NOVEL NEXT Chapter 63: Chapter 63
**Chapter 63: Your Big Brother Gave Too Much**
Inside the Great Fighting Soul Arena, Bibi Dong and the Spirit Hall entourage sat in the VIP seats. Her beautiful eyes scanned the area repeatedly, but there was no sign of Zhao Ling or Ah Yin.
Their absence puzzled her. Why hadn't they come to the arena that afternoon?
Compared to usual, there were noticeably fewer spectators in attendance. The arena looked somewhat empty. Many people, enticed by the 100 gold soul coins bounty, had scattered across the city in search of Yu Xiaogang.
However, Zhao Ling and Ah Yin, now possessing nearly 300,000 gold soul coins, had no need to join such a trivial hunt. This only deepened Bibi Dong's confusion about their absence.
From a distance, Liu Erlong also glanced at the empty seats where Zhao Ling and Ah Yin should have been. Her brows furrowed.
"Why didn't they show up?" she thought. "Could they have left the city? That can't be it… I'm not that unlucky, right?"
While the two women puzzled over the matter, illusory diary copies suddenly appeared before them, each marked with a golden exclamation point signaling an update.
Without hesitation, both women opened the copies with their minds and began to read.
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As Bibi Dong read through the diary's contents, her expression darkened. Her hands gripped the small table before her, and with a sharp motion, she overturned it entirely. The teapot and cups clattered to the ground, shattering on impact.
"Ah Yin, you shameless woman!" she fumed internally. "All I did was kiss Zhao Ling yesterday afternoon, and now you pull this?!"
Bibi Dong felt like she had barely regained the upper hand, but Ah Yin had gone straight to Zhao Ling's room and taken things to the next level. 'How could she do this?'
Her anger surged. She knew it was unreasonable to go too far, yet Ah Yin had clearly employed such underhanded means to provoke her.
Her body trembled with suppressed rage, radiating a murderous aura so intense that her companions shrank back nervously.
Ju Douluo, observing her sudden outburst, exchanged bewildered glances with Qian Hu and another Spirit Hall elder. Tentatively, he approached her.
"What's wrong, young lady? Why are you so angry all of a sudden?"
Bibi Dong clenched her fists, her voice trembling with suppressed frustration. "It's nothing. I just… suddenly feel an inexplicable rage in my heart."
Ju Douluo looked unconvinced but decided not to press further.
"Arrange five more ring matches for me," she ordered abruptly. "I need to vent."
Ju Douluo hesitated but nodded. "Understood…" He walked off, silently pitying the unfortunate opponents who would face her wrath that afternoon.
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Liu Erlong's reaction to the diary was notably different. She wasn't bothered by Zhao Ling's interactions with Ah Yin since they hadn't officially met yet. Instead, her focus was on the details about the mysterious "system."
'Threefold physique enhancement? A 20% overall physical boost?'
Her thoughts turned to the strange entity responsible for sending her the "Copy of Zhao Ling's Diary," the one that had extended her lifespan by 30 years and slowed her aging by 10%. Could this "system" be linked to that entity?
It seemed highly probable—she estimated an 80% likelihood. If so, the system was clearly bound to Zhao Ling, which meant her continued benefits depended on him.
The realization made her feel conflicted.
"Zhao Ling is already involved with Ah Yin, and his relationship with Bibi Dong is ambiguous. If I get involved too, wouldn't it look bad?" she wondered.
The idea of her father discovering such a situation made her cringe internally. 'He'd probably think I'd become someone's mistress! How embarrassing…'
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Meanwhile, Zhao Ling was blissfully unaware of Bibi Dong's seething anger or Liu Erlong's musings. After finishing lunch at a second-floor restaurant, he returned to his room with a meal for Ah Yin.
"Ah Yin, I'm back," he called softly as he entered. "Come on, let me help you up for lunch. You must be starving, and I'd feel bad if you were."
He placed the food on the dressing table and moved to help her. But as his eyes fell on her beautiful face and curvaceous figure, he couldn't stop himself from swallowing nervously.
Feeling his gaze, Ah Yin blushed and quickly wrapped herself in the quilt. "Why don't you turn around already? How long are you planning to stare?" she scolded playfully.
Zhao Ling turned away, slightly flustered, and waited as she dressed. Moments later, she called out gently, "Alright, you can turn around now."
Ah Yin attempted to head to the bathroom but winced in pain, her expression tightening. She turned to Zhao Ling with a pitiful look.
Without hesitation, Zhao Ling scooped her up in a princess carry and brought her to the bathroom. He left to give her privacy, waiting patiently until she called him back.
When he returned, he carried her back to the bed, setting her down carefully. "Ah Yin, since you're not feeling well, let's just stay in today. I'll keep you company."
"Hm…" Ah Yin nodded softly. She leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to his cheek. "Thank you for staying with me."
Zhao Ling smiled warmly, savoring the kiss. Ah Yin, sensing his joy, opened the lunch box and eagerly began to eat. The aroma of the dishes had piqued her appetite.
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Meanwhile, in a lower-grade hotel next door, Yu Xiaogang sat in room 313, seething with anger and confusion.
His eldest brother, accompanied by six relatives, had found his hiding place—thanks to the coachman he'd hired.
Yu Xiaogang glared at the driver, his voice rising in fury. "You've already taken my money! Why did you betray me?!"
The driver scratched his head awkwardly, holding a heavy bag of gold soul coins. "I didn't want to, but your elder brother offered me too much. I couldn't refuse…"
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