Married the Second Generation Fox Demon with a Baby in a Flash Marriage - Chapter 8

As Hu Mengmeng headed back to her dorm alone, she noticed a lively crowd on the main road. Many people were gathered around tables displaying recruitment information for various clubs. Hu Mengmeng paused. She had no interest in clubs, but she spotted a familiar figure in the most crowded line: Lin Yuanya.

Lin Yuanya was wearing a pink dress with puffy organza sleeves and a sequined headband. She looked ethereal.

Looking at her, a thought instinctively popped into Hu Mengmeng’s mind: Not quite “picture-perfect” level.

The demon race had its own hierarchy for human beauty and physique, and “picture-perfect” was actually the lowest tier of true beauty. Hu Mengmeng didn’t understand the logic behind this aesthetic system yet. To her human eyes, Lin Yuanya was already stunning, yet she didn’t even make the bottom of the demon ranking.

In the past, seeing Lin Yuanya would have made Hu Mengmeng’s heart race and her face flush. Now, she felt calm. The obsession had faded, and her perception of Lin Yuanya’s appearance had cooled. She still remembered that Lin Yuanya had saved her as a child, but thinking about the girl’s recent attitude, Hu Mengmeng reached up to touch the small bell on her neck with a hint of sadness.

She didn’t approach; she just watched from a distance.

“Xiaoya, are you sure you want to sign up for the Martial Arts Club? It’s so much work. Even after you sign up, there’s a screening process. If you don’t make the official team, you’re just auxiliary staff, and there’s mandatory training,” a girl in jeans and a ruffled top said worriedly. It was Gu Mingzhen (Zhenzhen), who was always by Lin Yuanya’s side.

She was slightly taller than Lin Yuanya and was currently acting as a pack mule, carrying a bag and a water bottle while Lin Yuanya stood empty-handed.

“I’ve done my research. Senior Ye goes to the Martial Arts Club most often, and their facilities are the best. I’m not afraid of hard work; I’ve taken Taekwondo before,” Lin Yuanya insisted firmly.

She liked Ye Xinyu, and she wasn’t about to miss this chance.

“Fine, I’ll join you,” Gu Mingzhen sighed. The two joined the queue.

Because of Ye Xinyu, the Martial Arts Club was an anomaly at Fengcheng University. It had the highest number of applicants—men, women, and plenty of rich heirs hoping to get close to Ye Xinyu. Consequently, it had an interview process and a high attrition rate. It was the hardest club to join.

Hu Mengmeng watched as Lin Yuanya successfully submitted her form and left. She walked closer to check the sign. It really was the Martial Arts Club.

In middle and high school, Hu Mengmeng’s athletic ability was near zero; her PE grades were a disaster. She wanted to stay as far away from martial arts as possible. Even with Lin Yuanya joining, she had no intention of signing up. She remembered her “glorious” history in PE class and didn’t want to embarrass herself again.

“Hey, classmate! Do you want to join the Martial Arts Club? Here, fill out a form,” a short-haired girl with a heroic air ran over to Hu Mengmeng, smiling excitedly and holding an A4 sheet.

“I’m not joining, thank you,” Hu Mengmeng waved her hand.

“Why not? I think you’re very suited for martial arts!” the girl said.

“Senior, why does she get a form without queuing? How is someone with her physique suited for martial arts?” a boy in line sneered, eyeing Hu Mengmeng with disdain.

“What did you say? I like her potential, what about it? If she actually trained, she’d crush you in seconds,” the short-haired girl snapped, turning to glare at him.

Hu Mengmeng knew she wasn’t suited for it. Hearing them argue, she took the opportunity to slip away, rounding the corner of the teaching building to head for her dorm. She had no interest in martial arts; she only came over because of Lin Yuanya. She didn’t know what that girl was thinking—the club required screening, and in her current state, she’d just be a laughingstock.

“You think you can tell someone is suited for it just by looking at them? Do you think we’re blind? We all have to queue and interview. Is that girl your relative? This is unfair!” another boy in designer clothes chimed in.

“You think you’re so right, don’t you? Fine. Both of you—application revoked!” The short-haired girl huffed. She turned to look for Hu Mengmeng, but the girl had already vanished.

“Hey! You can’t just revoke it like that! You’re not the President of the club!” The boys’ faces paled.

“I am the Vice President, Tong Qiao. President Ye gave me full authority over this. I have the right to decide! If you’re not happy, we can duel at the training hall. I’ll take you down in seconds, you rookies!” Tong Qiao barked. She was annoyed that Hu Mengmeng had left and took her frustration out on the two boys.

Hearing she was the Vice President, their arrogance vanished. One immediately began to plead for mercy. The Vice President of the Martial Arts Club wasn’t a position for the weak. Though Tong Qiao looked like a small, lean girl, her combat prowess was undoubtedly high.

Tong Qiao ignored their apologies and kept them disqualified.

