Supernatural Insight Eyes
Chapter 325 - 0324 chase me again (thanks for the reward *stars*)

Chapter 325: 0324 chase me again (thanks for the reward *stars*)

"You haven’t changed..." the lecherous elder sighed.

Her long hair was still as shiny and black as it had been more than twenty years ago, her cheeks like those of a melon seed, fair and elastic, not at all less youthful than those of girls in their twenties.

The lecherous elder felt as though he had suddenly returned to the scene where the two had first met.

Mei Huiling looked at the lecherous elder, and no one knew what she was thinking. Her eyes were slightly moist, and the lecherous elder’s heart softened, with an urge to draw close to her, yet he forcefully stopped himself.

"Twenty-eight years, a full twenty-eight years. Do you really intend to hide from me for a lifetime?" Mei Huiling’s voice trembled slightly.

It was simply that the man before her had left too deep an impression on her, and even after more than two decades, such memories couldn’t be wiped away.

"I... I haven’t been hiding from you..." the lecherous elder said somewhat guiltily, uttering excuses even he didn’t believe in.

It was hard to imagine that the lecherous elder could be guilt-ridden, even when he became the enemy of the entire martial world, he always thought he wouldn’t fear in the slightest. But faced with this woman, to whom he was indebted and could not make amends, he was ultimately a bit disordered and didn’t know how to interact with her.

"Am I a demon? Or poison, that you left without a word of explanation, disappearing for over twenty years..." Mei Huiling’s heart was full of grievances, and at this moment, she was no longer the head of the Dragon Group but a pitiful woman, facing the man she pined for, yet never achieving any resolution.

"I’m sorry..." Mei Huiling couldn’t restrain the wetness in her eyes, and clear droplets rolled down. The lecherous elder couldn’t help but reach out his hand, stopping mid-air.

"I don’t need your sorry, you’ve been sorry for twenty-eight years already!" Mei Huiling’s emotions became somewhat uncontrollable as she yelled loudly.

"We..." the lecherous elder began to speak, then hesitated.

"Are you still dwelling on that incident from back then?" Mei Huiling said as she looked at the lecherous elder with her dark eyes, brimming with water.

The lecherous elder lowered his head and didn’t speak.

"I don’t blame you, it was my own will." Mei Huiling spoke earnestly.

Back then, the lecherous elder was in the prime of his youth. He had fallen in love with a woman, and that woman also loved him deeply. It was a mutual affection, and they had even set a wedding date. However, on the day of their grand wedding, the lecherous elder got extremely drunk and stumbled into a room. When he woke up the next morning, it was a tragedy...

He suddenly found that the bride lying on his bed wasn’t the woman he loved, but another woman who looked very similar to her.

The lecherous elder, unwilling to deceive, told this woman what had happened. She had a fiery temper and, in a fit of anger, tore up the marriage certificate, declaring that they would never meet again in this lifetime.

Filled with guilt, the lecherous elder didn’t have the face to ask for forgiveness. He disappeared, vanishing for twenty-eight years.

And that woman was none other than Mei Huiling’s sister, and the woman whom the lecherous elder had mistakenly slept with that night was Mei Huiling herself.

If such a melodramatic story were to reach Ye Qiu, he would surely die laughing.

Throughout these years of absence, the lecherous elder felt he owed apologies to two women; one was that woman, and the other was Mei Huiling.

He had been avoiding her because he didn’t know how to face Mei Huiling.

"I know you loved my sister, and she loved you too, but the two of you are impossible now. I’ve waited for you for a full twenty-eight years. Haven’t you ever felt even a bit of affection for me?" Mei Huiling asked.

The lecherous elder remained silent.

"You owe me, and you must pay it back," Mei Huiling said.

"How should I repay you? Just say it, as long as I can do it, I will compensate you," the lecherous elder said without a hint of temper, ready to climb a mountain of swords or descend into a sea of flames for Mei Huiling without batting an eye.

"I only have one request..."

"What is it?"

"I want you to pursue me all over again!" Mei Huiling said in all seriousness.

