Chapter 100: Chapter 100

"Ah! Uncle, what are you saying? What about a wife and a mistress? I can’t understand a thing. Please save me, this fat and ugly old man is trying to take advantage of me! Uncle, hurry up and chase him away!" Zhao Ling’er was momentarily stunned, but then a mischievous glint flashed in her eyes as she quickly cried for help.

"Oh, so that’s what’s happening! It seems I heard wrong, or maybe I took a wrong turn. I clearly remember hearing a girl nearby calling for help, saying that if someone saved her, she’d become their lover—in fact, she’d be a long-term mistress. Seems like I need to change my direction and look elsewhere."

Zhang Xiaohao deliberately paused before continuing, "Hmm, sorry for intruding. My bad, you two carry on. I’ll go look somewhere else."

Having said that, Zhang Xiaohao turned around, pretending to leave.

Meanwhile, he touched his nose with a bitter smile, thinking to himself that despite being so handsome and young, he had been mistaken for some weird uncle. With this in mind, Zhang Xiaohao decided that he’d have to teach her a good lesson later on. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝗻𝗼𝘷𝗲𝗹•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥

Seeing Zhang Xiaohao about to leave, the glint of malice in the fat old man’s eyes disappeared quickly, his expression rapidly changing. He realized he couldn’t see through Zhang Xiaohao and felt wary of him, without any intention to stop him.

However, Zhao Ling’er was getting anxious.

It was late at night, and this place was behind the perimeter wall of Nanhua First Middle School. There were thickets of small trees all around, making it very secluded—one rarely saw people here even during the day, let alone at night.

If Zhang Xiaohao truly left, then she would be in real trouble.

She would rather have her pristine body defiled by Zhang Xiaohao long-term than to let her delicate self suffer under the clutches of a sleazy, fat, and ugly old man for even one night.

"Uncle, don’t go! I haven’t finished speaking," Zhao Ling’er said urgently.

"Shut your mouth, you sneaky girl!" Seeing Zhao Ling’er still trying her tricks, the fat old man grew angry, and with a roar, he moved to slap her delicate and alluring face.

"Such a nice piece of cabbage! If that soft and delicate face were to be ruined, wouldn’t it be such a waste?" Zhang Xiaohao said with a wicked laugh.

As the fat old man’s palm, carrying a strong gust of wind, got closer and closer to Zhao Ling’er’s delicate and tempting face, a poker card flew out from between Zhang Xiaohao’s fingers, trailing a streak of light. With a swift speed and a ’phut’ sound, it embedded itself into the right wrist of the fat old man.

Blood splattered, followed by a scream from the fat old man as he nearly burst into tears from the pain.

"Now it’s finally quiet, no one to disturb us. Little beauty, what were you saying? Asking me to stop? Do you have anything else to say to me?" Zhang Xiaohao asked with a sly smile.

"Ah! Uncle, you’re so impressive! So powerful! You’re the strongest man I’ve ever seen! Could you please save me? This nasty old man is trying to molest me. You’re a good person, the best in the world, you must save me from his clutches!" Zhao Ling’er said, batting her eyelashes.

"My dear, I’m still single! If it were any other time, I would definitely save you, but just now I heard someone else crying for help, saying she’d agree to be my mistress if I saved her—and uncle here is really busy right now! Be a good girl, listen closely, I have to go now," said Zhang Xiaohao.

"Uncle, don’t leave! Actually, the girl who was calling for help just now was me," Zhao Ling’er confessed, blushing.

"Eh! Then why didn’t you admit it just now?" Zhang Xiaohao asked with curiosity, as if he had stumbled upon a new world.

"Cough! Cough!" Zhao Ling’er’s face, as beautiful as a celestial being, carried a trace of embarrassment, but it vanished in an instant.

"Uncle, I was actually testing you, to see if you were fit to be my man! Hmm, now you’ve passed the test, and I, Zhao Ling’er, have decided that I will be your mistress forever," declared Zhao Ling’er.

Yet in her heart, she was thinking, "Hmph! You want the goddess of Nanhua First Middle School, Zhao Ling’er, with beauty that rivals the heavens and intelligence that complements her looks, to be your mistress? Please! Uncle, stop dreaming, would you? Once you scare off that sleazy old man, I’ll dump you."

With my intelligence, Zhao Ling’er thought, handling a big dummy like you will be a piece of cake.

"Really?" Zhang Xiaohao feigned surprise as he asked.

"Mhm." Zhao Ling’er nodded vigorously.

"I don’t believe it! My master said the prettier the woman, the more deceitful she is, unless you put it in writing, black on white, and make a contract for me, only then will I believe you!" Zhang Xiaohao blinked as he spoke.

"Ah! Uncle, let’s not do that, okay? I give you my word of honor, and if I, Zhao Ling’er, tell a lie, I’ll be a little dog!" Zhao Ling’er put on her most serious face.

But internally she scorned, "Pfft! This big dummy isn’t as stupid as he looks, but he’s still a bit slow if he thinks he can outsmart me."

"No way! Unless you make a contract, black on white, I’m leaving right now," Zhang Xiaohao declared.

"You’re going too far! I’ve shown you respect, but that doesn’t mean I’m afraid of you! And here you are, provoking me over and over again. Do you really think I, Fatty Taoist, am so easy to bully?" the fat old man finally couldn’t hold back any longer and, holding back an explosive urge, said with an aura of Evil Qi.

"Who do you think you are? Fatty Taoist? Are you strong? Enough with the nonsense, shove off to one side!" Zhang Xiaohao’s eyes turned cold as he commanded.

He threw a Joker card from his hand, striking the Fatty Taoist’s Dantian, as a surge of True Qi simultaneously entered his body and destroyed his agonizing itch acupoint.

The Fatty Taoist fell to the ground, his body arched like a giant lobster, scratching all over himself due to an unbearable itch, wheezing out a painful, laugh-like sound.

Zhang Xiaohao walked over to Zhao Ling’er with a mischievous grin, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a sheet of A4 paper and a ballpoint pen from the Shennong Ring, which he handed over to her.

"Here you go, pretty. Just sign this contract selling yourself into servitude, agreeing to be my mistress, and I’ll rescue you from this misery," Zhang Xiaohao said with a teasing tone.

Confronted with Zhang Xiaohao’s playful gaze, Zhao Ling’er panicked. She glanced at the Fatty Taoist writhing in agony and feeling a shiver down her spine, took the pen, and hastily signed her name on a contract—The Mistress Pact...

"Good girl! That’s what I’m talking about. Say ’dear dear husband’ for me to hear," Zhang Xiaohao said with a naughty smile.

"You..." Zhao Ling’er, infuriated yet facing Zhang Xiaohao’s mischievous look, very reluctantly called out, "Hus...band!"

"Sweet wife!" Zhang Xiaohao burst into laughter, clapped his hand, and dispelled the numbness on her body, then helped her up from the ground by her fragrant shoulders.

"Mercy, senior! I, I’m willing to offer this woman to you, please spare my life!" the Fatty Taoist, enduring the unbearable itch in his body, crawled over and clung to Zhang Xiaohao’s thigh, begging for mercy.