Wife, Don't Be Like This!

Chapter 41

The night was still a bit stuffy.

Perhaps because it had rained in the morning, the air was a little damp.

Although the Luo Mansion was bustling, as night fell, it gradually sank into tranquility. Only some crickets would make calls comparable to cicadas, adding a bit of noise to the quiet night. Mixed in was the sound of mud frogs. Perhaps because it had rained, these mud frogs had also become active at night.

Habit is a very frightening thing.

From the initial fear of being abducted into the cave by the mysterious white-robed woman, to the shock of the mysterious lady in the bridal chamber, to now, there was surprisingly not much surprise in his heart. Instead, there was a feeling of it being routine.

Compared to this woman's sudden appearance, Song Yan was even rejoicing over another matter: he had finally sensed this woman's presence, although the woman's chest was almost pressing against his back.

After cultivating day and night for this long, with Gu Banxia's help, his strength had indeed improved.

The familiar aura had already let Song Yan know the other party's identity. Choosing his words, Song Yan slowly spoke: "Miss..."

As he spoke, Song Yan turned around. He was really curious about her appearance. But just then, another gust of cold wind blew past. The candlelight in the bedroom flickered and then went out.

The spacious bedroom was plunged into darkness. Only the moonlight from outside the window could bring a little bit of light.

Before Song Yan could say anything, that figure seemed to teleport, appearing out of thin air in front of him without the slightest sound of footsteps. Immediately after, a pair of slender, slightly cool arms had wrapped around his neck.

Through the veil, just like always.

The cold lips pressed against Song Yan's mouth.

The rest of his words were stuck in his throat. Those cherry lips were a little sweet.

Savoring it like this, before he knew it, they were already at the bed.

The young woman's graceful body, and the subtle sounds coming from her nose, were the best aphrodisiac in this world.

……

The night was pitch black.

The bright moon had hidden in the clouds at some point, as if too shy to watch this scene of carnal pleasure between a man and a woman.

Song Yan lay quietly on the bed. Who knows if it was because his power had recently improved, or because this time had been too short, only lasting less than an hour. All in all, he was not particularly tired.

The beloved had already left. Only a faint fragrance still lingered on the pillow.

Does this count as being raided at night?

Savoring the recent taste, Song Yan's expression was strange. Even now, Song Yan still didn't know what she looked like, yet between the sheets, the two were like an old married couple, perfectly in sync.

The window was still creaking. Song Yan became more and more certain that she must be someone from the Luo Mansion... and she even knew Gu Banxia.

Gu Banxia was only gone today, and that mysterious woman appeared before him. If you were to say it was a pure coincidence, Song Yan wouldn't really believe it.

But, who exactly is she?

Luo Tianyi? Yushuang? Even that wife of his whom he had never met? Or other handmaidens from the Duke's mansion? Or perhaps there were other existences in this Luo Mansion that he was unaware of?

After a short rest, Song Yan climbed out of bed. This mysterious woman, every time she appeared, the improvement she brought him was enormous. He operated the ‘Hundred Treasures Compendium’, and his internal breath began to circulate through the meridians of his body.

Speaking of which, this ‘Hundred Treasures Compendium’, could it be the lost secret manual of the Hehuan Sect?

For some unknown reason, this strange idea suddenly popped into Song Yan's mind.

But he quickly shook his head. How could there be such a coincidence in this world? According to what Yushuang said, this ‘Hundred Treasures Compendium’ had been lost for several decades. It made no sense for it to suddenly appear. And besides, how could it have fallen into the hands of those Wokou?

For the entire night, Song Yan was trying his best to adapt, adjust, and even manipulate his internal breath. Even though he hadn't closed his eyes, he didn't feel the slightest bit of fatigue. It wasn't until a sliver of fish-belly white appeared in the sky that Song Yan finally opened his eyes, stood up, and threw a punch forward.

Whoosh!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

This time, it was no longer that superficial imitation of Tai Chi, but the simplest and most direct straight punch that anyone could throw.

Where the fist landed, he could even feel a wisp of wind from the punch. Listening to the sound, the force was greater with each strike.

It wasn't until the last sliver of internal force in his body was completely consumed that Song Yan finally stopped. The shirt on his body was already soaked through with sweat. His muscles were gently twitching as if electrocuted. His whole body was scorching hot. Song Yan felt exceptionally exhilarated and comfortable.

This was the first time Song Yan had completely exhausted the internal force in his body. Immediately after, he felt strands of coolness gradually seep out from the deepest parts of his body. New internal force was slowly being generated, and it was even more tenacious than before.

There was a knock on the door.

It was Gu Banxia.

She had originally come to wake the Young Master-in-law to wash up and eat, but she hadn't expected the Young Master-in-law to be drenched in sweat, as if he had just had a fierce fight with someone.

