Apocalyptic Flood: Sexy Beauty Neighbor's Midnight Plea for Food Chapter 1106 - 451: Beauty in a Qipao

Liang Yuan caught the sound and halted his steps involuntarily. He glanced across the road to find a stunning woman dressed in a blue and white porcelain cheongsam, leaning against the storefront of Gao Bai Zhuang, watching him with a faint smile.

Zhuang Shuyuan’s aura had become increasingly refined and dignified, yet beneath this sophisticated polish, a subtle, captivating allure hid in plain sight. This specific charm remained imperceptible to almost everyone else; she reserved these glimpses of intimacy exclusively for Liang Yuan. At her core, this woman possessed an innate desire to worship the powerful. In front of the masses, she remained cool and distant, holding herself with the elegance of a queen on a pedestal. Yet, in Liang Yuan’s private presence, the noble lady vanished, replaced by the fervent woman from that fateful night—the one trembling against her pillow, stifling her sobs while enduring his relentless dominance.

Liang Yuan lifted an eyebrow, his tone cool, "Wasn't your situation fully detailed in our report during the meeting just days ago?"

Zhuang Shuyuan bit her crimson lip, a flicker of feigned resentment in her eyes. "I have several matters that require a more private, individual discussion."

Liang Yuan spoke bluntly, "Is the matter urgent?"

Zhuang Shuyuan chuckled softly, a low, melodic sound. "Quite urgent. If you find a moment, come to my quarters later, and I shall provide you with a thorough report."

Liang Yuan was rendered speechless for a moment. He clearly understood that she was deliberately emphasizing the word 'report' with a double meaning. It was characteristic of her to seize any chance to insert herself into his personal orbit. He shook his head, offering a stiff, "Just focus on your assigned duties." With that, he prepared to depart.

A sudden, overwhelming panic gripped Zhuang Shuyuan. Feeling as though she were being discarded like a plaything, she abandoned her composed stature and hurried forward, matching her pace to his as they walked toward the Sunshine District. "Mr. Liang, I truly possess critical information to disclose."

"Oh? Inform me, then."

"It is highly confidential and not suitable for discussion in this public space."

Liang Yuan paused, tilting his head to study her. "Then suggest a place where we might converse."

A crimson flush swept across Zhuang Shuyuan’s face, her eyes glistening with synthetic affection. "Would you visit my place tonight?"

"My schedule is full tonight." Liang Yuan gave a curt shake of his head and continued walking.

Zhuang Shuyuan stamped her heels in frustration, the sharp clacking echoing as she scrambled to catch up. "Then when will you be available?"

Liang Yuan gave a sharp smirk. "In such a hurry?"

Sensing his playful skepticism, Zhuang Shuyuan dropped her guard, shifting into a seductress. "Am I not a woman? How could I possibly be inferior to your other conquests? Does your heart not truly desire this?"

"Enough. You were warned before. I can grant you your desires, but do not entertain fantasies beyond that."

Zhuang Shuyuan pursed her lips, dropping the subject as she realized she had pushed far enough. "Let us head to the Leader’s Mansion; I genuinely have matters of importance to discuss."

Liang Yuan gave a sharp nod. "Proceed."

Under the dark, storm-drenched sky, the rain fell in torrents, though the Sunshine District remained an island of illumination. To avoid inciting suspicion, the pair entered the complex separately, intervals apart. It being only seven or eight in the evening, the area remained active, with several residents lingering in the well-lit lobby. Along the path, those who spotted Liang Yuan bowed with eager enthusiasm, the younger generation regarding him with a blend of reverence and fanaticism.

Liang Yuan maintained a polite veneer until he retreated to his office within the Leader’s Mansion. Though a secretary usually occupied the desk during daylight hours, the space was currently empty. As he set down his lunch box, the latch clicked, and Zhuang Shuyuan slipped inside, moving with silent precision.

"Must you sneak about like a common spy? If you are caught, others might begin to draw conclusions," Liang Yuan remarked.

Zhuang Shuyuan shook her wavy hair with a flirtatious gesture. "And what if they do? Did you wish to perform some act that requires secrecy?"

"Hardly. I was merely about to take my meal," he replied coldly.

He opened the container, ready to eat, but Zhuang Shuyuan swayed her hips as she approached his desk. "As it happens, I have yet to eat myself."

Liang Yuan frowned, unimpressed. "Were you not dining at the canteen moments ago?"

"I did not find myself satisfied."

Liang Yuan sighed. "If your hunger persists, return to the canteen."

Without a word, Zhuang Shuyuan knelt before his chair, casting a provocative glance upward. "I possess a craving for something quite different."

