My Wife Is The Final Boss-Chapter 812 - 456: Running Away Is Shameful (Double-Length, Part 2)
Is it that my outfit is really that shocking?
Li Zhibai looked down and thought there was nothing inappropriate about her attire. Although the dress was from the Flower Moon Building, it was still quite conservative.
Her red dress was indeed striking, with a bit of a feminine robe style and slits on the sides. But instead of revealing fair skin, the slits showed fitted trousers underneath.
Given her excellent figure, the top part of the outfit was rather tight, but overall... Li Zhibai was quite satisfied with her attire.
Because she had a great figure since childhood, anything she wore would appear somewhat alluring regardless. The broad Daoist Robe usually helped cover that... Now, this red attire was already quite good; though it still highlighted her figure, at least, it complemented the shoulder embroidery enough that people’s eyes wouldn’t immediately focus on her chest.
Shaking her head.
Li Zhibai didn’t rush to knock on the door but instead thought about the girl she would see when she opened it.
’Tongjun... no, she should be called Pingniang now.’
In Zhu Pingniang’s eyes that shimmered with waves, Liu Mei held a sense of purity. A black dress perfectly outlined her figure, and unlike Li Zhibai’s conservativeness, Zhu Pingniang’s black dress exposed quite a bit of skin, fitting her role as a brothel steward.
No trace of the cold and proud Mei Hua from the past was visible anymore; instead, she appeared like a delicate, stunning black pearl.
Li Zhibai gently shook her head.
The Tongjun of today indeed has a hint of that former Miss Gu’s elegance.
The once little girl has grown up...
Seeing Zhu Tongjun’s transformation into Zhu Pingniang firsthand, Li Zhibai’s anger from hearing her nonsense gradually turned into emotion.
This feeling of watching a sister mature step by step filled her heart with mixed emotions.
No more anger, just a sense of indescribable reluctance and complexity.
——
Unlike Li Zhibai’s complex emotions, Zhu Pingniang was completely confused.
"How... how is it possible..."
"Master, what’s wrong with you?" Wen Li asked curiously.
"You’ll... you’ll know soon." Zhu Pingniang wished she could wave her hands frantically, her pupils shaking intensely in their sockets.
Ah Bai has arrived, and she’s not wearing her Daoist robe?
She looks... really stunning.
Never mind why Ah Bai dressed like this.
She...
She wasn’t ready to meet Li Zhibai yet.
Zhu Pingniang’s fingers clenched the hem of her skirt tightly, her mind a complete mess.
It was all her fault for bringing up the Sect Leader in the letter. She knew Li Zhibai would be very concerned about the Sect Leader, yet she still used such words to lure her.
And now, Li Zhibai hadn’t hesitated to come down the mountain.
Zhu Pingniang couldn’t help but regret, wanting to give herself two slaps... If she’d known Li Zhibai would come today, she would have prepared better.
At least give her some time to become "Zhu Tongjun" again.
Appearing like this suddenly beside Ah Bai, she... surely couldn’t understand it, right?
"My attire today... attire... ah." Zhu Pingniang looked down at the intricate hollow carvings on her waist skirt, her brows jumping fiercely.
The black dress fully displayed her figure and the dazzling fluorite earrings dangling from her ears added to her allure.
How could she look any more seductive?
——
It’s over.
Zhu Pingniang closed her eyes in despair.
Dressed like this, what would Ah Bai think of her?
She’d surely think she had become a shameless woman, right?
Zhu Pingniang knew very well that in Li Zhibai’s heart, she should still be the Zhu Tongjun of the past. Now to have transformed from a Fairy to a prostitute all of a sudden... who could accept it?
If she came in later and started criticizing her, what should she do?
Moreover, she wasn’t wearing any makeup, and she had been a bit upset when she opened the door, certainly not presenting a pleasant expression.
Also...
Had she just left Ah Bai outside the door?
Zhu Pingniang’s knuckles turned white as her heart pounded furiously. She wanted to turn around and open the door, but her legs felt like they were nailed to the floor, incapable of movement.
