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Chapter 33 The Prince of Beijing

Kyoto Base City, Song Family Manor.

In a pink-themed room filled with girlish charm, Song Zilin rolled around on the bed with her delicate pink and white feet sticking out, her shapely, long, and fair legs exposed, so well-proportioned that there was almost no flaw in them.

A white T-shirt paired with denim shorts perfectly showcases the hot and beautiful figure of a young girl, while her waist-length hair is casually draped over her shoulders, adding a touch of languid charm.

The room was occasionally filled with the girl's silly giggles and the sounds of her rolling around on the bed, both shy and excited.

This is exactly the look of a young girl in the throes of first love.

At this moment, she was chatting with Chen Mo, and the two shared their childhood stories and occasionally teased each other.

Chen Mo would occasionally crack a harmless little joke, which wasn't necessarily very funny, but it always managed to make the girl laugh uncontrollably.

The two chatted for nearly two hours and agreed to visit the Tang siblings that evening before the girl reluctantly ended the conversation.

However, the thought of meeting her in just a few hours made the girl excited again. She quickly got out of bed, ran to the dressing room next door, and began to choose an outfit for their evening meeting.

She couldn't help but think about what she should say when they met, whether she should act reserved, and if she was too enthusiastic, would the other person think she was like that with every boy?

Just as she was lost in thought, a knock came at the door.

"Baby, can Mommy come in?" came Wang Rong's voice from outside the door.

"Come in, Mom," Song Zilin replied casually.

The door opened, and a graceful middle-aged woman walked in. Although she was over forty years old, she still looked like she was only in her thirties.

She bears some resemblance to Song Zilin, but her strong personality is evident in her eyes and brows.

Wang Rong first looked towards the bedroom, then walked to the walk-in closet door and asked with a smile:

"Sweetie, are you going out?"

"Yeah, I'm going to meet up with some friends tonight." Song Zilin held up a light blue dress, looked at herself in the full-length mirror, shook her head, and then picked up another red dress.

"Going out tonight, and you're already getting dressed?" Wang Rong chuckled. "Looks like the person you're meeting is quite important."

"No, no~" Song Zilin's pretty face flushed slightly, and she quickly explained, "They are members of the martial arts team that my dad arranged. They were injured in the wilderness area before, so I went to visit them."

Wang Rong clearly knew a lot about her daughter. Her identity was not just that of Song Tianying's wife; she also held a very important position in the Chinese military.

"Linlin, come here, Mom wants to talk to you." Wang Rong suddenly became serious, and her smile disappeared.

"What's wrong, Mom?" Song Zilin stopped what she was doing and her heart skipped a beat.

Wang Rong took her hand and spoke earnestly:

"You're not a child anymore, and you're starting to understand a lot of things. Logically speaking, I shouldn't interfere in matters of the heart, but you're my daughter, and I hope you'll live a happy and fulfilling life in the future."

"So, you'd better not start dating too early. Even if you do, I think your brother Liu Xun is a great choice. He grew up with you and treats you better than anyone else. Besides..."

"Mom!" Upon hearing this, Song Zilin interrupted Wang Rong, her face turning somewhat grim. "You didn't come here just to tell me this, did you? To tell me not to date and just wait to marry Brother Liu Xun?"

"That's not what I meant..." Wang Rong tried to explain.

"No, that's what you mean." Song Zilin shook her head, looking at her mother with some disappointment.

"I've said before that I've always treated Liu Xun like an older brother since we were little, and I've never had any other thoughts. Yes, he's a good person, with a good personality and a good family background, but what does that have to do with whether I like him or not? I'll say it again, I don't like him. Mom, please don't bring this up with me again, I don't want to hear it!"

Song Zilin stormed back to her bedroom, threw herself into the soft blankets, and covered her head with them.

Wang Rong was taken aback for a moment, her expression also turning sour. She followed him to the bedside in the bedroom and said calmly:

"At your age, what do you know about true love? We've all seen how good your brother Liu Xun has been to you since you were little. You'll only be truly happy with him."

"Don't let some random guy's sweet talk make you think he's more important than anything else. You've only known him for a few days!"

"Yes, that kid has good talent, but without enough effort and other opportunities, he might only ever become a high-level war god. Your brother Liu Xun's achievements are not necessarily lower than his, not to mention your grandfather Liu is a being who has surpassed the war god."

