Dressed in a magnificent red outfit paired with bright silver high heels, she descended as if she were a queen from the heavens.
In fact, this woman was none other than Liu Yan'er, known as the Rose Queen and the owner behind the scenes of the Night Rose bar.
Everyone present gazed at her with infatuation. They had long heard that the owner of Night Rose was a stunningly sexy and charming beauty, and seeing her now, it was clear the reputation was well-deserved.
A faint smile played on Liu Yan'er’s lips, and her fiery red lipstick seemed to emit a lethal temptation. As she walked beside Ye Qingcheng, those around them were instantly dazed. When these two top-tier beauties met, their looks were evenly matched; the only difference was that Ye Qingcheng was cold and aloof, while Liu Yan'er was seductive—like ice and fire.
This combination of ice and fire was enough to drive a man to his limits.
"Young Master Tang?"
Tang Lei had been lost in the charm of Liu Yan'er until her soft call brought him back to his senses.
"Miss Yan'er, it's not that I’m intentionally causing trouble at your establishment, but this pair of wretches just mocked me, and I’m only looking for justice."
"Is that so?"
Liu Yan'er gave a charming smile and suddenly looked at Ye Qingcheng, saying, "Sister, he called you a wretch."
Sister?
Tang Lei’s expression froze instantly. A wave of murmurs erupted around them. Who could have imagined that these two rare, breathtaking beauties were sisters? Truly, like attracts like, and people group together by their kind.
Ye Qingcheng had drunk quite a bit of red wine and her cheeks were slightly flushed, yet her tone remained cold and aloof as she said, "Then have him slap his own mouth."
"Very well."
Liu Yan'er turned, looking at Tang Lei with a beaming smile. "Young Master Tang, my sister doesn't like what you just said. She wants you to slap your own face."
Tang Lei had clearly heard Ye Qingcheng’s words; he didn't need Liu Yan'er to relay them. He was simply stunned.
Liu Yan'er added, "If you aren't brave enough to do it yourself, Young Master Tang, I can have my people do it for you. Or, perhaps I should discuss this with your father personally?"
Although a faint smile never left her lips, Tang Lei felt the aura of a queen; it was as if her words were an imperial decree.
"No... no need, I'll do it myself."
Tang Lei ultimately succumbed to Liu Yan'er’s overwhelming presence, obediently slapping himself several times before slinking away in frustration.
Only then did Liu Yan'er carefully examine Lu Yun. "And who is this?"
"Oh, he is my boyfriend. His surname is Lu."
Before Lu Yun could speak, Ye Qingcheng stepped in first, following her plan to surprise Liu Yan'er.
A hint of surprise flickered in Liu Yan'er's long, narrow eyes. "Boyfriend?" She scrutinized Lu Yun suspiciously.
Lu Yun nodded.
Liu Yan'er’s expression turned complex. She took Ye Qingcheng’s hand and pulled her aside to whisper, "Sister, is he really your boyfriend? You aren't joking with me, are you?"
Ye Qingcheng replied, "Don't you think he looks like someone? And his surname is the same, too."
Liu Yan'er naturally knew who Ye Qingcheng was talking about, but she urged, "I know you miss Little Luyun, and so do I. But you can’t just give yourself away because he looks like him!"
Ye Qingcheng didn't take her words to heart at all. Instead, she blinked and said, "Third Sister, I want to discuss something with you. Do you remember how we promised when we were little that when we grew up, we would marry the same man?"
Liu Yan'er nodded. She remembered the words, of course, but it had just been a childhood joke.
"I have decided to marry him. That’s why I came here—to introduce you to him. Not only that, but later I’m going to take him to meet the other sisters."
Ye Qingcheng’s words were shocking, causing Liu Yan'er’s eyes to widen. She hurriedly placed her hand on Ye Qingcheng’s forehead. "Big Sister, are you having a fever?" She couldn't believe her eldest sister would say such a thing; after all, she had always been the most rational one!
Ignoring Liu Yan'er’s astonished look, Ye Qingcheng continued, "I’ve already asked my boyfriend, and he said he doesn't mind living with the seven of us."
At these words, black lines appeared on Liu Yan'er’s pretty face. That goes without saying! With the seven of them being so outstanding, he’d be overjoyed—how could he possibly mind? How could her eldest sister not understand this? Could being in love really lower one’s intelligence?
