Chapter 137: It Would Be More Fitting to Call It Discarding the Millstone Once the Grain Is Ground

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In the end, Mo Qingqiu couldn’t resist the temptation of the mysterious cultivation method. Gritting her teeth, she called out to Qin Chuan in a barely audible voice, “Uncle.” When she saw the triumphant, scheming smirk on Qin Chuan’s face, Mo Qingqiu almost wanted to rush over and slap him several times.

Of course, she held back—there was simply no way she could win!

The process of transmitting the cultivation technique was surprisingly light and pleasant, at least from Qin Chuan’s perspective. Especially when he found an excuse to guide her through standard movements up close, which made his mind wander.

After more than half an hour, the transmission was finally complete. Mo Qingqiu sighed in relief. Upon leaving Qin Chuan’s room, she immediately noticed Lan Jin’s hostile gaze.

Feeling proud and triumphant, Mo Qingqiu paid no attention to Lan Jin’s jealousy and walked straight up to Qin Youyou, asking, “Are we going back tonight?”

“Let’s stay here,” Qin Youyou said after a moment of contemplation.

Lan Jin didn’t want to oppose Qin Youyou’s suggestion, but she was far less polite toward Mo Qingqiu, especially considering how Mo Qingqiu had just spent so much time alone with Qin Chuan. The inexplicable pang of jealousy made her expression sour instantly.

Fortunately, Qin Youyou mediated between them, easing Lan Jin’s resentment somewhat. Liu Qingcheng, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire, volunteered to leave. However, before departing, she deliberately blew a kiss to Qin Chuan right in front of Lan Jin, who immediately cursed her as a shameless seductress.

That night.

Qin Youyou approached Qin Chuan to inquire about the situation. To avoid worrying his sister, Qin Chuan didn’t reveal everything, only mentioning that he had uncovered some clues regarding the downfall of the Qin family.

Qin Youyou could feel that matters were far from simple, but since Qin Chuan was unwilling to elaborate, she didn’t press further.

After sending Qin Youyou away, Qin Chuan carefully examined the mission information provided by Long Qianqiu. The two suspects were core members of the advanced missile research team. If this crucial technology were leaked, many of China’s cutting-edge missiles would lose most of their offensive and defensive capabilities, dealing a severe blow to the nation’s defense.

The two researchers were Zheng Xingguo and Wei Baochuan. Qin Chuan also memorized the details of the Longya Special Forces members assigned to covertly protect the mission.

The last known location of the two researchers was the northern suburbs of Edo City in the Sakura Country. Since both carried special trackers, it was clear they hadn’t left that area.

According to the information, the Longya Special Forces dispatched many operatives to Edo City to investigate, but all had vanished without a trace. Unable to get any leads, Long Qianqiu sought Qin Chuan’s help.

“This situation is quite complicated. Could it be that Sakura Country has deployed many top-tier experts?”

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Qin Chuan silently ran through a series of deductions in his mind to assess his chances of completing the mission.

After fitting the detection bracelets to track the researchers’ special locator signals, Qin Chuan closed his eyes to rest. He needed to be in excellent mental condition before heading to Sakura Country. After all, he was no longer at his peak. If he encountered numerous top-tier experts unleashing their qi, the Nine Yang energy within him could easily spiral out of control.

Thinking of this, Qin Chuan felt somewhat helpless.

“If only I could cultivate with Lin Wanyu as well!” he sighed deeply, reflecting on the fact that only someone with a true mysterious yin body could fully eliminate the hidden dangers within the body.

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

After leaving the Lan family’s old mansion, Lin Wanyu tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Even now, she couldn’t quite understand her feelings toward Qin Chuan.

Initially, she had been very resistant, hoping to annul their marriage immediately. But over time, and through increasing contact and understanding, her feelings shifted toward a faint appreciation for Qin Chuan. Later, when she saw him with other women, a subtle bitterness bloomed in her heart.

At this moment, Qin Chuan’s figure often surfaced in her mind, making Lin Wanyu wonder if she was ill—and seriously so—because it was clearly the rhythm of longing!

Especially after watching many urban romance dramas where the protagonists’ relationships change constantly, her own situation seemed eerily similar. This only deepened her suspicion that she might have unconsciously fallen for Qin Chuan.

“What am I thinking? How could I possibly like that detestable guy?”

Lin Wanyu hurried to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face several times. Her cheeks no longer burned, but her heart raced even faster than before.

It was already past two in the morning, yet Lin Wanyu felt no sleepiness. She tried to tire herself out by signing company documents, but instead, she felt increasingly alert.

Just then, her phone rang abruptly. Lin Wanyu frowned but answered. On the other end was the anxious voice of the vice president of the Lin Group.

“President Lin, there’s a problem at the factory we invested in within Sakura Country. They’re deliberately making trouble and insist on meeting the group’s representative. I had no choice but to call you.”

Upon hearing this, a cold frost seemed to settle over Lin Wanyu’s delicate face. This was a critical moment for the rise of the Lin Group, and she wouldn’t tolerate any mistakes.

“I understand! Do whatever it takes to stabilize the situation. I’ll head there as soon as possible.”

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After hanging up, Lin Wanyu immediately called her secretary to book the next flight to Sakura Country.

Having arranged everything, she began packing. Although the sudden trouble at the factory was inconvenient, Lin Wanyu didn’t feel upset. She saw it as a perfect opportunity to shake off Qin Chuan’s shadow, and this thought brought her a faint sense of joy.

Meanwhile, early the next morning.

Qin Chuan was ready and headed to the airport. Boarding went smoothly. However, just as he settled into his business class seat, he spotted a familiar figure.

“Damn, she’s here too?”

Qin Chuan looked toward the slender silhouette a few seats diagonally ahead—it was unmistakably Lin Wanyu.

Almost as if sensing his gaze, Lin Wanyu slowly turned her head. Their eyes met, and surprise was written plainly on her exquisite face.

“Hey! What a coincidence! Even when I go on a trip, I run into you,” Qin Chuan greeted, waving his hand first to show goodwill.

Lin Wanyu snorted coldly, replying bluntly, “If this is fate, it’s a cursed one.”

Qin Chuan twitched the corner of his mouth. Did she have gunpowder for breakfast? Why was she so sharp-tongued?

“I just helped you seal the deal, and now you’re biting the hand that fed you? Isn’t that a bit ungrateful?” Qin Chuan asked, feeling somewhat annoyed.

Lin Wanyu showed no mercy, correcting him, “I think ‘killing the donkey after the mill is done’ is a more fitting phrase. Don’t you agree?”