Wife, Don't Be Like This!

Chapter 22 - Oh, Women

Luo Yuheng's smug look made Song Yan unable to help but laugh out loud. In this world, probably only she would truly treat him like a treasure.

This laugh washed away much of the sourness in his heart.

Seeing Song Yan laugh, Luo Yuheng seemed to get a little angry, and said while pouting:

"Yan'er, don't you dare take this lightly. These women outside nowadays, they are all like little fox spirits, seducing men everywhere. You are not allowed to do anything to let Tianxuan down."

"If you really can't hold it in, isn't there still Banxia?"

"And Kong Chan, Die Yi, Xue Ying. That's enough for you to ravage."

Ravage?

Is that word really appropriate?

Gu Banxia blushed beet red, but Luo Yuheng paid it no mind. She poked a finger between Song Yan's eyebrows:

"In short, no philandering outside."

Immediately after, she waved her hand, as if preparing to go back and rest. But as she passed by Gu Banxia, she suddenly stopped. Her expression was very strange. Although Gu Banxia seemed no different than before, a woman's instinct made her feel that something was not right.

Ten parts, no, twelve parts not right.

She walked around her again and again, making Gu Banxia's face flush completely red. Then, Luo Yuheng suddenly let out an "ah," as if she had finally discovered a blind spot.

"Banxia, come with me for a moment."

About half a quarter-hour passed, and Luo Yuheng and Gu Banxia returned again.

But when they came back this time, Luo Yuheng was triumphant, holding her head high and chest out. As for Gu Banxia, she was like a young wife being bullied by the main wife, her face full of grievance.

Luo Tianyi's head was full of question marks, completely unable to understand what had just happened.

Song Yan, however, could tell at a glance that Luo Yuheng had stolen Gu Banxia's bra.

Oh, women.

Song Yan felt he could probably make some things for women, like perfume, bras, and the like. It would definitely make a lot of money.

Especially perfume, the difficulty wasn't high. The biggest difficulty was high-concentration alcohol. As for the perfume bottles, that wasn't hard either. Washing out the oyster sauce bottles and using them for perfume was just right. After all, a glass bottle in this world was an 'ice-type glass', a top-quality material. Selling a bottle of perfume for a hundred taels of silver shouldn't be too much.

Thinking this, Song Yan felt as if countless pieces of white silver had appeared before his eyes. He was going to get rich.

Although he didn't have to worry about food and drink now, it was still better to have some silver on him.

Having said her piece, Luo Yuheng stretched her back forcefully and yawned:

"Oh right, on the seventh day of next month, there's a banquet in Song Prefecture. It's an invitation from the Provincial Governor's wife. For the sake of social etiquette, it's hard to refuse. You should go too when the time comes."

Originally, she wasn't planning to go, but now she had changed her mind.

It was probably also to have him tag along and broaden his horizons, but Luo Yuheng was very considerate of his dignity and didn't say it explicitly.

"This child understands."

"That's a good boy."

Luo Yuheng nodded with considerable satisfaction and finally left.

Next month is the seventh month, right? The seventh day of the seventh month? Isn't that the Qixi Festival?

There will probably be some drama with gifted scholars and beautiful ladies, reciting poems and composing verses.

Although Song Yan dislikes this kind of occasion, he is not afraid of it. If worse comes to worst, he'll just toss out a 'Queqiao Xian' from the great master Qin Guan, which should be enough to command the scene.

This world, although poetry is also popular, in terms of culture, it is far less brilliant than that other parallel world. There is no Li Bai, Du Fu, no Su Shi or Xin Qiji... well, according to the timeline, Su Shi and Xin Qiji probably haven't been born yet.

They might have to live in my shadow in the future.

As a transmigrator, he didn't feel much psychological pressure about being a plagiarist.

Even if Su Shi and Xin Qiji really do appear in this world in the future, with the talent of those few, it shouldn't be too difficult to write a few new poems. At most, it will just make things a bit harder for the modern students a thousand years later; the number of poems they have to memorize might increase quite a bit. Thinking of this, he felt a bit of smugness from his wicked sense of humor.

Luo Tianyi was still standing there blankly. She looked at her mother's departing back, then at Gu Banxia, her brow wrinkling tighter and tighter as she thought hard. After a long while, she suddenly showed a look of sudden realization, as if she had finally figured something out. She sidled up to Gu Banxia, and the two women whispered to each other. Not long after, Luo Tianyi suddenly looked up and stared at Song Yan, her gaze fierce.

