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ArabicA Rich Second-generation Villain Can’t Just Enjoy Life — Chapter 473
Chapter 473: Shura Field, The Rise of the Bad Woman!
‘I’m so stupid, truly…’
Ye Linyuan stared blankly at the scene, his expression dazed and confused.
He had suspected before that Little Sister Yang Luoluo and Shen Anyu were too intimate, not at all like Master and disciple, somewhat overstepping their bounds.
However, after learning that Shen Anyu was Second Senior Sister Liu Ruyan’s boyfriend, while he was filled with anger, envy, and jealousy, he also let down his guard.
How could Little Sister Yang Luoluo possibly cross the line, knowing full well that Shen Anyu was Second Senior Sister’s boyfriend?
But now, this was the result.
[Akarin’s Note: The “Shura Field” or “Asura Field” (修罗场) is a popular webnovel term originating from Buddhist mythology, describing a battlefield of demigods. In modern slang, it refers to a chaotic scene of intense conflict, especially a jealous, multi-person romantic confrontation like a love triangle.]
Second Senior Sister Liu Ruyan, Fourth Senior Sister Ye Liyou, and Little Sister Yang Luoluo—one charming and seductive, one cold and elegant, one vibrant and beautiful—all three Goddess Senior Sisters had fallen for Shen Anyu. And another Goddess Senior Sister, Fifth Sister Zhong Lingyin, the National Diva, also had an officially announced boyfriend, Jade Prince, with whom she co-wrote lyrics and composed music. Only First Senior Sister Female Sword Immortal Pei Changli, Third Senior Sister Goddess Doctor Murong Jieyu, and Sixth Senior Sister Lu Chanxi were left without boyfriends.
What if they did?
Wuwuwu…
Ye Linyuan wanted to cry, his mind exploding. Long ago, when he saw the group photo of the seven Goddess Senior Sisters and their Master before his death, he swore an oath in his heart that he would marry all seven Goddess Senior Sisters. All seven Goddess Senior Sisters would be his wives. He would surely be the happiest man in the world.
But now, he was afflicted by a strange curse, transforming from a tall, handsome, dashing young Grandmaster Peak martial artist into a powerless Conan. One by one, the seven Goddess Senior Sisters had found men they liked.
He didn’t want this to happen.
Ye Linyuan was severely struck, dazed and confused, already somewhat withdrawn.
…
Liu Ruyan was also withdrawn. First, Fourth Senior Sister Ye Liyou, then Little Sister Yang Luoluo—were they all ganging up to steal her man? Fourth Senior Sister Ye Liyou was one thing; she had always been decisive, cool, and strong-willed, a woman who took what she wanted without hesitation. But Little Sister Yang Luoluo, who always seemed so vibrant, so innocent and well-behaved, was also trying to steal her man?
Did they think she was easy to bully?
Liu Ruyan’s long, seductive fox eyes narrowed, a dangerous, calculating light flickering in their depths. She, Liu Ruyan, was not some fragile flower to be pushed aside. She was not made of mud!
Her previous submissive and weak demeanor in front of Shen Anyu wasn’t a true reflection of her character. It was born from a primal fear, an instinctual caution around a man whose power was as terrifying as it was magnetic. She vividly remembered their first encounter at the Magic City River View Manor. He had dared to press her—her, An Zhiyue’s best friend, a nominal elder!—onto his thigh and spank her until her skin was hot and swollen, a humiliation that had paradoxically ignited a strange spark within her.
Then there was the second time, at the same manor. She had witnessed the aftermath of his battle with the veteran Heavenly Human expert, Tian Yunzi. The scene was one of absolute devastation. The ground was ripped apart, trenches carved into the earth as if a hundred cannonballs had struck simultaneously. Reinforced alloy walls, designed to withstand military-grade assaults, were shattered and twisted into grotesque sculptures of metal. The sheer, overwhelming power and dominance he displayed had imprinted itself on her soul, filling her with an awe that bordered on terror. That fear had always placed her on the back foot, making her feel inferior in his presence.
But now, everything was different.
Liu Ruyan had accepted Shen Anyu. He was her boyfriend, *her* man. Deep down, she knew he wouldn’t truly harm her. His punishments were domineering, yes, but they never caused lasting injury. In fact, they held a different kind of flavor now, a thrilling intimacy that sent currents of heat through her veins.
With that suffocating fear shed like a second skin, a dormant fighting spirit slowly, surely, began to rise in Liu Ruyan’s heart. A predatory gleam returned to her eyes.
Stealing her man?
Stealing *Liu Ruyan’s* man?
*’Heh heh, my two dear Junior Sisters,’* she thought, a smirk playing on her lips. *’You’re still far too green!’*
At this moment, the beautiful and domineering vixen from the Imperial Capital’s most exclusive aristocratic circles—the woman who could dismantle rivals with a smile and a whisper—had returned!
The invisible pause button that had frozen the restaurant seemed to shatter.
With a breathtaking smile, Liu Ruyan took a delicate sip of grape juice. The sweet, dark liquid barely touched her lips before she twisted her graceful waist in a single, fluid motion. She settled herself directly onto Shen Anyu’s thigh, her body fitting against his as if it were made to be there. Leaning in close, her voice was a soft, breathy purr.
“Darling, do you want some juice?”
Looking at Liu Ruyan’s pouting, glistening lips, Shen Anyu found the scene deeply amusing. A low chuckle escaped him.
“Yes, please.”
Just as Shen Anyu started to lean down, intending to drink the juice directly from her mouth, Ye Liyou’s composure finally fractured.
