Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess

Jiang Yi's gaze was flowing, deliberately dragging her tone, soft and syrupy, like malt sugar, sweet enough to intoxicate.

Meanwhile, her toe lightly tapped against the other's thigh.

Jiang Shouzhong gritted his teeth, muttering under his breath.

This fairy, truly doesn't let anyone have peace even for a moment.

After breakfast, Jiang Shouzhong took out the secret records about the Demon Mirror given by the Zen Rebel Monk to continue his research.

Er Liang, on the other hand, went back to his room to practice cultivation.

Jiang Yi took out a high-priced skin-care treasure bought at the market these past two days, made something akin to a face mask, and applied it on her face, leisurely lying back on a recliner.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Shouzhong was quite speechless.

This woman's body, looks, and skin were already top-notch, yet she was so afraid of aging and becoming ugly.

Indeed, loving beauty is a woman's nature.

"By the way, do you have any clue where the Reincarnation Heavenly Venerate's remains are?"

Jiang Yi suddenly asked.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Shouzhong looked up and said: "The remains of the Reincarnation Heavenly Venerate should be inside the Imperial Mausoleum, but the mausoleum is heavily guarded, with countless mechanisms and the presence of the masterful Zen Rebel Monk, we can't get in.

Right now, we can only quickly investigate the cause of death of the former emperor of Nanjin Country, let the Zen Rebel Monk take us in. Of course, the premise is that the Zen Rebel Monk is willing to keep his promise."

Jiang Yi snorted coldly: "That monk probably won't take us."

"He shouldn't, should he?"

Jiang Shouzhong laughed, "A monk does not tell lies."

"Monks are full of nonsense."

Jiang Yi gently patted the pearl powder face mask on her face, mocking, "Besides, just the two words 'Zen Rebel' are a great disrespect to Buddhism."

Zen Rebel...

Jiang Shouzhong savored these two words, smiling: "It's a bit interesting."

Jiang Yi lamented: "It's a pity that my sister, that cowardly turtle, dare not come out. If the three of us joined forces, what's a mere Zen Rebel Monk? We'd beat him until even his own mother wouldn't recognize him."

Hearing this, Jiang Shouzhong's heart stirred.

He suddenly thought that ever since Jiang Yi regained the Heavenly Demon Technique, Little Jiangyi hadn't appeared.

This inevitably made him feel a bit lost.

Jiang Shouzhong couldn't help but ask cautiously: "My lady, has there been anything unusual with your body lately? I heard before that the Heavenly Demon Technique can cause some harm to the body, which worries me."

Jiang Yi, with her keen sensitivity, even though the man added a reason afterwards, still guessed the main point he wanted to inquire about.

"This certain someone here, truly cheap, eating from the bowl while thinking about what's in the pot."

Jiang Yi sighed, casually removing the mask from her face, twisting her voluptuous and enchanting waist, coming in front of the man.

Before Jiang Shouzhong could explain, Jiang Yi, like a nimble spirit cat, gracefully sat in his lap, her lotus arms wrapping around his neck like vines.

Jiang Shouzhong suddenly felt filled with her fragrant presence.

He instinctively wrapped his arms around the woman's soft and full waist, feeling like hugging a piece of warm jade through a thin silk skirt.

Jiang Yi's face was filled with seductive charm, a hint of a half coy half resentful smile on her lips, she said sweetly: "My dear brother, are you thinking of Little Yi? It seems you've somewhat grown tired of this old woman."

Oh no.

I've struck her sensitive spot again.

This woman's jealousy knows no bounds, even when it comes to her own matters.

Jiang Shouzhong hurriedly pushed out a wry smile, cautiously saying:

"I'm just curious, and how could I ever be tired of you? I wish I could hold you in my heart all the time, in my mouth afraid you'll melt, in my hands afraid you'll fall."

"Oh? Really?"

Jiang Yi's lips curved into a mesmerizing smile.

Jiang Shouzhong grabbed her jade hand, placing it on his chest: "You listen for yourself."

Jiang Yi withdrew her jade hand, leaned slightly closer, and with her fingertip lightly tapped Jiang Shouzhong's nose: "If I say Little Yi will never come back, won't you be quite disappointed, Jiang?"

Jiang Shouzhong's expression turned serious, his eyes firmly fixed on Jiang Yi, he said earnestly:

"You are Little Yi, and Little Yi is you. In my heart, you have always been one, how could there ever be talk of not coming back?"

"Is it truly so...?"

