Chapter 34: Madam, Don’t Look Back—I’m the Head of Mount Hua!

At dinner, Ning Zhongze noticed her daughter still stealing glances at Wang Xuan—making her feel all the more uncomfortable.

So once the meal ended, she called out to Wang Xuan just as he was about to leave.

“Young Hero Wang, would you mind stepping aside to speak?”

To avoid suspicion, Ning Zhongze led him to the courtyard—where no gossip would arise, but their words wouldn’t be overheard either.

However, as Wang Xuan approached, she suddenly felt inexplicably nervous, and a strange emotion welled up inside her.

What’s wrong with me?

Why does my heart race every time I see him?

Frowning slightly, Ning Zhongze suppressed her bodily response and spoke:

“Young Hero Wang, I know I’m asking too much. But Shan’er is my only daughter. As her mother, I can’t bear to see her like this. So please—better a short pain than a lingering one—explain things to her clearly and help her let go.”

Wang Xuan smiled faintly. He knew she had misunderstood.

“Madam, why would you say that? Your daughter is elegant and graceful—she truly captivates me. Why would I ever refuse her?”

Hm?

Ning Zhongze was stunned upon hearing that.

Didn’t he reject Shan’er before?

Could she still have a chance?

Or… is he just toying with her feelings?

No… could he be that kind of scum?

For a moment, her emotions were in chaos—uncertain about the truth.

“Madam, are you feeling unwell?”

As he spoke, Wang Xuan placed his hand on her shoulder.

The moment they made contact, she recoiled as if struck by lightning, retreating several steps.

“Don’t touch me!”

Realizing her outburst, she quickly apologized:

“I’m sorry. I might just be tired. I’ll head back and rest. You should retire early too, Young Hero Wang.”

With that, she hurriedly turned and left.

Wang Xuan chuckled softly.

Good food is never late. The more one resists their instincts, the stronger the rebound will be when it breaks.

He had all the time in the world.

Because of their years in the martial world, both Ning Zhongze and Yue Buqun had the habit of sleeping fully clothed.

But that night, Ning Zhongze tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

Her mind was filled with those kinds of thoughts.

Why am I suddenly thinking about a man like that?

Have I just been suppressing it for too long?

She looked at her sleeping husband, but still didn’t say a word.

Though she had borne a daughter, she wasn’t the kind of woman who would ever take the initiative.

Meanwhile, Yue Buqun had already fallen asleep—and was having a wonderful dream.

He dreamed that Zuo Lengchan knelt before him begging for mercy… that he united the Five Mountain Sword Sects and elevated Mount Hua to rival Shaolin and Wudang… that he stormed Black Wood Cliff and destroyed the Sun Moon Holy Cult!

After much inner struggle, Ning Zhongze’s body only grew hotter.

She quietly got out of bed, dressed, and stepped outside for some air.

As she walked, faint moaning sounds reached her ears.

What’s that…?

She widened her eyes. The chill that had briefly settled into her bones quickly vanished—replaced by heat.

Looking up, she saw the sound came from a nearby guest room.

Could it be Shan’er?!

No! Maybe a maid from the Guo household? But who would dare be so bold?

Worried that a Mount Hua disciple might be misbehaving, she approached despite her discomfort.

The sounds grew clearer.

That voice…?

It wasn’t the same as earlier—but her years in the jianghu gave her a discerning ear.

The woman was… Huang Rong.

And the man inside? It couldn’t possibly be Guo Jing.

Then… who could it be?!

One name appeared in her mind.

She immediately regretted coming out at all.

She stood frozen, unsure what to do.

Maybe… I’m overthinking it. What if it really is Guo Jing? If I raise alarm… I’d be mortified.

After hesitating, she poked through the paper window and peeked in.

It was pitch black—but she could tell with certainty: that man was not Guo Jing.

Now, there was no turning back.

The dignified Lady Guo… consorting with another man, right here in the Guo residence? Who would ever believe me…?

No. This must be a dream!

She turned and fled.

Back in her room, Yue Buqun was still asleep. She undressed and lay down.

But that glimpse—etched itself into her mind.

The more she tried not to think, the more intense her reaction became.

Could it be… that I’m that kind of shameless woman?

Just then, Yue Buqun stirred and sat up.

He looked at her.

Could it be…?

But he said nothing.

He got out of bed, dressed, and walked out.

Maybe to relieve himself… she thought, and didn’t dwell on it.