I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

The crowd gasped, for Yan Ziming had gone in the direction Murong Haiyi was, and his ultimate target was undoubtedly him.

Wherever she went, the 'wolf girls' who had surrounded Murong Haiyi parted to make way for her, their gazes lingering briefly on her stunning face before they lowered their heads in disappointment.

The two sides are not on the same level.

"Little Momo!? What is she trying to do?!"

Mu Muxing's eyes widened. Her first reaction was to rush up and kill that kid Murong Haiyi, but after a moment's thought, she knew that was not the case at all.

"She's going to do something."

A glint flashed in Mu Mu's eyes, knowing that Yan Ziming was about to cause trouble, and a look of excitement appeared in her eyes.

Standing on the podium, Murong Haiyi was also completely bewildered. All eyes were on him and Yan Ziming, and even with his eyes closed, he could feel the intense gazes filling the room.

What is she trying to do? She likes me! No, that's one of the three great illusions of life, I'm not stupid enough to believe it!

"Brother, go for it! Bring her home and make her your wife!"

He could hear his younger sister cheering him on from behind, which made Murong Haiyi's teeth ache.

What a load of gas!

Carry her home? I really can't carry this woman!

If Yan Zimo knew his thoughts, she would definitely give him a good beating in the Radiant Mortal World.

Yan Ziming: How dare you say I'm heavy? You're asking for it!

Finally, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yan Ziming slowly walked up to Murong Haiyi, the distance between them being no more than half a meter.

“The moment you arrived, I knew…” Murong Haiyi paused, then continued, “You’re definitely here to cause me trouble!”

"No... how can you say I'm looking for trouble? I'm just here to vent my friend's anger."

Yan Ziming met his gaze without opening her eyes, and Murong Haiyi could even see a strong sense of malice in her eyes.

"Wait, I don't know what you mean..."

"Although we don't know if you're the mastermind behind this... there's no doubt that your Murong family is involved. Whether you know it or not, this whole thing revolves around you..."

"Hey, hey, what are you talking about?!"

Ignoring the increasingly flustered Murong Haiyi, Yan Ziming murmured, "Hey, you still remember our agreement, right? You owe me a punch, no matter when or where..."

"Listen to me, damn it!"

"Screw you! Damn it!" Yan Ziming's voice suddenly rose, "If you want to vent your anger, then go find the culprit! Eat shit!"

She swung the bouquet of flowers, which was supposed to be presented by Wen Xintong and contained ambiguous words, and slammed it hard into Murong Haiyi's face in front of Murong Haiyi and everyone else's astonished gazes. Her small pink fist followed closely, smashing the bouquet of flowers and sending Murong Haiyi flying.

"oh-------!!!"

Time seemed to slow down, everything seemed to move in slow motion: Yan Ziming's furious punch, Murong Haiyi's face contorted in pain, the astonished expressions of everyone, Mu Mu's hearty laughter, Ye Qianxue's pride in her older sister, and Wen Xintong, who had just stepped outside, covering her mouth in surprise, her eyes gleaming with a dazzling light...

Snapped!

The sound of a human body falling freely.

"Humph! Let's go!"

Yan Ziming flicked his arm and left gracefully in front of everyone. Ye Qianxue quickly took Wen Xintong and they chased after him through space.

The entire room fell silent...

Murong Haiyi, who had been knocked to the ground, wanted to cry.

Damn it! The first promise I've ever made with a girl other than my sister is that she'll give me a face-breaking punch in public!

I'll never do it again!

Chapter Fifty-Three: Tenderness

No sooner had Yan Ziming left than Murong Haiyi gracefully flipped himself up from the ground.

"Brother, brother..." Murong Haixuan trembled and tried to get closer several times, but stopped in her tracks.

At this point, the older brother should need more private space.

Rubbing his right cheek where Yan Ziming had punched him, Murong Haiyi winced in pain.

"This guy... is he serious now, isn't he?"

He was a trained fighter, yet he was sent flying by Yan Ziming's tiny fist. This woman was too fierce; he couldn't afford to mess with her...

