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"Lord, an invitation has arrived from the Wudang Sect Leader." Fu Bo respectfully presented the gilded invitation with both hands, a hint of caution on his face.
"The Martial Arts Conference?" Shen Mozui furrowed his handsome brows. "Is it time to elect a new alliance leader again... I can't believe it's already been fifteen years..."
Closing the invitation, Shen Mozui tossed it onto the table and said coldly, "Reply to the Wudang Sect Leader that I am unwell and unable to attend."
"Well... the Wudang Sect Leader has always been keen on having his daughter take the position of your lady, so when he sent the invitation, he specifically mentioned that the Sect Leader's Daughter would also be present that day. He hopes you will definitely attend..."
Fu Bo relayed the message under Shen Mozui's icy gaze, his voice tinged with apprehension.
"In that case..." There was even less reason to go.
Before Shen Mozui could finish his thought, a cold voice interrupted, "In that case, one should certainly attend."
"Xiaonan..." Both Shen Mozui and Fu Bo felt awkward, exchanging a glance before quickly averting their eyes.
"I heard from Xiao Linzi that the Wudang Sect Leader's daughter is known as the Most Beautiful Woman in the Martial Arts World. Having grown up in the manor without ever descending the mountain, I've only seen those within this estate. Why not have 'father' take 'daughter' to meet this beauty of the mortal realm?"
Su Xiaonan's words dripped with sarcasm, her lips curling into a smirk that was more mocking than amused. To Shen Mozui, it felt like a thorn had pierced his heart.
"No, absolutely not." The refusal slipped out instinctively; Shen Mozui didn't even bother to find a reasonable justification for himself—he simply resisted on instinct.
"Not allowed? Why?!" Su Xiaonan was taken aback by such a response, her eyes widening in disbelief.
"In any case, I will not take you to the Martial Arts Conference. There is no need to discuss this further. You should stay at Ziwan Villa and have nothing to do with the affairs of the martial world."
Shen Mozui assumed a stern demeanor, his tone unyielding and authoritative.
"Hah, my father? You are surnamed Shen, while I am surnamed Su. How can you claim to be my father?"
Su Xiaonan scoffed, her laughter laced with sarcasm and anger. "What? Are you afraid that if you bring me along, your delicate Martial Arts World's Most Beautiful Woman will be bullied by this wild child of mine?"
Shen Mozui's expression darkened, his hands gripping the edge of the table so tightly that the knuckles turned pale, as if he might crush it.
"You! Fine, fine! You've grown up and spread your wings. Very well, let it be. Consider it my own doing!" In a fit of rage, Shen Mozui swept everything off the table, the items crashing to the ground like his shattered emotions.
Fu Bo stood awkwardly nearby, unsure whether to intervene or leave, his hands fidgeting as he watched the tense confrontation unfold.
"Your own doing? If I weren't Su Wan'er's daughter, would you even spare me a glance? You only want a living testament for your lamentations! I am not Su Xiaonan; in your eyes, I have always been just one name—'Su Wan'er's daughter'! A mere puppet for a failed romance!"
Su Xiaonan's words spilled out in a torrent as her emotions surged, her body trembling with rage. She pretended not to notice Shen Mozui's suddenly pale face; the pain etched on his features seemed to stab at her heart.
With a resounding slap, his furious strike shattered both their hearts.
A red handprint instantly appeared on her cheek, like a chasm that separated them.
She glared at him with tears in her eyes, covering her face as she turned and ran out without looking back. Her silhouette was filled with grievance and despair.
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