Chapter 395: Jealous A Wu, His Holiness the… Pope?_1

Ye Lingling stood there, the porcelain bowl in her hands shattering with a loud sound.

Dressed in a snow-white fairy dress, she appeared pure as a Tianshan snow lotus, radiating an indescribable tranquility and beauty. That peaceful, pretty face was now flushed with indescribable excitement.

Xiaowu's beautiful pink eyes sparkled as she quickly stepped out from within.

Her hot and voluptuous figure was clad in a mysterious black corset skirt, complemented by black silk stockings wrapped around her jade legs, exuding a mature and sexy charm.

Saintly and sweet in white, mysterious and sexy in black.

Xiaowu and Ye Lingling, dressed in contrasting black and white, stood together prettily.

The sight delivered a different visual impact to Luo Yu, causing his heart rate to speed up a few beats.

"Xiaowu, Lingling, it's been a long time," he said.

Luo Yu waved his hand, his handsome face breaking into a charming smile.

Ye Lingling's lips parted slightly, her beautiful eyes appearing hazy as she replied softly, "It has indeed been a long time."

With a clack of her heels, Xiaowu's black silk legs moved, taking her a few steps to stand right in front of Luo Yu.

"You shameless man, you still have the nerve to say it's been a long time."

"So many women here are thinking about you, and you couldn't bear to come back sooner."

She pursed her moist, thin lips, and her glance swept subtly over Bi Bidong and the A'yin Sisters.

"Be honest, does some vixen outside have her hooks in you? Is that why you never came home?"

Before Luo Yu could respond, three cold snorts sounded from the side.

The A'yin Sisters and Bi Bidong had stern expressions, all glaring towards Xiaowu.

The air was thick with the scent of jealousy, and it seemed as if sparks of a spat were about to ignite.

Luo Yu couldn't just sit there any longer; he loudly cleared his throat.

Immediately, Bi Bidong and the A'yin Sisters' gazes faltered, their domineering aura waning.

They had no choice—the family discipline was simply too severe.

Seeing Luo Yu's stern expression, Xiaowu dared not make any more insinuations.

She slightly bent her knees, the black silk on her legs stretching, revealing a sliver of flesh tone.

With her lips pouted and her beautiful eyes blinking, her long eyelashes quivering as if they might drip water, she said, "Brother Yu, don't be mad."

"I was just, you know, joking out of jealousy earlier."

"I know you've been working hard outside. A'yin has told us."

Before Luo Yu could open his mouth to respond, Lan Ling'er was already displeased.

"Xiaowu, make yourself clear, since when did my sister become your sister?"

"Shouldn't she be called sister?" Xiaowu said with a light, cheerful smile. "My daughter seems to be about your age."

Lan Ling'er took a deep breath, then the corners of her mouth lifted, "if that's the case, should we sisters call you little aunt?"

"You—"

Xiaowu was fuming but didn't dare to argue with Lan Ling'er, instead tugging at Luo Yu's sleeve.

"Brother Yu, look at her, that's too much, calling me auntie!"

Lan Ling'er pouted, "Tsk, I'm just telling it like it is, who told you to mention that I'm the same generation as your daughter."

Luo Yu slapped his forehead and said helplessly:

"I mean, how big are you two to still be tattling like children?"

"And with so many people around watching."

Xiaowu, in her fluid silver stockings and high heels, rolled her eyes on the side.

You all fight and be jealous if you want.

Why keep dragging me into it?

Am I, Xiao Wu, some kind of unit of measurement?

Is it shameful to be considered of the same generation as me?

At this point, Bi Bidong displayed the dignity of the Female Pope.

"Sisters, that's enough."

"Let's go inside to talk."

"It's not proper to stand out here."

The women glanced around and realized it indeed was not appropriate.

The surrounding hotel guests and the front desk attendants were already staring in shock, their mouths agape.

These men had been watching for a long while, and it was clear to them now.

So many rare beauties that one seldom sees—all of them belonging to one man.

And they had almost come to blows over this man, which was simply too unbelievable.

The front desk attendants even pinched themselves hard under the counter, suspecting they were dreaming. It was as though they'd saved Soul Land several times in their past lives to be blessed with such a sight.

Watching the Zhu Zhuqing sisters, Xiao Wu and her mother, the A'yin sisters, along with Ye Lingling and Bi Bidong subtly competing for control over the wheelchair's armrest as they escorted Luo Yu upstairs.

The group of men were dealt another ten thousand points of critical damage.

Their hearts were bleeding.

Any one of these goddesses was beyond their reach for a lifetime; how could they all follow an ordinary man with such devotion?

They compared themselves and it seemed the biggest difference was that they were not in wheelchairs?

The group of single men looked thoughtfully down at their own legs.

The hotel might be old, but it had every facility one could need.

There was a spacious meeting hall specially designed for conferences on the upper floor.

Surrounded by the women and brought here, Luo Yu encountered some old acquaintances.

There was Flander with small glasses and a hooked nose, and Zhao Wuji with a physique like a bear, who were giving a stern lecture to Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar.

At Luo Yu's entrance, their expressions froze momentarily.

"Luo Yu?"

Dai Mubai shivered involuntarily, as if he remembered the experience of being pinned to the ground and mercilessly tormented by the other party.

Oscar and Ma Hongjun's faces also turned somewhat pale; Luo Yu had already put fear in them.

Flander and Zhao Wuji quickly jogged over.

Not moments before, they had been delivering a commanding lecture to the three men.

Now, with no trace of the dignity of a dean or a vice-dean, they were extraordinarily deferent to Luo Yu.

"Brother Luo Yu, how come you're only back now? Old Zhao and I have missed you terribly."

Flander took off his glasses and wiped them.

Zhao Wuji said attentively, "How's your leg now? If the wheelchair is uncomfortable, I, Old Zhao, wouldn't mind carrying you on my back when we go out."

The corners of Luo Yu's mouth twitched, "Could you two be any more pretentious..."

"Ah..."

Flander and Zhao Wuji were at a loss for words for a moment.

The truth was, they genuinely did not know how to act around Luo Yu.

In their hearts, Luo Yu's level was far beyond their own.

So they were exceedingly careful when they spoke, worried about displeasing Luo Yu.

Luo Yu waved his hand dismissively.

"Alright, no need for formalities, just sit down and we'll talk."

"Yes, sir." Flander and Zhao Wuji quickly vacated the main seats.

Luo Yu glanced at Dai Mubai and the other two men standing rigidly, hesitating to seat themselves.

"You three, sit down as well."

"We... may we?" Ma Hongjun's voice trembled slightly.

Luo Yu glared, "What are you afraid of? I don't bite."

The three men shivered again, and Dai Mubai thought to himself, you don't eat people indeed.

But you do beat them up severely at the drop of a hat.

Eventually, the three men sat timidly, curled up like they were aggrieved, not daring to utter a word.

After everyone was seated, Flander and Zhao Wuji's nerves slightly relaxed.

Their eyes shifted away from Luo Yu, but when they caught sight of Bi Bidong next to him,

their pupils suddenly shrunk to the size of pinholes and their bodies jolted as they stood up with a thud.

Flander's face twitched, unable to believe what he was seeing,

"Pope... Your Holiness???"

Zhao Wuji was so startled he couldn't speak.