Liu Yan'er felt her eldest sister had lost her mind. Since she couldn't reason with her, she would have to deal with the 'boyfriend' himself.
However, Liu Yan'er didn't know that as she turned away, a cunning smile appeared on Ye Qingcheng’s lips. She gave Lu Yun a look, as if saying: *My act is done; the rest is up to you.*
Lu Yun understood perfectly. He said with extreme arrogance, "So you’re Chencheng’s Third Sister. Since she’s already told you, I won't repeat it. I hope you won't be unappreciative."
"..."
*What kind of person is this?*
Liu Yan'er gritted her teeth. This guy was a typical scumbag who had gotten a great deal and was still acting arrogant. *Pfft, scum!*
"I think we should go upstairs and talk."
Although she was furious, Liu Yan'er maintained her queenly aura and cast a cold glance at Lu Yun.
Lu Yun certainly wouldn't refuse. While walking upstairs, he followed behind, silently admiring Sister Yan'er’s sultry figure. Below, the crowd watched this, their teeth itching with envy. They couldn't figure out what kind of incredible luck Lu Yun had—to already have one cold goddess was enough, but now he was being invited to a private VIP room by the Rose Queen herself. It truly was infuriating to compare oneself to others.
The elegant VIP room was soundproofed; once the door was closed, not a single sound from outside could penetrate.
But Lu Yun suddenly felt a chill.
Liu Yan'er sat on the leather sofa with her legs crossed. Her bright silver high heels seemed to glint with a cold light as her queenly aura fully manifested.
"Sit!" Liu Yan'er said coldly.
Lu Yun chuckled. Instead of sitting on the opposite sofa, he walked straight to Liu Yan'er's side and plopped down.
Liu Yan'er’s brows furrowed instantly, and a look of disgust flashed in her beautiful eyes. *This scumbag is so shameless. If it weren't for Big Sister's sake, I’d hack him to pieces.*
She thought of a playboy from the Chen Family in Jiangbei, Chen Zi'ang, who had relied on his background to act lawlessly and ruin countless girls. In the end, she couldn't stand it anymore and found an opportunity to turn him into a eunuch. If this guy surnamed Lu continued to be so thick-skinned, Liu Yan'er wouldn't mind adding another eunuch to Jiangcheng.
***
**Chapter 17: Liu Yan'er's Killing Intent**
"Long story short, leave my sister. You aren't worthy of her."
The moment Lu Yun sat down, Liu Yan'er brought up the topic directly, not wanting to waste another minute on him.
Lu Yun said nonchalantly, "Qingcheng and I are truly in love. How can you be so cruel as to tear us apart?"
"Heh..." Liu Yan'er sneered. "If you truly loved my sister, you wouldn't be lusting after other women at the same time."
"How can you call it lust? This is what they call 'loving the house and its crow.' You are Qingcheng’s sister; since I love Qingcheng, of course, I like you too."
Lu Yun laughed helplessly, and while he was at it, he shamelessly reached out to wrap his arm around Liu Yan'er’s slender waist.
In an instant, a chilling aura surged toward Lu Yun’s legs. He hurriedly shifted backward, and when he looked down, he saw a cold, sharp dagger buried in the sofa exactly where his legs had been.
*Good grief.* If he hadn't sensed it earlier and moved twenty centimeters back, that blade would have sliced off his manhood. Sister Yan'er was truly a ruthless woman!
While Lu Yun was scared, he was also puzzled: could an ordinary person have such skills?
Lu Yun possessed a transcendent status. His public influence included the Thirty-Six Gang, and beyond that, he controlled the Seventy-Two Dark Divisions—a hidden power. Through these divisions, he could easily have found information on every one of his sisters, but he hadn't. He respected their privacy. That was why he didn't know that this Sister Yan'er, who appeared to be a bar owner on the surface, had a double life as the terrifying cold-blooded assassin known as the Night Rose.
Night Rose. Just like the name of the bar. It was because of this that people were even less likely to link Liu Yan'er to the cold-blooded assassin, for no assassin would be foolish enough to expose their own identity.
