Chapter 77: The Exquisite Fist—Punches, Kicks, and Bites—Swearing to Hate Qin Daofei Forever Thank you all for your generous support; here’s an extra chapter.

Hiss!

Qin Daofei flinched as Linglong kicked his calf. He drew in a sharp breath and looked at her coolly, surprised by her fiery spirit. His gaze grew colder.

“You, woman, what are you crazy about?” Qin Daofei whispered harshly, afraid someone outside might overhear.

Linglong glared at him bitterly, her voice icy. “Qin Daofei, you’re such a bastard! If you have the skill, paint and mix the colors yourself. I won’t help you. Even if you kill me, I won’t assist you. You beast!”

“Woman!” Qin Daofei, though amnesiac, retained his cold temperament. He stared at Linglong with a frosty look and said lightly, “You risked coming into the palace just to see me, didn’t you? Last time you met me, you joked around without a single serious word—I found you suspicious. Now that I gave you a chance to be alone with me, you throw a tantrum. Don’t think I won’t dare to kill you!”

Hearing this, Linglong’s tears streamed uncontrollably. She looked at Qin Daofei with hatred, accusing him word by word, “Go ahead, kill me. I’m the one who’s degrading myself, traveling thousands of miles to find you, only to see you with another woman. I have nothing left to regret!”

“Try saying another curse word, see what happens,” Qin Daofei threatened coldly. Some habits run deep in a person’s bones; even if he couldn’t remember, his attitude toward Linglong remained unchanged.

Linglong turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

Qin Daofei was torn between amusement and exasperation by her fiery yet vulnerable demeanor. He freed a hand and gently lifted Linglong’s chin, asking softly, “What exactly is our relationship?”

“You’re my ex-husband. That’ll have to do, right?” Linglong spat bitterly and turned her head away, avoiding his touch.

Ex-husband?

Qin Daofei narrowed his eyes dangerously. “You mean... you’ve divorced me?”

If he remembered correctly, only a princess had the right to divorce, didn’t she?

“We’re separated. Separated!” Linglong snapped.

Qin Daofei looked at her in confusion. “If you’re separated, why come looking for me?”

“I’m worthless!” Linglong blurted out, then regretted it immediately. She muttered, “It’s because you still owe me money. For that money, I came to find you.”

Oh dear, Linglong, would it kill you to be honest just once?

Qin Daofei deeply doubted her words. This woman never spoke straightforwardly. Watching her, he felt the situation wasn’t as she imagined.

“I’ll give you one chance. Tell me the truth,” Qin Daofei said calmly.

Linglong whined, “Well, you have a close friend named Ye Lishang. He’s the most famous divine doctor in Hanshi. We’ve brought him to the Great Demon City. We want to know if you were drugged or injured, which caused your amnesia.”

“I’m curious too,” Qin Daofei agreed.

Linglong pushed him away and said coldly, “Then find a time to go out yourself. We’ll be waiting for you at Mo Li’s fabric shop.”

With that, she turned to leave.

Qin Daofei grabbed her wrist.

Linglong kicked him fiercely. “What do you want?”

This violent and crude woman was utterly unlikable, but seeing her upset made him feel uneasy too. Such emotions frustrated him deeply.

“You promised you’d mix the colors, and now you want to leave already?” Qin Daofei raised an eyebrow.

Mentioning this made Linglong’s temper flare. She grabbed his hand and bit it like a madwoman. “Qin Daofei, I’m going all out today!”

Qin Daofei pinned her against a pillar, but Linglong slipped away like an eel and reached under to grab him.

This—

Qin Daofei grew angry. He gritted his teeth, grabbed Linglong firmly, and pressed her against the wall. With a wicked smile, he said, “Your name’s Linglong, right?”

“I’ll call you ‘Old Man’!” she shot back defiantly.

Qin Daofei cupped her chin and brushed his nose against hers, smiling slyly. “Do you still like me?”

Ha!

“Qin Daofei, what a ridiculous thought. Who gave you that confidence?” Linglong panicked.

Feeling her nervousness, Qin Daofei said lightly, “Honestly, I wouldn’t like a woman like you—fiery, crude, full of lies, and unreasonable... oh!”

Before he could finish, Linglong drove her knee into a sensitive spot, causing him to sweat coldly.

She pushed him away and clapped her hands triumphantly. “Qin Daofei, dare you write me a pledge that you don’t like me and will never entangle with me again in this life?”

