Return of the King, Dominating the City

Chapter 1254 - 1239: Mistaken for a Pervert

As soon as Song Yun entered the supermarket, he headed straight for the female hygiene products section. Gazing at the dazzling array of brands, Song Yun was speechless.

Flowery, colorful, blue, red, pink.

Various colors.

There are also daytime ones, nighttime ones, high-capacity ones, extended ones, for young girls, rose-scented, passion fruit... Of course, this last one is candy.

Song Yun felt like a math idiot who had suddenly stumbled upon Goldbach’s Conjecture. Everything in front of him made Song Yun wonder whether coming here was too hasty.

Song Yun casually picked up a pack of pads, feeling a soft touch in his hand.

Song Yun couldn’t help but marvel, no wonder many people used pads as lining during overseas military training; the soft texture is excellent, and it has good absorption properties. Placed underfoot, warm in winter and sweat-wicking in summer, truly a rare good insole.

Thinking of those days abroad, a smile flashed across Song Yun’s face, and he gently kneaded the pack of pads in his hand.

"Oh no, is that person a pervert?"

"Exactly, squeezing women’s pads in the women’s sanitary section and laughing creepily. This person must be a pervert!"

The voices of several women entered Song Yun’s ears.

"Pervert?"

Song Yun was stunned, thinking how, in this bright and clear world, a pervert can possibly appear, especially a pervert in the women’s pad section? We, justice seekers, must rid the world of such perverts!

Song Yun solemnly glanced around, noticing about two meters to his left were two middle-aged women chattering, seemingly glancing at him while speaking.

"What?"

Song Yun glanced down at his hand, which was holding a pack of pads he’d kneaded into a distorted shape, the words "young girl night use" glaring dazzlingly, almost blinding Song Yun’s eyes.

"Oh gosh, is it me they’re talking about?"

Song Yun looked up again at the two middle-aged women, realizing they were pointing at him, faces full of righteous indignation and disdain.

"These aren’t mine."

Song Yun hurriedly tossed the pads onto a nearby shelf, waving at the two women.

But Song Yun’s action only made things worse, as the two women spoke even louder, "Of course, we know it’s not yours! Would it be yours? Good grief, what’s happening to people these days, taking pleasure in squeezing pads!"

"Exactly, it’s not yours? If it were yours, you’d have taken it home to squeeze it already. I say, you might as well buy it and squeeze it at home, instead of doing it here; who knows what kind of thoughts you’re harboring. It’s really disgusting!"

Their performance of one voice harmonizing with another left Song Yun speechless, and they spoke so loudly that many shoppers nearby turned to look.

"I..."

Song Yun glanced around, noticing everyone either looked at him with curiosity or disdain, or the gaze one would give a pervert.

At that moment, Song Yun felt a bit at a loss.

A few ordinary people making a master on the War God List like Song Yun at a loss is certainly something to be proud of.

"I’m... not the kind of person you think I am!" Song Yun shouted.

"Tch, who would admit they’re a pervert!"

It must be said, the middle-aged woman’s ability to annoy is quite high, "You think those bad people would confess they’re bad?"

"Oh gosh!"

Song Yun faced more contemptuous gazes and didn’t bother to buy pads and swiftly turned to dash out of the supermarket.

Song Yun felt his lifelong reputation ruined in the supermarket’s women’s pads section.

Those disdainful gazes made Song Yun’s scalp tingle, he wanted to explain but couldn’t, and explaining would only make it worse. So, decisively dropping the matter was a good solution. But the "pervert" label, Song Yun couldn’t find a chance to clear it.

After a tough struggle between integrity and male pride, Song Yun chose the former.

This time, without caring about day use, night use, or extended ones, Song Yun just grabbed what seemed about right, a total of no less than ten packs. With a bounty of pads, Song Yun completed the checkout amidst the stunned, shocked, puzzled, contemptuous gazes of the cashier and those queueing to pay, and left the supermarket.

Whew.

Song Yun ran upstairs from the ground floor in one breath. This pad-buying trip felt like a battle with a master on the War God List, leaving Song Yun panting and sweating on his forehead.

Looking at the assortment of colorful, different flavors and sizes of pads, Lin Yu’s eyes showed a hint of surprise.

"I’ve never bought such a thing, so..." Song Yun awkwardly touched his head.

"Song Yun, thank you."

Lin Yu’s eyes flashed with laughter, carrying a trace of emotion, saying, "I didn’t expect someone as macho as you would... would..."

"Haha, it’s only right," Song Yun said with a smile. "Well, you choose whatever suits you, it’s getting late, I’ll be off."

"Aren’t you going to stay with me?" Lin Yu bit her lower lip with her teeth, asking.

"It’s not that I don’t want to stay with you, but your period won’t let me," Song Yun replied helplessly.

"Not even if I say there are other ways to be together..." Lin Yu gently lowered her head, face flushed red, eyes filled with charm.

Song Yun swallowed, contemplating that even with her period tonight, engaging in anything else might not be fully enjoyable. So it’d be better to wait for a more auspicious day. After swallowing, Song Yun righteously shook his head and said, "Your body isn’t suitable, so let’s skip it. Take care of yourself, I’ll possibly be away for a while, and we’ll see to it when I return."

After speaking, Song Yun didn’t look back at Lin Yu’s reluctant eyes and turned to leave her home.

"Sigh."

Watching Song Yun’s departing figure, Lin Yu sighed helplessly, shaking her head.

Every crucial moment, her period arrives.

These times, how does a single word "worry" cover it?

As Song Yun drove home.

In SH.

In a high-rise building in Xuhui District.

On the 38th floor.

This is a floor few have the privilege to access in the building.

Legend has it, there’s a deadly bamboo pit viper on this floor, any unfamiliar person approaching will be torn apart by the viper and its minions.

The lighting on the 38th floor is dim, exuding an eerie ambiance.

A middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses sat with his legs crossed on a sofa. Behind him stood a woman pale enough to be even more eerie.

Zhu Yeqing.

This woman who once appeared during Song Yun’s early ventures in Sunan now looks even more alluring than before.