Although she didn't know what the Young Master-in-law had been doing, Gu Banxia had never been the type of woman to talk much. She silently helped Song Yan prepare hot water, and after he changed into dry, new clothes, the smell of sweat also disappeared.

"Banxia, where were you last night?"

Gu Banxia's face turned slightly red: "Young Master-in-law, this handmaiden... has gotten that."

Song Yan was stunned: "That? Which that?"

Her face flushing an even deeper red, Gu Banxia seemed extremely ashamed. She shot a sideways glance at Song Yan.

"My heavenly water."

So the relatives came.

Was it just a pure coincidence?

Gu Banxia didn't notice the look on Song Yan's face. She gently helped Song Yan tidy his clothes.

"The Young Master-in-law could have looked for Kong Chan and the others."

But Song Yan shook his head: "They're too small."

He wasn't that much of a beast.

It's just that in this era, it was extremely common for girls to marry in their teens, so Gu Banxia didn't think they were small. And then she thought of the other meaning, looked down at her chest, and her face became even more delicate and flushed.

Really, the Young Master-in-law. How can he say such things so casually?

Truly shameless.

Kong Chan and the others are a little small, but they'll grow up eventually.

But on the other hand, she was also secretly pleased. Before this, Gu Banxia had disliked her own figure. It was too shameful. Everywhere she went, it would attract all kinds of gazes, and it was also quite inconvenient for moving around, feeling very uncomfortable when she jumped.

But now, she felt a little satisfied in her heart. Since the Young Master-in-law likes it, then it should be a good thing, right? It wasn't so hateful anymore.

Then Gu Banxia suddenly remembered something: "Oh right, Young Master-in-law..."

"Um, the chest... the bra you gave this handmaiden last time, do you still have any?"

"I have some, but didn't I already give you a few?"

"This time I need a smaller one..."

A smaller one?

Staring at Gu Banxia's chest for a couple of glances, Song Yan seriously doubted that if it were really one size smaller, with it being so tight, would Gu Banxia even be able to breathe?

She's probably asking for her fellow handmaidens.

Thinking this, Song Yan said: "How small? Steamed bun sized?"

Gu Banxia thought about it seriously: "Even smaller."

……

The talk of farming was taken as a complete joke by Luo Yuheng. She didn't really make Song Yan go farm or be a shopkeeper in a store. For these few days, Song Yan stayed in the Luo Mansion, not leaving the house, and doing some things that seemed very strange to outsiders.

For example, he boiled good quality sugar into a syrup, then added muddy water and bamboo charcoal to it. Everyone who saw it sighed in regret.

After all, sugar was an extremely precious thing in this era.

Then, who knows what he did, but the originally yellow syrup turned into white chunks.

Just when everyone felt the Young Master-in-law was really amazing, the chunks were smashed into powder by the Young Master-in-law with an iron hammer. It made people feel quite heartbroken, because those white chunks were really sweet.

The Young Master-in-law also mixed perfectly good egg whites into black powder. Everyone who saw it said it was a waste.

Those were eggs!

Perhaps his brain illness was acting up again.

Having spent so much time together, those servants and underlings had mostly gotten used to it. They didn't particularly dislike it. After all, even when the Young Master-in-law was having an episode, he would just quietly do some things that were difficult for ordinary people to understand. At most, he would just waste a few things. He wasn't like other patients with brain illnesses, who would be foolish and drooling, or even attack people indiscriminately.

The only strange thing was that when the Young Master-in-law was preparing those black granular substances, he strictly forbade anyone from getting close. Not even the Luo brothers or the two little sisters-in-law were allowed.

Occasionally, he would get serious and learn some martial arts from Zhang Long and Zhao Hu. It's just that most of the moves were too complicated for Song Yan. Only a few moves like the Groin Kick, Black Tiger Steals the Heart, and Two-Finger Eye Gouge, he showed great aptitude for.

Although they didn't know how well the Young Master-in-law was learning, they saw Zhang Long and Zhao Hu grabbing the Young Master-in-law's hand, bitterly begging him to never say that they were his masters.

It wasn't until four days later that Zhao Hu hurried to the Young Master-in-law's side.

"That old woman Xiao has confessed."

Saying this, he leaned in and whispered in his ear. As he listened, Song Yan's eyes lit up.

Facts have proven that when one of your own turns on you, they are even more vicious.

Luo Tianshu's capable subordinates had tortured them for so many days but couldn't pry open Xiao Cuilan's and Lai Qiuju's mouths, yet Liang Qiaofeng had succeeded.

"Zhao Hu, this evening, you and Zhang Long will accompany me out."

Song Yan lowered his eyelids and said with a smile. So many days had passed. That Song Yun must be getting impatient. It's time to give him a little bait.