“A commoner with spiritual energy in her body… we’ll meet again sooner or later,” Tong Qiao muttered, narrowing her eyes as she looked in the direction Hu Mengmeng had gone.

She scanned the crowd of applicants and, seeing no one else special, walked to a quiet, shaded spot under a tree and made a call.

“Xinyu, today is the first day of school. Everything is fine here. How is your body?” Tong Qiao’s voice became tender, and her expression softened.

“It’s no big deal. Thank you for your hard work,” Ye Xinyu’s voice came through the phone, clear and cold as spring water.

At that moment, Ye Xinyu was in the Ye family villa in Fengcheng, walking toward the living room. After a few more words with Tong Qiao, she hung up. Her face was slightly pale, adding a touch of fragility to her usual cold elegance.

She wasn’t particularly tall, but her proportions were perfect. Her thick, black, straight hair fell down her back without a strand out of place. She wore a conservative, black long-sleeved outfit that covered her neck and arms. The cut was precise and slightly loose, yet it couldn’t hide the窈窕 (slender and graceful) figure beneath. Her waist was narrow, and her legs were long, with a striking curve where her back met her hips. The small portion of her calves that was visible was straight, slender, and translucent white.

With this attire and her distant expression, she looked both ascetic and inexplicably alluring.

The person in the living room was instantly captivated.

On the sofa of the minimalist, monochrome living room sat a man in a high-end black suit. He leaned back with one leg crossed over the other, a cynical look on his handsome face. Seeing Ye Xinyu, his lips curled into a smile. He stood up and appraised her, a flicker of desire hidden in his eyes.

“Miss Ye, you’re finally here. Please, sit. You look a bit pale; are you alright?” the man asked with feigned concern.

“I’m fine. Regarding the Tracking Tripod, do you agree to my terms?” Ye Xinyu sat down and looked at the man.

“Miss Ye, the Tracking Tripod is an heirloom. I spoke to my grandfather and father, but they refused. However, they did say that if you and I unite in marriage, my family’s Tracking Tripod will be yours. You can even use the Blood Jade Ointment that cures a hundred poisons as you wish. A union between the Ye family of Fengcheng and the Ou family of Dragon City is a union between the Sword Sect and the Tool Sect. It’s a perfect match. Who in the Hidden Sects could stand against us?” the man said leisurely as he sat back down.

This man was Ou Shixing, the top talent of the third generation of the Dragon City Ou family. His family’s status was similar to the Ye family’s—both top-tier conglomerates—but while the Ye family had a history spanning thousands of years, the Ou family was a more recent rising power.

These great families weren’t just powerful in terms of wealth; they possessed unique, secret strengths. The coexistence of humans and demons was an absurdity to some, but to them, it was common knowledge.

There were secret sects specialized in handling human-demon conflicts and hunting down demons that broke the rules—collectively known as the Hidden Sects. They were divided by their specialties: Sword Sect, Talisman Sect, Tool Sect, Array Sect, Alchemy Sect, and Mystic Sect.

Ye Xinyu’s family held the Evil-Slayer Sword and excelled in swordsmanship, making them leaders of the Sword Sect. Gu Yiying belonged to the Talisman Sect, and Ou Shixing was from the Tool Sect, famous for weapon-smithing.

Hearing Ou Shixing mention both the Tracking Tripod and the Blood Jade Ointment, Ye Xinyu narrowed her eyes.

Only a few people knew she had been poisoned by the rat demon. The toxin wasn’t fatal, but it was incredibly troublesome. The fastest way to neutralize it was the Blood Jade Ointment; otherwise, she would have to use her own spiritual energy to slowly dissolve it, which would take a long time. Because she had to suppress the poison, her strength was currently diminished. If any rival demons or humans chose this moment to strike, it would be problematic.

“Mr. Ou, marriage is impossible. You may name other conditions,” Ye Xinyu said plainly. Her voice was like ice, cooling the air in the room.

“Miss Ye, you know those items aren’t something money can buy. Only a priceless treasure like yourself is a fair exchange. Don’t rush your decision. Think it over; I’ll wait for you.” Ou Shixing smiled modestly, his eyes showing simple “admiration” while he buried his dark desires deeper.

“Mr. Ou, please consider my request and think of other terms as well.” Ye Xinyu’s slender brows knitted together.

“Then I shall take my leave. I hope to hear good news next time,” Ou Shixing smiled and walked out.

The moment he got into his car, his serious face transformed. He licked his lips, his eyes gleaming like a bloodthirsty wolf.

“Ye Xinyu… twenty-one years of accumulated Primal Yin. I can only imagine how delicious and potent that tonic will be. I’ll find a few more Great Demons to trouble you and see how long a lone woman can last. Hmph. The Primal Yin, the Ye family… they’ll all be mine!” he whispered, his eyes dancing with excitement, as if Ye Xinyu were already his prey.