Returning to the matter at hand: Liu Yan'er was surprised that her strike hadn't landed; she hadn't missed a target in a long time. She quickly pulled out the dagger and thrust it sideways. The cold gleam zeroed in on Lu Yun's throat, but he was prepared. He leaned his body back, flipping over the back of the sofa. The sharp dagger grazed his face by less than a centimeter.
Liu Yan'er stood up abruptly, her face full of hostility. "You aren't an ordinary person."
If dodging the first attack was luck, the second definitely wasn't. Liu Yan'er wasn't naive; she could see through Lu Yun's skills and even sense that his strength surpassed her own.
Lu Yun smiled. "A lady shouldn't play with knives; it's dangerous."
As soon as he finished speaking, he lunged forward and flicked his finger. A crisp *ding* echoed through the room, and the dagger in Liu Yan'er’s hand was sent flying.
An assassin losing their weapon was a fatal error. A look of shock appeared in Liu Yan'er’s beautiful eyes, but in the next second, her body tensed up.
Lu Yun had suddenly opened his arms and given her a big hug. It was a very innocent embrace, but Liu Yan'er didn't understand it, thinking he was taking liberties with her.
*Whoosh!*
The cold killing intent within Liu Yan'er erupted. She wanted this shameless man dead!
But just then—
"Sister Yan'er, it's me, Little Luyun. I'm still alive."
Lu Yun’s gentle voice sounded.
Suddenly, Liu Yan'er’s psychological defenses crumbled. She trembled as she asked, "You... what did you say?"
"Third Sister, he is our brother, Little Luyun. He’s not a substitute boyfriend I found. We were just teasing you earlier!"
At that moment, Ye Qingcheng happened to push the door open. She was startled to see the chaotic scene in the booth; she never imagined they would have actually fought. Thank goodness she arrived in time.
Liu Yan'er was still skeptical. So, Lu Yun told her many things from their childhood and even accurately described a black mole beneath her left breast.
Liu Yan'er finally believed that her brother, Lu Yun, had returned.
Tears of excitement welled up instantly. Liu Yan'er hugged Lu Yun tightly, even more forcefully than he had hugged her. Lu Yun could clearly feel the heartbeat of Sister Yan'er; it was so real and intense. This feeling of happiness was indescribable.
After Liu Yan'er calmed down, the three chatted for a long time. Two hours passed before they realized it.
Liu Yan'er checked the time and exclaimed, "Oh no! I almost forgot about Elder Han."
"What's wrong?" Lu Yun asked.
"It's like this: Elder Han invited me to view his collection of calligraphy and paintings. The time was set for eight o'clock. There's no way to make it there in time now. I was going to tell him I wouldn't be going tonight so I could stay here and keep you company."
Liu Yan'er was a calligraphy and painting enthusiast. Whenever she returned from a mission, she would practice calligraphy or draw to calm her nerves. Not long ago, she had met Elder Han, a well-known collector who had invited several enthusiasts to view his collection tonight.
Just as she was about to call Elder Han to explain, Lu Yun suddenly said, "Sister Yan'er, let me go with you!"
"You're interested in calligraphy and painting too?" Liu Yan'er asked.
"Yes!" Lu Yun nodded. "I doodle a bit occasionally, just to entertain myself."
From the age of five until fifteen, he had lived in a Taoist temple on the mountain with no entertainment. Besides practicing the skills taught by the old Taoist, his most relaxing activity was painting. So, he could be considered a semi-enthusiast.
Hearing Lu Yun say this, Liu Yan'er decided not to cancel. Instead, she told Elder Han she would be arriving a bit late, and the generous old man said it was no problem.
The three of them left the VIP room together. Lu Yun walked in the middle, with Sister Qingcheng on his left and Sister Yan'er on his right, each holding one of his arms.
One could only imagine the impact this shocking sight had on the bystanders. Two peerless beauties—if one could win just one of them, they would wake up laughing in their dreams. But Lu Yun? He had both. *This guy is too damn greedy!*
What surprised everyone most was that when the Rose Queen took Lu Yun upstairs, her expression had been cold, but two hours later, she acted like a different person, as intimate with Lu Yun as could be.
*What on earth happened in those two hours?*
Suddenly, everyone’s expression shifted as they seemed to guess something.
*Two hours...*
*No wonder.*
Everyone felt inferior.
***
**Chapter 18: Master Yunlu**
Ye Qingcheng wasn't interested in calligraphy or painting, so she headed back on her own.
