The Ice King's Little Trouble Maker-Chapter 502 - 466: Pushed Once

It was during a particularly hot time, and even in the shade of the stands, Qiao Yuxian was sweating.

Gu Yanjing sat next to her, fanning her with a fan.

Qiao Yuxian watched the situation below earnestly.

The Lu Family had fought three rounds already.

Qiao Yuxian had a preliminary understanding of the Lu Family’s martial strength.

In the fourth round, someone from the Cheng Family started the challenge.

The Cheng Family was quickly defeated by the Lu Family.

Then, another person from the Cheng Family went up and was defeated again.

After that, the Xia Family sent three challengers.

All three lost.

After a few rounds, just as Qiao Yuxian was starting to feel a bit bored, the dozen foreigners began to stir.

One went down, and soon a member of the Lu Family was defeated.

In the following three rounds, the Lu Family and the foreigners were almost evenly matched.

When another foreigner emerged victorious in the martial arts arena, Lu Muyao stepped onto the stage.

To consistently maintain a draw was a loss of face for the Lu Family.

So Lu Muyao took the stage, intending to win quickly.

Once Lu Muyao joined, the foreigners didn’t win anymore.

And even in these consecutive battles, Lu Muyao handled it with relative ease.

Qiao Yuxian watched Lu Muyao.

Indeed.

Very strong.

This strength not only came from acquired training but more from innate talent.

Thinking this, she also looked towards Old Sir Lu.

Even Old Sir Lu’s profile showed satisfaction.

Qiao Yuxian slightly rubbed her fingertips together.

Gu Yanjing watched her, guessing in his heart what this young lady was plotting.

After a while, Qiao Yuxian said to him, "I want to go to the restroom."

Sitting here for more than an hour, after drinking over a cup of juice...

And she had roughly understood the Lu Family and Lu Muyao’s martial skills. She might as well go cool off a bit.

Gu Yanjing closed his fan and put it down, leaving the stands with her to go to the restroom.

While heading to the restroom, Qiao Yuxian took the chance to enjoy the air conditioning for a bit.

When she returned, Lu Muyao was still on the stage.

And there were only two foreigners left.

Gu Yanjing was under the stand, taking a phone call.

Qiao Yuxian stood next to him, her fingers hooked around his, swinging them as she watched the stage through the iron mesh.

Another foreigner went up.

After just two moves, Qiao Yuxian realized this foreigner was different from the others before.

This one was quite strong.

And Lu Muyao had already faced about ten people since he started.

His stamina was being depleted.

But Lu Muyao was not at a disadvantage.

Qiao Yuxian watched for a while, felt that the angle from under the stands and the iron mesh greatly hindered her view of the match.

She took a look at Gu Yanjing who was still on the phone, then left him and headed back to the stands.

Gu Yanjing listened to the person on the phone and kept his eyes on Qiao Yuxian.

Qiao Yuxian hadn’t gone far. She went up onto the stands and stood by the railing, watching below.

At the moment, Lu Muyao and the foreigner still had not determined a winner.

But five minutes later, Lu Muyao won again.

It wasn’t a narrow victory, though it was harder than before.

This foreign opponent was strong, but his strength didn’t last long.

If the battle lasted slightly longer...

Qiao Yuxian’s fingers tapped slowly on the railing, thinking that under ten minutes wasn’t exactly what she’d describe as a slightly longer battle.

This was quite absurdly short.

With little ado, she had rushed up to the stands.

Qiao Yuxian glanced again at Lu Muyao.

Lu Muyao stood on the stage, sweat adorning his alabaster skin, glistening in the sunlight.

His phoenix eyes, gentle in shape, yet exuded an expression akin to a beast ready to tear apart when watching his surroundings. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

There was a strong contrast between his aura and his appearance.

Qiao Yuxian looked at him.

And showed a bit of appreciation in her gaze.

Not bad, quite good.

As she was thinking this, she heard someone approaching from the stands’ direction.

Given the stairs descending from the stands were on her other side, people moving was expected.

She didn’t pay much mind and continued watching below. To see if the remaining foreigner would take the stage.

Or who would be the next challenger?

But the footsteps drew near and suddenly paused beside her; Qiao Yuxian hadn’t turned yet.

That person suddenly gave her a hard push.

Gu Yanjing had just hung up the phone, glancing down at the information sent by Tang He.

As soon as he looked down, he sensed someone shoved Qiao Yuxian.

He quickly put away his phone and with a grip on the stair railing, vaulted up the stands.

Qiao Yuxian, wearing high heels with the railing lower than her waist, lurched unexpectedly as she was pushed, leaning toward the stage.

It happened so quickly; her left hand swiftly gripped the railing—she didn’t even have time to recognize the culprit behind her before her right hand grabbed hold of the person’s clothes behind, forcefully throwing him off the stands.

Her high heel wobbled again; due to the force of throwing the person, she too was headed for the stage.

Qiao Yuxian simply went with the momentum, planning to jump off the stands.

But just as she had that thought, a firm arm circled her waist, stabilizing her before pulling her into an embrace.

Perhaps she was too familiar with Gu Yanjing.

The moment his hand touched her, she recognized him.

So she didn’t resist.

She looked up at him, her eyes still bright.

Gu Yanjing looked at her, gently patting her waist, then glanced at her feet, asking, "Does it hurt anywhere?"

"I’m fine." Qiao Yuxian said, fearing Gu Yanjing wouldn’t believe her, she moved her feet a bit, "See, I’m fine."

Gu Yanjing felt a little more at ease.

Lu Mengyi and Lin Huai Shu saw what happened and hurried over: "Where are you hurt?"

"Little sister-in-law, are you okay?"

Qiao Yuxian shook her head at them, "I’m fine."

Gu Yanjing looked toward the stage.

Lu Muyao stood on the platform, watching their direction.

Below the stage, Xu Heng was also standing, looking upward.

Xu Heng’s skills were good; though thrown from a two-to-three-meter-high stand, he landed steadily.

Gu Yanjing looked at Xu Heng, his gaze turning cold, like an icy blade piercing to the bone.

Lin Huai Shu standing next to him felt his heart ache under this aura.

Lu Mengyi sensed it too; Gu Yanjing was genuinely angry.

No one dared to speak.

Even those nearby lightened their breathing.

Only Qiao Yuxian seemed oblivious to Gu Yanjing’s terrifying aura and asked, "This person... who is he?"

Of those who came today to celebrate Old Sir Lu’s birthday, she remembered nearly every face.

But she didn’t pay much attention to who some were.

She recognized this young man as always being beside Old Man Xu, likely someone from the Xu Family.

But which Xu Family member, she didn’t know.

"Xu Heng." Gu Yanjing said, "Xu Jingjing’s brother, the Xu Family heir."

Upon hearing Gu Yanjing’s answer, Lu Mengyi looked at Qiao Yuxian.

Qiao Yuxian was the only one Lu Mengyi had seen who dared talk to Gu Yanjing even when he was angry.

Moreover, Gu Yanjing would also mellow his emotions for Qiao Yuxian.