Shadow Heir II: Dark Glory - Chapter 20

The campus of Linjiang University sprawled across a wide area. By the time Su Wuji returned to the gates, Li Qingchen was already gone, and Jiang Haobing, along with his crew, had been taken away.

Even the shattered glass from the Santana’s passenger seat had been swept clean.

Driving his drafty, battered little car, Su Wuji headed straight back to the Queen’s Bar.

“Boss, you feel like playing cards tonight?” Xiao Yinlei asked with a teasing smile. “Want me to call over those girls in the tight skirts again?”

“Forget it. Those little minxes keep wearing shorter and shorter skirts. I end up staring at their thighs the whole time and lose every damn hand.”

Su Wuji muttered as he sauntered upstairs to the penthouse suite. He kicked his feet up onto the desk and shut his eyes.

Xiao Yinlei, her plump white legs swaying with each step, walked over behind his chair and began gently massaging his temples.

A rich, intoxicating scent drifted into his nose. He couldn’t tell if it was perfume or just her natural fragrance—but he’d never smelled anything quite like it on anyone else.

“What are you thinking about, boss?” she murmured.

“Just took over the Oriental Beauty Club. Still a mess I haven’t sorted out.”

“I can handle it,” Xiao Yinlei said softly.

A simple offer on the surface—but it meant she’d be walking straight into a storm. That club was previously owned by several “cross-river dragons” from the capital. They weren’t the kind to admit defeat quietly, especially that sore loser Bai Xuyang.

Truth be told, most of the time when Su Wuji was out there fighting battles, it was Xiao Yinlei who cleaned up the aftermath.

Without this long-legged queen at his back, Su Wuji’s empire in Linzhou wouldn’t have risen so quickly in just two or three years.

He cracked a grin. “You are the woman behind me.”

She only smiled, saying nothing.

After a few moments of quiet, he asked again, “Tell me—between Park Yanxi and Mu Qianyu, who do you think’s more fit to be your boss lady?”

A glint of gossip flashed in her eyes. “Boss, can’t you just pick both?”

“Absolutely not. What era do you think this is? Running a harem?” Su Wuji snapped his eyes open with mock severity. “You need your worldview adjusted.”

He looked up—only to find his vision completely blocked by the undulating waves beneath her qipao.

Too overwhelming. Like a mountain pressing down from above.

At this distance, it was borderline suffocating.

“Actually,” Xiao Yinlei said smoothly, “the fact that you’re even asking means you’ve already got your answer.”

“Oh?” Su Wuji sat up straight, accidentally bumping his head into her soft peaks. The qipao rippled from the impact.

“Why not add Song Zhiyu to the list?” Xiao Yinlei took a step back, hand over her chest to still the motion. “I’ve always liked that girl.”

Su Wuji rubbed his head. “She’s still just a kid. What do you like about her?”

“She’s smart, she’s pretty, and… well, young.”

“I don’t like ‘em young,” Su Wuji muttered. “Why not add yourself to the list while you’re at it?”

She laughed softly, eyes gleaming. “I’m afraid you wouldn’t dare.”

“Dare? Me? I’m full of dragon blood and tiger spirit, not some limp old man…”

When it came to teasing, Su Wuji could never quite win against her. He abruptly changed the subject. “Enough about women. From here on out, our focus is heading north.”

Xiao Yinlei stepped forward again. “We’re aiming for the capital?”

He grinned. “No—we’re going back to the capital.”

Her smile widened. “Then I’d wager a few folks in the capital won’t be sleeping soundly tonight.”

———

But it wasn’t just the capital. Even in Linzhou, some couldn’t sleep.

Mu Qianyu leaned against her bed’s headboard in a sheer white nightgown. Her collarbones gleamed like snow, and the hem of her gown barely covered her thighs. Smooth, flawless legs stretched bare beneath the soft light.

Anyone who saw her now would agree: the title “Linzhou’s Number One Beauty” wasn’t just talk. Even in a simple nightgown, she exuded a rare blend of innocence and seduction.

Just then, she received several aerial photographs, along with a brief report.

The photos showed a campus nestled deep in the mountains, dotted with classroom buildings and dorms. Though it was late, many rooms still blazed with light.

Through the windows, students could be seen scribbling furiously in their notebooks.

Mu Qianyu zoomed in on one of the photos and read the characters on the school gate aloud:

Tianji High School.

The moment she saw that name, Su Wuji’s face flashed through her mind.

Then her eyes drifted to the accompanying text:

Miss, we’ve confirmed that Tianji High was fully funded and built four years ago. It only admits impoverished students from the Liangshan region. Tuition and living costs are completely free.

Her gaze flickered as she read the final line:

For the past three years, Tianji High’s college entrance rate has held steady at 100%.

———

Late at night, on the outskirts of a construction site, Jiang Haobing clutched a phone with trembling hands.

His face was bruised, his hair full of dust, his clothes torn and filthy. He looked utterly wrecked.

The other rich kids who’d been with him didn’t fare much better—battered, swollen, and barely recognizable. Not a single one escaped unscathed.

All courtesy of Li Qingchen’s fists.

“Jie…” He choked out a single word before tears welled up in his throat.

From childhood to now, he had never suffered such humiliation.

“Haobing, are you crying?” The voice on the other end sounded amused. “Come on, how old are you? Still crying like a baby?”

“Jie… I got beat up by some bar owner in Linzhou.” Jiang Haobing sniffled, his eyes burning with rage.

He had planned to stomp Su Wuji’s pride into the dirt—but in the end, he was the one face down in the mud.

So what if the guy owned the Queen’s Bar?

In Jiang Haobing’s eyes, Su Wuji was just a small-time local thug. He had powerful friends in the capital—any one of them could wipe the floor with someone like Su Wuji!

Especially his fiercely protective, drop-dead gorgeous big sister. She could beat the bastard half to death.

“Then lie low for two days.”

“What? You’re telling me to endure this?”

The woman on the phone sounded calm as ever. “Bai Xuyang and a few friends just ran into trouble with an investment club in Linzhou. I’ll be taking a short break and joining them there in two days.”

“The one who hit me is named Su Wuji. He runs the Queen’s Bar,” Jiang Haobing said, cradling his swollen cheek. “You’ll get him for me, right?”

“We’ll see when I get there. Hanging up.”

What he didn’t know was that the moment she hung up, she casually tossed her phone onto the couch. Her face bore not even a hint of anger.

She was wearing a tight white athletic top, having just come back from a run. Even with only her legs exposed, her figure was nothing short of breathtaking.

The curves were taut and sculpted, shaped by relentless training—true beauty born of strength and discipline.

She was the very definition of a peach-perfect physique.

Yes—without even touching, you could see it: full, round, and impossibly springy.

There was only one way to describe her:

Not too much. Not too little. Just right.