Chapter 65: I’m Not Skilled at Pursuing Girls!

Many things had exceeded Dugu Bo's expectations, and the originally ample time was now slipping away. He needed to ensure that Meng Bei and Dugu Yan got married quickly—so the rice would be cooked, and there would be no turning back!

Dugu Bo deeply cared for his granddaughter, but if he had no other choice, he could only make her endure a little grievance.

She might not understand his actions now, but when the poison in her body deepened and the loneliness and despair set in, she would understand why he did this.

At the very least, Meng Bei could help her give birth to a healthy child.

Besides, from any perspective, Dugu Yan wouldn't be losing out by being with Meng Bei.

If anything… it was the old cow eating young grass.

Dugu Bo's mind flashed with this ridiculous thought.

If that were the case, the only one "suffering" might just be Meng Bei.

After all, from start to finish, the boy had no enmity with him. Yet Dugu Bo had forcibly kidnapped him, destroyed his betrothal to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, and could even be said to have ruined his promising future.

A faint trace of guilt rose in Dugu Bo's heart, but he quickly suppressed it.

It's already done, so why hesitate now?

Dugu Bo resolved that Meng Bei would become his grandson-in-law, and no one could stop him!

The Next Morning.

Smoke curled from the base of the mountain.

Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo had set up camp there, closely observing the poisonous fog without making any reckless moves.

Meanwhile, Bone Douluo had returned to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan to gather reinforcements.

The clan had countless Soul Saints and Soul Douluo. Individually, none of them could defeat the Poison Douluo, but together, they would form an undeniably powerful force.

On the other side, Dugu Yan emerged from her room with dark circles under her eyes, visibly exhausted.

She had spent the entire night anxiously waiting for something to happen—so much so that she barely slept.

At that moment, Meng Bei also stepped out from his room.

When Dugu Yan saw him, her spirits instantly lifted.

She hurried forward.

The words she had practiced all night were finally about to come in handy.

"Meng Bei, stop right there!"

Meng Bei froze in place, wearing an innocent expression.

"Yan Zi-jie, I wasn't running anywhere."

Dugu Yan rushed up angrily and grabbed his sleeve.

"I'm afraid you'll run! Tell me the truth—do you… like me?"

She demanded, starting confidently, just as she had rehearsed. But as soon as she met Meng Bei's piercing azure gaze, her heart began to race, and her voice grew softer and softer.

"Yes. Does Yan Zi-jie like me?"

Meng Bei admitted openly and even threw the question back at her.

Dugu Yan's heart skipped a beat, her face flushed crimson, and the air around them seemed to freeze.

Meng Bei's response was so straightforward. It was the first time anyone had confessed to her so directly.

When she had confirmed her relationship with Yu Tianheng, it had been a slow process. Their childhood friendship and mutual feelings had taken time to blossom. Even then, they had needed their classmates' teasing to push them together.

It was nothing like Meng Bei's unabashed confession.

Her well-rehearsed rejection completely fell apart. She stumbled over her words, trying desperately to piece together a coherent response.

At that moment, a thought flashed in her mind:

If only I had met Meng Bei first, how nice would that have been…

But sadly—

"Meng Bei, the truth is… I, I already have someone I like. I don't—"

Before she could finish, Meng Bei stepped forward, wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her into his embrace. Then, without giving her a chance to react, he kissed her.

"Mmph!"

Dugu Yan could only let out muffled cries, utterly unprepared and inexperienced. She was quickly overwhelmed, her body going weak as she was consumed by confusion and shock.

Meng Bei's hand began to slide under her clothes.

Under normal circumstances, Meng Bei wouldn't have rushed things like this. But Dugu Bo had given him only three days.

If he failed, Dugu Bo had hinted he would resort to using medicine.

Using drugs to force a situation like this—Meng Bei found the very idea disgraceful.

To avoid that humiliation, he had no choice but to speed things up.

However, some things simply cannot be rushed.

When Meng Bei's hand brushed a particularly sensitive spot, Dugu Yan's eyes snapped open in sudden clarity.

Realizing the situation, she was both furious at Meng Bei's audacity and ashamed of her own reaction.

In her embarrassment and anger, she bit down—hard.

"Hiss!"

Meng Bei recoiled, clutching his tongue as blood oozed from the wound.

Dugu Yan backed away, glaring at him with flushed cheeks and trembling with fury.

"We're impossible! I don't like you, so give up already!"

Meng Bei lowered his head, feigning defeat.

"I understand, Yan Zi-jie. I won't bother you anymore."

Hearing his response, Dugu Yan paused, her heart aching inexplicably.

She turned to glance at him. Meng Bei was slumped against the wall, looking utterly dejected. Blood stained his lips and trailed down his pale neck, forming a crimson line.

Her steps slowed, and she had the sudden urge to turn back and help him.

But in the end, Dugu Yan suppressed the impulse.

If you don't cut things off now, you'll only create more trouble later.

She resolutely turned her back on him and walked away.

Watching her leave, Meng Bei sighed inwardly.

It seems I'm really not good at chasing girls.

Later, Dugu Yan found Dugu Bo. She didn't say much, only that she was tired of staying here and wanted to return to the Royal Academy.

Of course, Dugu Bo refused.

Even if he wanted to send her back, he couldn't. The valley was now surrounded by the poisonous mist from the Nine-Segment Jade, and once released, the mist couldn't be retracted.

Even Dugu Bo himself couldn't leave now.

Thinking quickly, he pointed to the layers of green fog and lied:

"Yan Yan, this mist is part of an important experiment I'm conducting. Give it a few more days, and when I'm done, I'll send you back."

Dugu Yan understood the gravity of her grandfather's tone. She assumed the fog was critical to his research and decided not to interfere.

"Fine. I'll wait until you're done, Grandpa."

She reassured herself: It's only a few more days. As long as I avoid Meng Bei, there shouldn't be any issues.

But even now, the taste of Meng Bei's kiss lingered in her mind, refusing to fade.

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