Although on the surface, all four individuals wore smiles, appearing to be in harmonious cheer,
each of them actually harbored their own thoughts and agendas.
Chen Feng’s mind was preoccupied with how he might extricate himself from the situation.
Meanwhile, Hattori Masao was pondering how to persuade Chen Feng to willingly become his son-in-law.
As for Hattori Sakurayuki, her concerns were much simpler: she was wondering if Chen Feng really wanted to marry her.
Only Ye Qianrou was somewhat worried about the current predicament.
If Chen Feng were really kept here as a son-in-law, what would her fate be?
By now, the Soul Sorrow Mercenary Group and Sikong Zhuxing must have received news of her betrayal.
Once she lost the protection of Chen Feng, her death would be certain.
Therefore, this made Ye Qianrou rather anxious.
And so, a meal time passed.
After dinner, Hattori Masao had Chen Feng and Ye Qianrou sent directly back to their guest room,
then he also ordered two samurai to stand guard at the entrance of the guest room.
Although he claimed this was to better serve Chen Feng and for Chen Feng to summon them without hesitation if needed,
to speak plainly, it was actually to keep an eye on Chen Feng, fearing he might run away.
Chen Feng felt quite helpless about this.
With no other choice, for he was under someone else’s roof, he had to comply.
He then took a seat on the sofa in the guest room.
Ye Qianrou bit her red lips lightly, hesitated for a moment, and then looked at Chen Feng and asked, "Chen Feng, do you really plan to stay and become the son-in-law of the Hattori family tomorrow?"
Chen Feng’s mouth curved into a slight smile as he spoke.
"If you become their son-in-law, what am I supposed to do? You can’t abandon me!"
Ye Qianrou said with a worried expression.
"Hey, we agreed beforehand, there’s nothing between us, we’re completely innocent. Now that Hattori Masao is clinging to me, you better not take advantage of the situation and cling to me, too!"
Chen Feng quickly put some distance between himself and Ye Qianrou, speaking in a guarded manner.
"Can you stop being so full of yourself? Who’s clinging to you?"
Ye Qianrou rolled her eyes at Chen Feng and said in an annoyed tone.
"Then what do you mean?"
Chen Feng asked, puzzled.
"The Soul Sorrow Mercenary Group and Sikong Zhuxing must know about my betrayal by now, and they certainly won’t let me off. If you really stay and become the Hattori family’s son-in-law, without your protection, I’ll surely be doomed!"
Ye Qianrou was quite candid in expressing her concerns.
"Sweat, so that’s what this is about!"
Chen Feng let out a long sigh of relief.
He had thought Ye Qianrou was implying something else entirely, but it turned out to be just this.
Chen Feng smiled slightly and said, "Don’t worry, Yaoyao is still unconscious at home. How could I possibly stay here?"
"So what do you mean?"
Ye Qianrou frowned slightly, confused.
Chen Feng leaned forward, his lips curving into a small smile, and whispered, "When it’s dark and the wind is high tonight, we’ll just slip away. After all, the Holy Spirit Sakura is already in our possession, and I don’t believe Hattori Masao wouldn’t sleep at night and keep watching me!"
"Right, sneak away, what a good idea!"
Ye Qianrou’s eyes immediately lit up with excitement.
"So, while we have the chance, let’s get some sleep now, rest up and recharge. When the night deepens, we’ll make our escape!"
Chen Feng said with a smile.
Ye Qianrou nodded, then a sly sparkle flashed in her eyes as she looked at Chen Feng and teasingly asked,
"By the way, Chen Feng, do you really not want to marry Sakura Snow? Her looks are by no means inferior—absolute top quality! And with her family background, she’s more than a good match for you!"
"I’m not in the mood for that now, and besides, my home is already chaotic enough. Why would I bring another one home—to put together a table for mahjong?"
Chen Feng gave Ye Qianrou a blank look, his tone clearly annoyed.
"That makes sense, oh, you heartbreaker, already having three girlfriends. And I’ve heard that you’re also rather cozy with the other two beauties from our school. I’m curious, how come your luck with women is so good!"
Ye Qianrou pouted with a face of confusion as she looked at Chen Feng and asked.
Chen Feng blushes at her question and, with a hint of exasperation, looks at Ye Qianrou and says, "If you don’t get some rest now and keep on talking nonsense, when we try to slip away tonight and you can’t run, don’t expect me to carry you."
"Fine, fine, I’ll stop asking, you stingy guy!"
Ye Qianrou pouted again with a look of hurt, then stood up and, in front of Chen Feng, stretched with a yawn.
It had to be said that Ye Qianrou’s figure was truly spectacular.
Curvy in all the right places, especially those high mountains in front which begged to be climbed.
And now as she stretched, the scale of her chest seemed even grander.
Chen Feng took a direct look and immediately felt a heat surge through him, his mouth becoming dry.
It had been a long time since he last vented.
Now alone with such a mature and sexy beauty, it inevitably made Chen Feng’s heart stir.
There was no helping it, being a young man full of vigor, it was natural to let his thoughts wander in such situations.
And Chen Feng knew, if he wanted, Ye Qianrou would not say no!
That was what really made one’s heart itch, the possibility of having it yet not being able to.
Chen Feng took a deep breath and quickly averted his gaze.
He feared that if he continued to look, he would truly lose control of himself.
His already tumultuous harem was enough; he didn’t want to attract unnecessary trouble.
Seeing Chen Feng avert his gaze almost as if he were fleeing, a smug curve touched the corners of Ye Qianrou’s lips. She then walked over to the couch on the side, lay down, and closed her eyes to sleep.
Chen Feng naturally lay back on the couch too and began to rest with his eyes closed.
After several intense battles, he too was quite tired. It was a good opportunity to take a proper rest...
In Hattori Masao’s mansion, the back garden.
At this moment, Hattori Masao and Hattori Sakurayuki were taking a stroll along the garden path.
"Father, why must you insist on marrying me off to Chen Feng?"
Hattori Sakurayuki, with flushed cheeks, looked at her father, utterly puzzled.
"Sakura Snow, as my daughter, although you cannot cultivate, you should know the difference between each realm, right?"
Hattori Masao turned around, looking at Hattori Sakurayuki with a smile and asked.
Hattori Sakurayuki nodded. Being born into an Ancient Martial Family, she had some knowledge of these matters.
"Throughout history, there has always been an insurmountable chasm between the realms. Xuan Rank suppresses Yellow Rank, Earth Rank suppresses Xuan Rank, Heaven Rank suppresses Earth Rank—it’s an inevitability of the heavens."
"And the higher the realm, the greater the gap between each layer!"
"Certain combat geniuses can fight beyond their level, but at most they cross one or two minor layers—already quite an accomplishment!"
"But Chen Feng is different. He has managed to cross almost an entire major realm with the strength of Xuan Rank Perfection, defeating Hattori Masato at the peak of Earth Rank Late Stage. He is the first person I’ve seen capable of this in all my years!"
"Simply put, this young man’s potential is boundless!"
Hattori Masao took a deep breath, eyes narrowed as he spoke.