"Do you know that your brother Liu Xun has always cared about you? Even the dragon blood you used last time was bought for you by him, and he told us not to tell you. That's a treasure worth hundreds of billions. Can anyone else have that kind of ability? Can anyone else be willing to spend so much money on you? You..."

call!

"Why didn't you tell me before?!" Song Zilin sat bolt upright in bed, staring wide-eyed at her mother. "Why did you accept his things? I don't need them!"

"Dragon blood, is it? Fine, I'll find a way to repay him myself. If I can't, I'll pay with my life!" Song Zilin's eyes reddened as she angrily left those words before slamming the door and leaving.

boom!

Wang Rong was left alone in the room, staring blankly at the door, speechless.

……

When Chen Mo received Song Zilin's message, he was practicing the fourth level of the Nine-Fold Thunder Blade.

When he mastered the seventh level of clone technique, he also naturally achieved the 3.5 times power of the fourth level. Previously, he had relied on the assistance of mental power to achieve the effect of the fourth level, but now it was the real deal.

"I had a fight with my mom and I want to go out for a walk. Can you come and keep me company?"

The message startled Chen Mo slightly. Without saying a word, he stopped cultivating, quickly changed into clean clothes, and rushed out the door.

Even the most straightforward person knows that the only thing they can do at this moment is to appear in front of the other person as quickly as possible.

A dozen minutes later, Chen Mo saw Song Zilin sitting by the river, hugging her knees and lost in thought. He didn't say much, just sat quietly beside her and kept her company as she stared blankly.

After a long while, Song Zilin seemed to feel a little better, and she gave Chen Mo a forced smile.

"Walk with me for a while."

"Um."

Chen Mo walked beside her, and the two strolled along.

No one spoke, and Song Zilin didn't mention arguing with her mother, since their relationship was now at most that of friends.

At that very moment, not far from the river, many members of the War God Club gathered in a three-story building.

The War God Club is not composed of the War God, but rather of the War God's children; this club is also known as the "Princelings."

The person who founded this club is Liu Xun, the eldest son of the Liu family, who is also considered one of the princes of Beijing's elite circles.

The group was just chatting when someone suddenly looked out the French windows and exclaimed in surprise.

"Look, isn't that Song Zilin, the little princess of the Song family?"

Song Zilin is very famous in the elite circles of Beijing. She has a noble status and high looks, and is the goddess in the hearts of countless rich young men who dream of getting close to her.

So, as soon as they heard Song Zilin's name, everyone rushed to the window to watch.

"It really is her! She's so beautiful, even without makeup!"

"Even dressed so casually, she still has the feel of a little princess. No wonder she's my goddess."

"Wait, why is there a man next to her?!"

"Oh my god! Who's that guy? Is our goddess in a relationship? No way!"

"I remember now, isn't that guy Chen Mo from the military academy competition? The one who was flirting with Song Zilin during the live stream?"

"Yes, yes, that's him. I even had someone check his background. He's just a nobody from the bottom of society."

"How dare this guy bother my goddess? He's got a death wish."

"He seems to be just a high-level soldier, does he really think he's someone important? Daring to make a move on the Song family's little princess? Doesn't he know his place?"

"These people are like that. They think they can rise to the top in one step just because they have a little talent. A mere high-level warrior is not even worthy to be my dog."

With everyone chiming in, they had already belittled the completely unaware Chen Mo to the point of worthlessness, even tearing him to shreds.

As the heir of the War God Club, Liu Xun sat at a distance the whole time, neither standing up to watch nor participating in the discussions. He remained as gentle and calm as ever, as if he were detached from worldly affairs.

Just then, a somewhat indignant voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.

"That's going too far!"

Somewhat surprised, everyone turned to look at the inconspicuous young man in the corner, who was Leng Yan.

"His background is not as good as yours, and he doesn't have parents who are war gods. But..." Leng Yan glared at everyone.

"But he's a high-level warrior general, not what you call a high-level soldier. He'll soon enter the Ultimate Martial Arts Academy's War God Preparatory Camp, and before long, he himself will be a War God!"

"He's far superior to you people who only know how to flaunt your parents' status and power. You're nothing but a bunch of clowns who only know how to belittle others behind their backs. I'm ashamed to be associated with you!"

With that, Leng Yan took out the club's membership card, threw it on the ground, and then strode away.

The club members looked at each other, and for a moment no one spoke.

Liu Xun, who had been sitting quietly there, suddenly frowned, a barely perceptible killing intent flashing deep in his eyes.

This is the second update, a transitional chapter. The next chapter will be faster-paced. Thank you for your support!

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