Chapter 135: You Did Nothing Wrong

Chu Fei shook his head; he rarely took the initiative to inquire about matters that didn’t interest him. Beside him, Zhou Mi, however, was quite knowledgeable about the martial arts world.

She explained to Chu Fei, “Wu Jian is a prison specifically designed to detain martial artists. It was established by the Martial Arts Prohibition Bureau, and it’s said that no one has ever escaped from there.”

The Martial Arts Prohibition Bureau was founded with the original intent of better managing the community of martial artists. Imagine if someone possessed immense power without any official organization to restrain them—the society would descend into chaos. This is precisely why the bureau’s existence is necessary.

Although Nie Ke’er had always looked down on the bureau’s personnel, she had to admit that their presence had indeed reduced the crime rate among martial artists, as those who committed offenses were locked away in Wu Jian.

When Nie Ke’er mentioned this prison, it sparked an idea in Chu Fei’s mind. He looked at her and asked, “From what you’re saying, are the people locked up in Wu Jian being used by the bureau for human experiments?”

“Those are just rumors,” Nie Ke’er replied cautiously. “I can’t be sure. Wu Jian is managed by the bureau, and if they really did use prisoners for experiments, we have no proof.”

“But over the years, Wu Jian has developed many tools to suppress martial artists, like the Spirit-Sealing Shackles. Do you really believe they didn’t use martial artists as test subjects?”

The Spirit-Sealing Shackles were the very ones Mia had used to bind Chu Fei’s wrists. They could indeed seal the spiritual veins. However, Chu Fei’s spiritual veins were different from those of ordinary martial artists, which was why they didn’t affect him.

As Nie Ke’er said, if they managed to develop such equipment, they must have conducted numerous experiments on martial artists. In other words, Wen Nuan’s disappearance over the past ten years might well be because she was imprisoned in Wu Jian.

At the thought of this, murderous intent flashed in Chu Fei’s eyes.

Zhou Mi noticed what Chu Fei was thinking and warned him, “Wu Jian has been around for so many years, and no one has ever escaped. Do you really think little Nuan could break out on her own?”

That was true. Wen Nuan had no spiritual power and wasn’t even a martial artist. If she did possess such strength, how could the Du family have imprisoned her so easily?

So there were still doubts surrounding the matter. It was too soon to condemn the Martial Arts Prohibition Bureau outright.

Hearing their conversation, Nie Ke’er looked at Wen Nuan curiously. “Why are you bringing up that ominous organization? Does it have anything to do with this little one?”

“More or less... we’ll explain everything when the third sister and the others come back,” Zhou Mi replied.

From her perspective, since Chu Fei had agreed to let Nie Ke’er stay here, it showed he trusted her. There was no intention to hide anything, and the girl seemed quite sincere anyway.

Chu Fei was indifferent to all this. Nie Ke’er was honest with him, so he saw no reason to keep secrets. After all, she would be living here for the next month—it wouldn’t do to keep things from her.

Just then, Meng Ziyi and Shen Miaoyu returned. Secretary Jin had gone to deliver an invitation to Song Yalan.

The two women immediately saw Nie Ke’er sitting at the dining table. Meng Ziyi knew Nie Ke’er and was aware she was Chu Fei’s fiancée. But before she could speak, Nie Ke’er greeted Meng Ziyi warmly, even somewhat ingratiatingly. After all, Zhou Mi had mentioned that this villa belonged to Meng Ziyi; if Nie Ke’er was to stay here, she needed to leave a good impression.

As for Shen Miaoyu, after a simple greeting, she sat down to eat. On the way back, Meng Ziyi had already briefed her about Nie Ke’er’s situation. She knew she was Chu Fei’s fiancée and felt a pang of jealousy, but also understood her own precarious position and lacked the standing to object.

“This is the situation, Sister Meng. Can you let me stay, please? I’m begging you,” Nie Ke’er said, recounting everything about Chu Fei and Huo Chao. Being from the upper echelons of the capital, Meng Ziyi knew who Huo Chao was and had always disliked the eight great clans, which was why she had refused to join the Clan Alliance.

