Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 407 Because I Was Too Proud

"I’m flattered," Hao Jian chuckled. "The fame of the four great families is deafening; it would be hard not to know, even if I tried." It turned out the one seeking him out was from one of the four great families, but he had no idea why they were looking for him.

"You’re quite the talk of the town yourself. The stories of you are all over Hua City," Ma Li said with a tinge of complimentary politeness.

"I’m just a minor character. How can I compare with the four great families?" Hao Jian replied with a smile. "But may I know why the Murong Family has sought me out? I shouldn’t have offended you, right?"

"Mr. Hao Jian, you misunderstand. We didn’t summon you to reproach you," Ma Li quickly clarified. "It’s because our miss wishes to meet you."

"Your miss?" Hao Jian frowned, thinking to himself that he had guessed correctly—it must be that mysterious lady who wanted to meet him.

"Our miss is called Murong Qiushui. She met you once at Jinxiu Villa and took quite a liking to you, so she wants to see you," Ma Li explained and then gestured for Hao Jian to follow her.

Without any hesitation, he took big, purposeful strides towards the interior.

Shortly after, he encountered the legendary Miss Murong Qiushui from the Murong Family in a back garden!

She was dressed in a flowing long gown, supremely graceful and elegant, looking as if she stepped out from a painting. Even her simple garb couldn’t conceal her breathtaking beauty.

Before seeing Murong Qiushui, Hao Jian firmly believed that the phrase ’beauty as stunning as a celestial’ was nonsense—you’ve never seen a celestial, so how could you claim her beauty compares?

It was only after seeing Murong Qiushui that he came to grasp the true meaning of ’beauty as stunning as a celestial.’ Although Hao Jian had never seen a celestial, Qiushui’s beauty could certainly rival that phrase.

Even in the plainest of dresses, she exuded an air of nobility and allure, no wonder she chose to veil herself that day, perhaps fearing her stunning appearance would cause trouble.

Hao Jian previously thought someone as beautiful as Shu Ya or Ruo Lan was unmatched, but after meeting Qiushui, he realized there were always higher mountains, and even more beautiful people in the world.

There she was, Miss Murong Qiushui, with a mist sprayer in one hand and a small trowel in the other, carefully tending to roses, occasionally wiping the sweat from her forehead. That slight movement simply highlighted her exceptional grace and composure.

That such a renowned beauty was engaged in gardening only added a unique charm.

Noticing Hao Jian’s eyes almost popping out of their sockets, both Ma Li and Bai Zihui couldn’t help but smirk coldly.

In their view, Hao Jian had already fallen for Qiushui’s beauty.

And no surprise there—they had been following Qiushui for so long and had yet to meet a man who could stay calm after seeing her true face. Hao Jian may be mysterious and powerful, but he was still a man, wasn’t he?

Every man inevitably succumbed to the allure of beauty!

Thus, it seemed a foregone conclusion that Qiushui would succeed in recruiting Hao Jian.

When Qiushui sensed Bai Zihui and the others’ arrival, she stopped her work, washed her hands, then picked up a silk handkerchief from the table to dry her fingers.

Every action she took was so graceful, she resembled a queen from the royal court.

Seeing Hao Jian entranced by her, a smug smile crossed Qiushui’s lips. In her eyes, Hao Jian was now no different from any other man.

"You must be Hao Jian, right?" Murong Qiushui approached with a beaming smile, extending her hand.

Faced with her presence, Hao Jian quickly snapped out of his astonishment and replied with a smile, "Since I’m here, there’s no need for secrecy anymore. Tell me, what do you need me for?"

"How dare you speak to the miss in such a manner!" Bai Zihui immediately scolded. Seeing Hao Jian’s nonchalant attitude, she couldn’t help but grow angry.

"Why wouldn’t I dare speak to her like this? First off, you are her underling and I’m not; secondly, you invited me here, which means you need something from me. With that being the case, why shouldn’t I speak my mind?" Hao Jian responded logically.

Seeing this, Murong Qiushui gestured for Zihui to calm down and then looked at Hao Jian with a smile: "The rumors indeed do not lie; you truly are a very unique individual."

"The rumors also say I’m very handsome. Why didn’t you mention that?" Hao Jian pouted, clearly dissatisfied that Qiushui had forgotten the most important attribute about him.

Qiushui’s face went blank—it was true, the rumors were right; this man was shamelessly thick-skinned and extremely narcissistic!

"That, I have genuinely not heard," Qiushui said with a wry smile, scrutinizing Hao Jian from head to toe. To her, he could, at best, be considered fair-looking, far from handsome or dashing.

"Then you’ve heard wrong. According to the rumors, I’m supposed to be dashing and debonair. All my other merits are just there to complement this ultimate one," Hao Jian said confidently.

Murong Qiushui didn’t argue back; her glamorous red lips revealed a hint of a sagacious smile, as if she had seen through Hao Jian’s tricks.

