Chapter 267: The War God's Widow! Surrender in the Bedroom!
"Me? You want me to take charge of the Dragon King Society?"
Inside the private luxury villa in Tangquan No. 1, Jinling.
Luo Yuhe sat on the edge of the plush velvet bed, her bright phoenix eyes wide with shock. Her moist red lips parted slightly, revealing a glimpse of pearly white teeth, as she looked at the man standing before her in disbelief.
She was wearing a simple, translucent black silk robe that barely contained her explosive, mature figure. The fabric clung to her damp skin—she had just stepped out of the bath—outlining the terrifyingly curvaceous silhouette of a woman in her prime.
Her long, wet black hair cascaded over her snowy shoulders like a waterfall, framing a face that combined the heroic spirit of a warrior with the soft vulnerability of a longing lover.
Shen Anyu didn't answer immediately.
He stood there, his burning gaze sweeping over her body like a brush of fire. He looked at the water droplets sliding down her neck, disappearing into the deep valley of her cleavage.
Luo Yuhe had been very happy to see Shen Anyu's arrival today.
Recently, her adopted daughter, Luo Xiaoxiao, had started attending an elite daycare. The little girl finally had friends, leaving the beautiful widow alone in this huge, empty villa.
Shen Anyu hadn't visited for a week. The loneliness had been gnawing at her bones.
But Luo Yuhe was not a weak woman who just sat around feeling "empty, lonely, and cold." She was a warrior at heart.
If she had nothing to do... she trained.
In the past few years, she had been poisoned, persecuted, and forced to live under bridges. She had no energy for martial arts then. But now?
With Shen Anyu's help—his detoxification and his miraculous [Essence Nourishing Pills]—her diligent cultivation had yielded terrifying results. She had recovered to the Grandmaster Peak level. Her body was honed to perfection, powerful and flexible.
However... taking over a criminal empire?
Luo Yuhe hadn't expected Shen Anyu to ask her to take charge of the Dragon King Society.
Shen Anyu smiled. He stepped forward, closing the distance between them.
"We can talk about business later."
His voice was low, husky, and filled with intent.
He reached out, his large hand grasping her slender waist through the thin silk. The heat of his palm penetrated the fabric instantly, scalding her skin.
"An'yu..."
Luo Yuhe's breath hitched. Her legs went weak.
She saw the intense, possessive fire in his eyes. Her pretty face flushed a deep crimson, but she didn't avert her eyes like a shy girl. She was a mature woman who knew what she wanted.
Instead, she straightened her back, actively thrusting her proud curves forward.
Shen Anyu's hand moved up. He tugged at the belt of her robe.
Swish.
The silk knot unraveled. The black robe slid down her shoulders, revealing skin as white and smooth as cream.
"You are beautiful, Yuhe."
He leaned down, burying his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent—a mix of bath salts and her natural, intoxicating body fragrance. He bit lightly on her collarbone.
"Ah!"
Luo Yuhe gasped, her head falling back. Her body trembled violently in his arms.
She was a Grandmaster Peak expert. She could crush a rock with her grip. But under Shen Anyu's touch, she had no strength to resist. She melted like wax.
Shen Anyu didn't stand on ceremony. He swept her up into his arms, tossing her onto the soft mattress.
He followed her down, his body covering hers, pressing her into the sheets.
The room filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, the friction of skin against skin, and the soft, suppressed moans of a woman being conquered.
It was a battle. Not of martial arts, but of endurance and pleasure.
...
[Two Hours Later]
The bedroom was messy. The sheets were tangled, pillows thrown on the floor. The air was thick, heavy with the musky scent of the aftermath.
Luo Yuhe lay on Shen Anyu's chest, her body limp and devoid of strength. Her skin glowed with a healthy, rosy flush from head to toe. Her long dark hair was messy, spreading over Shen Anyu's arm like ink.
She looked content, lazy, and thoroughly satisfied. It was a heartwarming intimacy that gave a sense of home.
Only now did Shen Anyu feel satisfied enough to talk business.
He ran his hand down her smooth back, tracing the line of her spine.
"Yuhe... listen to me."
"I have great use for the Dragon King Society. It controls the underground routes of the entire South. It is a powerful tool. And it must be entrusted to someone capable and trustworthy."
"Han Qi... is no longer suitable. He is trash."
Luo Yuhe listened quietly, her finger drawing circles on his chest.
"Your strength has already reached Grandmaster Peak. With your aptitude, it won't be long before you step into the Great Grandmaster realm. You have the strength to suppress those gangsters."
"And more importantly... you are the woman I completely trust. I can entrust my back to you."
Shen Anyu looked into her eyes seriously.
"There is no one more suitable than you. You have the strength of a General and the heart of a Queen."
These words were half-true, half-manipulation. Shen Anyu indeed trusted Luo Yuhe deeply, as her Favorability had already reached 100% (Unswerving Loyalty). She would die for him.
Luo Yuhe looked up, meeting Shen Anyu's gentle, affectionate gaze.
Her heart felt filled with warmth.
After years of being treated as trash, as a "Family Disgrace"... this man treated her as his partner. His general. His queen.
Without further hesitation, she nodded firmly, her eyes shining with devotion.
"An'yu. If you want me to take charge of the Dragon King Society... then I will."
"I will guard it for you. I will make sure no one dares to disobey your will."
At this point, Luo Yuhe hesitated for a moment, biting her swollen red lip. A rare look of insecurity appeared on her face.
"It's just... I'm good at fighting. But management? Politics?"
