Volume Three: The Tenfold Dao Intent Chapter 0070: A Subtle Display

Urban Supreme Immortal Qin Yang of the Northern Sea 2424 words 2026-03-20 13:59:25

The Demon Beauty Enhancement Company was filled with thunderous noise, drawing everyone's attention outside, leaving them utterly astonished. A Range Rover stood before them, exuding an air of dominance; its audacious design and imposing height instantly captivated all eyes.

Everyone strained to catch a glimpse of the driver. Qin Yang stepped out slowly, relishing this rare moment of flamboyance in an otherwise ordinary life, secretly delighted. Yet, as he noticed everyone staring intently at him, he was startled.

"Isn't that Brother Yang?"
"Wow, has he been taken care of by some rich lady? Disappeared for a month, and now he's back with a modified Range Rover!"
"I know this car—retails at eight million. With modifications, ten million wouldn't be enough!"

The crowd erupted in discussion, especially the female employees, who gazed at Qin Yang as if wishing the general manager would cast them an extra glance.

"Ahem, why are you all standing around? Shouldn't you be working?"

As expected, the authority of General Manager Qin sent everyone scattering. Qin Yang headed upstairs. He hadn't seen Su Ying, that little troublemaker, for a month. Who knew if her temper had mellowed? He knocked and entered, his usually serious face breaking into a smile as he saw who was inside. Su Ying, upon seeing Qin Yang, instantly tossed the file in her hand at his face.

What a unique welcome. Catching the file, he laughed, "Su Ying, you haven't seen me for a month, and your temper has grown!"

"Hmph! You disappeared for a month—where were you messing around?" Hands on her hips, she was fierce enough to be mistaken for his housekeeper.

"Eh? A month apart—could this be turning real?"

"What?"

"If you’re so concerned about my life now, does that mean you'll want to manage me entirely someday?" Qin Yang returned the file, grinning as he sat on the sofa.

"Ugh! Who wants to manage you?" Her pretty face flushed, then she asked, "How did things go?"

"Not bad. The other party was good-looking and wealthy. They even gave me money to buy a Range Rover."

"Pfft, I have money too," she muttered quietly. Qin Yang paused; he knew well how she felt about him. But the path he walked was uncertain and dangerous—how could he drag them along?

"Always joking—you don't care at all about company affairs. Don’t you know you own shares here?"

"Qin Yang."

"What's up?" He watched as she stretched out her delicate hand, puzzled—was she asking for a ring?

"Where’s my gift?"

"Uh..."

"Seriously? You go away, and not only do you forget the staff, but you don't even bring any local specialties back for the two bosses of the company?"

Local specialties? He’d spent days soaking in the Qionghai, swallowing seawater—should he spit some out as a gift? He quickly dismissed the thought; it was too disgusting.

"I left in a hurry. The gifts are still at home. I’ll bring them tomorrow."

Su Ying packed her bag: "Let’s go get them from your place now."

Now it was Qin Yang's turn to be dumbfounded—why wasn’t she playing by the rules? His forehead was lined with exasperation.

"Alright, I won’t tease you anymore. I heard from Yao Yao—apparently, you’re juggling two relationships. No, there’s even a hidden one, so maybe three, or more."

"Yao Yao’s parents are here, and they’ve been demanding to meet her boyfriend for ten days. If you don’t come back soon, she’ll probably find some random guy to deal with them."

Damn, what a mess. He’d returned for some rest, not to be troubled by all this. Besides, he had no girlfriend and had never met prospective in-laws. Well, treat it as practice for the future.

Seeing his battlefield-ready expression, Su Ying laughed heartily.

"I’ve met Yao Yao’s parents—they’re very kind. They won’t eat you alive."

He shot her a glare. It was fine for her, but not for him—he had to pretend to be Yao Yao’s boyfriend.

"Su Ying, I’ll go to Wu Yao Yao now. We’ll talk later."

He rushed to the CEO’s office. Wu Yao Yao had been exhausted lately, not only from company affairs but also from her parents’ marriage pressure. She’d wanted Qin Yang’s help, but he’d disappeared for a month, unreachable even by phone, driving her nearly mad with frustration.

Rarely having a free moment, she wore a tight-fitting outfit and began exercising. She’d studied yoga since her youth and maintained rigorous training, which explained her superb figure.

Sweat dampened her hair and clothes. She took a deep breath, ready to change, but froze. Qin Yang was equally stunned, for he’d walked in just as Wu Yao Yao lifted her shirt, revealing her underwear.

Damn, what luck. The last time he’d been here, he saw her showering; this time, she was changing. How could it always be so coincidental?

Wu Yao Yao was stunned, half-suspecting Qin Yang had orchestrated the timing for his own benefit. Though the air conditioning was cranked up, he could still sense a chill.

Rubbing his nose, he forced a laugh, "What a coincidence!"

"Yes, quite the coincidence," Wu Yao Yao replied bitterly, putting her clothes back on and gritting her teeth.

Fostering some inexplicable animosity—there really was no one like her.

"You can’t blame me—I saw your missed calls and rushed over."

"Rushed over?" Wu Yao Yao scoffed. "Really?"

"I saw you on the surveillance—you went into Su the Enchantress’s office."

Ugh. The city’s tricks run deep; maybe I should go back to the countryside.

He felt the world was full of pitfalls; this wasn’t fair!

"Tomorrow morning, come pick me up. We’ll meet my parents together," she said, wiping sweat from her face. "Alright, you can leave now."

Her hand waved, queen-like.

Is this how people ask for help? Why did it feel like he was begging for trouble?

He shook his head and sneaked a few more glances at Wu Yao Yao’s figure. Quite impressive, indeed. He wondered how it would feel to touch—since he’d be pretending to be her boyfriend tomorrow, should he also exercise some boyfriend privileges?

Leaving the office, he pondered this seriously.

Just then, his phone rang again. It was Ye Mei’er, who had returned to Bin City, accompanied by Wang Kun, Old Master Wang, Shao Bing, and Yang Cong. The arrival of these three martial arts masters was unexpected. After notifying Su Ying, he headed outside once more.

Bin City was his domain, and since they had come, he, as the host, had to welcome them, no matter what.