Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess

When it comes to Jiang Yi, Jiang Shouzhong is quite well-behaved.

He said he'd only hold her, and indeed, he only held her.

If it were Hong'er or Miaomiao instead, who knows how far things might escalate; Jiang Shouzhong couldn't guarantee—most likely they'd end up fighting with their clothes off.

But Jiang Yi is different.

The strong-willed Jiang Yi detests being manipulated.

If you play tricks with her in matters of flirting, trying to treat her like a naive girl, you're really asking for trouble.

For an illness, you must prescribe the right medicine.

Likewise, you must treat women with the right approach.

Of course, Jiang Shouzhong doesn't want to play too many games in chasing women or guess at their thoughts—more often, he just communicates genuinely.

Feelings need cultivation, but they also require sincerity.

No matter how many tricks you use to attract a woman, eventually, you'll slip up—they can't sustain for long.

Unless you're just messing around.

But Jiang Shouzhong definitely doesn't want to just mess around.

Not to mention anything else, just for Jiang Yi's legs alone, he'd want to play for a lifetime.

"It seems there are still many secrets at Water Moon Manor that haven't been uncovered, especially that place called the Divine Prison."

Jiang Yi perused the secret records about Demon Sea Mountain and said softly,

"According to Tu Danalie, entering the Divine Prison leads to the Taoyuan Holy Land. But the records show that the Divine Prison Gate has appeared only once over the years. Even if we turn Demon Sea Mountain upside down, we probably won't find it easily."

Jiang Shouzhong hugged Jiang Yi and laughed:

"Others might not find it, but I might. Since it's called Divine Prison, maybe only the dead can see it—and, coincidentally, I am dead."

"Why aren't you just a ghost then?"

Jiang Yi glared, "Such nonsense, it's really ominous. Be careful it becomes true someday, and you actually become a dead person." Saying this, she lightly tapped the man's forehead with her jade finger.

Jiang Shouzhong grinned: "Rarely does the lady show concern for me; I'm quite touched."

"What did you call me?"

Jiang Yi looked at the man with a smile.

This time, Jiang Shouzhong didn't change his words. Looking earnestly into her eyes, he said, "Lady."

Jiang Yi's cheeks reddened; she didn't become angry or sarcastic, instead she averted her gaze with a touch of embarrassment, muttering: "Taking advantage, you deserve a beating."

Feeling the warmth of the woman's waist beneath his hand, Jiang Shouzhong refrained from teasing further and hugged her a bit tighter, saying:

"The Divine Prison isn't pressing; right now, we should focus on this mirror. I'd truly like to know if, when the time comes to look in the mirror, another me might appear."

"I don't believe it could be that magical."

Jiang Yi picked up a grape from the table, holding it to the man's mouth, "Perhaps it's just an illusion technique."

Jiang Shouzhong bit into the grape and, looking at the information recorded in the secret files, couldn't help but reflect:

"Demon Mirror, Water Moon Dream Mirror… Who knows where that Red Rain came from; it brought so many miraculous treasures. I even feel that over eighty percent of the magical treasures in the world originated from Demon Sea Mountain."

Upon hearing him mention the Water Moon Dream Mirror, Jiang Yi curiously asked: "Has the Water Moon Dream Mirror appeared recently?"

Jiang Shouzhong shook his head: "Ever since I used the Water Moon Dream Mirror to kill You Tan, it hasn't appeared. This thing truly intends to claim my life; maybe next time it will set a death trap for me."

Jiang Yi furrowed her willow brows, lightly encircling the man's neck with her jade arm, she said: "I believe you can handle it."

Jiang Shouzhong suddenly said: "If I—"

But before he could finish, a finger pressed against his lips.

With eyes squinting, Jiang Yi stared at him with a look he'd never seen before and said blandly:

"I hate hearing discouraging words, especially from you. You know, Jiang Shouzhong, you're quite impressive in my mind right now, so please don't disappoint me."

Feeling warmth in his heart, Jiang Shouzhong nodded: "Alright."

"Good boy."

Jiang Yi smiled warmly, patted the man's head, and tipped down to kiss his forehead, "Giving a little reward to my Young Hero Jiang."

"Can't there be more rewards?"

Jiang Shouzhong stared at her moist and alluring red lips.

"What kind of reward does Jiang want?"

Jiang Yi's gaze was as deep and enchanting as a fathomless pool, rich with affection and captivation.

Seeing her make such an expression, Jiang Shouzhong knew she was again in a playful mood, and laughed awkwardly: "Actually, the rewards right now are already plentiful."

He picked up the teacup from the table and tactically took a sip.

But as soon as he took a sip, the teacup was snatched away.

Jiang Yi laughed charmingly, tilting her head back to drink the tea completely, intentionally letting a few drops trail down her mouth, glide across her snow-white neck, and disappear into her collar.

Jiang Shouzhong's breathing quickened somewhat.

Yet the woman said nothing, simply watched him with an enigmatic smile.

Thankfully, Jiang Shouzhong regained his composure and coughed softly, saying: "If you're willing to give me a reward, I'll take it; if not, I won't forcibly ask for it."

Seeing the man so honest, Jiang Yi's smile grew broader.

Although there was also a slight hint of disappointment, what mattered was feeling Jiang Shouzhong's respect for her.

This inevitably made the woman quite pleased.

She was very aware of her own allure, which is why she lacked security, worried that Jiang Shouzhong's kindness was solely due to her beauty and appearance.

Especially in terms of age, she was significantly older than Jiang Shouzhong.

This was a sensitive area in Jiang Yi's heart.

Age is always a woman's greatest concern.

Being a woman who is domineering, possessive, craves affection, yet has no sense of security, it's quite difficult to find satisfaction and happiness from a man.