I Got Cheated On and Ended Up in A Beast World

The morning sun inside the spatial dimension was always perfectly warm, casting a gentle, golden glow over the massive modern mansion and the sprawling, lush green fields that surrounded it.

Unlike the harsh, thin spiritual air of the Upper Realm, the atmosphere here was sweet, completely thick with premium spiritual energy, and smelled faintly of blooming mountain herbs and fresh laundry.

Inside the grand master bedroom, a massive walk-in wardrobe stood open.

This wasn’t a standard beast-world stone chest; it was a fully custom, modern storage room with sleek glass panels, smooth wooden hangers, and rows of pristine shelving.

Hidden deep within the back sections of this wardrobe were several sets of clothes that had been sitting untouched for months.

They weren’t traditional robes or heavy leather armor, they were high-end, casual modern clothes that had originally materialised within the space’s inventory.

Lin Wan stood in the center of the room, her arms crossed over her chest as her cool, calm eyes swept over the two massive men standing before her.

"I am tired of looking at those heavy, suffocating beast hides every single day," Lin Wan said, her voice smooth and entirely direct as she pointed a slender finger toward the open wardrobe. "The weather in the city is getting warmer, and we are going to be interacting with more people from now on. Go in there, pick out the casual clothes from the back shelves, and put them on. No arguments."

Long Zhan, the Supreme King of the Dragon Tribe, stared at the neat rows of modern denim trousers and fitted cotton shirts as if he were looking at a nest of poisonous vipers.

His broad, heavily muscled shoulders flexed beneath his usual loose leather vest, his dark eyes filled with deep reluctance.

"Wanwan, these... these strange fabrics look incredibly small," Long Zhan grumbled, his deep, rumbling voice vibrating through the room as he cautiously picked up a pair of dark blue jeans. "There is absolutely no stretch in these leg holes. How am I supposed to execute a high kick if my thighs are compressed by this hard blue cloth?"

Lin Wan didn’t even blink. She merely raised an eyebrow, her gaze cool and unyielding. "They are stretch-denim, Long Zhan. They will fit your thick thighs perfectly fine if you stop flexing them for five seconds. Put them on."

Beside him, Qin Mo stood with his usual elegant, effortless grace. His long, dark hair fell perfectly over his shoulders, his pale, handsome face wearing a look of calm amusement as he watched Long Zhan get thoroughly suppressed by a single look from their female. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

However, his amusement quickly vanished when Lin Wan turned her gaze directly onto him, holding a specific bundle of clothes she had already pulled from the shelves.

"And this is for you, Qin Mo," Lin Wan said, a slight, rare smirk playing at the corner of her lips as she handed the bundle over to the beautiful snake king.

Qin Mo unfolded the fabric. It was a pair of loose, lightweight charcoal-grey linen trousers and a simple, perfectly tailored white V-neck linen shirt.

The fabric was incredibly soft, light, and clearly designed for maximum comfort. Qin Mo didn’t mind the shirt or the trousers; they actually matched his elegant, minimalist tastes quite well.

But as he looked deeper into the bundle, his eyes landed on the footwear.

It was a pair of simple, flat, black rubber flip-flops.

Qin Mo’s flawless brow twitched slightly. He picked up one of the flip-flops by the thin plastic strap, holding it up to his eyes with extreme skepticism. "Wanwan... what exactly is the meaning of this piece of rubber? Am I supposed to walk out wearing a flat piece of tread with a single string between my toes?"

"They are called flip-flops, Mo," Lin Wan replied smoothly, sitting down on the edge of the plush mattress as she picked up a glass of fresh fruit juice. "They are incredibly comfortable, perfectly casual, and highly practical for the warm weather. Stop being dramatic and put them on."

"Mother! Look at Daddy Zhan! He looks like a stuffed sausage!"

A crisp, high pitched baby voice suddenly echoed from the doorway. The triplets, Xiao Chen, Xiao Rui, and Xiao Jue, had just trotted into the bedroom, their round, chubby faces filled with absolute delight.

It was Xiao Chen and he was pointing his tiny, silver-furred finger directly at Long Zhan’s legs, laughing so hard his round stomach bounced beneath his miniature silk robe.

