TSFLIP Chapter 520

Xu Wang indeed live to his name—he always knew how to spot someone’s weakness, and he always found the perfect way to break down their defenses. Not to mention, Feng Guang had never put up any walls against him to begin with.

When they first met, she just saw him as a beautiful man worth admiring. But the second time they met, she had already unknowingly fallen into his gentle trap. In the past, he wasn’t a stranger to people—be they Alpha or Omega, male or the rare female—being drawn to him and trying to get close. But Xu Wang never accepted nor outright rejected their advances. To him, they were all just raw material for crafting his “scripts.” Usually, he’d last no more than three seconds before getting bored and losing interest altogether.

But when it came to Feng Guang’s fascination and affection, he enjoyed it—damn it, he really enjoyed it.

Feng Guang had nothing but pink, dreamy bubbles floating around in her head. She kept thinking how a man could be this seductive, this irresistible—and what’s more, this man belonged to her. By the time she came back to her senses, Xu Wang had already brought her to a hotel. He booked a room for them, and after a short rest, noticing how wide-eyed and curious she looked, he decided to take her out for a stroll.

Feng Guang was carrying armfuls of bags—so was Xu Wang, actually—all of them packed with food. She took a bite of her sweet ice cream and casually said, “I honestly thought you’d just use your powers at checkout and make them think we’d already paid.”

Xu Wang gave her a helpless smile. “Do I look like the kind of guy who’d resort to cheap tricks when buying something for his woman?”

“Well, you can’t blame me for thinking that. I mean, I figured you didn’t have any money,” she said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. After all, he’d spent all his time in prison putting on those stage plays—how could he possibly have any money?

Xu Wang figured it was time to clear things up with this silly girl. At the very least, she needed to understand that her man was no broke loser. “Back in the day, among my many identities, one of them was as a so-called ‘Messenger of God.’ A lot of people with no faith of their own chose to treat me as their one true deity. Feng Guang, do you think those people wouldn’t offer me tributes?”

“Messenger of God” was just one of his many titles. When he was known as the God of Death, people used to come to him with mountains of treasure, begging him to take out their enemies. Sometimes he’d accept the payment, whether or not he did the job just depended on his mood.

So over the years, he had accumulated quite a bit of wealth—enough to ensure she’d never have to worry about food or clothing. Enough to give her a life fit for a princess. Thinking about it now, maybe all that money he’d been saving, intentionally or not, had been for her all along.

But Feng Guang focused on something entirely different: “Xu Wang, you were a scam artist pretending to be a god?”

Xu Wang paused for a moment. “Messenger of God.”

“Messenger of God… do you even believe that?”

“…No.”

“Then yeah, you were a scam artist,” she said, blinking her big sparkly eyes, blunt as ever. “But thinking about it, if you put on a sorrowful face and acted like you were full of compassion, I can see how you’d fool those superstitious folks. Huh… guess no matter how many years pass, no matter how advanced technology gets, there’ll always be people who believe in that stuff.”

She kept calling him a scam artist so casually, completely devaluing the high-and-mighty identity he once claimed as a “savior of lost souls,” though “corruptor of minds” might have been more accurate. He patted her head and said, “If I hadn’t played that scam artist, how would I have money to support you now?”