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Zhu Wuyang came back one evening three days later.

The first thing he was itching to see his little lady.

Linlang was reading with her back facing him. Her black hair was in a slanted bun fastened with a delicate jade hairpin in the shape of a swallow. Adorning her ears were adorned a pair of dark green beads, which resembled blue-green ripples on the water.

He felt a throb in his heart.

It turns out that it feels so good to have someone waiting at home.

He entered the room and hugged Linlang from behind as if he wanted to instill all his longing.

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The city lord's eyes were saying, "please hug me, please pinch me, please touch me", but his face looked so serious that it seemed cold.

"What are you doing?" She raised her eyebrows.

Is this a revolt?

"Furen, I have recently acquired a new class of martial arts and would like to discuss it with you."

His face was blushing. He still was no good at lying.

Linlang was surprised and smiled, "Qie Shen would like to hear the details."

"First of all, it says..."

In the beginning, Zhu Wuyang strictly followed the steps in the book and kissed her accordingly. Later, he somehow figured it out for himself and gradually entered an enjoyable state. Most men are self-taught in this area. Once he had a taste, he chased after it, and like a silly boy who has never seen a woman, he moved incessantly.

Zhu Wuyang looked at her sleepy expression and felt that though his heart was brimming with joy, he still had not had his fill. After watching her for a while, he then hugged her to sleep.

The flowers outside the window drooped in the night.

Linlang, whose clothes were still intact, sat by the bed and smiled as she covered him with a quilt.

The psychedelic soup that little butler gave her was very useful.

Linlang wanted to laugh when she thought back to how the wooden-faced man reached for her sleeves with his bulging trousers.

Then, when she woke up the next day, Linlang once again heard the same three lines by city lord.

"Don't move, let me."

"Don't move any more, let me."

"I told to stop, just let me."

Her ears had almost formed calluses.

Hey, don't move, why don't you let me slaughter you?

Anyway, from then on, the lofty city lord earned a new monicker; wife slave.

This high-grade tempered steel of a man was now wrapped around her finger. But that was all. Everything was wonderful, except for that other personality creating trouble now and then. He had a way of exasperating Linalang.

"Furen, you need to eat more of this."

The man placed a pig's trotters inside her bowl.

After thinking for a while, he then transferred the rest of the food in his bowl as he comforted her, saying, "During the holidays, Furen should round out."

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Linlang looked at the other party's smiling phoenix eyes and straightforwardly stuffed the pig trotter into his mouth. Smiling, she said, "I think Fujun should eat more. Men are broad-minded and thus leave their mark on the world. Do not be like a woman, loving to argue needlessly. It leaves a bad taste."

He calmly chewed the pig trotter that greased his mouth.

"Furen, the pig's feet are very rich, will you really not have some?"

"Fujun can eat it all."

Linlang was all smiles as she stuffed another one in his mouth.

That day, Weiyang rubbed his round belly and came to understand a truth as he burped.

Only women and villains are difficult to raise.

The ancients do not deceive me!

"Urp—"

He burped again.

Linlang touched his bulging belly and asked with a smile, "How far along is it?"

The other party turned out to be very proactive. He performed fingers are replied shyly, "Guanren, seven moons have since passed, and the birth draws near."

She was tickled by his words and laughed heartily on the table.

Weiyang rested his chin on one hand and smiled.

In the middle of the night, it began to rain, and the faint scent of apricot blossom was carried over inside.

Linlang had not yet fallen asleep. She was lying down as a part of her hand caressed his forehead. Only when she saw that he seemed to have fallen asleep did she pull her hand away.

Then, the man whose eyes were closed reached out and accurately grabbed her hand. He placed it back on his forehead and motioned for her to continue rubbing.

"Not asleep yet?"

"You haven't slept, I dare not sleep."

His hoarse voice was a little hazy.

Linlang's fingertips brushed through his inky hair.

The gauze over the bed swayed, and two people quietly listened to the spring rain dripping on the apricot flowers beyond the window.

A tiny green light struck against the lamplight.

It was a firefly.

"It's so beautiful," Linlang said.

Weiyang said indifferently, "It's merely a small reptile, yet it was worth your admiration. In a few days, it will die off and never appear again. Hah, useless thing. It should hurry up and reincarnate."

He really can't bring himself to learn how to appreciate these frail creatures.

He would rather spend that time killing a few more people. Those horror-filled faces just before they die delighted him more.

Linlang did not speak. Lowering her head, she tenderly kissed his forehead.

"What are you doing?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Fujun says that he disliked them, but did not kill them. It can be seen that Fujun has a sharp mouth, but a tofu heart." She said with a smile.

For this kind of extreme personality, it is best to love unconditionally and make him lose his mind in the tenderness.

Then...

Execute him by a thousand cuts.

Linlang bowed her head and spoke softly in his ear.

"What should I do, I really like Weiyang even more."

This was a line he often said, but when it was another person's turn to said, he actually had an illusion of being a world away.

The red candle on the candlestick was burning, making a crackling sound.

He could see himself reflected in her dark eyes.

He was Weiyang, not Wuyang.

The man did not respond, as though he was asleep.

Linlang's fingertips fell on his flush red lips and smiled.

For several days, Linlang did not see the person.

Is he avoiding her?

When faced with danger, the vigilant prey would normally stay out of sight.

As for Linlang, she would not give the person a chance to escape.

Putting her reputation on the line, she had people spread the news that she was kidnapped.

In less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, the 'very busy' city lord rushed over.

The moment he saw Linlang, he was taken aback for a moment. When he realized that he had been tricked, his phoenix eyes stared gloomily at the little brother who delivered the news.

The other party hurriedly shrank his neck, lowered his head, and obediently admitted his faults.

