"Have you said enough? I'll only tell you one thing: he's my man, and that will never change. If you don't want to die, shut your mouth!" Zhao Han said coldly.
Madam Jiang's voice stopped abruptly, stunned and speechless.
"Teacher, you're very kind. My name is Zhao Han." Zhao Han greeted the Palace Master respectfully.
He was Qin Chuan's teacher, so Zhao Han would show him respect, considering him a senior.
The Palace Master quickly said, "Miss Zhao, you're too kind."
The rule of this world is survival of the fittest, and the strong are respected. The Zhao family is powerful here, and Miss Zhao's politeness is because of Qin Chuan.
The Palace Master understood this very well, so he didn't put on any airs. After all, although he and Qin Chuan had a teacher-student relationship, it wasn't particularly close.
Zhao Han invited the Palace Master to return to the Zhao family or move out, but the Palace Master refused, and Qin Chuan didn't say anything more.
After bidding farewell to the Palace Master, Qin Chuan and Zhao Han left the Jiang family. He naturally wouldn't come here again. As he left, Qin Chuan nodded to the Palace Master: "Teacher, see you at the Martial Arts Tournament!"
The Palace Master smiled, nodded, and waved.
Madam Jiang panicked: "Miss Zhao, I was wrong, Mr. Qin..."
But Qin Chuan and Zhao Han had already left. Madam Jiang collapsed to the ground, and at that moment, Jiang Tao emerged, having witnessed everything.
He felt powerless against his woman. He was a man of deep affection, and besides, the Jiang family's current success was largely due to the support of Madam Jiang's family.
But now this woman was too arrogant and domineering, not even respecting his sworn brother. He felt deeply saddened.
He walked over, not looking at Madam Jiang sitting on the ground, but instead addressing the Palace Master: "Second Brother, I'm sorry you've suffered."
The Palace Master shook his head: "Third Brother, we don't need to say such things. Comfort your wife!"
...
Qin Chuan and Zhao Han left the Jiang family, immediately summoning the Five-Colored Dragon Sparrow. They soared into the sky, flying
slowly. A gentle breeze caressed their faces as the Five-Colored Dragon Sparrow flew slowly through the air. Qin Chuan held Zhao Han's hand.
"Why did you have to endure them?" Zhao Han asked softly.
Qin Chuan actually felt that Zhao Han's visit was a good thing. Nothing he said could have caused as much harm as Zhao Han coming and leaving with him.
"I didn't really care. They were like ants to me. Besides, I didn't want to put the teacher in a difficult position," Qin Chuan said helplessly.
Sometimes it's like that, for many reasons, and Qin Chuan really didn't feel much, because in his eyes, people like Madam Jiang and Jiang Ranran were the most pathetic and pitiful.
"Did I do something wrong?" Zhao Han asked cautiously.
Seeing her cautious look, Qin Chuan reached out and gently pinched her nose, smiling, "Madam, you came at the right time. What did you do wrong? I'm very happy. The reason I didn't say anything was because even if I said something, the other party wouldn't feel anything." Zhao
Han understood immediately. The wicked need the wicked to torment them, and she was that wicked person...
"You came to find me so urgently? You missed me that much?" Qin Chuan hugged her and let her fall onto the soft back of the Five-Colored Dragon Sparrow.
Zhao Han exclaimed, blushing, and nestled in Qin Chuan's arms with her eyes closed.
Qin Chuan didn't do anything; he just stayed there, letting Zhao Han lie on him.
With her soft, fragrant body in his arms, Qin Chuan felt an indescribable excitement.
Zhao Han blushed; their bodies were irresistibly drawn to each other, especially when they were close. Even without doing anything, simply embracing each other was a profound pleasure.
In life, what do men strive for, after all? They want to eat well, achieve high status, and have the most beautiful women by their side.
Food and sex are basic human needs; it's the way of yin and yang, the way of human relationships, the propagation of all things.
It's inheritance, the foundation, the fundamental principle, a basic human need, innate, and will not die as long as life continues.
Qin Chuan kissed her directly. Zhao Han's body tensed; such intimate contact between them created a soul-stirring, bone-melting sensation.
It was incredibly intense, a result of their destined physical bond. If they were to truly unite, he wondered if their bones would truly melt.
Zhao Han was deeply moved. She was very open in front of Qin Chuan, after all, she had taken the initiative before, so now that Qin Chuan was slightly more proactive, Zhao Han was aroused.
Now it was Zhao Han's turn to initiate the kiss, her clumsy advances making Qin Chuan both amused and exasperated. This woman had absolutely no idea how to kiss; she just kept nudging him…
But this awkwardness only fueled their passion, especially since their bodies were destined to be together.
"Good girl, I'll teach you!" Qin Chuan whispered in her ear.
"Stick out your tongue…"
Zhao Han was incredibly shy, struggling for a moment before finally following Qin Chuan's instructions, sticking out her pink labia, but only a tiny bit. But
that was enough. Qin Chuan pressed his tongue against hers, and with just that touch, Zhao Han trembled, instinctively pulling her tongue back.
Like being electrocuted!
But this was just the beginning, and of course, it wouldn't end. This kind of thing, once you're inexperienced, you'll get used to it quickly; no skill is needed.
Back at the academy, Qin Chuan took Zhao Han to his courtyard. When it was time for dinner, they prepared some food and wine.
Their relationship seemed to have deepened that day, a deeper connection on a spiritual level.
However, just as they finished eating, someone entered.
Qin Chuan sensed a powerful aura, and Zhao Han's expression changed as she looked at him: "My father is here!"
The two went outside, where a refined and handsome man stood in the courtyard.
Although middle-aged, his mature demeanor was undeniable; were it not for his appearance, no one would believe he was middle-aged.
His bearing, his clothing, his eyes—just standing there exuded a profound depth.
"Father!" Zhao Han said softly.
"Come home with me!" the man said with a gentle smile.
"Father, I'll go back after saying a few words to Qin Chuan!" Zhao Han said softly.
"Let me speak!" the man said.
"You are Qin Chuan!" the man said calmly.
"Qin Chuan greets Senior!" Qin Chuan bowed.
"You are very good, but I must apologize. Han'er already has a fiancé; it was arranged since childhood, so please do not disturb Han'er any further," the man said.
Qin Chuan shook his head: "It's too late. If you had come earlier, there might still have been a chance. Now, no one can stop Zhao Han and me from being together."
The middle-aged man's aura suddenly erupted, sweeping directly towards Qin Chuan like an invisible dragon.
"No!" Zhao Han immediately stepped in front of Qin Chuan.
Bang!
Zhao Han's body flew into the air, but Qin Chuan, standing behind her, hurriedly caught her. At this moment, Zhao Han spat out a mouthful of blood.