Chapter 151: Unreal Beauty

Chapter 151: Chapter 151: Unreal Beauty

"What is she doing?" Zhang Yun was a little baffled, feeling that something was wrong with Fu Yudie.

Ouyang Mingruo burst into a chuckle. "She probably misunderstood."

"Misunderstood what?" Zhang Yun was still confused. "This morning at my house, didn’t you have her call you ’Master’s Wife’? What’s there to be surprised about or misunderstand now?"

"Idiot!" Ouyang Mingruo poked his head. "Look at how we are right now!"

Zhang Yun had only been talking about Fu Yudie’s injuries and hadn’t thought about anything else. Hearing her hint, he immediately understood.

"Oh! So she saw us on the bed, and seeing you dressed so sexily, she thought we were all cleaned up and about to do the deed, so she was embarrassed to delay our passionate moment..."

Ouyang Mingruo spat lightly and immediately left with a smile. "Pfft! Who’s having a passionate moment with you? Go do the deed with yourself."

Zhang Yun was speechless. "With this completely open-concept layout, how am I supposed to do it with myself? Have some shame, will you?" he thought.

Zhang Yun then replied to Xu Jin and the others, as well as a few messages from Zhang Youcai. As for the Ancient Artifacts and whatnot, he had already gained the maximum benefit, so he left the rest entirely under Zhang Youcai’s responsibility.

Lying on the bed, Zhang Yun could see the borderless "study room," where Ouyang Mingruo was concentrating in front of the computer, sometimes thinking and sometimes typing on the keyboard.

It was easy to start a fire, but hard to put it out. Ouyang Qilin merely needed her to lead the charge and detonate the situation. If he wanted to "usurp the throne," he inevitably had a matrix of coordinated arrangements in place.

Judging from that Little Moustache earlier, perhaps before Ouyang Qilin entered the sea of fire and burned to death, he had already issued the order for a general offensive! He had originally prepared to deal with Ouyang Kunpeng’s family at the mountain villa. He definitely would have considered the possibility of being pinned down and might have left an alternative activation mechanism—for instance, initiating the operation directly if no orders were received from him after a certain period of time.

This current storm was no longer just an issue between Ouyang Kunpeng and his daughter; it had even exceeded the scope of the Ouyang Clan. Many stakeholders—relatives, friends, and business partners—might have all been dragged into it.

"It’s very impolite to stare at people." Ouyang Mingruo didn’t turn her head.

Zhang Yun smiled. "If you aren’t looking at me, how do you know I’m looking at you?"

"I know you’re worried about me, but the biggest crisis has been resolved. The aftershocks aren’t a big deal. Go to sleep first!" Mingruo turned her head, giving him a smile, and then asked, "Is the light too bright? You can turn off the bedside lamp, and I’ll just leave a desk lamp on over here."

Normally, when it was just her alone, it naturally didn’t matter how the lights were turned on or off since it wouldn’t affect anyone else.

Zhang Yun shook his head. "It doesn’t need to be too dark, and you don’t need to worry about me." With that, he turned on his side to sleep.

Zhang Yun stopped thinking about the Ouyang Family’s affairs. Unable to sleep with his eyes closed, he pondered the Body Technique that Zhen Wei had used earlier.

Originally, he thought such a Body Technique wasn’t elegant, lacking the majestic aura of sweeping, grand movements. But after forcing Zhen Wei to demonstrate it, he found it quite interesting. It was like in Kung Fu movies. Jet Li was fierce yet graceful, exuding the demeanor of a Grandmaster; Donnie Yen’s punches connected with flesh, thrilling and satisfying; Jackie Chan darted around, climbing up and scrambling down, clearly blending in a comedic style, which was another kind of visual pleasure.

Zhang Yun mentally replayed the scenario, recalling every one of Zhen Wei’s shifts and changes. Previously, the attacks had been too fast, and many details had eluded him. Now, as he recalled them one by one, he gained a more profound understanding.

After pondering for a long time and mentally rehearsing it over and over, all that remained was practical application.