“I don’t like being toyed with. Until I regain my memories, I won’t sign anything!” Qin Daofei thought he wouldn’t fall for Linglong, yet something about her kept drawing him in. He refused to do anything he might regret.

Linglong gritted her teeth. Even with amnesia, he was still so cunning.

“Mix the colors!” Qin Daofei gently pushed her and said flatly.

Linglong sat at Qin Daofei’s desk, mixing red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple all into one grotesque color. Then, with that nauseating shade, she wrote a big line: “Qin Daofei is a turtle bastard.”

She clapped her hands and smiled, “Lord Qin, take your time painting for your beloved wife. Wishing you happiness!”

With that, she swaggered out.

The sunlight outside was sliced into countless shadows by Linglong’s footsteps. Qin Daofei watched her leave, backlit, feeling an unexpected pang of loss.

But the feeling didn’t last long—Linglong’s words scrawled on the paper wiped it away completely.

“Woman, you really are something!” He crumpled the rice paper with a frown, but thinking of her tearful face made him hysterically smooth it out carefully, fold it neatly, and press it to his chest. His voice turned cold: “Next time we meet, we’ll have a proper reckoning.”

After Linglong left, she stood in Qin Daofei’s courtyard waiting for Mo Li and Aifei to return.

Separated by a door, Qin Daofei didn’t come out again, and Linglong didn’t look back. It seemed they were truly strangers, nothing more.

Soon, Mo Li and Aifei returned. None showed any unusual reaction. After leaving the palace, Aifei asked, “Did it work?”

“Did,” Linglong replied bitterly. “But, little Feifei, am I too pathetic to come save this bastard?”

Aifei smirked, playing along, “Yes, very pathetic.”

“You...” If they weren’t in the Great Demon City, Linglong would have lunged at Aifei and bitten her.

Back at Mo Li’s home, after telling the others about seeing Qin Daofei, Linglong sulked alone.

Jifeng nudged Aifei, “Hey, has my lady been upset by something?”

Aifei smiled. “Qin Daofei wants to paint for his new wife and asked Linglong to mix the colors.”

“When did my master’s will to survive get so weak?” Jifeng shivered in admiration at his master’s self-sabotage.

Tang Li frowned at Linglong, unsure what to do.

The opportunity they waited for did not come that night.

They waited anxiously for two days without Qin Daofei’s arrival. Jifeng asked worriedly, “Is the master not coming?”

With the wedding imminent, if Qin Daofei didn’t come for treatment, and really married that warm-hearted princess, Linglong—the devil—would surely cause a scene beyond imagination.

One day, Aifei asked Linglong, “If Qin Daofei doesn’t come for treatment and marries that warm-hearted princess, what will you do?”

Linglong was stunned.

After a moment, she said calmly, “Anyway, we’ve reached a dead end. I used to think I could fight for him again, but when he said he could never like a crude, fiery, unreasonable woman like me, you know, just hearing that once was enough. Now hearing it again, I realize I was never the one he liked. If he doesn’t come, then let’s go. We can’t all be trapped here. If he tells Emperor Cangmo, none of us might leave.”

“You’re giving up again?” Aifei said, this wasn’t like Linglong.

Linglong sneered, “Before, because he treated me well, I fooled myself into thinking he might love me but was just stubborn. Now seeing how he treats that warm-hearted princess, I suddenly realize that’s what love should look like. So I can’t fool myself anymore.”

“Linglong, he forgot everyone else but remembers you. How do you explain that? If he hadn’t etched you into his very bones, how could he not forget you?” Aifei said. Sometimes Linglong’s foolishness made her want to strangle her.

Linglong stammered, “Maybe... it’s hate?”

Smack!

Aifei smacked the back of Linglong’s head and turned away.

Linglong sat in the courtyard, miserable and helpless like a child.

Tang Li appeared out of nowhere, frowned, and asked seriously, “Madam, are you really going to give up on the master?”

“Huh?” Linglong was confused. Seeing Tang Li, she returned to her defeated state. “Tang Li, you’ve seen how long I’ve chased after Qin Daofei. You know I truly tried. Now I’m giving up because I have no strength left. A normal woman at my age would have several children, managing home and children, helping her husband with the family business. But me? I have to avenge my parents and children. Qin Daofei and I will never have any intersection.”

Tang Li looked at Linglong, unsure of what to say.

As Linglong said, over the years he had watched her slowly occupy Qin Daofei’s heart. But Qin Daofei never expressed his feelings. Linglong misunderstood. Now he was getting married, and it seemed there was truly no chance left between them.

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