The old lecher froze on the spot and muttered in confusion, "Chase you..."

On the boulder, one wore an expression like a young girl’s, complete with a hint of shyness, and the other was gaping, still not having regained his composure.

At that moment, three martial artists who had come over to relieve themselves heard the conversation between the two above and all looked up.

"These two people..."

"I think I just heard them say something about chasing again, are they talking about love?" one of the martial artists said, stroking his chin and looking up at the boulder, where an old wrinkly man and a woman whose beauty and age didn’t seem to match the old man, suggesting they were in love seemed a bit far-fetched.

"Damn, an old bull eating tender grass!" another person said indignantly after getting a clear view of Mei Huiling’s face, especially looking at the old lecher, thinking this guy was nothing but an old pervert.

"Hey, what if this old man is trying to secretly take advantage of this woman? But this woman looks a bit familiar; I think I’ve seen her somewhere before." The martial artist on the edge furrowed his brow, his eyes squinting and moving as he tried hard to recall where he had seen Mei Huiling.

However, his words did win the approval of the other two, who chorused, "Right, in the mundane world these days, there are always some directors who take advantage of young actors, maybe this old geezer is thinking along those lines?"

"This woman looks quite pretty, why don’t we help her out by giving this lecher a thrashing? I hate old men eating tender grass the most, clearly of an age, yet insisting on finding a girl more than twenty years younger. It’s an utter waste, how long can he live? In the end, he’s just going to leave her a young window," said the martial artist in the middle, filled with righteous indignation.

His two companions’ eyes lit up, praising the idea as feasible, a heroic rescue attempt—there might be a chance to win the beauty’s heart!

The three exchanged looks, ready to act, and to ensure success, they surrounded the old lecher from three directions so he couldn’t escape, and then they’d give him a good beating.

"Look, someone’s trying to play the hero to save the beauty and they’re planning to beat you up too!" Mei Huiling suddenly said with a low chuckle.

The words of the three young martial artists below the boulder went straight into the ears of the two people above without missing a single one, causing the old lecher’s forehead to be covered in black lines.

What secret advantage, what old bull eating tender grass? Was he really that old?

Even if he was, his body was still very healthy. How could anyone label him as someone who would make a woman a widow? Infuriated to the point of itching teeth, the old lecher seethed, while Mei Huiling snickered to herself on the side.

The three eager youngsters about to attempt a heroic rescue had barely taken a step when they felt a dark shadow descend upon them.

Then they heard three crisp sounds, and immediately, they felt dizzy, seeing stars, and after exchanging glances, they all fell to the ground one by one.

"You shouldn’t be too harsh with them, they meant well, after all," Mei Huiling said, alighting on the ground lightly and covering her mouth as she laughed.

"I’ve already been more than merciful; daring to say I’m an old bull eating tender grass, and using secret advantages... really..." the old lecher continued to simmer, unable to bear it.

He shook his fingers; he had just tapped each of them lightly, not too hard, just enough to knock them out, but as for the two who called him an old bull eating tender grass and accused him of secret advantages, he’d used a bit more force. They would wake up later than the rest.

There was no helping it; the old lecher was vengeful and never let things slide until the next day—he had to settle the score on the spot.

Half an hour later, the three woke up in succession, each rubbing their heads, feeling as if their brains were swelling.

"Damn, it feels like someone threw a rock at my head!"

"Do you guys feel the same?"

"Yeah, I don’t know who the loser was that threw the rock, but look, there are fragments on the ground. I’ll beat him up good if I catch him."

The three young martial artists who had intended a valiant rescue were seething with anger; after a moment they realized that both the woman and the old lecher on the boulder had disappeared.

It was then that someone came to a realization, "I’ve got it, that old lecher must have noticed us—it was definitely him who threw the stones. He feared we would spoil his dirty plans, so he struck first!"

"That old lecher, sneaky as he can be, next time I see him, I’ll definitely get back at him," one of them said, nodding firmly.

"Yeah, we’ll hit him with rocks too!"