Zhang Yun wasn’t a martial arts genius. The key to him being able to secretly learn by just watching was that his physical attributes far surpassed those of ordinary people. Just like with Kung Fu movies, a child could also mimic the punches and kicks, but their body was too weak to have any offensive effect, nor could they perform highly difficult moves. A young enthusiast could remember more, execute more moves with greater speed and strength—achieving results many times better than a child’s.

Zhang Yun, on the other hand, could remember everything perfectly and perform all the difficult moves. Naturally, he could quickly teach himself the gist of it. Or strictly speaking, with his current foundation, Zhang Yun was already a martial arts genius.

After practicing in his mind until he was familiar with it, Zhang Yun gradually grew bored and naturally drifted off to sleep.

He didn’t know how long it had been before Ouyang Mingruo finally went to rest. The moment she got into bed, Zhang Yun obviously noticed, but since there was no danger, he kept his eyes closed and continued to sleep.

When he woke up fully rested, it was already morning. Just as Zhang Yun was about to turn over, he realized someone was pressing against his back.

Turning around carefully, he saw Ouyang Mingruo curled up, huddled against him. After a night like that, she was truly physically and mentally exhausted. She lacked a sense of security even in her sleep!

Looking at her like this, she seemed quite endearing. Zhang Yun really wanted to hold her as he slept. But he only thought about it and didn’t act on it. Mingruo’s current state was a purely natural reaction. If he were to hug her, it would definitely jolt her awake. Moreover, men were full of vigor early in the morning. Since he was already wide awake, it would be purely a test of his own self-control!

Just as he prepared to get up quietly, a fair arm unconsciously draped over him, pinning him down and making it difficult for him to move carelessly. Zhang Yun could only remain motionless in that posture. Unable to fall back asleep, he simply stared at her.

He had to admit, Ouyang Mingruo was a natural-born beauty. Although Ouyang Kunpeng wasn’t ugly, it was likely that her mother’s genes were simply that strong.

The first time he saw her, she was unconscious and vomiting blood. Later, it was in the hospital and over video calls. Beautiful as she was, she hadn’t left a massive impact on Zhang Yun. Over the past two days in the village, he had seen various sides of Ouyang Mingruo, but none compared to how she looked now.

Right now, the distance between them was less than a foot. Since she was asleep, he could admire her unreservedly without feeling awkward, thoroughly taking in every detail. This was her in slumber, without the added bonuses of her temperament, status, or aura. Aside from looking slightly haggard due to physical and mental exhaustion, her features were perfect, and her skin was flawless!

This made Zhang Yun unable to resist glancing at her pajamas. He had seen her legs—they were impeccable. He wondered if her entire body was just as perfect.

"Sigh..."

Zhang Yun couldn’t help but sigh softly as he looked. The more perfect he found her, the more unreal she felt!

Was the Mona Lisa beautiful? Yes! Would you want to own it? You would only think, "Wake up! How could I possibly own that?"

The reason Zhang Yun felt apathetic toward and rejected Mingruo’s talk about recruiting a live-in son-in-law or being his girlfriend was precisely because he had a clear sense of self-awareness. A stunning beauty with such conditions absolutely had no shortage of wealthy suitors; it was merely a whim on her part. Marriage? Even just dating wouldn’t last long.

Let alone Ouyang Mingruo, even Chen Hui made Zhang Yun feel a sense of unreality.

After all, his confidence and strength had only developed over these recent days. Deep down in his bones, he was still just a little farmer, not some Wandering Son of the romantic scene who was a menace to women. If he really got dumped, he would be very heartbroken. Therefore, he simply didn’t want to get emotionally invested from the start.

DING DONG!

Just as Zhang Yun was admiring the portrait of the sleeping beauty, that damn doorbell rang again!

After such a night, there shouldn’t be any more assassins or the like. Who else could it be? It had to be that slippery loach, Zhen Wei!

"Why are you huffing and puffing?" Ouyang Mingruo suddenly smiled.