Who would dare to marry her in the future?

Unless it's someone even more formidable than her!

Now that Yan Ziming is gone, and he himself has been beaten, how is this going to end in front of so many people?

The room fell silent; the atmosphere was incredibly awkward. If things went wrong, the banquet could become a laughing stock.

At this moment, the head of the Ye family laughed heartily, "It seems... Young Master Murong is quite the ladies' man. Did you offend a beauty at some point?"

As soon as he spoke, a clever person immediately chimed in: "Hahaha! Patriarch Ye is right. Young Master Murong, you still have a long way to go in pursuing that goddess!"

"Exactly, there's a limit to how much you can pursue a girl!"

"I wish Brother Murong will win the heart of his beauty next time!"

The atmosphere on the field became lively again, and the awkwardness was finally largely dispelled, making it easier for the Murong family to save face.

Mu Mu, sitting in the audience, couldn't help but laugh. She was holding it in so hard that tears streamed down her face.

[She's definitely the woman I've chosen!]

Mu Mu quite liked this style of doing things, but it depended on who she was doing it for...

If I'm not mistaken, Yan Ziming did that for that girl from before. Mu Mu saw her just now too; her name is Wen Xintong.

What a scumbag! She's flirting with other women again.

Mu Mu started to feel annoyed again.

Even she felt incredibly envious after seeing it; how she longed to be the one receiving help from Yan Ziming!

"Hmph, when we get back, I'll train you until you're too weak to find new women outside!"

With a disgruntled snort, Mu Mu greeted her parents and left with Si Mo.

.............

After briefly dealing with the numerous guests, Murong Haiyi went backstage, where his sister Murong Haixuan was already waiting for him.

Upon seeing her brother arrive, Murong Haixuan hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Brother, why is she—"

Murong Haiyi waved his hand, signaling her not to ask any further questions. "Sister, you should have heard what she just said. Do you know what she meant?"

"I don't understand either..."

Murong Haixuan was completely bewildered. She had seen her brother go to find Yan Ziming and everything seemed fine. She had assumed that Yan Ziming had been won over by her brother this time, but instead, he had punched her. The Murong family had lost face big time.

"Investigate! I'm determined to find out who this guy is who made me look bad in front of so many people!"

Which damned bastard made me take the blame? I'll make him cry like a pear blossom in spring rain!

Murong Haiyi was furious. He had really lost face this time, and it would probably be the subject of ridicule for a long time to come.

Damn it! We have to find the culprit and make him eat back the shit he swallowed!

"Brother, Yan Ziming... she did such a thing, are we just going to let it go like this?"

Murong Haixuan was extremely wary. Yan Ziming's background was truly immense. Even if Murong Haiyi were to advance to the ninth rank, it would be difficult to reverse this disadvantage. If her brother felt he couldn't let go of his pride and wanted to pursue the matter, it would undoubtedly be like throwing an egg against a rock.

"I won't pursue it; to my shame, this was an agreement I made with her before. She could punch me anytime, anywhere. There's nothing to say. I'll just have to bear the consequences of my own actions!"

"Pfft... Brother, you have such a heavy taste."

"Long-winded!"

................

Yan Ziming moved with lightning speed, disappearing from the hotel in the blink of an eye, and then ran away as if he had done something wrong.

Damn, it feels so good to show off and run away!

I’m done!

"That guy must be feeling awful right now, hahaha!"

Yan Ziming was happy, and her steps became lighter, like a butterfly flitting among flowers, moving through the crowded streets.

Suddenly, she remembered something important and stopped in her tracks.

"Oh, I forgot to take Xintong and Qianxue with me."

"My dear elder sister——"

Ye Qianxue caught up with Wen Xintong, and the three beautiful girls appeared together on the street, attracting the attention of many people.

Wen Xintong stared at Yan Ziming with bright eyes, seemingly wanting to say a thousand words. Yan Ziming felt a chill run down his spine, realizing he couldn't let her speak, and quickly stopped her.

"Let's talk about it when we get back."

After saying that, he had Ye Qianxue take the two of them directly back home.