Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 1958 - 287: Police Officer Xin Xiaoxiao 4

The Su sisters were clearly repulsed by the gazes of those three individuals. However, since it was inappropriate to cause a scene immediately, they had no choice but to take cover behind Wang Yue.

Regrettably, Wang Yue’s height wasn’t sufficient to fully shield them from those predatory stares.

Just then, several young men standing nearby started whispering among themselves.

One remarked, "Did you catch the news? A few days back, Young Master Wang went out to sea on business and ran into a formidable aquatic beast; he was absolutely petrified."

Another chimed in, "Yeah, that’s right. Word is he's so traumatized that he can't sleep alone anymore and crawls into bed with his mother every single night."

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Though they were supposedly whispering, their volume was high enough for Wang Yue to hear every word. It was a blatant attempt at provocation. These youths belonged to the faction allied with the Zhang family, and their goal to bait Wang Yue was transparent.

Wang Yue frowned internally. He had only used the excuse of being "weakened" to satisfy his aunt; he never truly viewed himself that way.

Ironically, his fabrication had come back to haunt him, and he was now being mocked because of that very lie.

The three major families hadn't leaked this information themselves.

If the public knew, it was undoubtedly due to the loose lips of the family maids. It wasn't necessarily a case of betrayal; more likely, they were simply careless with their chatter.

After all, these maids handled daily errands and frequently mingled with outsiders. When women engage in gossip, no topic is off-limits, and secrets often slip out unintentionally in the heat of conversation.

This situation served as a stern warning to Wang Yue: he needed to tighten the management of his servants. At the very minimum, they had to understand that certain matters were strictly confidential.

Ultimately, Wang Yue’s ambition was to bring every beautiful woman from the three major families into his bed, treating them as his own intimate circle.

If things continued like this, the maids would eventually notice his behavior. A single careless word from them could trigger a massive scandal.

As for the mocking youths, Wang Yue initially planned to ignore them. It was a fact that he had spent the last two nights sleeping with his mother; let them say what they wanted.

However, Wang Yue’s silence only emboldened them, making their insults even more vulgar.

"Do you reckon Wang Yue is doing it on purpose?" a short young man with freckles across his nose suddenly questioned.

The others burst into laughter, saying, "On purpose? Who would do something so humiliating just for a laugh?"

"Don't forget, he's touted as the most beautiful man in history," the freckled youth said with a lecherous glint in his eyes. "If I were in his shoes, I wouldn't be able to help myself."

"You little deviant, are you actually thinking about your own mother?" the others asked, sounding shocked.

The freckled youth realized he had let his true thoughts slip and felt a flash of embarrassment, but he quickly doubled down. "What’s the big deal? Plenty of guys have an Oedipus complex. Besides, it’s just a thought; I wouldn't actually act on it."

He followed this with a greasy smile, adding, "But if my mother were the most beautiful woman in history, I can't say I'd resist. Maybe Wang Yue feels exactly the same way."

While those words contained a kernel of truth regarding Wang Yue's actions, they insulted his mother’s honor, and Wang Yue could not tolerate such filth.

Furthermore, seeing the man’s repulsive expression and imagining the vile thoughts in his head filled Wang Yue with intense disgust.

While the man was still talking excitedly, Wang Yue let out a freezing snort. He blurred toward the group and delivered a heavy slap to the short man's face.

With a sharp cry, the short man was sent spinning through the air before crashing into the dirt. When he struggled to rise, his mouth had collapsed inward like a toothless old woman, making his ugly face look even more grotesque—Wang Yue’s strike had shattered every tooth in his head.

But Wang Yue wasn't finished. As soon as the man tried to stand, Wang Yue lunged again and stomped on his right knee. A sickening "crack" echoed as the leg bent forward at a sharp, unnatural angle.

"Ah—!" The short youth clutched his ruined leg, howling in agony on the ground.

The other young men finally snapped out of their shock. One of them, who looked aggressive but lacked true strength, barked, "Wang Yue, why are you attacking people?"

