Monk Forcefully Kisses the Golden Tycoon

Chapter Title: 002 Monk’s Forceful Kiss with the Golden Tycoon

Guan Shiyin lunged forward, and Fang Rulai instinctively pushed back with both hands. By some twist of fate, Fang Rulai’s hands landed squarely on Guan Shiyin’s most impressive asset—where softness should have been, he unmistakably felt a pair of apples.

Flat? Fake, just for appearance’s sake?

That was Fang Rulai’s first reaction upon confirming the apples in his palms. But in the next instant, the ruthless grip—one hand pressing the edge of the bridal veil, the other tight around his throat—made it clear he was entirely mistaken. The person before him might indeed have been flat-chested from the start! So all that show of mysterious depth and hidden skills he’d used to scare off his opponent was, in this case, nothing but a laughable, self-inflicted blunder.

That single lunge had revealed more than one secret; it exposed just how little he truly concealed. Now, the question was: how could he avoid dying right here on the spot?

The crimson bridal veil that once shrouded Guan Shiyin’s head now covered both of them perfectly. In the dim, enclosed space, the intent to kill was palpable.

Fang Rulai’s body went cold, his pupils contracted, and without thinking, he drove his knee upward. Since “she” was not, in fact, a “she,” attacking the vital point seemed the most effective strategy.

His move was quick, decisive, filled with the desperation of a man fighting for his life. Guan Shiyin instinctively tensed, ready to counter with his own knee, but just as the thought formed, he dismissed it. His legs weren’t fully functional—he couldn’t move them. As for his hands, the one holding down the veil? Absolutely not!

With that realization, Guan Shiyin released the grip on Fang Rulai’s throat and swiftly seized the would-be attacking knee instead. The plan to silence a witness could wait; if his secret was revealed today, the consequences would be far more severe.

The chill that had just invaded Fang Rulai’s body melted away as the grip on his throat loosened. He immediately shifted his hands from the apples to Guan Shiyin’s shoulders. Then, arching his waist and twisting his body, he flipped them both over. Seizing the advantage, Fang Rulai clamped his hands around Guan Shiyin’s neck.

He paused, glanced up at the bridal veil still fitting perfectly over their heads, and chuckled softly, “So, benefactor, are you now demonstrating to this humble monk the meaning of clinging to pride over life itself?”

“No, Master,” Guan Shiyin replied in a low, amused voice.

With the immediate threat to his life averted, Fang Rulai—now holding the upper hand—finally took the time to study the cross-dressing, perverse tycoon beneath him.

But as soon as he looked, he could not look away.

What an extraordinary beauty! Brows like curved moons, eyes brimming with allure and affection, a noble nose, lips tinged with spring’s warmth and ambiguity.

If the widow he adored was enchantingly beautiful, then this one was nothing short of bewitchingly wicked.

Even more wicked, this beauty was, in fact, a man. A man!

Fang Rulai nearly wanted to look up and sigh at the heavens.

In fact, he did sigh aloud.

Which prompted a mocking, triumphant remark: “See, Master, what I wanted to demonstrate is that one must first keep pride before preserving life. See? You’re already showing mercy, aren’t you?”

The words snapped Fang Rulai out of his daze. He tightened his grip, ready to strangle again, but a sudden, foreign sensation—just like the “apples” earlier—froze him in place.

In order to subdue the clearly skilled opponent, Fang Rulai’s body, after the flip, was half-lying over Guan Shiyin’s, tense and pressed as tightly as the snug bridal veil above them.

Thus, unexpectedly, Fang Rulai felt the very target he had intended to attack.

It was poised, dangerous, and fiercely alive.

Damn it! Flirting with an innocent monk! Fang Rulai cursed inwardly and squeezed down with all his strength. “Life or death, or we live or die together—your choice!”

Was there a living soul in the whole capital besides himself who knew the top tycoon’s golden daughter was, in truth, a man? If there was, they would be the next to die; if not, he would be the first!

He had no intention of dying.

Guan Shiyin burst out laughing. “Ha! Master, you are truly an enlightened one, giving yourself a test with only one answer, and me a choice with two outcomes.”

So what? Right now, he was the one with his hands on the gate of life and death! Fang Rulai glared. “Enough nonsense, hurry up and—ah, mm!”

He never finished his threat. First came a half-stifled scream, followed by a muffled groan.

The scream was because a hand had crept over their tightly pressed bodies.

The groan was because his scream provoked the ever-alert Guan Shiyin to silence him with a kiss.

Their eyes locked.

One smiled with mischief: So the Master’s aversion to apples is really a love for carrots.

One glared murderously: This time it’s not a choice; it’s your death sentence.

Oh? A hand wandered upward. Would the Master let go?

Only by letting go can one gain. Both hands tightened again. Farewell, tycoon!

Master, you—! Tears suddenly welled in Guan Shiyin’s eyes.

Fang Rulai froze in shock.

In that instant, Guan Shiyin’s hand, which had been holding down the bridal veil, swept it aside.

With a swish—

Daylight broke through.

All eyes turned.

Scandal exploded.

On a bright red wedding dress, a dirt-stained monk’s robe; beneath a gleaming bald head, a crown of glossy black hair; and in the center of that ethereal face, a young monk with rosy lips and white teeth was fiercely kissing the most eligible heiress in Yao Tian.

A gasp rose from the crowd, a wave as mighty as the ocean.

What was a young official losing his virtue at eight compared to this? What was a rich lord who’d buried wife after wife, or a brothel boy more alluring than any courtesan? All of that now seemed like dewdrops in the face of this spectacle.

Look! Here was a dignified young monk, in broad daylight, forcefully pressing his lips to the unmatched beauty of an unwed maiden. It was enough to rob the air from every chest and sear every eye.

Fang Rulai instinctively released his grip—he wasn’t bold enough to kill in public.

Behind the curtain of long hair, Guan Shiyin’s smile bloomed like a peach blossom: “Master, won’t you marry me?”

Fang Rulai narrowed his eyes in fury, then abruptly turned away. With a “puh,” a mouthful of bright blood splattered on the ground.

The crowd’s exclamations died in an instant.

Even Guan Shiyin was genuinely startled—what was he up to?

Fang Rulai, in a flash, rose, covered his face, and bolted. As he ran, he chanted loudly enough for all to hear, “Amitabha, Buddha is wise and merciful. The poison in the lady’s heart has entered her mind; to save her, I was forced to break my vows and draw it out. Should the Buddha punish me, let all the punishment fall upon me alone. The lady herself is without fault.”

“Oh!” someone in the crowd suddenly realized, drawing out the word. “Could it be that the same poison which crippled the young lady now clouds her mind?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” People agreed at once—otherwise, how could Miss Guan have thrown herself at a monk? Was she so desperate to marry a monk that she’d lost her mind? Impossible!

“Then, what about the embroidered ball?” Guan Yue approached, holding the marriage token. Should they try again?

The crowd nodded eagerly. Yes, try again!

Guan Shiyin pulled the red veil back over his head and, choking with emotion, declared, “Let all our neighbors bear witness: the Master risked heaven’s wrath to draw poison for me. Such a great kindness can only be repaid with my life in marriage.”

In an instant, all nodding heads became stiff with shock.

“Guan Yue, relay my command—send a hundred baskets of carrots to the temple to propose marriage!”

This chapter has been revised countless times, reviewed over and over… I only hope that what I present to you in the end has not lost its soul.

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