The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity
Chapter 369 - 367: Chu Yan’s Overbearing Protection of His Wife (￣^￣)

Chapter 369: Chapter 367: Chu Yan’s Overbearing Protection of His Wife (￣^￣)

"Qin Zhao," his tone became a bit more serious, "you go out first."

Qin Zhao replied with a sarcastic "Hehe," which sent a shiver down his spine.

He wanted to eat a piece of fruit to mask the turmoil inside him, but before Qin Zhao left, she snatched the fruit from his hands and left with the plate of fruit.

The fruit that this old lady cut, you think you’re worthy of eating it?

Eat fart, you damn dog thing!

Seeing Qin Zhao leave, Chu Yan breathed a sigh of relief and continued to carefully review the documents.

Meanwhile, Qin Zhao was outside, angrily eating fruit when she suddenly thought of the soul she was nurturing in her talisman. So she released Gong Leyi’s soul.

"Little Yi, do me a favor."

"Sure, just tell me what you need, Sister."

Souls residing in a soul-nourishing charm would feel very comfortable. Gong Leyi’s original soul was not strong, but now it had become much more formidable.

Qin Zhao asked Gong Leyi’s soul to follow Chu Yan and see if he would have contact with any other women recently.

After giving this order, Qin Zhao then went back to her room to sleep peacefully.

The next morning, she got up and went to her flight training class.

She hadn’t taken the pilot’s license exam and couldn’t fly those planes. Thinking that these planes were also gifts from Chu Yan, Qin Zhao hoped that the damn man hadn’t betrayed her.

Otherwise, she would show him why the flowers on the other side in the underworld are so red!

Arriving at the club, the instructor began by explaining some theoretical knowledge and introducing the structure of the plane.

In such a high-end club, the coaching was one-on-one service.

Qin Zhao wanted to pass the pilot’s license test quickly so she could try flying a plane and compare whether flying a plane was more enjoyable than using a Flying Sword.

So, she spent the whole day at the club and didn’t go back until very late at night.

Chu Yan called her when he found she wasn’t home.

"Zhaozhao, when will you come back?"

"I don’t know; I’ve got something today."

Just after she finished speaking, the instructor called out to her.

"Qin Zhao, come here for a second."

Chu Yan heard a man’s voice and his face darkened instantly. His hand holding the phone gradually tightened as he asked nonchalantly, "Where are you? I’ll come and pick you up."

Beep beep beep—

The phone line went busy as Qin Zhao hung up.

"You can’t do a trial flight at night since you’re still a novice. Let’s do it tomorrow, I’ll let you fly tomorrow," said the instructor helplessly.

Qin Zhao had finished all the theoretical knowledge in one day and even requested a trial flight, but the club had a policy against night flights.

"Then let’s do it tomorrow; I hope to get it done in three days."

Just as she finished speaking, a snicker echoed from not too far away.

"Three days? Even professional pilots can’t manage that! Who do you think you are?"

Qin Zhao turned around to see a woman dressed in fancy clothes.

She was decked out in brands from head to toe, with a look of condescension in her eyes.

Recognizing Qin Zhao’s appearance, "Aren’t you that female celebrity who gave away ghost talismans in a Weibo lottery? Giving away such stuff with so much fanfare, it’s laughable."

After saying this, the woman’s expression turned even more scornful.

"I heard your husband gave you nine airplanes? Do you see those planes outside? They all belong to my dad, and this club is my dad’s too."

"So what? What are you trying to say?"

"You think bragging about those few shabby airplanes of yours is something to be proud of? And they were even gifts from others. You female celebrities can only rise to fame by clinging onto wealthy benefactors."

Zhaozhao didn’t know this woman, so she couldn’t be bothered to pay her any attention.

Just as she was about to leave, the woman suddenly said to the coach, "Refund her membership fee. I don’t like her, and I don’t allow her to learn here."

"That...wouldn’t be great, would it?"

The coach, in a difficult position, looked at Zhaozhao and then at the woman.

This woman’s name was Murong Qi.

She wasn’t just the daughter of the owner of this flight club, she was also a young lady from the Murong Family. The Murong Family was involved in multiple industries, and her father was extremely wealthy, holding a very special status in Imperial City.

"What’s so bad about it? It’s my family’s property; can’t I call the shots? If you can’t process her refund, I can take care of it with your supervisor.

And you, get the hell out by tomorrow!"

Upon hearing this, the coach’s face soured.

He hesitated for a long time and finally had to grit his teeth and say to Zhaozhao, "I’m really sorry, Miss Qin. I have elders above me and children below, and I rely on this job to maintain a livelihood."

"It’s okay, just refund it then."

Zhaozhao wasn’t difficult toward the coach, a working man, but when she looked at Murong Qi, there was a hint of coldness in her eyes.

Murong Qi noticed her gaze and arrogantly raised her chin, "There is an inherent chasm between people like you and us. It would be best if you kept your tail tucked in when you encounter me in the future."

"I’m afraid there won’t be a chance to encounter you in the future, Lady Murong probably doesn’t realize that her days are numbered, right?"

Zhaozhao smiled, "Why should I bicker with a dying person?"

"You... you dare to curse me?"

Enraged, Murong Qi stepped forward and raised her hand to strike.

But before it could fall, someone grabbed her wrist.

She looked up and met a pair of cold and dark phoenix eyes. The man applied slight pressure to her wrist, flinging her outwards, causing her to fall on the ground and roll several times in embarrassment.

"A member of the Murong family? Truly lacking in manners."

Chu Yan looked down at her from above, taking a napkin from the table and methodically wiping his hand that had touched her. His handsome, expressionless face showed a hint of disgust.

He tossed the used napkin into the trash can.

Zhaozhao looked at Chu Yan in surprise; how did he know she was here?

"What are you? How dare you hit me!"

The staff helped Murong Qi get up.

Her eyes reddened with anger, glaring hatefully at Chu Yan and Zhaozhao, her rage robbing her of all sense.

Murong Qi pointed at them and shouted furiously, "Teach them a lesson! Quick! If they leave here unscathed, none of you will work here anymore!"

Murong Qi’s bodyguards, accustomed to her domineering personality after years of service, surrounded Chu Yan and Zhaozhao.

Chu Yan stood still and made a phone call.

He spoke a few words softly.

Then, turning on the speakerphone, the roaring voice of Murong Qi’s father came through.

"Murong Qi! What the hell are you doing? Are you out of your mind? Apologize to them right now, or I won’t acknowledge you as my daughter anymore!"

"Dad?"

Murong Qi was in disbelief, but she was stubbornly resistant.

"Why should I apologize? They bullied me! I want them dead!"

"If you dare to kill them, I’ll kill you! Apologize right now, and don’t make me say it a third time! Otherwise, starting today, you can’t use any of my money!"

Murong Qi’s breath hitched; these second-generation rich kids feared their family saying such things the most—after all, the money they could spend came from their families.

"What are you standing there for? Apologize!"