Ye Luoli: The Charismatic Girl Leads the World to Darkness

As soon as Feng Yinsha said this, Qi Na's tears fell even harder. She covered her mouth with one hand and wiped her face haphazardly with the other, trying to dry her tears, but not only did she fail, she ended up washing her face with water stains.

His overall appearance was extremely disheveled for a time.

Feng Yinsha seemed surprised by this turn of events and stood there dumbfounded for a moment.

Yan Xi's lips twitched, and she helplessly slapped her forehead, completely stunned.

No, I told you to comfort her, not to make her cry!

But seeing the boy's pitiful and innocent expression, Yan Xi couldn't muster any temper. She could only push him away in annoyance, take out a handkerchief with a corner embroidered with a nine-tailed fox from her bosom, and hand it to Hei Xiangling, asking her to coax Qi Na.

"You... never mind, you three can just stand there, I'm going to make a phone call."

Yan Xi wanted to say something, but seeing the three men looking at the sky and the ground and not at her at all, she could only roll her eyes, walk a few meters away, lean against the wall and dial a number.

……

In a hotel private room, seven or eight people sat around a table, clinking glasses and making a lively scene. When they had almost finished eating, but were still quite tipsy, a middle-aged man glanced at the young man opposite him, a glint of shrewdness in his eyes, and nudged his assistant with his elbow, signaling him to bring out the food.

The assistant understood, took a document from his briefcase, opened it, and handed it to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man took the document, moved all the plates off the turntable in front of him, placed the document on it, and then turned it to the other side.

"Mr. Lu, this is our plan for this project..."

Before he could finish speaking, a phone rang.

"You big idiot, answer the phone... You big idiot, answer the phone..."

"Sorry, my sister is being naughty. I'll take this call." Lu Ze stood up with the phone in his hand, nodded apologetically to the middle-aged man, and slowly walked out of the private room.

"Hey, Lu Ze!"

Lu Ze leaned against the door of the private room, peering through the crack at the group of people inside chatting and laughing, his eyes narrowed as if he were lost in thought.

"What's wrong?" Hearing the faint sobbing sounds from the other end, he paused and then asked, "Who did you make cry?"

"..." Yan Xi paused for a moment, feeling inexplicably guilty for some reason. "Don't talk nonsense. Am I that kind of person?"

Lu Ze smiled and retorted, "Aren't you one?"

"Damn it!" Yan Xi cursed, realizing she couldn't argue with him, so she simply said, "At that Future High School, there's this girl named Ye Zhi who bullied me and smashed my pendant. I'm going to give her a good beating... Oh right, she said she'd call her dad to teach me a lesson. You should take care of her."

As she spoke, Yan Xi's voice turned cold, her eyes flashing with intense malice, her face hidden in the shadows like a demon that had just crawled out of hell and bared its fangs. "Since you're mocking the mud, then let the clouds fall into the mud and never be able to rise again."

Lu Ze glanced at the crack in the door. Inside, the group had changed their topic at some point. The middle-aged man was holding a wine glass, boasting about how wonderful his daughter was, and he was also holding a photograph in his hand.

Lu Ze has excellent eyesight; he can see ants in the corner of a wall from a hundred meters away.

After glancing at the photo, Lu Ze didn't pay much attention. He just remained silent for a moment, then felt that Yan Xi's tone was a bit scary. He said, "You should go to the hospital and register for a psychiatric appointment."

Yan Xi didn't speak; the only response he received was the busy tone of the call being disconnected.

"He hung up on me again..." Lu Ze muttered, glanced at the girl's photo that Yan Xi had sent, then at the photo in the middle-aged man's hand, paused for a moment, put his phone away, and pushed the door open to go inside.

Walking to the table, he glanced at the photo with feigned curiosity and asked, "Mr. Ye, is this your daughter?"

The middle-aged man smiled and agreed.

