My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 208 - 174 Little Story After the Rain (Fake)_2
Chapter 208: Chapter 174 Little Story After the Rain (Fake)_2
Chapter 208: Chapter 174 Little Story After the Rain (Fake)_2
Lingfei Zhao slightly tilted her head and gazed into Zhao Rong’s gentle eyes. In the darkness, she remained silent, still intently watching his eyes with an inexplicable look.
Zhao Rong understood immediately and coughed lightly, sincerely saying, “I dare not do it again, truly I dare not. My wife, from now on if I ever go more than a thousand zhang away from you, I will report to you…”
Lingfei Zhao examined Zhao Rong’s spirited eyes a few more times.
At that moment, they were filled entirely with her.
Lingfei Zhao nodded slightly and stretched out her right hand, bringing it close to Zhao Rong’s outstretched palm.
Zhao Rong’s heart leaped with joy, but the next second, the hand he had extended to hold hers instead grasped a warm and damp wooden handle.
It was her oil-paper umbrella, still carrying some of her residual warmth.
Lingfei Zhao glanced at him haughtily and huffed, holding her head high as she walked straight ahead.
Zhao Rong was stunned, then quickly caught up, walking alongside her, holding the umbrella over her to shield her from the rain.
He looked just like a fawning follower…
It was just that…
To Zhao Rong’s disappointment, Lingfei Zhao did not let herself be coaxed into his room but walked straight past the entrance to Zhao Rong’s courtyard, heading back in the direction of Nanci Mansion.
Zhao Rong’s previous authoritative tone, in fact, also contained the intention to bluff her into his room, to take her by surprise. Unfortunately, Qing Jun wasn’t tricked…
Perhaps she herself was also afraid that once she entered his room, during the long night, something would happen that she wasn’t yet mentally prepared for, allowing Zhao Rong to luckily pass the examination period and receive that ink-colored Jade Token.
Regarding the Jade Token, actually, both of them had a kind of unspoken agreement, an understanding without words. Should Zhao Rong receive it, it would symbolize that their relationship was completely restored, as good as new, just like the candlelit wedding night half a year ago when Zhao Rong recovered the memories of his past life. He was full of anticipation when he lifted the red veil from Lingfei Zhao’s head; the exchange of Jade Tokens sealed their union for life.
However, it looked like before that, Qing Jun seemed intent on testing the sincerity of his declaration “I wish to be known to you…”
And for now, Zhao Rong’s strategy was… to survive before making waves. Once he had Qing Jun won over, well, he could indulge then…
The rain that had been pouring down from last night seemed to have lightened a bit this night.
Zhao Rong held the umbrella for Lingfei Zhao all the way, escorting her to the entrance of Nanci Mansion.
Zhao Rong had intended to return the umbrella to Lingfei Zhao and was preparing to leave.
But Lingfei Zhao flicked her sleeves and another oil-paper umbrella appeared in her hand; she didn’t reach for the one Zhao Rong offered.
Although he was wearing a raincoat, having an umbrella was, of course, better. However, why didn’t you bring out the second umbrella on the road earlier…? Zhao Rong’s heart stirred, as the memories of the warmth and the subtle fragrance from her body under the same umbrella along the way made him reflect in silence.
Just then, Lingfei Zhao, who should have turned to enter Nanci Mansion, didn’t move.
She stood in front of Zhao Rong, motionless.
Though Lingfei Zhao was tall among women, she was still shorter compared to the lanky figure of Zhao Rong. However, the difference in their heights was just right, perfect for hugging… Zhao Rong thought to himself.
But before Zhao Rong could think further, the woman in front of him moved.
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Lingfei Zhao gently stood on tiptoe, raising her hand with four slender fingers coming together toward her palm, grabbing a dry patch of sleeve, covering half her palm, and started to wipe the rain off his face.
Her hand, wrapped in the sleeve, carefully caressed Zhao Rong’s gaunt cheeks, wet sideburns, cold forehead, and neck dripping with rainwater, carrying a pleasant scent.
Occasionally, his rough skin could feel the touch of Lingfei Zhao’s warm, wet, and slippery fingertips.
