On the other side, Gu Yao and Yun Yang had also exchanged a dozen moves before parting.
Now was not the time to fight desperately, so everyone was merely testing the waters, remaining alert and watchful of each other.
"Xinxin..." Seated, Gu Qingheng raised a hand, "Are you okay?"
Yang Ruxin hastily approached and took his hand: "I’m fine."
"Xinxin, the one I like is you," Qi Jingrong suddenly declared loudly, "I look down on anyone else but you..."
"Qi Jingrong, are you courting death?" Gu Qingheng’s expression darkened.
Yang Ruxin quickly patted his shoulder: "Stay calm."
Gu Qingheng did calm down indeed.
But Qi Jingrong wore a face of triumph.
"Young Miss, you’ve misjudged me, the one seducing Lord Ten is Yang Dani..." At this moment, Yang Ruyu, who had caught up, spoke urgently and aggrievedly to Yang Baihe, "You should know he has been staying at her house these past few days, who knows..."
"Well, well, Yang Dani." Yang Baihe bristled with rage, "So you were seducing my man. I’ll tear you apart..." she said and started running towards them thumping.
Yang Ruxin cast a slanted glance at Qi Jingrong: "Is this your intention?"
Qi Jingrong smirked triumphantly, knowing if Qi Jingyi could make him take the blame, he could shift the conflict onto someone else.
"Aren’t you being childish?" Yang Ruxin scoffed disdainfully, then walked straight up to meet Yang Baihe.
Yang Baihe suddenly stopped because she saw the dagger in Yang Ruxin’s hand, shining brightly; she didn’t want to die, so she immediately turned and ran back.
Yang Ruyu was a bit dumbfounded.
But Yang Ruxin moved so quickly that before anyone could see how she did it, she had already intercepted Yang Baihe. The dagger was raised, and had Yang Baihe not stopped abruptly, her face would have collided with the blade. Even now, her nose was only a fist’s distance from the dagger’s point.
"Yang Baihe, keep talking," Yang Ruxin said with a slight quirk of her eyebrow. "I’ve already warned you not to provoke me, but you just wouldn’t listen..."
"I..."
"Since he’s your man, you should keep a close eye on him and not slander me," Yang Ruxin said with a cold laugh. "I’m not interested in him, got it?"
Yang Baihe hurriedly nodded.
Qi Jingrong frowned. This woman had bluntly said she wasn’t interested in him? Wasn’t that a slap to his face? How was he any worse than Gu Qingheng? Was there something wrong with her taste?
The corners of Gu Qingheng’s mouth curled up. His Xinxin was just this domineering, this direct, this irresistible to him.
"Little aunt, in love, a woman chasing a man is separated by a sheer layer," Yang Ruxin suddenly retracted her dagger and stepped forward with a smile to Yang Baihe, "And you know, just as fiery women fear a persistent man, the same goes for men with clingy women. He’s from the wealthiest family in the world. If you can bed him, I’ll give you a Black Bear as a dowry..."
"Really?" Yang Baihe’s eyes immediately lit up.
"Of course it’s true," Yang Ruxin nodded. "It depends on whether you have the skills to get him..." she finished, turning her head and giving Qi Jingrong, who was looking over, a mischievous smile.
Qi Jingrong immediately felt a chill down his spine; intuition told him this was bad, and he promptly turned and ran.
"Alright then, don’t worry, I’ll definitely bear him a couple of sons," Yang Baihe said joyfully and took off after him.
"What are you waiting for? Expecting me to accompany you on your journey?" Yang Ruxin then looked at Yang Ruyu, "Or perhaps..." She played with the dagger in the air, flipping it around, then whoosh—it flew straight toward Ruyu’s forehead.