Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

Pucha Ningran moved closer to Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) in front of her. Her soft steps seemed to carry a faint fragrance, and the air seemed to be filled with the aroma of orchids. Her voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of irresistible charm, and she spoke in a delicate and delicate voice.

"Xiao Mo, my sister-in-law has something that I need your help with. I just don't know if you have time to help me."

Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) smelled it. As the distance between him and his sister-in-law Pucha Ningran gradually shortened, the air around him seemed to be permeated by his sister-in-law Pucha Ningran's unique temperament, and was filled with an indescribable orchid fragrance.

The fragrance is both fresh and elegant, as if it is drifting from the mountains and flowing water, making people intoxicated and not knowing the way home. For a moment, Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) couldn't help but feel a little moved.

Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) lowered his head slightly, his eyes fell on the pure and elegant face of his sister-in-law Pucha Ningran. Her beauty was like an exquisite ink painting.

There was a sense of untouchable distance in her gentleness. The fragrance of orchids in the air seemed like the natural breath emanating from her. It was faint, and the aroma was not like any spice in the world, but carried the purity and nobility of nature.

However, Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo), who had reacted at this moment, felt his heart tighten suddenly. He had to respond carefully and not let any flaws in his true identity be revealed. He smiled slightly and tried his best to make his voice sound light-hearted and cheerful.

"Sister-in-law, you are too polite. Sister-in-law, your business is Xiao Mo's business. Xiao Mo, of course I have time. What do you need me to do?"

A hint of admiration flashed in Pucha Ningran's eyes. She seemed satisfied with Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) answer. She nodded her head gently, and the smile on her delicate face became even brighter, like a flower blooming in spring, bright and warm, making people unable to help but be attracted by her charm.

"That's good. This matter is actually not too troublesome. Xiao Mo and sister-in-law will come!"

Her voice was soft and seductive, like a spring breeze blowing across the heart, making people want to get closer involuntarily. Pucha Ningran's invitation seemed so natural and innocent.

Qing'er, who was following her own son Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo), looked at Pucha Ningran with doubt in her beautiful eyes, because Qing'er had seen Pucha Ningran's attitude towards her husband Li Yang.

Although it's not that it's bad, it's just that Qing'er has never seen Pucha Ningran so gentle to a man. Women often understand women best. At this moment, there is an indescribable tenderness in Pucha Ningran's eyes, as if the spring water is just born, the spring forest is just flourishing, and the spring breeze is ten miles long, but it is not as good as your pair of affectionate eyes that you accidentally notice.

Qing'er knew clearly in her heart that there was an unknown story between her eldest son's wife Pucha Ningran and the eldest son Li Yangji. It was a rather complicated emotional entanglement, involving both a power struggle and emotional ties.

The most important point is that Qing'er remembered that one time at dusk, she accidentally walked through the courtyard and through the half-open window lattice, she saw her eldest son Li Yangji and his wife Pucha Ningran, the couple alone.

At that moment, she seemed to see another Pucha Ningran, a true self that had never been revealed to the public. Usually, Pucha Ningran always showed himself as a flawless person.

His love and obedience to his wife Li Yangji seemed to be expressed at any time, but in that private space, her attitude was completely different. Qing'er saw Pucha looking solemnly, and there was no tenderness in her eyes as in public.

Instead, there was a deep and complex emotion. The way she treated her husband Li Yangji was no longer like a docile wife, but more like an ordinary and equal person. At certain moments, Qing'er could even feel an indescribable sense of alienation.

Because in the eyes of outsiders, Pucha Ningran and Li Yangji's marriage is flawless. The two always seem to be in sync with each other, and their tacit understanding between each other is enviable. Every time they make a public appearance, they show the harmony and affection between the couple. On the surface, they seem to be in harmony and deeply in love.

However, at that time, Jing'er inadvertently realized that in Pucha Ningran's attitude towards her husband Li Yangji, there was a kind of elusive and complex emotion hidden. Pucha Ningran's attitude towards her husband Li Yangji was not as loving as she showed in daily life, nor was it as gentle and considerate as she was in public.

It was a kind of respect with a sense of distance. Pucha paid close attention to her words and actions, and always responded with a smile, but her eyes were often erratic, as if her mind had already flown somewhere else.

In her conversations, one can often sense a careful choice of words, as if there is a well-thought-out strategy behind every conversation. Her words are full of wisdom and education, but also reveal an inaccessible sense of distance, making it difficult for people to peek into her true thoughts.

What is even more surprising is that in certain subtle moments, Pucha Ningran's deeply hidden emotions would inadvertently reveal themselves, perhaps with just a change of eyes or a slight pursed of the lips.

Even the slightest change in breathing can make people feel the almost elusive hostility, an emotion so subtle that it is almost impossible to notice its existence without careful observation.

This kind of hidden hostility will only show up when it is extremely suppressed. It is not an obvious quarrel or dissatisfaction, but a deeper and more hidden emotional fluctuation. What is the truth behind this? Jing'er doesn't understand.

This made Qing'er wonder, what kind of story is hidden behind these two seemingly harmonious people, Pucha Ningran and Li Yangji? Is there a silent contest behind every smile? Does every hug reveal the wariness between each other? All of this is like layers of fog.

But today, Pucha Ningran's behavior was completely different. Her words and deeds revealed an unprecedented tenderness and dependence. Her voice was soft and pleasant, like a spring breeze blowing through willow branches, gently swaying people's hearts.

Her smile was warm and bright, like the sunshine in winter, penetrating the thick clouds and warming the cold earth. Qing'er couldn't help feeling confused. She didn't understand why Pucha Ningran had such a change.

Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, as if he was trying to hide his true emotions, or trying to ease the delicate atmosphere in front of him. He tried his best to make his voice sound light-hearted and cheerful.

"Okay, sister-in-law, Xiao Mo, I'll go with you."

His words were brisk and submissive, revealing his respect and trust for his sister-in-law, Pucha Ningran.

At this time, when Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) was about to step forward, Qing'er, who had long been accustomed to following closely behind him, was ready to catch up. Her figure was as light as catkins in the spring breeze, and her steps were delicate and flexible, like a happy little deer.

However, at this critical moment, Pucha Ningran broke the rhythm of this flow. Her beautiful eyes, as clear as autumn water, first fell on her brother-in-law Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo).

There was a hint of inquiry and depth in her eyes, as if her gaze could penetrate the surface and reach the depths of a person's soul. Her eyes seemed to hide thousands of words, but like a puzzle, they could not be easily deciphered.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, and that faint smile seemed to have secretly made a decision in her heart. It carried a kind of confidence and determination that only she understood. Then, Pucha turned her gaze to Qing'er.

Then, Pucha said in a soft voice.

"Jing'er, you go down first!"

Her voice sounded softly, like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, bringing subtle ripples, gentle yet irresistible. This voice seemed to have a kind of magic that could penetrate the hardest shell of the human heart and reach the heart of the person.

There was a gleam of wisdom in Pucha Ningran's eyes. The light was deep and bright, as if it could see through all secrets and penetrate all appearances to the essence of things. Her eyes were firm and sharp.

Just like a falcon locking onto its prey, she showed her determination and confidence. There was an unquestionable majesty in her words, and the aura radiating from the inside out made Qing'er stop involuntarily.