Zhao Rong stared blankly at the lady in front of him.
She slightly tilted her delicate chin upward, biting her red lips, her eyelashes long, eyes quivering, her expression serious, and her gaze filled with his reflection.
Zhao Rong suddenly felt that if life continued in this plain way, it might not be so bad. There were no grand stories or heartbreaking memories, just a simple existence—you keeping me in your thoughts, with me thinking of you.
Me quietly reading books, writing a love poem for you each day, you peacefully pursuing your cultivation. And when you’re tired, let’s go out for a walk. If it’s sunny, you just need to wear your white clothes, letting the sunlight flood in as you graciously smile, waiting for me to take your hand. If it’s raining, you just need to hide under my umbrella, letting my chest press against your cheek. You will gently wipe my sweat with your sleeve as I watch you like this…
Before long, Lingfei Zhao’s originally dry sleeve was completely wet. She pinched it, wringing out some rainwater, then seemed ready to withdraw her hand.
But suddenly, her bare hand was captured by another, larger hand by the wrist.
Lingfei Zhao struggled a little, though with very little strength, it was more of a token effort.
Zhao Rong turned his head, letting his cheek be covered by her warm, damp hand.
He affectionately rubbed against the center of her palm like a kitten.
Lingfei Zhao watched silently, the corners of her mouth gently upturned, smiling softly.
Zhao Rong was also smiling, his warm gaze interlocking with hers through the gaps of her fingers.
The warm breath from his mouth tickled Zhao Lingfei’s palm.
“Qing Jun,” Zhao Rong called softly.
“Here,” she responded, somewhat shyly.
Zhao Lingfei began to gently stroke Zhao Rong’s chiseled face.
She traced his arched eyebrows, his bright eyes, his straight nose, his stubble…
Zhao Rong blinked and kissed her fingertips.
Zhao Lingfei, shocked as if electrified, withdrew her hand.
He smirked devilishly.
Zhao Lingfei, with her face flushed, ran away.
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At Nanci Mansion, southwest corner.
Xiahe Courtyard.
Ye Lanzi arrived at the door, and from the knocking maid, she received a brocade box, casually returning inside.
As usual, she placed the brocade box carelessly on the desk without giving it much thought and went about her other tasks.
It was much later when Ye Lanzi returned indoors, intending to proceed to the quiet room for cultivation. However, as she passed the desk, a glance reminded her of something, so she paused in front of it.
She stood silently, staring at the brocade box, silent for a moment, perhaps recalling something, a faint sigh escaping her, and a hint of…resentment appeared in her eyes.
But it vanished in the next instant.
Ye Lanzi casually opened the brocade box, her gaze sweeping over it, and indeed there was only a pale pink letter.
After all, she wasn’t like Elder Sister Lingfei, who received dozens of letters every day…
With a slight smile, she didn’t bother to read closely but casually picked up the familiar “love letter” from the box.
Yes, a love letter would be the right term, at least that was what he had said.
Ye Lanzi, with nimble fingers, skillfully pulled out the paper from the letter—it was the familiar paper used for letters between lovers.
She unfolded it, her eyes casually scanning over it, expecting, as always, to find those long and obscure “sweet nothings”.
But the next second, Ye Lanzi’s gaze froze on the paper.
The paper only contained a few short rows of characters.
Her eyes were instantly captivated by it.
Ye Lanzi, entranced, read for a while, her lips involuntarily murmuring:
“Between the green mountains and clear waters, I want to hold your hand.
And cross this bridge.
Above the bridge are green leaves and red flowers, below it, flowing water and houses.
Beyond the bridge lies our youth, this side of the bridge… our silver years.”
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered to herself.
Ye Lanzi stared at the love letter, unblinking, silent for a moment, her expression shifting.
This was not Fan Yushu’s handwriting, certainly not… This regular script was imposing and graceful, as full of beauty as the love letter itself, a pleasing sight to behold.
She quickly flipped over the envelope she was holding in her left hand, and there, she saw the name of the sender…
“Zhao Ziyu?”
Ye Lanzi muttered, stunned.
