Wuu Yaodong disturbed her peace, and Lin Yingying instantly lost the inclination to enjoy herself.
She asked Long Fei to return to the room with her. The waiter, whether intentionally or not, still assigned them the room from yesterday.
Upon entering, he first swept the room with his gaze, fearing any trace of previous battles might not have been cleaned up and could be discovered by Lin Yingying.
Lin Yingying asked him, "You stayed here last night, right?"
Long Fei wondered, "How did you know?"
Lin Yingying, with her hands clasped behind her back, inspected the room and said, "Of course I know, my Lin family has shares in this hotel. Is there anything they dare hide from me?"
Long Fei coughed dryly twice, thinking to himself that she had won and that she was formidable indeed.
Lin Yingying sat down on the sofa, staring at Long Fei, feeling sick to her stomach.
She had brought this upon herself, and she would have to grit her teeth and endure it.
She really shouldn’t have gotten carried away and agreed to let him have his cake and eat it too.
Now look at her, he’s the comfortable one.
He wanders around her place for a while, then heads over to Wang Xiaoya’s.
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This was going to be a test of endurance.
The last one standing would be the winner.
In her lifetime, she had to win at everything.
When it came to men, she wouldn’t lose to Wang Xiaoya.
She was curious to see who would leave first in the end.
Long Fei wasn’t bogged down with so many thoughts; he phoned the waiter to buy cinnabar, bamboo paper, and a brush.
Normally, one could directly imbue intentions into the Jade Arhat, leveraging the spiritual energy within to activate it.
But now, his spiritual power was too weak, so he had to rely on storing it temporarily in talisman paper.
This was akin to a laser printer where one with low power could only etch on wood.
Carving on steel would require a machine with much higher power.
After the waiter delivered the items, he paid and tipped an extra hundred, then closed the door and sat back down on the sofa.
Lin Yingying went to take a bath in the bathroom, where she could choose between a floral or a red wine bath.
Whether intentionally or not, she chose the red wine bath and soaked alone.
Long Fei enjoyed a rare moment of peace, laid out the bamboo paper, mixed the cinnabar with water, and soaked the brush in it.
The talisman he prepared for Lin Shanshan was Metal Thunder.
Among the Five Thunders, it was the most lethal.
Thunder mixed with metal, akin to thunderbolts fashioned into longswords.
This type of thunder strike had too narrow a range, a single thunderbolt sword could at most deal with one person.
He contemplated for a while, then drew a Fire Thunder talisman on the bamboo paper.
No particular reason, simply wanting to practice something novel.
Fire Thunder, being the hottest among the Five Thunders, fought with scorching heat.
Once released, it seemed as if everything was grilled by a great fire, and the visual impact post-explosion was especially dazzling.
To awe everyone tomorrow, this type of thunder was more than suitable.
His spiritual power gathered at the tip of the brush, channeled through the cinnabar continuously into the bamboo paper.
Every stroke held a trace of divine semblance.
The once plain brush words transformed, gaining a semblance that made them seem to dance and leap like flames.
When the final talismans stroke was completed, Long Fei put down the brush and carefully cut out and stored the talisman.
After a dozen breaths, he collapsed thud onto the coffee table.
Damn, this kind of work really taxes the brain!
In the village within the city, Lin Shanshan finished her duties and called Lin Yingying.
Upon learning that she and Long Fei were in the presidential suite, she immediately hailed a cab to join in the fun.
As she complained, it had been a long while since she last had a bath.
The bathtub in the presidential suite was comfortable, and after arriving, she joined Lin Yingying in soaking together.
When Long Fei fainted, she became much bolder.
She changed her clothes without any regard for Long Fei.
Lin Shanshan teased her sister, "Sis, you and brother-in-law didn’t come to this hotel room just for a bath, did you?"
"If you don’t speak, no one will think you’re mute."
Lin Yingying glared at her, thinking that this girl really knew how to bring up the most awkward topics.
If Long Fei hadn’t passed out, she never would have allowed this troublemaker to come.
Lin Shanshan, with a mischievous smile, comfortably lay in the bathtub, sighing softly at her sister, "Sis, I’m starting to miss our big bathtub at home, when do you think we can go back?"
Lin Yingying frowned, "Didn’t you dislike living with me?"
Lin Shanshan giggled and leaned into her embrace, her little feet constantly lifting up, slapping the red wine bubbles in the bathtub.
Lin Yingying stroked her head, not wanting to live in a rental house at all.
It felt like living off someone else’s charity.
But with the assassin issue unresolved, staying there was relatively safer.
As darkness fell, outside the rental house.
A woman dressed in cleaning attire looked around before entering.
In the yard, He Yan was eating watermelon with Little Tiantian.
Upon seeing the woman, she furrowed her brows, "Who are you looking for?"
The woman politely said, "Oh, I’m the cleaning person Ms. Lin Yingying hired. Which is her room? I need to clean it for her."
He Yan immediately stood up, smiling, "Director Lin is really rich, hiring someone special even for a small house. She lives on the third floor, but I’m not sure if anyone’s home right now?"
"No problem, she gave me the keys."
With a toolbox on her back, she acknowledged He Yan and headed upstairs.
He Yan looked at her, didn’t think much of it, and continued to eat watermelon and play with her phone with her daughter.
The cleaning lady reached the third floor and a sly smile crossed her lips, "Hiding so well, did you think I couldn’t find you in this urban village?"
In every city, there are people who specialize in selling personal information of celebrities; naturally, a director like Lin Yingying couldn’t escape their notice.
Fire Snake had spent a thousand yuan and easily obtained this information.
She had brought a gun today, a common one, but the bullets were special.
They were engraved with talismans and could easily penetrate the Gang Qi protective barrier of a Grandmaster Realm.
Last night, she had been miserably toyed with by Long Fei, and today she wanted to put a hole in this man, making him wish he were dead.
She took the hairpin off her head and twisted it in the keyhole a couple of times.
The door opened easily, more professionally than a locksmith.
"This kind of door thinks it can stop me?"
Fire Snake snorted coldly and pushed the door open.
Inside, it was pitch dark, and she was greeted by two green glowing eyes.
Fire Snake got startled, drew her sword in a flash and lunged at those eyes.
The entire action took no more than three seconds, a seamless motion.
Even so, the two eyes vanished in a flash.
Her sword pierced the floor, causing sparks on impact.
Fire Snake shouted, her ears twitching to catch any sound.
Groping about, she turned on the light in the room.
Those green eyes, leeringly, focused on her again.
This time she saw clearly; it was just a small dog.
She breathed a sigh of relief, chiding herself for being too tense, to be frightened by a dog.
"A Chinese rural dog, and bald to boot? What sort of taste does Lin Yingying have, to keep such a lousy dog?"
Fire Snake cursed and closed the door.
The dog stuck out its tongue and lay on the couch, eyes glued to her buttocks.
She was still in tight leather pants; Long Fei had torn her pants last night, and late at night, she had snatched another pair from a woman.
Her buttocks were round and firm, a rather striking sight.