My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 207 - 174 Little Story After the Rain (Fake)

Chapter 207: Chapter 174 Little Story After the Rain (Fake)

Chapter 207: Chapter 174 Little Story After the Rain (Fake)

Zhao Rong had not reached the Realm where he could see in the night, and perhaps “that person” across the darkness could, but he could not.

However.

In the darkness, those long eyes like autumn water were exceedingly bright, their light clear and piercing.

Zhao Rong knew it was her, and even in the pitch-blackness where he could not see his own hand before his face, he could accurately pinpoint the position of the teardrop mole under her left eye.

What expression did Qing Jun wear at this moment?

Zhao Rong really wanted to know.

When the slim silhouette stopped at the corner, Zhao Rong quickly moved forward to the same eave she was under.

But this place offered no shelter from the rain, the cold autumn rain still beating diagonally onto Zhao Rong and Lingfei.

However, neither of them cared, as at this moment, their eyes only held each other.

Zhao Rong removed his straw rain cape, raised his hand, and wiped his face, “Have you finally deigned to see me?”

Lingfei gazed at him for a moment without returning Zhao Rong’s words.

“Where did you run off to?”

The usually cold voice was slightly hoarse at this moment.

Zhao Rong suddenly felt somewhat guilty, like a child who had been running around without “parental” permission, “Didn’t I tell you that I had some matters to attend to today? That’s why there was only that one letter.”

Lingfei’s tone carried grief and annoyance, “Liar, when did you tell me, and where is your letter?”

Zhao Rong frowned, “You didn’t receive that letter this morning?”

Lingfei bit her lip and sniffled, “I… I went to the door seventeen times, and your letter never came.”

“Damn that Fan Yushu…” Zhao Rong cursed inwardly, but now was not the time to pursue this matter. It was more important to appease Qing Jun first, “Ahem, alright, Qing Jun, I’m aware of this matter and will explain later. Let’s go inside first; the rain is too heavy, your umbrella isn’t enough, it’s all falling on you. Let’s hurry inside, you mustn’t catch a cold.”

Lingfei heard the concern and urgency in his voice, her heart sweetened, but remembering how she had foolishly waited for him all day outside, lost and worried, she felt a bit aggrieved, her eyes glistening.

Lingfei sniffled again and said petulantly, “I’m not going in, I haven’t caught a cold, and even if, even if I have, it’s none of your business.”

“If you haven’t caught a cold, why are you sniffing?”

Lingfei turned her head away from Zhao Rong, “Is it any of your business?”

Zhao Rong’s mouth twisted, “It is my business, you are my lawfully wedded wife, every part of you, every single hair is mine. How can I not be involved? Little Qing Jun, let me tell you, don’t you dare let my wife catch a cold, or else… heh heh, otherwise the family rules will be waiting.”

In the dark, Lingfei paused, as if she was trying to think of what their family rules were…

Of course, Zhao Rong couldn’t tell her that these “family rules” were something he conjured up just a second ago, ready to produce some not-for-children, rhythmically suggestive sounds.

Without giving Lingfei much time to ponder, the next second, he headed towards the courtyard door, not up for discussion, “Come on, follow, be good, listen to your husband.”

Lingfei trembled slightly, wiped her eyes, but her gaze remained resolute as she stood still, fixating on Zhao Rong’s retreating figure.

Why are you so domineering, it’s clearly you who made people worry, and still, your tone is so harsh, you, you better not forget that right now you’re the one chasing me… Brother Rong’er, is it because you really think you’ve got me, I, I…

Lingfei secretly bit her lip, wanting to think of ways to get back at him, even wanting to speak some “harsh words,” but for some reason she dared not think or speak them, not even in her heart, because in the end… she still couldn’t bear to see him hurt.

Lingfei couldn’t help being annoyed with herself for being weak, for repeatedly accommodating Zhao Rong and belittling herself, and for always thinking of him when practicing her swordsmanship. Today, again, she was like a crazed person seeking him out, and when she found he was missing, she had been in a daze all day, full of wild thoughts.

Zhao Rong sensed something and stopped, turning around.

He looked back at the dark, where the slender and tall silhouette was.

Seeing that Lingfei was motionless and silent, and her eyes were glistening, he suddenly whispered to himself that something was wrong and inwardly cursed at himself.

For a moment, Zhao Rong hadn’t adjusted back, carelessly using the demeanor and tone with Qing Jun that he used when he was with little Xiao.

In Zhao Rong’s heart, although Qing Jun and little Xiao were two completely different women, they had some commonalities.

Little Xiao was the little one who took grievances, and when he was somewhat overbearing, she liked it, feeling a sense of security, and would always stick foolishly to him.

Qing Jun was that conservative, aloof kind of woman, self-respecting and self-loving, but he could be overbearing in certain aspects without a problem, because Qing Jun also lacked the sense of security given by a man and longed for a man to rely on. However, he could only be reasonably and legally overbearing.

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In the end, both beauties fell into the category of little women, especially Qing Jun, who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside, appearing to be a strong and independent big girl on the surface, giving such an impression to outsiders, but her heart was soft, always housing the little girl who clung to Zhao Rong’s sleeve in her childhood. However, the various responsibilities and duties forced upon her by growing up had made Lingfei strong.

Therefore, Zhao Rong’s mistake just now was about being “domineering” at the wrong time; their relationship was still in a period of reconciliation, and Qing Jun had not fully accepted him. Yes, in her heart, she was still cautiously scrutinizing him…

Ahem, all because of those “overbearing CEO” TV dramas from his previous life that he had watched too much…

Zhao Rong’s thoughts raced through his mind, and in the next moment, he pursed his lips, walked back to Lingfei, and extended a hand gently toward her, saying softly, “Alright, it is your husband who is wrong, my lady, don’t be sulky anymore.”