received such an insult in her life. Unable to suppress the fury in her heart, she raised her hand, ready to strike back, while a distorted scream escaped her lips in anger.
The elegant facade she once held was completely shattered.
"Shut up." Just as she lifted her hand halfway, Liang Wuxuan cast a calm glance at her. His tone was unremarkable, yet it carried an undeniable authority that could not be refused.
The seemingly ordinary words left his mouth, and the furious Middle-Aged Beauty felt as if an iron clamp had forcibly shut her lips. The violent clash of her teeth produced a clattering sound, shaking her jaw loose and leaving a faint metallic taste in her mouth.
After closing her mouth, she attempted to speak again, but her face twitched in response. She managed to open it slightly, only for it to clamp shut again due to spasms. All that came out were muffled sounds as fear flickered in her eyes when she looked at Liang Wuxuan.
Seeing this change unfold even surprised Yang Xiaoyou. This was likely Liang Wuxuan's unique ability; usually, he dominated conversations effortlessly, controlling the situation entirely.
However, she hadn't anticipated that such a direct display could lead to this outcome. It was as if he bypassed the opponent's brain's commands to the body entirely, using his presence to replace those commands and achieve this effect!
By circumventing the opponent's sensory feedback with his own forceful presence, he created an illusion and judgment that was almost the exact opposite of what they expected.
The reason for the subsequent spasms was the conflict between the commands issued by the opponent's brain and Liang Wuxuan's dissipating influence. The impact of these opposing forces caused strain on the facial tendons.
Although the Demoness's inherent strength was not high, even with such overwhelming presence, it seemed that no martial artist who had not reached the Momentum Level could contend with her!
"If you like him so much, then you can just marry him yourself. Hmph! I can help you for a moment but not for a lifetime. Next time, you're on your own; you're even worse than Liu Jiayao." Looking at the Middle-Aged Beauty who was clutching her face where the spasms occurred, Liang Wuxuan snorted coldly before taking Yang Xiaoyou's arm and leading her away in another direction, completely unconcerned about any friction between them.
As this incident unfolded, those who had initially wanted to approach suddenly found themselves observing from a distance. Yin Lang had intended to say something but fell silent upon seeing the Beautiful Lady he had gone to great lengths to please rendered speechless. His eyes flickered with uncertainty as he pondered what to do next.
"Haha, cousin! You're so domineering; no wonder you're one of our most outstanding members." Liu Jiayao, who had been used as a negative example earlier, seemed unfazed by the remark about being worse than others. He followed along with his female companion and offered a compliment.
Encouraged by his words, Yang Xiaoyou playfully pinched the Demoness's alluring waist and said, "Look at you; you really have quite an aura."
"Hmph, she's still my aunt. Just now, when she was about to reach your parents, I could feel the change in you. This is for her own good." Liang Wuxuan cast a flirtatious glance at Yang Xiaoyou, seemingly unconcerned.
Hearing this, Yang Xiaoyou merely smiled lightly and said nothing more.
However, he soon focused his gaze, swirling the wine glass in his hand to quickly scan the surroundings through its reflection.
"What’s wrong? I’m a grown man; I shouldn’t be so affected. After all, she is my aunt," Liang Wuxuan whispered softly into his ear, sensing Yang Xiaoyou's subtle shift.
"Nothing much. I just noticed that pesky little follower is gone; probably off looking for something to eat." Feeling the warm breath beside him, Yang Xiaoyou turned and chuckled lightly, appearing nonchalant.
Meanwhile, Dream Butterfly had indeed vanished without a trace. She must have slipped away during the earlier commotion. With her unparalleled mental prowess, she was like an advanced stealth fighter jet in the realm of power; even Yang Xiaoyou hadn’t noticed when she left.
However, this wasn’t what concerned Yang Xiaoyou the most. Although Dream Butterfly seemed dazed and delicate, when equipped with her tools, even if she got upset, it would likely give anyone a headache. Her self-defense capabilities were quite strong; she wouldn’t get lost at a banquet and would surely find her way back with some time.
The real reason for Yang Xiaoyou's unease was that just moments ago, after Liang Wuxuan's 'command' had ended, he felt a vague yet penetrating gaze sweep over him and Liang Wuxuan.
Having grown accustomed to being noticed due to the Demoness's attention-grabbing abilities, Yang Xiaoyou was indifferent to malicious or curious stares.
But he didn’t care about ordinary gazes because he knew they couldn’t bring him trouble. An ant glaring at a human with 'anger'—would the human care?
Yet that recent subtle gaze sent chills down his spine and made every hair on his body stand on end!
Even when he had been targeted by a sniper in the hotel before, it hadn’t evoked such a strong reaction!
Yang Xiaoyou's first instinct was that the owner of that gaze was powerful—very powerful! Powerful enough to pose a significant threat to his life!
"Who on earth is that? A security guard from the Liang family? No, if that were the case, how could they be scrutinizing the Demoness like that? What kind of trouble have I stumbled into? This is seriously getting out of hand." Controlling his instinct to flee, Yang Xiaoyou couldn't help but feel a sense of despair in his heart.
With the improvements I have made during this time, among the billions of people worldwide, there are only a few who can suppress themselves head-on, aside from Luo Guohui and Feng Lin at that level—perhaps no more than a handful.
The number of those who can engage with me, whose strength is comparable and could pose a threat to my existence, is also not many—likely within the double digits. Even though I may encounter more than an average person due to the nature of my interactions, the actual likelihood remains quite low.
However, in this venue, there undoubtedly exists such a powerful individual!
The only ones who can make me feel a threat to my life must either possess strength on par with mine or even greater. More critically, they must have some ability that counters mine effectively!
This fellow carries a certain malice, which means I must eliminate the risk!
"Hmph, even with the illusionary realm of my true form, I cannot sense the presence of the other party. It seems like a living assassin is hiding here, likely with ulterior motives. How could the neutral faction of the Liang Family attract such a formidable enemy that they would go so far as to send someone to assassinate? However, given the structure of the Liang Family, if they truly intend to wipe out their upper echelons, it would indeed be the most effective way to dismantle them. The sense of crisis they instilled in me indicates they have that capability." Forcing down the tremors in my heart, Yang Xiaoyou quickly analyzed the situation before him.
The Liang Family itself is a peculiar entity that has maintained good relations with nearly every force within the Chinese Empire; no faction has ever taken notice of them.
However, recently, due to my involvement, Liang Jianguo indeed intervened in a matter!
As this thought crossed his mind, a glimmer of red seemed to flash in Yang Xiaoyou's eyes.
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