MILF Hunting in Underworld

Chapter 202  Two Sides Of A Coin

"What do you want to discuss about my daughter?" Fu Shi narrowed her eyes, her mind racing with thoughts, then asked with a glare, "What exactly are you planning to do with her?"

"What do you take me for?"

Yang Chen immediately saw through her suspicions and gave a slight cough to mask his embarrassment.

He couldn't just tell her outright that he intended to groom her daughter, could he?

"It's about her talent," he finally replied, closing his eyes in an attempt to look serious.

After speaking, he opened them slightly to peek at her reaction.

As he expected, Fu Shi's expression froze the moment he mentioned her daughter's talent.

"I can see she's struggling to use her talent because of her past trauma," he added, taking advantage of the moment.

Hearing his words, Fu Shi eyed him with suspicion. 'Has he already discovered our past?'

'No, that's impossible!' Fu Shi shook her head, knowing that the incident had been hidden from the public, and the city lord had erased all records.

'Then how did he know that Ting'er's problem has anything to do with our past?' She narrowed her eyes at him, scrutinizing his face as if trying to uncover his hidden motives.

"Go on with what you were saying," she said with a sigh. She'd already taken her daughter to numerous doctors and healers recommended by Han Zhenya, but none had been able to help.

"Since you're aware, I'd like your support in helping to heal your daughter's trauma," Yang Chen replied, inwardly speechless.

Judging by her expression, he could tell this dark-haired mother hadn't realized that she was in need of therapy more than anyone else.

"Do you mind telling me what happened to the two of you in the past?" he asked, with a touch of hope.

"No!" Fu Shi shook her head firmly, clearly unwilling to reveal anything.

Yang Chen sighed in defeat. 'It seems there's nothing more I can do but leave this matter to Lin Yulan.'

"But first, I need to ensure she visits the academy tomorrow."

Yang Chen didn't rush to bring this up.

He grinned inwardly as he wasn't going to let her escape so easily.

"Madam, don't you think you're holding your daughter back?"

As soon as he said this, the atmosphere grew colder, and Fu Shi, who was about to get up, froze in place.

The staffs watching from a distance shook their heads, assuming a quarrel was about to start.

'Bastard…!' Fu Shi gritted her teeth, clenching her fists as a wave of helplessness washed over her.

She couldn't find any words to refute him.

Fu Shi was well aware of her daughter's potential—more than anyone else. Her daughter could achieve far greater heights if she were given the necessary resources But she was just a mere bus conductor.

'Damn it! If only I still had my physique…!' She sank back into her chair, frustration etched on her face.

'...It's all because of that cursed man. I wouldn't have to suffer this humiliation if I hadn't trusted him and married him.'

Seeing her sit down again, Yang Chen smirked. 'Heh, it'll be entertaining to gradually break her down and make her yield to me.'

'It's only a matter of time. After all, I've already discovered her weakness.' He thought, looking at her status panel in front of him.

[Name: Fu Shi]

[Race: Ghost human]

[Cultivation: Ethereal apprentice fourth stage]

[Talent: Celestial Spring physique (A-rank) (devoured) ] n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

[Aptitude: Mid-grade(mid)]

[Combat prowess: Ethereal apprentice fourth stage]

[Favorability: 15]

[Special Note: The target's physique was devoured by an individual using a devouring technique.]

[The original physique may be restored either by reabsorbing the devoured essence or through the help of yin and yang energy.]

Just then, Nyx, who had been observing the situation, smiled as an idea came to her mind.

Seeing Yao Mei and the others making an effort, she felt the urge to stop holding back. It wasn't that she had been idle—she had been diligently cultivating this whole time and was on the verge of a minor breakthrough.

Before preparing for her breakthrough, she wanted to help Yang Chen accelerate his cultivation progress.

'It's time for that,' she thought, a slight smile appearing on her lips. Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind.

[Ding! Master, you have triggered a choice situation.]

[Please select one of the following options:]

[1. Offer Fu Shi genuine help to recover her physique and earn her goodwill.

   - Rewards: +20 favorability and 10,000 perverted points]

[2. Tell her you'll help her recover her physique, but that it requires a massage.

   - Rewards: Spectral energy gathering formation and 10x cultivation pills for the Ethereal Apprentice Realm]

'Isn't choice 2 way better?' Yang Chen eyed the options with a strange look, then selected choice 2 without hesitation.

With the spectral energy gathering formation, his family's cultivation speed would improve immensely.

Using the pills, he could aim for a breakthrough to the Wraith Adept Realm before his return to Seraphia. Though he'd lose out on the favorability of this cold woman, Yang Chen knew it couldn't compare to the rewards of choice 2.

"Do you want to recover your physique?" Snapping out of his thoughts, he looked at Fu Shi, who wore an expression of frustration.

She immediately turned toward him at his words, though her reply was quite different."Do you think I'd believe anything you say?"

Her reaction betrayed her true interest.

"Whether or not you believe me is none of my concern." Yang Chen shrugged, picking up his coffee.

"But if I can break the restrictions of a soul contract, don't you think this should be an easier task?" He kept his face serious, hoping his bluff would work.

In reality, both of the tasks were difficult, but restoring a physique's origin was even harder.

After all, it required yin and yang energy—a concept so rare that even Nyx had no knowledge of it before now.

Yang Chen had needed Nyx's help to break the restrictions of Han Zhenya's soul contract; without her, it would be impossible for him to accomplish that task.

Seeing his confidence, Fu Shi began to waver. She had already heard from Han Zhenya that Yang Chen intended to help her.

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Meanwhile, Lin Yulan and Fu Ting were seated in a small snack shop. After leaving the academy, Lin Yulan had quickly caught up with Fu Ting and brought her here.

"Here, take it before it melts," Lin Yulan said, handing her an ice cream with a warm smile.

Fu Ting wanted to decline, but Lin Yulan seemed to anticipate that she would reject and gently pressed the ice cream into her hands.

Fu Ting was left speechless by Lin Yulan's actions.

Unable to resist the treat, she gave it a small lick, her eyes cast down toward the floor.

She resembled a wounded kitten licking its paws; her meek, introverted nature only made her appear more fragile and pitiable.

No one would believe it if they were told that Fu Ting was a berserker.

If anyone else had tried to stop her, she would have simply run away. But Lin Yulan was a different matter entirely. Not only was she one of the top instructors in terms of strength, but her gentle personality made it difficult for Fu Ting to resist.

In Fu Ting's eyes, Lin Yulan was a hundred, if not a thousand, times better than the previous medic.

Moreover, Fu Ting couldn't shake the odd sense of familiarity she felt whenever she was around Lin Yulan.

If Fu Ting had ever seen Lin Yulan use her talent, she would have immediately realized that it was due to divine energy.

"Why did you run away after the game ended?" Lin Yulan asked, a curious expression on her face.

She had noticed that Fu Ting hadn't used divine energy during the game. If Lin Yulan's guess was correct, Fu Ting was like her past self, which was likely why Yang Chen had asked her to take Fu Ting on as a disciple.

"Everyone did their best, but I…!" Fu Ting's eyes began to well up with emotion, her voice trembling as if she had done something wrong, struggling to find the right words.

"Wahh!! Wahh!!"

At that moment, the sound of a little girl crying echoed from behind their table. Turning around, they saw a young girl sitting on the floor, her clothes stained with ice cream, her knees scraped and bruised.