Ultimately, Liang Yuan’s meal sat forgotten as he turned his attention elsewhere. An hour later, having tempered the defiance of this headstrong woman, he leaned back, observing the noble figure slumped in his chair with a distinct sense of accomplishment. He tossed her clothes back to her, muttering, "If your endurance is lacking, refrain from provoking me." He then returned to his food, allowing her time to compose herself.

After a long interval, Zhuang Shuyuan recovered, pinning her disheveled hair into a professional bun. She sat upright despite the ache in her limbs, refusing to vacate the chair. Though her expression remained one of deliberate fragility, she secretly relished the feeling of occupying the chair of the man who ruled Yangshan. She had successfully conquered the strongest man in the region; the power dynamic was an intoxicating, illicit pleasure that fed her deeper, more dangerous ambitions. Naturally, she hid this internal triumph behind a mask of exhaustion, projecting the look of a frail beauty unable to withstand further demands.

"Could you not assist me in standing?"

"Tch. You are a Superpower User and you have not regained your stamina yet?"

"Hmph. You possess not a shred of romance," she teased, acting the part of the offended maiden.

Liang Yuan remained unmoved. "You have been satisfied. Is there further business?"

Recognizing the futility of her performance, Zhuang Shuyuan sighed and straightened up. "During the meeting, you stated that every individual requires a fifty-point Main Attribute to safely anchor their Genetic Species. Was that fact or mere posturing?"

"It is an absolute truth. I do not deal in falsehoods regarding such critical advancements."

"Do you possess a method to accurately measure a person's current standing?" she pressed, her voice trembling slightly.

Liang Yuan realized then that her entire seduction routine had been a ruse to uncover this information. He studied her, asking, "You seek to consolidate your Genetic Species?"

Zhuang Shuyuan rolled her eyes in mock indignation. "Who among us would refuse the chance to reach a higher tier of power?"

Liang Yuan chuckled. "I assumed your only interest was in political leverage."

She parted her lips, her expression turning somber. "Without the strength to enforce my will, those beneath me will never truly yield."

Liang Yuan felt a flash of surprise. Her clarity was refreshing; in the apocalypse, authority was only as strong as the blade one wielded. Her desire for cultivation wasn't for the sake of the Dao, but to cement her dominance permanently. She remained the calculating, shrewd strategist he remembered.

"So, you wish for me to test your attribute levels?"

"Is it possible?" She cast a coy, longing glance toward him.

Liang Yuan smiled. He had enjoyed dinner; it would be poor form to break the bowl now. "Certainly." He produced his Spiritual Ability Glasses, donned them, and observed her. His brows shot up in genuine shock. "Spiritual Power: 47 points!"

Zhuang Shuyuan, practically vibrating with excitement, stood up. "What is the result?"

Liang Yuan lingered for a moment on the sight of her partially unfastened qipao. "Forty-seven points. You have been applying yourself to your training, have you not?"

Zhuang Shuyuan beamed, her joy genuine. "Forty-seven! All those grueling hours spent studying the Genetic Activation Technique with Lu Yuyan have truly borne fruit!"

Liang Yuan suspected the truth was more complex. It was likely that, along with her training, her frequent use of Mind Reading during interrogations had accelerated her growth, much like the passive gains other users experienced through constant combat. "Very well. You have your answer. You may leave."

Disappointment flickered in her eyes. How could he be so cold? After their intimate interlude, his eagerness to usher her out felt like a stinging insult. Her voice softened with a hint of acid, "Are you truly in such a desperate rush to be rid of me?"

Liang Yuan’s expression hardened. "Why must you remain?"

"You... do you have no desire to speak with me on a more personal level?"

Liang Yuan’s tone became ice-cold. "Have you forgotten our initial arrangement? We can play, but we do not entangle ourselves with emotions."

Zhuang Shuyuan paled instantly. She remembered well that she had accepted these conditions to secure her place at his side. Despite her desire for more—for a bond that could lead her to the center of his power—his absolute rejection served as a grim reminder of her status. She feared that a single moment of his irritation could dissolve her hard-won security. Forcing a smile, she smoothed her wrinkled attire. "I merely feel isolated at times and crave your attention. Why be so harsh?"

Liang Yuan said nothing, unconvinced. She was far from a lonely woman; her mind was a labyrinth of schemes for reaching the peak of influence. Her display of vulnerability was merely another weapon in her arsenal—a 'green tea' tactic handled by a master. Unlike others who merely used their faces to toy with geeks, Zhuang Shuyuan possessed both the drive and the raw talent to claim her prize. As the world continued to bend under the rule of the strong, her path seemed all but assured within this new order."