Jiang Yi, her face bright with a smile, slowly approached the man's ear, her cherry lips slightly parted, breathing out a warm breath that sent a shiver through Jiang Shouzhong's body.

Then, she slightly turned her lovely head, lightly bit the man's earlobe with her teeth.

Jiang Shouzhong shivered, swallowing hard.

Stay calm!

Must stay calm!

The more this woman acts so alluringly close and keeps smiling, the more you can't let your guard down.

Who knows, the next moment, she might just kick you hard.

"Really, in my heart, you'll always be Little Yi. I just like you."

Jiang Shouzhong continued to make amends.

Because the woman had just applied a face mask, she emitted a fresh, elegant fragrance.

And when the woman inadvertently swayed her head, her cheek lightly brushed against his, the moist touch irresistibly stirred him, his breathing became rapid.

Jiang Shouzhong couldn't help but turn to kiss her.

At that moment, a cold finger silently placed on the back of his neck, precisely landed on a specific acupoint.

The man's body stiffened, instantly halting his burning thoughts.

Although Jiang Yi wouldn't kill him, she certainly was capable of making him suffer.

After all, this Silver Moon Tower mistress was inherently ruthless.

"Jiang, don't you really miss Little Yi?"

Jiang Yi asked with a smile.

As she spoke, her hand rested on the man's chest.

Jiang Shouzhong instinctively wanted to shake his head in denial, but just as the words reached his lips, he suddenly came to his senses, realizing the impropriety, he forcefully stopped himself and said tenderly:

"There is only one Little Yi in the world, and she is in my arms."

The beautiful woman narrowed her phoenix eyes, staring straight into the man's eyes.

Jiang Shouzhong did his best to appear sincere.

His heart beat steadily.

"Fine, I'll believe you this time."

After a long pause, Jiang Yi's tense expression finally relaxed, she pouted her pink lips with a hint of sarcasm:

"A grown man, without the courage to admit it; if you truly miss Little Yi, I would be too happy. I would transform you back immediately."

Heh, believing this woman's lies is a sure way to ruin.

Jiang Shouzhong complained inwardly, his face still maintaining that tender expression: "The best Little Yi in the world is right in front of me, how can I even think of anything else?"

At last, Jiang Yi withdrew her hand from the man's chest.

Jiang Shouzhong breathed a slight sigh of relief, casually picked up the teacup from the table, and began tactically sipping water to calm his nerves.

"You're right, I am Little Yi, I always was, and I always will be. Right..."

Jiang Yi leaned closer to the man's ear, her red lips moved, and two softly spoken words of address slipped out.

The sound of these two words was so light, like a feather.

But they made Jiang Shouzhong spray out the tea in his mouth.

Even though Jiang Shouzhong quickly turned his head, some of the tea still sprayed on the woman's cheek, a few droplets trickled down her hair, landing on her smooth, snowy neck.

Jiang Yi wasn't angry; her face wore a charming smile: "Oh, it seems Young Hero Jiang really enjoys me calling you——"

"Stop!"

Jiang Shouzhong reached out and placed a finger on the woman's lips.

"What's wrong? Jiang doesn't like to hear it?"

Saying this, Jiang Yi leaned down and gently bit his finger.

The man smiled wryly: "My dear Mrs. Jiang, don't tease me. If you can help me calm down, you can call me anything you want, and charm me all you want. Don't just say 'dad,' 'grandpa' will work."

You don't truly know how attractive you are, I just fear hurting you, I care for you, otherwise this woman of yours wouldn't think of getting out of bed this lifetime."

Listening to the man's helpless complaints and praise for her charm, a hint of pride emerged in Jiang Yi's eyes.

She just loved having this kind of control over the other.

"Pah, who is seducing you?"

Jiang Yi's face blushed slightly, she spat, wiping the tea off her face, preparing to get up from the man.

"Don't leave."

Jiang Shouzhong placed both his hands on her waist, smiled, "Let me hug you. If I can't have you, I can at least hug you. Don't worry, I promise my hands won't wander."

Jiang Yi initially wanted to refuse, but seeing the tenderness in the man's eyes, she bit her lip slightly, snorted: "If you don't mind my weight, then you can hold me."

With a simple sentence, the woman started digging a pit again.

Any answer she found unsatisfactory, she'd leave directly.

Jiang Shouzhong inhaled the fragrance from her body, smiled: "Even if you turn into the sun in the sky, I would still hold onto you."

Jiang Yi squinted her charming eyes, the corners of her lips lifted slightly.

This answer, very satisfying.