The Crazed Little Darling: Pampered by the Possesive Commander!-Chapter 183: Her Body Was Cold, but Her Palm Was Sweating
"Just as Ruan Ruan thought."
In his life, the name "Su Ruan" has long been etched, unable to be erased or forgotten.
"It’s time to check out that so-called Rose Union."
He genuinely wondered what kind of guild could so instantly capture his Ruan Ruan’s attention.
Having made up his mind, Lu Shinian’s gaze darkened slightly, holding Su Ruan even tighter, his tone increasingly authoritative.
"We will visit the Rose Union on Saturday."
Seeing him so resolute, Su Ruan agreed.
She didn’t have any connections with the people from the Rose Union, so naturally, she felt no guilt.
She’d just treat it as a date with Lu Shinian.
When the word "date" arose in her mind, Su Ruan’s ears blushed slightly as she cast a somewhat coy glance at Lu Shinian before gently saying, "Let’s go then."
After all, she was not feeling guilty!
Thus, the matter was settled.
With two days left until Saturday, Su Ruan took the chance to observe Da Hu’s condition again.
Even though she had intensified her apple tactics, Da Hu’s Spiritual Sea still showed no signs of improvement, leading her to increasingly doubt whether her previous hypothesis was incorrect.
Lu Shinian was clearly aware of this matter too.
He shared the same sentiment as Su Ruan; though current facts seemed to invalidate their prior assumption, he faintly felt that they had overlooked some crucial factor.
But confronted with absolute facts, despite his intuition alerting him of potential errors, temporarily, Lu Shinian chose to trust the facts.
Every day, Da Hu joyfully ran around the garden, and sometimes Su Ruan would play with him.
What somewhat irritated Lu Shinian was Qi Chen’s relentless determination and persistence, sending over ten messages daily asking if Da Hu could be taken to the First Legion.
Perhaps out of consideration for something, Qi Chen rarely posed these queries to Su Ruan, yet a daily message was inevitable.
Due to Da Hu’s unique nature, Su Ruan was temporarily unable to trust Qi Chen with Da Hu, so she politely declined Qi Chen’s request.
Nonetheless, Qi Chen persisted in asking Lu Shinian, determined that unless he agreed, he’d continue asking.
Initially, Lu Shinian would respond to Qi Chen’s messages, but later he stopped even glancing at them.
After all, they always pertained to that one issue.
Time flew by quickly, and soon it was Saturday.
Since the speech was scheduled for the evening, Su Ruan accompanied Lu Shinian to the Military Department during the day.
Incidentally, the research department had enhanced and modified the device for detecting Soul-devouring Worms, transforming it to resemble an ancient pocket watch. When a Soul-devouring Worm appeared, the watch’s hands would spin rapidly and indicate the worm’s location.
After the military tournament, Lu Shinian used a health screening pretext to ensure all participants underwent checks, but nothing was discovered.
The emergence of that Soul-devouring Worm seemed like nothing more than a solitary accident.
No matter what, to prevent unforeseen incidents, Lu Shinian equipped Su Ruan with a newly designed detection pocket watch.
Su Ruan tucked it away, hoping she’d never need to use it.
At seven o’clock on Saturday night, Lu Shinian brought Su Ruan to the venue of the Rose Union’s speech.
The venue was a conference hall on the ground floor of an unassuming office building on Central Star, and the event was ticket-free, operating on a fill-up-the-room-and-close-the-door basis.
Lu Shinian and Su Ruan arrived slightly late, securing a spot in the back row.
Shortly after they sat down, the door was shut from outside.
Su Ruan noticed the conference hall with about a hundred seats was fully occupied, mostly by people dressed casually, their faces a bit weary, yet as they looked at the masked man at the center stage, their expressions transformed to near fanaticism.
Their expressions mirrored those she once saw when serving as Divine Envoy in the Otherworld, the way the villagers eyed her.
Su Ruan felt a chill, instinctively reaching to grasp something.
Her right hand clutched Lu Shinian’s wrist firmly; her left slipped into her pocket to grab a cold, hard object.
Grasping something gave Su Ruan a slight sense of security.
She leaned slightly toward Lu Shinian, whispering, "Brother Lu, do you feel..."
This place is strange.
Lu Shinian gently grasped Su Ruan’s small hand, soothingly patting its back before casting her a reassuring glance.
Su Ruan softly bit her lip, choosing not to continue speaking.
She nodded slightly, indicating she wouldn’t casually blurt anything out.
She understood well that Lu Shinian must have also noticed the oddity here.
Though her body felt cold, her palms unexpectedly grew sweaty.
Lu Shinian picked up on her anxiety, leaned down, whispered in her ear, "Ruan Ruan, I’m here... no need to be tense."
Su Ruan obediently nodded, focusing on the central stage, gazing at the masked man.
The man seemed quite pleased with the packed audience in the hall; he nodded slightly and began his speech.
His voice overflowed with passion and intensity, resonant and full of infectious power.
Within mere minutes, attendees below subtly began wiping away tears.
If asked whether the man’s speech content was highfalutin, it really wasn’t.
The subject matter was straightforward success philosophy.
The core idea being that only through enduring hardships can one achieve success.
Su Ruan didn’t necessarily find these words wrong, but solely amplifying the role of hardships could lead to neglecting other factors.
Nonetheless, as a speech, the man was unequivocally successful.
Upon concluding, nearly everyone below cried profusely; some even asked, "How can I experience bigger challenges?"
Su Ruan was baffled by this inquiry—people actually sought out hardships nowadays?
The man’s voice seemed to emanate from afar, yet felt omnipresent.
"I will guide you," he declared.
In that instant, Su Ruan was struck with a sense of horror.
Instinctively, she clenched tighter onto the cold, hard object in her left palm, which felt painfully sharp against her skin.
She lowered her head, withdrawing her left hand from her pocket, slowly opening her palm.
In her palm lay the detection device for Soul-devouring Worms given by Lu Shinian.
She recalled the research department mentioning that rapid spinning of the hands indicated a Soul-devouring Worm signal.
The direction to which the hands frantically pointed likely indicated the worm’s location.
Before her, the hands within the pocket watch spun incessantly, tirelessly.
Su Ruan’s pupils narrowed sharply, abruptly clutching Lu Shinian’s large hand beside her, fingers taut, struggling to suppress the urge to speak.