Lu Ze picked up the documents on the table, flipping through them as he said emotionlessly, "My sister just called and said that at Elite Future High School, a girl named Ye Zhi led a group of people to ambush her friend and even smashed the jade pendant that she had painstakingly carved for a week. She happened to witness it. My sister couldn't stand it and got into a physical fight with Ye Zhi's group."

Upon hearing Yeats's name, the middle-aged man was taken aback, and his face immediately turned ugly, as if he had swallowed a dead fly.

"What's with that expression, Mr. Ye?" Lu Ze glanced at him seemingly casually, then, as if realizing something, asked in surprise, "I just heard Mr. Ye say... this Ye Zhi wouldn't happen to be your daughter, would she?"

Seeing Mr. Ye's dark and green face, Lu Ze smiled and pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes full of threat, "These are just children's little squabbles. Mr. Ye is such a magnanimous person, he shouldn't take them to heart, right?"

The middle-aged man chuckled dryly, his face already quite grim. After all, anyone with a brain could tell from Lu Ze's words that Ye Zhi's side was definitely going to suffer.

Lu Ze suddenly changed the subject, "By the way, Miss Ye should be of legal age by now, right?"

"Soon, in two more months..." The middle-aged man said, but suddenly his face turned pale, as if he had thought of something.

Lu Ze did not disappoint him. He closed the folder and said with a smile, "You're all grown up now, it's time to go out and experience life, Mr. Ye, don't you agree?"

After speaking, without waiting for the other person's reaction, he placed the folder on the spinning wheel and turned it back for him. The two people sitting next to Lu Ze, sensing the situation, stood up and picked up their respective briefcases.

"Then, let's discuss the contract after Mr. Ye has finished his business. Goodbye, Mr. Ye."

After speaking, Lu Ze straightened his suit jacket and led the two men out of the private room.

For a moment, only Mr. Ye, whose face was as red as a flashing neon light, and a few drunkards who were out of it, looking at each other blankly, unaware of what had happened, remained in the private room.

……

On the other side, Yan Xi, with a stern face after finishing the call, stood in front of Qi Na with great displeasure, inwardly complaining to Yin Yuan: Damn it, Lu Ze actually said I'm mentally ill, damn it, I'll beat him up when I get back!

Feng Yinsha and his two companions, who had overheard part of the conversation, smiled. Although they knew it was unkind, it was really fun, and the girl who got angry and frustrated was truly adorable.

The others knew what had happened, but Qi Na didn't. She thought Yan Xi was angry and unwilling to help her, and her tears, which had just stopped, started flowing even more freely, like a faucet that had been turned on.

Yan Xi turned her back to Qi Na with a blank expression, instantly putting on a mask of pain.

Good heavens! She didn't do anything, so why is she crying again?!

Is this girl's tears supernatural?

Hei Xiangling sighed helplessly, glanced at her master who was standing there like a wooden stake and seemed determined not to help, and resignedly picked up her handkerchief to continue coaxing him.

"Alright, smile." Feng Yinsha walked to Yan Xi's side, raised his hand and gently patted the top of her head, softly comforting her, "You scared her."

Yan Xi's eyes widened, not noticing the hand above her head, she just pointed at herself with an incredulous expression.

Me? Scary? I'm so good-looking, how could I be scary?!

Huo Liaoye walked over with a sour face, slapped away Feng Yinsha's hand, and ruffled Yan Xi's hair a couple of times with a bit too much force, messing up her hairstyle.

"Think about that expression just now. Anyone who didn't know better would think you had some deep-seated grudge against her."

Yan Xi stroked her chin, lost in thought.

Suddenly, Yan Jue took out his ink brush, drew a mirror with a couple of strokes, and slowly held it up in front of Yan Xi.

"Sister, your image is important."

Yan Xi was taken aback and subconsciously looked in the mirror.

The woman in the mirror had a delicate face, but her hair was as messy as a clump of straw.

Yan Xi: ...

Yan Xi drew his longsword with a backhand: "Damn it! Firey, I'll chop you down!"