On the way to the Han residence, Liu Yan'er was exceptionally excited because Elder Han had said he had just acquired an authentic work by Master Yunlu and would be displaying it tonight.
Lu Yun asked curiously, "Is this Master Yunlu very impressive?"
"Of course he is!"
"Master Yunlu is a master of the freehand style. Every one of his paintings uses only a few strokes, yet he manages to express a truly marvelous artistic conception. Moreover, this Master Yunlu is extremely mysterious. It's said that no one has ever seen his true face!"
Whenever she talked about Master Yunlu, Liu Yan'er immediately turned into a little fangirl, chattering on endlessly. Master Yunlu was her idol.
Lu Yun felt a bit jealous. He pouted and said, "I'd like to see just how good this Master Yunlu is to be worth you liking him so much."
Hearing this, a strange expression appeared on Liu Yan'er’s face. "Little Luyun, are you jealous?"
Lu Yun turned his head away without answering. Liu Yan'er smiled and comforted him, "Alright, don't be jealous. I only like Master Yunlu’s work, not the man himself. For all I know, he might be a seventy or eighty-year-old man!"
"That's more like it."
Lu Yun’s expression improved, though he felt a strange sensation in his heart. His feelings for his sisters were complex; he definitely loved them, but he wasn't sure what type of love it was. If he only thought of them as sisters, why did his heart ache when Sister Yan'er mentioned liking someone else? But if it wasn't a sibling bond, how should he handle the relationship between seven sisters? Could he really marry all seven of them? That would be too domineering; even Lu Yun looked down on himself for thinking that way.
Lost in his thoughts, they arrived at the Han residence. The butler was waiting at the entrance.
"Miss Liu, the master specifically instructed me to wait for you here. Please, follow me!"
"Right."
The two followed the butler to a quaint, elegant pavilion that Elder Han had specially built to house his art. There were already quite a few people inside when they entered.
"Haha, Miss Liu, please, do come in."
An energetic old man with a long white beard walked over, beaming with a smile. This was Elder Han.
Liu Yan'er introduced them proactively: "Elder Han, this is my brother, Lu Yun."
"Mr. Lu, welcome, welcome." Elder Han was very amiable, offering Lu Yun a kind smile, which Lu Yun returned politely.
"Miss Liu, I knew you loved Master Yunlu, so I specifically waited for you to arrive before starting the display," Elder Han said, leading them toward the exhibition hall.
Liu Yan'er felt flattered. "Thank you, Elder Han."
They soon entered the hall. Immediately, several unpleasant gazes pierced toward them. An oily-haired man snorted, "I was wondering who had such airs; so it's Miss Liu from the Night Rose bar. But this is a place of elegance; it’s not a place for you to come and wiggle your hips."
His words were filled with sarcasm, especially the word "Miss," which he emphasized heavily. Several chuckles erupted from the crowd. They had all been looking forward to viewing the Master's work, and Liu Yan'er had made them wait for so long; naturally, they were unhappy and took the chance to ridicule her.
Elder Han frowned. "Zhu Rong, how are you speaking? Everyone here is a calligraphy and painting enthusiast. We should set aside professions and get along."
"Apologies, Elder Han. It's not that I don't give you face, but I'm just not used to sharing a room with sharp-beaked animals."
Zhu Rong’s words became increasingly reckless. The "sharp-beaked animal" was a derogatory slang for a prostitute.
A cold look flashed in Liu Yan'er’s eyes. Before she could react, Lu Yun stepped forward and slapped Zhu Rong, sending him flying.
He would never allow anyone to insult his sister. Not even Jesus could stop him. Besides, with his exceptional medical skills, Lu Yun could already tell that Sister Yan'er was still a virgin. Her seductive exterior was merely a disguise. Therefore, he was even less inclined to let them slander her purity.
"You bastard, how dare you hit me..."
Zhu Rong scrambled up from the floor, rolling up his sleeves to settle the score with Lu Yun, but he was interrupted by a cold shout: "Apologize to Miss Liu and Elder Han!"
It was Zhu Rong’s father, Zhu Hongyuan. Both father and son were enthusiasts who had been invited to view the collection together.
"Dad..."
"Apologize! Or get out of here!" Zhu Hongyuan commanded, his tone brook no dissent.