"If you speak nonsense, you get hit," Wang Yue answered with cold indifference. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the hand that had struck the man’s face before adding, "Didn’t Zhang Qingtian warn you?"

Rumors suggested that while Wang Yue was a gifted cultivator, his youth meant his Cultivation was likely only around the fifth layer of the Qi Refining realm.

These young men were in their early twenties, and most possessed Cultivation levels equal to or greater than Wang Yue’s supposed strength. Furthermore, they were emboldened by Zhang Qingtian, who was supported by three powerhouses from Tianhai.

Despite this, they hesitated to attack. The prestige of the three major families of Jinling was intimidating. They could only yell at Wang Yue, "Wang Yue, by causing a scene here, are you showing no respect to Master Zhang and the others?"

"Who does Zhang Qingtian think he is? My cousin doesn't give a damn about him," Su Jiaojiao shouted back intentionally. She knew that by "Master Zhang," they actually meant Zhang Lingfeng.

Though she was prone to acting on impulse, she didn't want her cousin to clash with the Tianhai faction immediately, so she used her words to muddy the waters.

The men were about to argue further when a sharp, frosty voice cut through the air: "What is going on here? If you want to fight, do it at home. This is a public venue!"

The crowd turned to see a tall, striking woman in a crisp police uniform marching toward them.

In this era, the police force consisted largely of former military personnel who had retired or been discharged.

There were also a few martial artists enlisted to maintain urban order.

While the former soldiers weren't as powerful as high-level martial artists, they were more than capable of handling civilians.

When organized into combat units, they could even suppress weaker martial artists.

As an official government body, the police provided excellent perks, attracting many talented martial artists to their ranks.

While they didn't hold the same raw power as the Adventurers Association, they exercised significant legal authority over both the public and cultivators alike.

Given the scale of the Zhang family's event, the police had naturally deployed officers to keep the peace.

This beautiful, heroic officer was part of that detail—in fact, she was the one in command.

Xin Xiaoxiao felt a wave of annoyance. An orphan raised by her master since she was a child, she had followed in his footsteps.

Her master was a legend within the Jinling police department, so it was only natural for her to join and become an officer dedicated to the law.

With an innate sense of duty and a disdain for crime, she loved her vocation, but she loathed today's assignment.

She was fully aware that her superiors had only assigned her this task to help her build her reputation and network with the elite.

She had zero sympathy for these martial arts factions, viewing them as a primary source of chaos in Jinling City. Yet, because of their political influence, the police were often powerless to stop them.

The arrogant young masters within these sects, who were constantly brawling, were her biggest headache.

Regardless of her personal feelings, she had to follow her orders.

Approaching Wang Yue and the group, Xin Xiaoxiao displayed her badge and stated, "I am Officer Xin Xiaoxiao, in charge of security for this sector. If you have disputes, settle them through talk or official martial arts challenges. If you cause a disturbance here, I will arrest you regardless of who your family is!"

Xin Xiaoxiao...?

Wang Yue glanced at her chest and couldn't help but think her name was a total contradiction.

She was barely twenty, yet her bust was as impressive as a mature woman like Xu Yanran. She wasn't "Xiaoxiao" (Small) at all; she should have been called "Big Chest Xiaoxiao"!

Of course, these were just his stray thoughts. He had actually heard of her; along with his cousins and Chu Mo, she was ranked among the "Twelve Beauties of Jinling."

The man who had challenged Wang Yue wasn't a complete fool. Seeing Xin Xiaoxiao, he immediately adopted a victimized tone. "Officer Xin, we aren't the ones causing trouble; our friend was just brutally attacked."

Xin Xiaoxiao’s gaze immediately locked onto Wang Yue.

She was quite tall, standing at 175 centimeters—the same height as Wang Yue’s mother, Su Mengyan.

Due to her intense training, her posture was impeccable. Combined with her sharp uniform, she appeared both gorgeous and intimidating.

Standing before the 170-centimeter-tall Wang Yue, she radiated a powerful aura of command.