Chapter 57: First Encounter with the Springwater Commander and the God of Pentakills

"That's right, think outside the box." Shen Xian stroked his chin, saying, "I suppose we could quietly reach out to those girls and tell them they're welcome to come, but each girl can only bring one guest, and they must say they're either in a romantic relationship or just friends."

In reality, many of the girls already have their guests’ contact information, and many guests are accustomed to booking only that one girl. When the girls can’t meet their performance targets—like room bookings or drink sales—they often message their guests privately. It’s a common practice, and KTV owners and supervisors actually encourage the girls to do this.

"This is a great idea!" Xiao Yang became excited. "Combine your method with Wang Tianqi's song, and I feel like I can turn things around instantly!"

"Work hard, kid!" Shen Xian patted Xiao Yang on the shoulder.

His phone chimed repeatedly, signaling a flood of messages from Zhou Wan to his main account. Yes, he had two WeChat accounts, and two phones—one for the Courier, and one for himself.

Zhou Wan had sent him numerous messages: "Where do you live? Is the master bedroom ready? I’m moving in soon, hurry and send me the address!"

True to her rebellious spirit, Zhou Wan was a woman of her word.

Shen Xian rubbed his phone, feeling a headache as he pondered how to reply.

Xiao Yang noticed and leaned over. "Whoa, who's moving into your place?"

Shen Xian replied, "It's Zhou Wan, the queen of love songs. She insists on moving in with me, and wants the master bedroom. It's giving me a headache."

"You're full of nonsense," Xiao Yang scoffed. "You can fool your buddies, but don’t fool yourself."

Who was Zhou Wan? She was the nation’s goddess, the dream woman of countless men. Even Qi Zhengqing, that notorious playboy, schemed endlessly for a chance to win her favor.

"Go on, you really need to experience a proper relationship." Xiao Yang said, shoving a black card into Shen Xian's pocket. "Dating costs money, and you’re short on cash now. Here’s my monthly allowance, not much, just over two hundred thousand. If it’s not enough, let me know."

Shen Xian was touched. "If only you were a woman, I’d be cured."

Xiao Yang sized him up and down. "We could try, you know. As good brothers, I can make you feel good."

Shen Xian turned to leave. "Don’t disgust me, my preferences are perfectly normal."

"I'll lend you my car. Chasing girls without a luxury car won’t do." Xiao Yang tossed him the keys to his father's Range Rover. He knew Shen Xian still didn’t own a car.

Shen Xian took the keys, thought for a moment, then said, "Alright, I’ll return it tomorrow. I really need to hurry back now."

He sped off in the Range Rover, racing toward his apartment complex.

He didn’t notice the Mercedes G-Class trailing him until he reached the entrance. The Mercedes accelerated and blocked his car.

Shen Xian broke into a cold sweat, slamming the brakes.

Before he could open the door, a woman in her forties or fifties stepped out, cracking her knuckles and twisting her neck as she strode toward him. She was well-preserved, her skin smooth and youthful, her face no older than her early thirties, dressed in a denim jacket.

As she walked, she removed the jacket and casually tossed it onto the Range Rover’s hood, revealing a tank top underneath. Her body was covered in sinewy muscle, her biceps especially prominent, the muscles bulging and defined.

What kind of woman was this? An iron Barbie?

She fixed her cold gaze on Shen Xian in the driver’s seat and strode purposefully toward him.

His view was clear, and as he opened the door to ask what was happening, the woman shouted angrily, "Xiao Zhengchun, get out of the car! Are you sneaking off to meet another floozy?"

She yanked open the door and, upon seeing Shen Xian inside, paused. "Who the hell are you? Why are you driving Xiao Zhengchun’s car?"

Shen Xian immediately realized who she was.

The Five-Kill War Goddess! Xiao Yang’s father Xiao Zhengchun’s infamous troublemaker, always hunting down his mistresses.

Shen Xian stepped out, smiling warmly. "Hello, sister. You must be Xiao Yang’s stepmother? I’m Shen Xian, Xiao Yang’s close friend. I borrowed the car from him this morning due to some urgent business, didn’t expect this misunderstanding."

To be honest, at six feet tall, Shen Xian still felt a bit intimidated facing the Five-Kill War Goddess.

Her face was beautiful, the denim jacket accentuating her fullness and charm. But without the jacket, those sinewy muscles and powerful biceps, especially her wide, muscular shoulder blades, were daunting. Honestly, not just five kills—ten kills, Shen Xian would believe it.

His repeated "sister" made the Five-Kill War Goddess beam with delight.

She looked Shen Xian up and down, her face full of maternal affection. "Oh, so you’re Shen Xian. I misunderstood. I thought your Uncle Xiao was off with another floozy again."

"I’m sorry for causing trouble," Shen Xian said politely and sincerely. "Would you like to come by my place for a visit?"

She waved him off, picking up her jacket. "No, I have to find Xiao Zhengchun. He stayed out all night again—worthless dog! By the way, you’re younger than me, just call me aunt. Calling me sister isn’t appropriate."

Shen Xian replied, "You look like you’re only four or five years older than me. Calling you aunt doesn’t feel right."

How could this kid be so sweet? And so handsome, too—he really knew how to charm women.

"Alright, come to my place for dinner sometime," she said, grabbing her jacket and preparing to get in the car.

Before she could, a middle-aged man jumped out of a taxi. "Honey, it was a misunderstanding! I drank too much while discussing business last night and slept at the restaurant."

The man was refined and handsome, appearing just over forty, scholarly in demeanor. Though in his fifties, his figure was lean and upright, not greasy in the slightest, his hair neatly combed. He held out his phone to the Five-Kill War Goddess. "Check the restaurant’s surveillance if you don’t believe me—I slept in a private room all night!"

She snatched the phone and walked off to examine it closely.

The man wiped sweat from his brow and stood beside Shen Xian. "You must be Shen Xian?"

Shen Xian smiled and nodded. "Hello, Uncle Xiao. I’m Shen Xian."

"I just called Xiao Yang about the car, and he said he lent it to you. As soon as I heard, I got worried and followed the car’s tracker here," the scholar, Xiao Zhengchun, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Luckily, you weren’t with a woman, or I’d have a hard time explaining."

Shen Xian forced a smile, glancing at the Five-Kill War Goddess. The muscles on her shoulder blades gleamed bronze in the sunlight, sending chills down his spine.

The scholar was so handsome—why was he drawn to such a woman? And so thoroughly dominated?

Seeing Shen Xian staring at his second wife, the scholar asked, "What do you think?"

"Aunt… is very strong…" Shen Xian didn’t know what else to say. "Uncle… you certainly have taste…"

The scholar boasted, "Of course! Don’t let her muscles fool you—so long as she doesn’t hit me, I’m willing to take the risk…"

Shen Xian, sipping water, spat it out in shock.

What a jaw-dropping statement!