Her eyes were full of contempt, as if Song Yan were some filthy thing.

If you've got the guts, don't you dare ask me for one in the future.

……

A banyan tree was planted in the back courtyard of the Luo Mansion.

The tree was very tall.

A lush green of scaly leaves, a hundred years of wind and frost have passed with the seasons.

It was quite old.

Standing on the treetop, one could overlook the entire Luo Mansion.

A slender figure was sitting quietly on a branch. The evening wind blew, and the hem of her white dress fluttered gently. A pair of slender calves dangled in the air. One wonders how she climbed to a height of ten or twenty meters.

Occasionally, a mischievous wind would lift the veil on her face, and in a fleeting glimpse, she was flawless, her jade-like face as if from a painting.

Only, her face was snow-white, without a trace of blood, which added a fragile charm, a pitiable beauty.

Her dark black eyes gazed from afar at the small kitchen. Under the veil, one could faintly see the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile.

That man was her little husband.

Although he was a bit younger, he was so very handsome.

Which young maiden does not harbor feelings of love?

Once upon a time, she had also dreamed of one day marrying her husband, bowing in the hall, and entering the bridal chamber. But she also knew that was just an extravagant hope. With this body of hers, she wasn't qualified to marry.

She wasn't going to live for much longer anyway, so why go and bring calamity to someone else?

But she had never thought she would actually get married. Although it wasn't her who performed the ceremony, and there was a slight regret, what was more important was that she could live.

And all of this was thanks to that little husband of hers.

She had no way to repay the kindness of saving her life. When her body recovered, she would definitely be doubly good to him.

But she was already more than three years older than him. She was nineteen now, and by the time her body recovered, she would probably be an old maiden of twenty-one or twenty-two.

I wonder if he will find me too old?

Thinking this, the young woman couldn't help but feel a little melancholy.

"You damned girl, what are you doing flying so high? Don't you know the condition of your own body?" A familiar voice came from her side.

The young woman was very envious. Her Martial Aunt was clearly already in her thirties, yet her speaking voice was not the least bit different from a sixteen-year-old girl's.

The newcomer wore a white Daoist robe, her figure also exquisite. It was none other than Daoist Priestess Yushuang. Like the young woman, she wore a veil on her face, with only her dark black eyes exposed. Following the young woman's gaze, she gave an understanding smile.

"Little girl, are you feeling the stirrings of love?"

"Martial Aunt, don't speak nonsense..."

"Who's speaking nonsense? If you're not feeling the stirrings of love, why are you peeping here all alone? Tsk tsk tsk, I never would have thought, that my martial niece is so improper. Simply a disgrace to the sect..."

Although they were on a tree branch, the two women started fooling around, and then, one slip, and they fell from the tree.

Just as they were about to hit the ground, the two women's graceful bodies twisted in unison. Just before making contact with the ground, their bodies suddenly halted, their speed slowed, and then they landed steadily on the ground.

This move alone showed an extremely high level of cultivation.

"Stop fooling around, Martial Aunt. Tianshu and the others are here."

……

Over at the small kitchen, Song Yan was unaware of the commotion in the distance, and was washing the pots and pans with Gu Banxia.

Just as they finished, he saw the two brothers, Luo Tianshu and Luo Tianyang, had returned. Luo Tianquan seemed to have other matters and had already left.

"Eh? Has everyone left?" Luo Tianshu looked around and said.

Seeing that Luo Tianshu had something to discuss with the Young Master-in-law, Gu Banxia tactfully left for the time being.

"Brother-in-law, Yang Guifang has been dealt with cleanly." Luo Tianshu said in a low voice:

"The remaining three old servant women are locked in the cellar. Have you figured out how you're going to answer to Song Hongtao?"

Song Yan nodded: "Don't worry about that. I have my own way."

The matter of Yang Guifang was easy to explain. The remaining three old servant women were a bit more troublesome, but it wasn't impossible to muddle through.

"That's good. I have a piece of news here that brother-in-law might be able to use." Luo Tianshu muttered secretively, his face even looking a little excited.

"Didn't brother-in-law ask me to see if I could pry open the mouths of those three old servant women and find out some of the Song family's secrets? I actually managed to get something out of them."

Song Yan's eyes lit up.

"What is it?"

"According to one of the old servant women... the Song family's Fifth Young Master, Song Zhen, seems to not be Song Hongtao's biological son.”