An explosion of killing intent erupted from her. The very air in the restaurant grew cold and sharp, thin as a razor’s edge. Her voice was like ice, each word squeezed through clenched teeth with immense effort.
“Senior, grape juice is too sweet. It’s not good for your health. How about some black tea instead? Black tea is much healthier!”
As she spoke, Ye Liyou held up a cup of steaming black tea with her jade-like hands. The fragrant, earthy aroma wafted through the chilled atmosphere, a stark contrast to the oppressive energy she was radiating.
Beside her, Yang Luoluo nodded repeatedly, her head bobbing like a pecking chick, her wide eyes silently pleading, *’Brother Master, this isn’t appropriate!’*
Ye Linyuan, meanwhile, was still lost in his corner of self-imposed isolation, a statue of despair.
Before Shen Anyu could utter a single word, Liu Ruyan acted.
She gulped down the grape juice in her mouth, her throat working elegantly. Then, without a moment’s hesitation, she looked up, met Shen Anyu’s gaze, and pressed her lips firmly against his.
A long, silent moment passed, thick with unspoken challenges and simmering hostility.
When she finally pulled back, a faint sheen graced her lips. Her voice was a triumphant whisper, laced with honey and poison.
“Darling, if you don’t want the grape juice, then Yan’er will personally quench your thirst. Are you satisfied?”
“Uh, very satisfied,” Shen Anyu replied, his eyes filled with a deep, roiling amusement as he nodded without the slightest hesitation.
It was indeed very sweet.
Far sweeter than any grape juice.
Seated comfortably in Shen Anyu’s arms, a queen upon her throne, Liu Ruyan turned her head. She looked directly at Fourth Senior Sister Ye Liyou and Little Sister Yang Luoluo. Her long fox eyes were narrowed into gleeful crescents, her vibrant, charming gaze overflowing with smiles, triumph, and a playful, taunting fire.
And blatant provocation.
*BOOM!*
The killing intent radiating from Ye Liyou detonated. The delicate porcelain teacup in her hand didn’t just crack—it vaporized into a fine white powder that drifted onto the table. The immense pressure of her aura focused downwards, and the solid marble floor beneath her feet groaned in protest. A dense, ugly spiderweb of cracks instantly formed, spreading outwards from her shoes like a frozen lightning strike.
Ye Liyou was angry!
Extremely, incandescently angry!
Her pretty face was frosted over with a murderous fury. Her cold phoenix eyes blazed with a killing intent so potent it was almost a visible light, a chilling, silvery surge of power churning within their depths.
In stark contrast, Liu Ruyan’s smile only widened. She languidly draped a jade-like arm, as if carved from the finest white jade and dusted with frost, around Shen Anyu’s neck. Relaxing deeper into his embrace, she leaned in until her lips were right beside his ear, her breath like orchids as she whispered a single, devastating line:
“Darling, take Yan’er to rest. I want you.”
Ye Liyou finally couldn’t hold back, her voice dripping with scorn. “Second Senior Sister, it’s early morning! Broad daylight! Have you no shame?”
Yang Luoluo, her face flushed red, also couldn’t help but speak up. “Second Senior Sister, isn’t this… isn’t this inappropriate? It’s the middle of the day.”
Liu Ruyan’s expression was one of pure, unadulterated amusement. She cast a playful, lazy glance at them. “My two good Junior Sisters,” she purred, her tone dripping with false sweetness. “If you can try to steal your Senior Sister’s man in broad daylight, then what’s wrong with me, your Senior Sister, doing the things a boyfriend and girlfriend should do in broad daylight?”
Yang Luoluo was immediately rendered speechless, her cheeks puffing out.
Ye Liyou’s momentum also faltered for a split second, but she was a warrior at heart. She quickly shifted her strategy, turning her intense gaze directly to Shen Anyu. Her cool little hand found his, gripping his warm, large hand with a surprising strength. Her voice, though still cold, softened into a quiet plea.
“Senior, will you take Liyou to wear the Maidservant Attire? Liyou will call you Master, okay?”
Yang Luoluo immediately reacted, grabbing Shen Anyu’s other hand and swaying back and forth, deploying her ultimate weapon of adorable pouting. “Brother Master, will you guide Luo Luo’s cultivation? Luo Luo has encountered some difficulties in her cultivation recently and needs Brother Master’s personal, one-on-one guidance.”
“Hmph, shameless!” Liu Ruyan’s fox eyes narrowed as she sneered from her perch in Shen Anyu’s lap.
“You’re the shameless one,” Ye Liyou retorted, her voice a blade of ice.
“Luo Luo is the most proper one! Both of you Senior Sisters are shameless!” Yang Luoluo declared, puffing up like an angry blowfish, her cuteness now weaponized into indignation.
For a moment, the scene was a chaotic tableau of affectionate warfare. Liu Ruyan hugged Shen Anyu’s neck, a possessive arm draped over his shoulder. Ye Liyou and Yang Luoluo each held one of his hands, refusing to let go. The three Senior and Junior Sisters engaged in a fierce verbal battle, their words clashing with all the killing intent of a true martial contest.
They were in a complete uproar.
Shen Anyu’s mouth twitched, a genuine headache beginning to form behind his eyes. He was trapped in the eye of the hurricane. It was clear now that no matter who he chose to go with, the other two would probably explode with an anger that could level the building. Even the normally well-behaved and adorable little disciple, Yang Luoluo, was fuming, her eyes shooting daggers.
Even Young Master Shen, a man well-experienced in navigating the most chaotic of situations, was scratching his head at this moment.
Can someone please give me some guidance on how to live like this…?