“You praying to me won’t help; ask Xiaoyu,” Meng Ziyi said, considering Shen Miaoyu’s feelings.

Nie Ke’er then looked at Shen Miaoyu, puzzled. “Are you also Chu Fei’s senior sister?”

Zhou Mi had only told her that Meng Ziyi was Chu Fei’s senior sister, so she assumed Shen Miaoyu was as well.

Shen Miaoyu shook her head. “No, I’m not.”

“Then what’s your relationship with Chu Fei?” Nie Ke’er asked with curiosity.

Shen Miaoyu felt awkward. Were they lovers? They hadn’t officially confirmed anything. Were they just friends? Yet they had been intimate more than once.

“He’s my man,” Chu Fei interrupted bluntly, “and I’m his first.”

His words stunned not only Nie Ke’er but also Shen Miaoyu, who looked at him in surprise. She hadn’t expected him to admit it so openly. After all, he still needed his fiancée to change his fate; if Nie Ke’er knew this, it would surely affect her impression of him.

“He’s a man—fourth senior sister gives you a thumbs-up!” Zhou Mi raised her thumb, admiring Chu Fei’s boldness.

Meng Ziyi smiled slightly, a mix of envy and admiration, but she was pleased with Chu Fei’s response.

Nie Ke’er, coming back to herself, said inexplicably, “Well, then I’m relieved.”

“Relieved?” Shen Miaoyu looked puzzled. “Shouldn’t you be angry? You’re his fiancée, yet he’s been with me behind your back...”

Nie Ke’er waved her hand. “I don’t like him, so why would I get mad?”

“Honestly, I feel more at ease this way. I’m so beautiful, I was afraid he might fall for me!”

“Now that you’re watching her, I’m not worried she’ll plot against me. Besides, he’s not the only one with a fiancée!”

Seeing Nie Ke’er so magnanimous, Shen Miaoyu relaxed and smiled, “I have no objection to you staying.”

“Yay!” Nie Ke’er cheered, lifting a bottle of drink. “Ladies and little sister, I’m the new member of this household. Please take care of me!”

“You’re a maid,” Chu Fei corrected.

Nie Ke’er frowned. “You have such a cold way of speaking! It’s outrageous!”

Shen Miaoyu and the others laughed, but little Wen Nuan still looked heavy-hearted.

Chu Fei looked at her. “Still thinking about today?”

“Chu Fei, did I... do something wrong?” Wen Nuan lifted her head, a broken feeling she couldn’t explain lingering in her eyes.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Then why did those people come for me? Did I cause you trouble?”

“Just remember, you did nothing wrong.” Chu Fei reached out and pinched Wen Nuan’s cheek gently. “As for the rest, I’ll take care of it.”

Wen Nuan finally relaxed. She raised her drink and toasted with the others. Then, pointing to a dish on the table, she said, “Chu Fei, do you know the best way to eat this?”

“Eat it while it’s hot?”

“It’s best when you feed me.”

“...”

After dinner, Zhou Mi shared what she knew about the Martial Arts Prohibition Bureau.

Upon learning that Wen Nuan might have been imprisoned for ten years, the women were furious. Nie Ke’er even wanted to tell her father and expose the matter, but Meng Ziyi stopped her.

In her view, the matter was too soon to conclude. At least wait for Wang Pangzi to provide an explanation before making any plans.

Chu Fei agreed.

In the end, Chu Fei instructed Nie Ke’er not to inform anyone from the Martial Alliance.

Nie Ke’er assured him she wouldn’t betray their trust.

Later, Meng Ziyi brought up the upcoming banquet. Looking at Chu Fei, she said, “I’ve promised Meng Kaiwen to hand over the Wanli City project to the Shen family.”

Chu Fei smirked. “Did he believe you?”

“Of course,” Meng Ziyi sneered. “The contract’s signed, and with my family pressuring him, how could he not?”

Chu Fei and Meng Ziyi sought precisely this effect. What better way to shatter a person’s spirit and hope than to pull someone who thought they were in paradise straight down to hell?

Nothing left.

“Tomorrow night’s banquet is going to be very interesting.”

Chu Fei’s smile concealed a blade. It was time to settle matters with the Shen family once and for all.