“Eh? Eh? Eh…”

Chen Yanyu’s eyes widened. She let out a soft chuckle—clear and melodious as silver bells.

But how could she explain?

Could she really say, *“Actually, I’m tailing a terrifyingly handsome, utterly ruthless demonic cultivator!”*?

The silver-haired girl in the passenger seat nodded, cheeks flushed.

“Something like that… He and I have… a tiny bit of a special connection.”

*I wonder if he’s single…*

“I knew it,” the driver said warmly. “Sunglasses, sneaking around—you must have your reasons. A girl as lovely as you… sigh…”

He almost instinctively advised her to break up. *Nah. Let her decide.*

Chuckling, he added, “Miss, keep your phone ready. Catching a cheater? Snap proof—leave him no room to deny it!”

“Oh! Right, right!” Chen Yanyu gasped.

*Of course! To expose the demonic sect’s lair, I need photo evidence!*

*Once I catch this handsome demonic cultivator red-handed… hehe…*

*I am justice’s ally! Just like those righteous heroines in wuxia dramas!*

Watching her silly grin, the driver shook his head. *Why’s she so thrilled about catching a cheater? Does she… enjoy it? Kids these days…*

“Thank you, sir!” Chen Yanyu fumbled her phone from her bag, eyes locked on the car ahead.

Waiting.

For that terrifyingly handsome demonic cultivator to step out.

Then.

Luo Qingchuan’s car glided to a smooth stop before Colorful Park in Silver City.

He stepped out. His fox-like eyes—elegant, eerie—swept coldly behind him.

Not that he was in a bad mood.

His neutral expression simply carried a natural, unnerving sharpness.

Chen Yanyu ducked instantly.

Unbothered, Luo Qingchuan strolled toward the park.

*Kindergarten’s still in session. Might as well check the park.*

The golden-haired young master, brimming with dark charm, breathed in the crisp air and smiled slightly.

“I’ve heard… beautiful young mothers love bringing kids here. True?”

He rubbed his hands together, stepping in with quiet excitement.

*Just complete the task. See the reward.*

*Giving a lollipop to a young mother… no, to a little girl…* He shook his head hard.

*Why do I keep feeling like I’m committing a crime?*

The Fate Defiance System granted points for misdeeds—but fixed tasks brought extra rewards.

*The future’s treacherous. To survive… what’s wrong with a lollipop?*

Autumn wind whispered. Crimson leaves carpeted the path.

Luo Qingchuan began his little mission.

Behind him, a sneaky shadow trailed quietly.

With few visitors around, Chen Yanyu slipped into a corner and cast a concealment spell.

“So the demonic sect’s lair hides in a park? How mysterious.”

She floated three inches off the ground. Silvery-white, jade-like dragon horns emerged on her brow.

Her delicate figure glowed ethereal and sacred—ruined only by pitch-black sunglasses, breaking the “untouchable goddess” vibe.

Yet they added playful charm, creating an unexpectedly cute contrast with her divine dragon-maiden aura.

Luo Qingchuan sensed nothing. He strolled past fiery maples, utterly unaware.

Soon, he reached the playground: slides, a tiny sandbox, cartoon sheep decorations.

Young mothers—and a few grandmothers—played with children nearby.

He spotted a lone mother, tugged forward by her three-year-old.

“Mama! Ice cream! Ice cream!”

Neat braids framed the girl’s flushed face. She wailed dramatically, leaning backward, trusting Mama would never let go.

“No, sweetie,” the mother sighed. “Autumn’s cold. You’ll upset your tummy.”

“Wahhh… ice cream… wahhh…”

All noise, no tears. *Clever little actor.*

Luo Qingchuan smiled confidently.

*Time to commit a crime… no. Time to act!*

The braided girl, mid-wail, froze at the sight of him.

His eyes—long, elegant, fox-like—were striking.

But unsettling.

Smiling, yet somehow *more* unnerving.

Instinctively awed, she shrank into her mother’s arms, too scared to look back.

The young mother blinked in surprise.

His features were breathtakingly handsome—yet woven with eerie, ghostly allure.

Even his smile held a faint, unshakable chill.

“Hello,” Luo Qingchuan said politely, stopping.

*Stark contrast.*

“Uh… h-hello?”

“I heard this little sister crying hard,” he murmured gently, bending closer.

Behind a tree, Chen Yanyu peeked out, heart hammering.

*H-he wouldn’t target ordinary people… No one’s around!*

*Damn it! That mother and daughter are in the crosshairs of the ruthless demonic cultivator!*

She clenched her tiny fists, golden eyes blazing.

*Ready to leap out. Uphold justice. Battle him for three hundred rounds. No mercy!*

*Could she win? The fleeting aura of utter evil from the Falling Immortal Hotel lobby still haunted her…*

*No matter. Act when needed. Test his depth!*

*How could she stand by?!*

“Sorry if we disturbed you…” the mother apologized softly.

“No, no.”

Luo Qingchuan beamed. His right hand slipped into his pocket.

Chen Yanyu’s breath hitched. *Is he pulling a treacherous artifact?!*

Faint silver lightning crackled in her golden eyes—like a storm trapped behind glass.

She steeled herself. Ready to fight.

Then.

He pulled out a beautifully wrapped strawberry lollipop.

*He had no idea a stalker watched from the shadows.*

Offering an innocent smile, he said: “Little sister, too cold for ice cream. How about this lollipop?”

Huh?

Chen Yanyu froze.

Behind her sunglasses, her golden eyes widened—utterly, completely disbelieving.