She had probably discerned Hao Jian’s pattern; this guy deliberately acted like a joker to nauseate others and establish his own aura. Read chapters at novelbuddy

Once you’re disgusted by him, then you’ve officially fallen into his trap.

Sly as a fox, Murong Qiushui quickly realized this, so she snapped out of it quickly. If this guy were really brain-dead, she wouldn’t consider him so highly.

Feeling Murong Qiushui’s gaze, Hao Jian also felt a bit uncomfortable. No wonder men don’t like women who are too smart; it’s true indeed.

In front of Murong Qiushui, Hao Jian felt like a gorilla prancing and posturing.

"Ahem." Hao Jian coughed awkwardly, not daring to play the fool any longer, "So, what do you want with me?"

"I want you to serve me!" Murong Qiushui stated her intention directly. Hao Jian’s skills were exceptional, enough to make her want to recruit him.

Of course, Murong Qiushui’s recruitment of Hao Jian wasn’t solely because of his skills. The fact that he could contend with the four young masters of Hua City with his own strength showed that he was an extremely intelligent person, brave and strategic, and that was the kind of person she needed.

"Serve you? What could I do?" Hao Jian asked in confusion.

"Help me confront the other three families!" Murong Qiushui smiled gently and beautifully, intoxicatingly so. She spoke as if she were talking about a matter of no consequence.

Hao Jian frowned slightly and said, "Are you joking with me?"

Taking on the other three families—was he out of his mind? Why should he bother with the other three families for no reason?

"Our miss never jokes," Bai Zihui said expressionlessly.

Murong Qiushui also smiled and spoke, "I greatly admire your abilities, and I believe that with your support, I will be as powerful as a tiger with wings. By then, you can stand at the pinnacle of power just like my Murong Family, with a name that will echo through the ages!"

If any other woman had said this, Hao Jian would have found it laughable; just a woman aspiring to compete on the battlefield like a man, vying for the world.

But this was said by Murong Qiushui, which wasn’t quite as funny. Because he could tell, just like himself, Murong Qiushui was also of imperial caliber. Since she dared to say it, she was determined to make it a reality, because she had that confidence.

In a chaotic world, she would be like Empress Wu Zetian, Mi Yue, an existence of that stature—such a woman possessing both talent and grand strategies, easily manipulating men to her advantage, was extremely terrifying.

Hao Jian didn’t find it laughable, but he still laughed—a laugh filled with irony and puzzlement.

"The miss is being sincere with you, and yet you dare to be so rude?" Seeing this, Bai Zihui was the first to get angry, glaring at Hao Jian.

"Why do you laugh, sir?" Murong Qiushui also asked curiously, smiling. Her words weren’t funny, or did Hao Jian think she wasn’t qualified?

"No, no, no, I’m not laughing at you, but at myself. If it were a few years earlier, and I heard what you said, I might have really agreed in a moment of excitement. It’s just a pity you’re a few years too late," Hao Jian laughed. After experiencing endless slaughter and darkness, he had lost interest in any struggle for power or influence.

Murong Qiushui’s brows furrowed slightly, "Do you really just want to linger in this insignificant Hua City?"

"That’s right. I’m not interested in power struggles now; I just want to live a peaceful life," said Hao Jian.

"A peaceful life? Does your current life seem peaceful to you? I bet you have no shortage of enemies, right?" Murong Qiushui continued to smile serenely, her face betraying no emotion. Even now, she was somewhat angry because no one had ever dared to refuse her before. Everyone knew that becoming a dog for one of the four famous families meant standing at the pinnacle of power, yet Hao Jian had just passed up such an opportunity?

"Yes, that’s because I have many enemies now, so I don’t want to attract more trouble," Hao Jian explained.

"But if you follow my Murong Family, those enemies of yours won’t matter at all. With my family’s support, they would never dare bother you again," Murong Qiushui coaxed gently.

But Hao Jian wasn’t fooled, and smiled, "But by doing so, I would face even more formidable enemies. I don’t want to attract sharks just because of some small fry."

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"And," Hao Jian suddenly narrowed his eyes, staring straight at Murong Qiushui, his smile became devilish as he said, "I’m not in the habit of being someone’s dog!"

What a joke, I am the formidable God of Death, the man atop the throne of gods, and you want me to be your underling?

"Do you look down on women?" Murong Qiushui’s face darkened immediately, thinking Hao Jian’s comments stemmed from underestimating her. There were not a few who held Hao Jian’s attitude; many felt she was no match for the other three families’ geniuses, so her gender had become a thorn in Murong Qiushui’s side.

"Don’t get me wrong, I don’t look down on women; on the contrary, I respect them. All great men have been brought into the world and raised by women, myself included," Hao Jian quickly denied, with a wry smile, "The reason I refuse you is simple: I’m too proud!"