Soul Land—Chapter 125: Cousin, No Affection, No Feelings — I Hate Her the Most
In a villa, in Qian Renxue's room.
"Hmph." Qian Renxue sat on the sofa, her delicate face full of resentment. She punched the pillow in her arms with her little fist. The pillow instantly dented from her punch, then quickly bounced back to its original shape.
"Damn it."
She threw the pillow aside, took off her shoes, and lay down on the sofa, her chest heaving violently from emotional upheaval.
Ling Qianyao sat down beside her and gently rubbed her temples with his fingers. A stream of star power flowed along her meridians, calming her turbulent breath.
"Calm down."
"Oh."
Qian Renxue responded obediently, but the turbulence in her heart still lingered for a long time.
Zhu Zhuqing handed her a cup of tea for nourishment. "Today, during your visit to the Pope's Palace, you didn't seem to have a good relationship with the Pope. But, why do you call her 'sister'?"
Qian Renxue took the tea and sipped it quietly. After a moment of silence, she whispered, "Cousin, no affection, no feelings. I hate her the most."
Zhu Zhuqing raised her eyebrows slightly and gave Ling Qianyao a look. He nodded in understanding and left for a moment.
Zhu Zhuqing then sat down next to Qian Renxue. "Although I don't know what the Pope has done to you, I can feel that she is not someone without affection, a truly detestable existence, in your heart.
You say you hate her, but when you mention her, the emotions in your eyes are very complicated."
"That's because…" Qian Renxue wanted to defend herself, but Zhu Zhuqing reached out, took the crumpled pillow she had just thrown away, and placed it in front of her.
Qian Renxue blushed.
Zhu Zhuqing smiled softly, smoothing out the pillow's wrinkles, then placed it back in her arms. "This pillow has been beaten and kneaded by you, but as long as you smooth it gently, it will still be soft again. The human heart is the same—no matter how deep the resentment, there's still a soft spot."
Qian Renxue touched the pillow, then turned her head away. "You don't understand. She's never fulfilled her duties as a sister."
Zhu Zhuqing held her hand gently. "I also have a sister. We used to hate each other. I thought there was only resentment between us, but later I realized she was very kind to me. Emotions never fade—they just hide well. Her name is Zhu Zhuyun."
After hearing Zhu Zhuqing's story, Qian Renxue fell silent, her eyes flickering. "No, she's different. Every expectation ends in disappointment, and every approach is ruthlessly pushed away. She never gives me warmth—only indifference."
Zhu Zhuqing was silent for a moment, then sighed. "Maybe, but I believe her feelings won't just disappear. If she doesn't want to contact you, she'll vent her emotions elsewhere."
Hu Liena? Qian Renxue's expression changed. So, she has maternal feelings, but just refuses to pour them out? Why? She's her daughter—she has no reason not to love her.
Unless she hates my father...
"If you're upset, it's better not to think about it," Zhu Zhuqing said softly. "At least, Qianyao and I are here with you."
"Thank you, Zhuqing," Qian Renxue lowered her eyebrows slightly. She murmured inwardly, 'But some things can't just be put down. I need her explanation and apology.'
At this moment, Ling Qianyao approached and handed her a teacup. He then handed the cup to Zhu Zhuqing.
Zhu Zhuqing accepted it, gently patted Qian Renxue's shoulder, offered her a comforting look, and then turned to leave, giving the two space to talk alone.
"Are you feeling better?" Ling Qianyao's tone was gentle as he sat down on a nearby chair.
"Not bad." Qian Renxue smiled and lazily put her legs on his, exuding a relaxed, casual attitude.
Ling Qianyao smiled lightly, lifted her feet, and began to massage them with skillful techniques.
"Hm."
"Itchy." Qian Renxue pouted, her delicate toes curling slightly on Ling Qianyao's abdomen. She poked him coquettishly.
"Are you doing this on purpose? You better be careful tonight, this is my home. I know every corner very well, let's see how I deal with you.."
Ling Qianyao happily held her rebellious feet, the numbness spreading along his fingertips. An inexplicable sense of shame and excitement quietly grew in Qian Renxue's heart.
She couldn't help but moan. Her charming voice echoed softly in the quiet space, so clear it instantly heightened the atmosphere.
Qian Renxue's cheeks blushed. She wanted to struggle but was held captive by Ling Qianyao. She turned her head slightly, pursed her lips, and began to enjoy the sensation.
Suddenly, Ling Qianyao spoke. "There's something wrong with the soul of Her Holiness the Pope. Her mental power seems unstable."
Qian Renxue's body stiffened, her charming thoughts instantly dissipating. She abruptly turned her head and looked at Ling Qianyao, eyes full of shock and confusion. "What did you say? Her… her soul and mental power?"
Ling Qianyao nodded. "You know the effect of my illusion-breaking eye. I can see through the soul. Her current state is very bad—an evil thought has eroded her soul. Her originally pure, white soul is now soaked in blood—like a white flower stained with ink, slowly bleeding."
"Impossible," Qian Renxue's eyes widened. "She's a 98th-level Super Douluo. What kind of power can erode her to this extent? Even a hidden Ultimate Douluo wouldn't be able to do this without her noticing."
A gleam of understanding appeared in her eyes. Could this be the reason? Her soul and mental power are being eroded, so she's acting abnormally?
Qian Renxue stood sharply, glaring at Ling Qianyao. "Qianyao, you must have a solution, right? She must've gone crazy today. Your Martial Soul has the power of purification—you helped her dispel the evil thoughts that were eroding her soul just now and temporarily stabilized her. Can it be completely cured?"
Ling Qianyao looked at her strangely. 'Why do you seem to want to hand me over to her? Your idea is very dangerous!'
"I don't know," he said, shaking his head. He took out Immortal Herb from his storage soul guidance device. "But it might help her—though the effect may not be very strong.
This is called Jadeite Pure Heart Lotus. It's another immortal herb that grows in the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well. Its age isn't very high, but after nourishing it with star power, it's probably over a thousand years old now.
It has the effect of calming the mind and nourishing the spirit. Taking it can repair part of her soul."
Qian Renxue eagerly grabbed the Jadeite Pure Heart Lotus, a gleam in her eyes.
(End of this chapter)