Thankfully... thankfully, her conversation about Li Zhibai had already ended earlier. Otherwise, if Li Zhibai had overheard, Zhu Pingniang would have wanted to die.
"Ah, Ah Li, I’ll leave this place to you. I... I’ll go change inside and be right out." Zhu Pingniang hastily uttered, stumbling into the inner room in embarrassment under Wen Li’s puzzled gaze.
Although running away was extremely shameful, it was far better than facing Li Zhibai in her current state.
"..." Wen Li.
She watched curiously as Zhu Pingniang slammed the door to the inner room, shook her head, and walked over to open the wooden door.
The fluorite on either side of the wall flickered in succession, casting bright white light, illuminating the scenery under the eaves.
Wen Li saw the visitor and was momentarily stunned.
"Li... Master Li?"
Even in the instant Wen Li laid eyes on Li Zhibai, there was a hint of doubt in her voice. Luckily, she quickly came to her senses, saluted, and stepped aside.
"Hmm." Li Zhibai crossed over the threshold, glancing around the room.
The room was small, with a table set in the center and a black-and-white screen beside it.
Where is she?
Did she run away?
Li Zhibai was quite exasperated; she anticipated Tongjun’s uselessness but hadn’t expected this level of it.
As Li Zhibai searched for Zhu Pingniang, Wen Li closed the door and then turned, looking at her in surprise.
Remembering Zhu Pingniang’s earlier "confession" to her, Wen Li wondered if this was the nervousness of facing someone you love?
Even this unreliable Senior Zhu would get flustered when faced with someone she liked...
Wen Li shook her head.
She met her junior, and though her Sword Heart also shook, it didn’t reach this level.
And Li Zhibai indeed had changed a lot. Today, she wasn’t wearing her hairpin, having tied her not-so-long hair into a simple ponytail that hung down to her neck, making it look neat and tidy.
Already tall, she wore high-heeled embroidered shoes... truly stunning.
Wen Li respected Li Zhibai very much; even though her appearance had changed to something more youthful, her weight in Wen Li’s heart remained unchanged.
"Ah Li." Li Zhibai turned around.
As Li Zhibai looked at her, Wen Li glanced towards the inner room and said, "Master Zhu is inside."
"Got it." Li Zhibai nodded.
Since Tongjun fled ignobly, there was no need for her to chase. After all, for a sister who had fallen in love with her sister, she had yet to decide how to approach her.
Sitting down in Wen Li’s room, Li Zhibai slightly furrowed her brows and looked at Wen Li, remaining silent for a moment.
Wen Li met Li Zhibai’s gaze.
Li Zhibai’s features weren’t particularly delicate, but together, they gave an impression of gravitas and poise one rarely found in women.
"Let’s leave Tongjun aside for now, Ah Li. I heard about your situation from your master." Li Zhibai’s voice was gentle and soothing, like an orchid in an empty valley, softening the heart.
"Mm... mm." Yet, Wen Li immediately grew nervous.
Unlike her attitude toward Zhu Pingniang, when facing Li Zhibai’s slightly furrowed brow, she felt as if she had returned to the days of her early sword training when her palms would be smacked. Being watched by Li Zhibai like this, her heart suddenly became apprehensive.
"Regarding your decision to temporarily give up Sword Dao..." Li Zhibai’s fingers gently tapped on the table thoughtfully.
Each tap seemed to hit Wen Li’s heart.
"Master Li, I... I have my reasons." Wen Li said softly.
"Reasons?"
——
Inside, Zhu Pingniang pressed her ear to the inner room’s door, slightly gritting her teeth.
This Wen Li, she was so assertive with her earlier, yet the moment Li Zhibai appeared, she turned into an obedient child, even a bit of her tone sounded compliant.
Moreover...
Although it was her own cowardice that made her flee, did Li Zhibai not even ask a single extra question and just sat down to discuss business with Wen Li?
This feeling of seeming neglect didn’t sit well with Zhu Pingniang’s heart.
More importantly, Zhu Pingniang had come to realize it too, noticing Li Zhibai’s outfit was typical of Flower Moon Building embroidery. Her heart crawled with curiosity, wanting to know why she was dressed like that.
Listening closely.