Linlang coaxed and brought him to a quiet area and covered his eyes with a blindfold.

"What are you doing?"

He frowned.

Weiyang didn't like the feeling of being controlled by others. He was about to pull it off when Linlang suppressed his hands and led him somewhere.

The night breeze passing by his ears. It felt slightly cool, but the hollow of her palm was warm.

After walking for a long time, she stopped.

The cloth covering his eyes was removed.

His fine eyelashes trembled slightly before they gradually lifted.

His entire body was surrounded by a fluttering fluorescence.

Countless fireflies decorated the night scene beautifully.

The woman gently hugged the man's waist from behind, and like a firefly covering the flowers, it was incredibly gentle.

"No matter how frail a creature is, there is a meaning to it," she said in a quiet voice.

"Weiyang, I am very happy that you can come to me.

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He lowered his eyes and looked at the hands on his waist. They were as flawless as the roots of a snow lotus and just as fragile. It seemed as though they would break from the slightest effort.

He hesitated before finally covering the back of her hands with his pam.

Linlang hooked up a smile.

Caught you.

Linlang is now very keen on showering the city lord with affection.

In front of the main personality, she was the bratty little ancestor.

When enticing the second personality, she showed all kinds of wits and bravery.

She also had to pay attention to her little butler's mood.

It was a lot of fun.

Finally, her hard work paid off.

Every time the heroine accidentally ran into her, she had the expression of deep-seated hate.

Of course, she still acted like a good sister in front of Zhu Weiyang.

"Brother, I want to eat lettuce, Go pick some for me!" Zhu Jinse said coquettishly.

Linlang looked over.

The plate of mixed lettuce was obviously right in front of her, but there can't be peace even when eating.

"All right," he said.

The girl threw a provocative look at Linlang.

Linlang smiled slightly. This level was a bit low.

"Can't even tell what tastes good." She said, a little annoyed.

"Xiao Cui, give some to the miss."

Zhu Wuyang stretched out his chopsticks, picked a piece of fat but not greasy mutton, and placed it on his wife's golden plate. He said warmly, "Lamb nourishes one's health and vitality. Last time, furen, caught a cold. You must eat more and take care of your body."

When her limpid eyes looked up slightly she answered angrily, "Was it not because fujun insisted that the view above the trees was good..."

In order to see the moonlight better, she was frozen all night.

If it wasn't for her good temper, they would have had a fallout by now.

Zhu Wuyang coughed, feeling embarrassed. "Furen, guard your tongue!"

His city lord facade must be upheld!

Linlang obediently ate the lamb.

Seeing her well-behaved appearance, the man softened again.

When Linlang finished eating, he immediately pulled her back to the room.

He must teach this little ancestor not to speak nonsense.

"Brother, I..."

Zhu Jinse wanted to say something, but the pair were already murmuring loving sentiments to one another.

She stamped her feet in anger. This shameless vixen!

Since Zhen Linlang moved in, her brother's soul has been hooked away by her!

No, she has to find a way.

Jinse's eyes turned. There was a way.

At night, someone delivered a letter.

Linlang took a look at it. She could tell it was a man from the handwriting.

"Cousin, I will soon take the exam, but my heart is unsettled..."

Zhen Linlang has a distant cousin named Fang Sheng. His parents passed away when he was young. He was a noble scholar down to his very bones and disdained all things uncouth. He could only make a living by selling calligraphy and paintings. His life was quite difficult. The Zhen parents took pity on his bit of talent and would send him a stipend every month. Over time, his circumstances improved.

On occasion he would follow Father Zhen and one day, he inadvertently laid eyes on the young lady. Her lithe countenance scratched at his heart. He then frequently lingered in the outer courtyard in hopes of courting her favor.

Later, the Zhen family's parents discovered his thoughts and warned him. Not wanting to lose the backing of the Zhen family, Fang Sheng restrained himself and assumed the air of working hard and staying motivated, which dispelled the Zhen parents' suspicious eyes.

However, in his heart, he always felt that the Zhen family were snobs who looked down on him and that it was them who refused to betroth the young lady to him. Therefore, when someone said that they were willing to help him embrace the beauty, Fang Sheng did not hesitate to take up on their offer.

As long as he got ahold of the person, what did it matter if the method was vile?

Linlang raised the letter in her hand and had a strange smile on her face.

There is a saying that goes, the praying mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind1.

The opposing party conveniently chose a time when Wuyang happened to be gone to make a move.

And so, Linlang forwarded the letter to her little butler.

The butler glanced at it and said rigidly, "I see. You may go back."

This 'strictly business' manner was like talking to a subordinate.

It was very promising.

If she didn't know this man was just cold on the outside but warm on the inside, Linlang would have really kicked him.

As she passed by, she stretched out her hand and harshly pinched the man's cheek.

His eyebrows didn't even wrinkle as he simply stared at her. "Furen, are you certain that you wish to abolish this handsome face you love so much?"

He could even calmly boast about himself.

Such a mensao2.

Linlang returned with a charming smile, "Well, if you don't mind."

"...I do mind. Thank you."

A large palm covered her hand and tried to push it away.

Linlang smiled mischievously and rubbed him like a ball.

He silently endured with a blank face.

When he finally couldn't stand it anymore, he swept away the writing instruments on the table, intending to teach her a long lesson. Smiling triumphantly, she then said, "Lao Gong, my relatives are here."

The man was a little puzzled.

Linlang then explained the profound meaning behind 'relatives'.

Butler: "..."

So, she did this on purpose, didn't she?

The butler watched her figure run away. Her turquoise-colored skirt moved to and fro under the glistening light.

The world paled in comparison to her beauty.

Well...

Without a doubt, he chose to forgive her.