Hearing Tang San's question, Ning Rongrong's body stiffened further, as if pierced by invisible ice needles. She, who had always been so proud and noble-born, was actually taking the initiative to beg someone—and that someone was Tang San!
Seeing Ning Rongrong's reaction, Tang San's interest was piqued. He slowly stood up and walked toward her.
"I asked you a question. Didn't you hear me?" Tang San's voice carried a hint of amusement, and the wicked smile at the corner of his lips looked particularly striking under the dim light.
Born into the Clear Sky Sect, Tang San had been of noble status since birth, and countless people had begged him for favors. But someone as interesting as Ning Rongrong was a first for him.
Ning Rongrong looked up and saw Tang San's wicked smile as he approached her step by step. Subconsciously, she took half a step back, her heel hitting the door with a soft thud.
Feeling the masculine aura emanating from Tang San, her cheeks flushed crimson in an instant, the heat spreading from her ears down to her neck like a ripened apple. Her usually lively and cunning eyes were now lowered, her long lashes trembling violently like startled butterfly wings.
After all, she was still young. Although Oscar often lingered around her, they had never been alone together. She had never experienced being in a small room, feeling a man's presence so closely.
Seeing Ning Rongrong flustered like a startled deer, devoid of her usual arrogance, Tang San chuckled. "What, are you poisoned too? Did the poison make you mute?"
"Yes... I'm begging you." Ning Rongrong finally forced out the words. Though soft, her voice carried the resolve of someone burning their bridges. She took a small step forward, her toes curling inward from nervousness, her body leaning slightly forward like a slender bamboo swaying but refusing to break in the wind. "Dai... Dai Mubai... he can't hold on much longer. Only you can get Dugu Bo to detoxify him. I—I want you to ask Dugu Bo to help."
At this, her throat bobbed, and she finally dared to meet Tang San's gaze, though her eyes were a mix of pleading and unwillingness.
"Oh?" Tang San's brow lifted slightly, and the smile vanished from his face in an instant. His tone was so flat it bordered on indifference. The soft sound of his footsteps was unnervingly clear in the silent room, each step pressing down on Ning Rongrong's taut nerves.
"Dai Mubai being poisoned—what does that have to do with me? I'm not from Shrek Academy, nor am I one of your Shrek Seven Monsters ." Tang San didn't move any closer, maintaining a distance of about one meter—just enough to catch the faint, unique fragrance emanating from Ning Rongrong.
Hearing Tang San's cold words, the color drained from Ning Rongrong's face, leaving her pale. She bit down hard on her lower lip, leaving a clear mark from the force.
Her knuckles turned white from how tightly she clenched her fists, trembling slightly as she said, "Tang San, I'm begging you. If this goes on, Dai Mubai will die."
Tears finally welled up uncontrollably in Ning Rongrong's eyes, hovering at the edges of her stubbornly maintained composure.
"You... you can't just stand by and watch him die," she pleaded.
"Are you trying to guilt-trip me?" Tang San let out a light laugh, devoid of any warmth and thick with mockery. "It's quite unexpected that you'd come to a 'man's' room in the dead of night to 'apologize' and 'plead.' I'm genuinely moved that you'd go this far for your companions—it's quite touching. But I'm not your little sausage boy. Your begging has no effect on me."
"You—!" Ning Rongrong trembled from the blunt humiliation, her pale cheeks flushing with shame and anger once more. She jerked her head up, her tear-filled eyes instantly igniting with fury, like a small beast whose tail had been stepped on. "Tang San! What exactly do you want?! I've already lowered my head and admitted my mistake—how much more do you want to humiliate me?!"
Faced with the pitiful, furious Ning Rongrong, Tang San's expression remained utterly unchanged. There was no softening at the sight of a woman's tears—just calm indifference. "Ning Rongrong, let me teach you one more thing. When negotiating, making deals, or even begging someone, remember this: what you say must benefit the other party. All that talk about Dai Mubai—what does that have to do with me? Did I poison him?"
"He even attacked me today. Though his strength is child's play, I don't mind being challenged. But I, Tang San, have no reason to owe a Titled Douluo a favor for a stranger. I'm no Buddha—saving lives to earn merit means nothing to me. If you want someone saved, go find the Spirit Hall Saintess. She might help."
"Go back."
Tang San turned away, clearly done with the conversation.
Seeing him about to leave and even issuing what sounded like a dismissal, Ning Rongrong panicked. She took a step forward and grabbed the hem of his sleeve.
Tang San glanced back at her. "What, are you trying to tear my clothes off now?"
"Don't go."
Tang San nearly rolled his eyes, thinking to himself, You're the one who should leave—this is my room!
Ning Rongrong lifted her head, staring at Tang San from inches away, her fingers gripping his sleeve tightly. "What will it take for you to save him?"
With a flick of his wrist, Tang San shook off her grip and turned fully to loom over her. "If you're begging, then beg properly. Do you really think a simple 'I'm sorry' and 'please save him' is enough to make me seek out a Titled Douluo for help? Miss Ning, are you... truly this naive?"
Ning Rongrong's pupils constricted sharply, as if all the strength had been drained from her body in an instant.
She stared into Tang San's icy, unfeeling eyes—devoid of even a shred of pity, filled only with cold calculation and the ease of one in complete control.
Now she understood. This wasn't just an apology. This was a transaction—one that would demand a heavy price from her. All her shame, resentment, and unwillingness shattered under the weight of this brutal reality, leaving only cold despair and endless humiliation. A scalding tear finally broke free, slipping silently down her pale, trembling cheek before hitting the cold floor.
Her gaze empty, Ning Rongrong slowly closed her eyes. Her hands moved to the buttons of her clothes, undoing them one by one, revealing snow-white skin beneath.
Seeing Ning Rongrong's actions, Tang San was completely dumbfounded. He grabbed her delicate hand and exclaimed, "What are you doing?!"
Having her hand suddenly seized by Tang San, Ning Rongrong's heart skipped a beat. As if resigning herself to fate, she cried out, "Isn't this what you want? I'll give it to you."
Tang San's head nearly tilted sideways in disbelief. Did she really think he was like those Shrek guys who frequented brothels? He had standards!
"What would I want with your body? Is it that valuable?" Tang San scoffed, realizing he'd nearly been taken advantage of by Ning Rongrong.
"What I want," Tang San said, "is for you to tell me about that Soul Master named Lan Yin from your academy."
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