Chapter 136: Will You Get Lost?
"You just said you have several wives? Is that right?" After spending a moment with Lao San, Zhou Fan led Chu Qianqian aside to give Feng Shen some private time. But Chu Qianqian was already pinching his waist, questioning him indignantly.
"Easy, easy! I was just bragging!" Zhou Fan pleaded, an eager-to-please look on his face.
"You all and this girl…" Glancing at Feng Shen, who was sitting before the gravestone, Chu Qianqian turned back to Zhou Fan and asked with curiosity.
"Us… There were four of us. We met in a place few people on the outside knew about. It was me, Feng Shen, Lao San, and another girl. We trained desperately every single day, just for the slimmest chance of survival when we were out on a mission."
"Later, someone showed up who wanted to… do things to Lao San and the other girl. Feng Shen and I were very close to them, so in a fit of rage, we killed him. Then we slaughtered everyone who tried to stop us and escaped."
"But we were still young back then. We thought leaving would make everything better, but we had no idea that place was just a branch office. We ended up being hunted like never before. Eventually, we escaped to Africa. It was chaotic there—so chaotic you could be asleep one second and find yourself decapitated the next. But for us, it was paradise, because we had finally shaken our pursuers."
"The fourth of us, Feng Shen, fell in love with Lao San. But Lao San had no interest in romance whatsoever. Then, there was an accident during a mission… and she died."
"After that, Feng Shen left and came back here on his own. He opened the Yalai Hotel. The other girl—the second of us—stayed with me, and together we established the Netherworld King's Hall in Africa. But she eventually came back here too, because of… some things. And that's pretty much the story."
Zhou Fan spoke slowly, casually taking out a cigarette and lighting it. Shrouded in smoke, he seemed lost in memories, his thoughts impossible to divine.
"Is Yalei the name of the girl in the grave?" Chu Qianqian asked softly. Zhou Fan didn't say anything more, simply nodding.
"Then… that girl who established the Netherworld King's Hall with you and then left… What was she to you…?" Chu Qianqian trailed off. 'Were they lovers, or was it more of a big brother-little sister dynamic?' She wanted to ask, but didn't know how to phrase it.
"Her? You've probably heard her name. It's Situ Xin. We were supposed to get married, but then she was injured during a mission. The injury left her unable to have children. It didn't matter to me, but she still chose to leave."
A bitter smile touched the corners of Zhou Fan's mouth. 'If Situ Xin hadn't left back then, or if that mission had gone smoothly, would everything be different now?'
'After all, with people like Ye Fei and Zhao Ya, if Situ Xin had been around, she would have probably sniffed out their betrayal the moment it crossed their minds and eliminated them both on the spot.'
'Situ Xin?'
Chu Qianqian froze. Even she, who paid no attention to the entertainment world, had heard that name. It was just too famous. Situ Xin was known as a "Classic Beauty," a goddess from a bygone era. Her figure and features were truly impeccable—so perfect that even having a single impure thought about her felt like an act of blasphemy.
"Looks like Xiaoyan's position is in jeopardy!" Chu Qianqian let out a playful laugh, a hint of anticipation in her lovely eyes. 'She was actually a little eager to see how Chu Yan would react when Situ Xin returned to fight for Zhou Fan.'
'A meeting between two proud women like that… The fireworks would definitely be spectacular!'
"It's not just Xiaoyan whose position is in jeopardy. You might get bumped from number two to number three," Zhou Fan said, looking at Chu Qianqian giggling beside him. He mercilessly pinched her little nose. "So, are you sure you still want to leave?"
"Pfft, cut it out! Do you know how many handsome, talented men would be lining up to pursue me if I were single? It's one thing if you don't cherish me, but now you're talking about demoting me to number three!" Chu Qianqian swatted at him in mock anger before resting her head on his shoulder. "I really don't know what's so great about you. You have so many women, and every single one is so exceptional… It makes even me lose my confidence."
At that moment, Zhou Fan didn't know what to say. He could only remain silent, gazing into the distance.
"Let's go. Time to head back. It seems some 'friends' have arrived in Bin City," Feng Shen said, walking over to stand beside Zhou Fan.
"This has nothing to do with you. Stay out of it," Zhou Fan said, shaking his head. He put his arm around Chu Qianqian's waist and started to walk away.
"The hell you will! If you were in Nanjiang City and they showed up in Nanjiang City, I couldn't care less. But this is my turf!" Feng Shen growled, his temper flaring. It was always like this. When Feng Shen had left all those years ago, Zhou Fan had the same nonchalant act. A year ago, when Zhou Fan was so badly injured he almost died, he still had that same "this is my problem, it has nothing to do with you" attitude as he left Bin City.
And now, here the bastard was, doing it all over again. How could he not be furious?