Long Zhan was currently red in the face, aggressively tugging the dark blue jeans up over his massive, sculpted thighs.

Because he refused to stop tensing his heavy muscles, the denim was indeed gripping his skin like a second layer, making his usually terrifying, dominant posture look incredibly stiff and awkward.

"Be quiet, you little mutts," Long Zhan huffed, finally managing to button the waist with a loud, metallic *snap* that sounded like a minor spiritual explosion.

He stood up straight, shifting his weight from side to side with a thoroughly irritated expression. "Wanwan, this is completely ridiculous. I feel like a captured beast tied up in ropes."

"You look perfectly fine," Lin Wan said, her eyes tracing the way the dark denim highlighted his powerful leg structure and broad frame, though she kept her voice entirely casual. "Now, Daddy Mo. It’s your turn."

Qin Mo let out a soft, resigned sigh. Knowing there was absolutely no escaping Lin Wan’s decrees inside this household, he elegantly stepped behind the privacy screen.

Within a few moments, the rustle of linen fabric stopped, and he calmly stepped out into the light of the bedroom.

The entire room went completely, utterly quiet for a second.

Even the three laughing triplets stopped their giggling, their wide blue eyes blinking in pure fascination.

The simple, casual modern clothes did not make Qin Mo look ridiculous at all. Instead, the loose white linen shirt sat perfectly against his lean, broad chest, the V-neck opening just enough to expose his sharp collarbones and a hint of smooth, pale skin.

The charcoal trousers hung loosely around his long, elegant legs, giving him an aura of complete, effortless relaxation.

But the real shock was the flip-flops. As his pale, perfectly shaped feet slid into the simple black sandals, the casual, low-effort footwear did not diminish his status.

Instead, it did the exact opposite, the sheer contrast between his ethereal, dangerously handsome face and the ultimate casual attire made his visual impact look incredibly vivid, striking, and entirely overwhelming.

He looked like a supreme, immortal deity who had stepped down from the heavens just to take a lazy stroll through a summer garden.

Qin Mo took a few experimental steps, the soft *thwack-thwack* sound of the rubber soles hitting the wooden floor echoing through the quiet room.

He adjusted his long sleeves, a slow, highly dangerous smirk spreading across his lips as he saw the faint glint of appreciation in Lin Wan’s eyes.

"Well," Qin Mo murmured, his voice smooth and dripping with silk as he walked over to Lin Wan’s side, completely ignoring Long Zhan’s envious glares. "If my female likes this flat rubber so much... I suppose I can bear with the lack of armor for today."

.....

The Grand Alliance Hall of the Beast Capital was a structure built entirely from massive, polished obsidian stones and heavy, dark ironwood. It was a place designed to exude pure, suffocating authority.

Today, the high ranking elders of the capital’s elite clans had gathered for an emergency security meeting to discuss the recent spiritual fluctuations in the surrounding territories.

The atmosphere inside the massive hall was incredibly tense, thick with the scent of old leather, bitter herbal teas, and the competing, oppressive auras of several dozen high grade beast-cultivators.

Every single elder in the room was dressed in their absolute finest, most traditional royal robes.

They wore heavy, multi-layered silk garments embroidered with complex clan crests, thick fur collars that reached past their ears despite the warm afternoon heat, and massive stone amulets meant to showcase their wealth and status.

They sat straight in their high ironwood chairs, their faces dark, serious, and completely stiff as they tried their best to look as intimidating and powerful as possible.

"The border security must be reinforced immediately," the Chief Elder of the Bear Clan grunted, his heavy, fur-lined sleeves sweeping across the stone table as he slammed his thick fist down. "The spiritual pressure from the upper atmosphere is shifting. We cannot look weak right now!"

"And where is the representative of the Beaver tribe?" a sharp-nosed Fox elder sneered, adjusting his heavy, golden-trimmed collar with a pompous sniff. "He dares to make this grand council wait? How completely arrogant."

It appears the Beaver tribe must have a beef with this Fox elder to have him targeting him in such occasion.

Before the Fox elder could finish his complaint, the massive, heavy ironwood doors at the back of the hall were casually pushed open.

The heavy stone hinges didn’t even slam; they merely creaked softly as a tall, remarkably elegant figure stepped through the threshold.