"If I don't manage it well... you mustn't laugh at me. I don't want to disappoint you."
Shen Anyu smiled softly. He pinched her nose affectionately.
"Silly. Of course, I won't laugh at you."
"In fact, I'm only asking you to oversee the Dragon King Society. You are the deterrent. The nuclear weapon."
"The specific trivial matters—accounting, logistics—will naturally be handled by professional managers I send over. You won't be tired. You just need to sit on the throne and look intimidating."
Luo Yuhe immediately felt relieved. She let out a breath, her chest heaving against him.
"Okay. I can do intimidating. I'm quite skilled at cutting people who annoy me."
She smiled, a dangerous, beautiful smile that reminded Shen Anyu she was the legacy of a War God.
"Yuhe," Shen Anyu asked casually, playing with her hair. "How much do you know about the Dragon King Society?"
Listening to Shen Anyu's question, Luo Yuhe's expression became slightly complex.
"The Jinling Luo Family... my family... recently sent me many letters."
She sighed.
"Some of them mentioned the Dragon King Society. They are terrified of it. They know that the underworld in several provinces of Jiangnan is now dominated by Dragon King Mr. Han."
"It is said that behind Mr. Han, there is an extraordinary Grandmaster supporting him. But I didn't expect it to be you, An'yu."
At this point, Luo Yuhe's mood was complicated.
The Jinling Luo Family was her maiden family. They were a famous wealthy family in Jiangnan.
However, a few years ago, when her elder sister Luo Xuemei died and the original "War God" Yan Lingxiao went mad... the Luo Family abandoned them. They expelled her. They let her rot on the streets with her niece.
Recently, due to the Luo Family learning about Luo Yuhe's involvement with the Young Master of the Yanxia Shen Family... their attitude had done a 180-degree turn.
They eagerly came forward to mend relations. They sent gifts. They sent letters reminiscing about "old times."
Luo Yuhe found it disgusting. She refused to meet them.
Shen Anyu raised an eyebrow. He saw the disdain in her eyes.
He teased:
"The Dragon King Society's headquarters are in Jinling. That's your hometown."
"If you still hold resentment towards the Luo Family... you can bring a thousand men to their door."
"You can slap their faces. You can shout the classic line: 'The five-year period is up! Do not bully a poor girl!'"
"Hahahaha!"
Luo Yuhe burst into laughter. Her exquisite face bloomed like a hundred flowers opening at once.
She playfully rolled her phoenix eyes at Shen Anyu, slapping his chest lightly.
"Oh, really! You're just like a child sometimes! You read too many novels!"
"I'm not some 'Dragon King' protagonist. I wouldn't stoop to bickering with the Luo Family like that. They aren't worth my energy."
She stopped laughing, her expression turning soft. She leaned her head against Shen Anyu's shoulder, listening to his heartbeat.
"Regarding the Luo Family... I don't want to seek revenge. I don't want to make a scene. They are strangers to me now."
"I only have you, An'yu."
"I only want to be with you. To raise my elder sister's daughter, Luoxiao, properly."
She traced the line of his jaw with her finger.
"And... it would be best to have a child with you too. One or two. Preferably a boy and a girl."
"That would be enough for me."
"Being a good wife and mother... helping you in the shadows... that's what I most hope for the rest of my life."
At this moment, Luo Yuhe exuded a maternal tenderness that was intoxicating. It was a rich, mature femininity that young girls like Liu Mi simply couldn't possess.
Shen Anyu felt a surge of affection... and desire.
"A good wife and mother? I like the sound of that."
He kissed her deeply again.
"It's almost noon already... really... I can't do anything with you..."
Luo Yuhe gently pushed Shen Anyu away, blushing furiously, but she clearly didn't use much strength. She gave him a playful glare before letting Shen Anyu pull her back down for "Round Two."
It wasn't until late afternoon that Shen Anyu reluctantly left the villa.
Walking to his car, he adjusted his suit, feeling the pleasant fatigue in his muscles.
"A beauty's embrace is truly a hero's tomb. The ancients did not deceive me."
"Shen Anyu, oh Shen Anyu... you cannot indulge like this anymore. You must strive! You have Villains to kill and Protagonists to harvest!"
He got into the driver's seat.
"Right. Where should I go tonight?"
"Home to find my adorable little maid Ruan Lingshan? Or to find Lin Keqing or Xu Ruoshui?"
"Or perhaps... to capture that Daughter of Destiny Wen Feifei? She must be feeling lonely and scared right now."
Shen Anyu pinched his chin, deep in thought. The burdens of a Harem King were heavy.
Ring, ring!
Just then, his phone rang.
Shen Anyu casually picked it up.
It was a video call from Su Hongmian.
"Hello, Mianmian? Missing me already?"
"Bad guy! Shut up and listen!"
Su Hongmian's voice was urgent, breathless. The background noise was chaotic—shouting, cheering, and the sound of heavy impacts.
"Hurry to Modu University! The gymnasium!"
"Someone's challenging us! It's a dojo storming!"
"Come quickly to help! Jiang Linlin is in trouble!"
"Hmm? Challenging?"
Shen Anyu was surprised. "Who dares to challenge my women in Modu?"
While talking to Su Hongmian, he activated his [Nanometer Monitoring Robot] surveillance network linked to his contact lenses.
A holographic screen appeared in his vision.
He saw the situation at the Modu University gymnasium.
It was chaos.
A group of people in traditional martial arts uniforms—wearing the emblem of a White Crane—were standing in the center of the gym, looking arrogant.
And facing them... was a very familiar, very angry figure.
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