Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Instead, she wholeheartedly surrendered herself to the intensity of the moment, embracing the shared passion between them.

As their lips reluctantly parted, Wang Jian couldnʼt contain his delight, a soft smile playing upon his lips.

”It seems you have finally made up your mind about our relationship. Your response fills me with genuine happiness,” he whispered, his voice tinged with affection.

Hong Meilinʼs voice carried a tender vulnerability as she replied, ”I cannot deny these feelings, Your Highness. Itʼs a truth I can no longer suppress. I have fallen for you, and it would be futile to resist.”

With their hands interlocked, Wang Jian gently guided Hong Meilin towards their next destination.

”Come, let us gather your belongings and make our way to my factionʼs camp, which lies farther ahead. I had to employ my swiftest technique to reach you once I received your signal,” he explained, his tone laced with determination.

Together, they moved through the aftermath of the fierce battle, carefully collecting the spatial rings and other precious artifacts left behind by the fallen church comrades.

Each item held memories and significance, and Hong Meilin ensured that none were left behind.

Once they had secured everything, they resumed their journey towards Wang Jianʼs faction, their footsteps echoing in harmony.

Unknown to Hong Meilin, Wang Jian had deliberately instructed his faction to continue their advance, creating the illusion that they were much farther away.

It was a calculated move, intended to enhance Hong Meilinʼs perception of his efficiency.

Wang Jian knew that these subtle details would not go unnoticed by Hong Meilin. By orchestrating such a swift rescue, he aimed to leave a lasting impression, deepening her admiration for him.

After a weary journey of fifteen long hours, Wang Jian and Hong Meilin finally arrived at the campsite where Wang Jianʼs faction had set up their temporary abode. As they entered the camp, the members of his faction swarmed around them, their curious gazes filled with anticipation and concern.

Eager to know the details, the faction members bombarded Hong Meilin with questions, their voices filled with genuine empathy.

Overwhelmed by emotions, Hong Meilin recounted the harrowing events that unfolded in the forest, her voice tinged with sorrow and grief.

She spared no details, painting a vivid picture of the Crimson Cultʼs sudden and brutal assault, and the tragic loss of her comrades.

Listening intently, Wang Jianʼs subordinates absorbed every word, their expressions growing somber with each passing moment.

They understood the gravity of the situation and the pain Hong Meilin must have endured. Their hearts went out to her, a collective empathy resonating through their ranks.

Sensing the need for solace and respite, Wang Jian took charge, issuing a command that dispersed his subordinates, allowing him to lead Hong Meilin to a secluded and tranquil corner of the camp.

The peaceful ambiance embraced them, offering a moment of respite from the chaos that had unfolded.

As they settled down in the serene surroundings, Wang Jianʼs voice was gentle and comforting. ”Take a moment to gather yourself, Hong Meilin. I know it has been a difficult journey for you, and I admire your strength and resilience. Your comrades will always be remembered.”

Hong Meilin nodded, her eyes welling up with tears once again.

She felt a mixture of gratitude and sorrow, grateful for Wang Jianʼs understanding and support during this trying time.

The weight of her emotions began to lift, knowing she was now in the presence of allies who would stand by her side.

In the tranquil atmosphere of the tent, they found solace in each otherʼs presence.

”...I will take my leave now. Do not hesitate to seek me out should you require any assistance,” Wang Jianʼs voice resonated with courteous grace as he gracefully exited the tent.

He understood the significance of granting Hong Meilin some solitary respite, fully aware that the opportune moment for a passionate night would soon occur.

Once outside, Wang Jian rendezvoused with Lady Zhuoran, his voice laced with an enticing allure as he extended an invitation for a rendezvous at the stroke of midnight within the confines of his own tent.

The mere utterance of those words ignited an electric anticipation within Lady Zhuoran, her heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and eagerness for the intimate night that lay ahead.