Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 1006: Surprises and Frights

Jiao Wan’er no longer dared to trust his words and hurriedly struggled to get up. However, she didn’t know what method Song Qingshu had used, which left her b0dy feeling weak; after several attempts, she still couldn’t stand up.

“Chief, please let me go,” Jiao Wan’er said, her face flushed as she tried to push the m@n beside her away.

Song Qingshu leaned in close to her ear and softly asked, “Wan’er, have you missed me during this time?”

Jiao Wan’er’s face turned bright red, and she quickly put on a serious expression, saying, “Chief, please have some self-respect!”

“Wan’er, they say a day as husband and wife brings a hundred days of affection. You’re turning your back on me so quickly; it breaks my heart,” Song Qingshu pretended to look utterly heartbroken.

Hearing him bring up old matters stirred something in Jiao Wan’er’s heart, but reason prevailed. “Chief, you promised me that as long as I handled the matters in Yangzhou well, you wouldn’t pester me anymore.”

Song Qingshu’s fingertips lightly brushed against her fair cheek, causing her eyelashes to flutter. “But the matters in Yangzhou aren’t resolved yet.”

Jiao Wan’er, already familiar with her role as a wife, felt her b0dy heat up under his masculine and intense aura. However, the remnants of her rationality made her attempt to refuse. “I can’t do anything that would betray Brother Luo…”

Song Qingshu’s lips curled into a slight smile, knowing her defenses were starting to crumble. “What have you done that would betray Brother Luo? You must know that with his martial arts and abilities, there are countless people in the entire Golden Serpent Camp who surpass him. Plus, he has lost an arm. If it weren’t for your connection, would I have given him so many opportunities?”

“Looking at the world, it’s most important for men to achieve success and bring honor to their families. Not to mention Luo Liru, even if the ancestors of the Luo family knew, they would be grateful to you, not think you’ve wronged him.”

“I…” Jiao Wan’er felt that something was off with his words, but for a moment, she couldn’t pinpoint what it was and didn’t know how to refute him.

Taking advantage of the moment, Song Qingshu continued, “Moreover, what you are doing now is all for your husband, right? Is it still because of your own desires?”

“Of course not!” Jiao Wan’er quickly retorted, her face still flushed.

“Then that’s settled.” Song Qingshu secretly admired his own cleverness. The situation was the same, but after his explanation, he had successfully cloaked the entire affair in a sacred light, making it feel vastly different upon reflection.

Jiao Wan’er’s furrowed brows indeed relaxed a bit. “But this kind of thing…”

Song Qingshu decisively interrupted, “There’s no need for all those buts. This matter is known only to you and me. I won’t tell your husband, and I’m sure you wouldn’t be foolish enough to tell him either. So in his heart, you will still be that beautiful and gentle good wife, and to outsiders, you will still be the virtuous and graceful helpmeet. What are you afraid of?”

Jiao Wan’er murmured, “But there’s no wall that doesn’t let the wind through.”

“Why not? Don’t be fooled by those politically correct phrases,” Song Qingshu comforted her. “Our affair will never be discovered, unless…”

“Unless what?” Jiao Wan’er’s heart suddenly raced, waiting for his next words, but he deliberately paused.

Song Qingshu smiled mischievously, pulling her closer and whispering in her ear, “Unless you get pregnant with my child while living apart from him…”

Jiao Wan’er’s face instantly turned as red as a rose petal, unable to help but pout playfully, raising her delicate fist to hit him. “How could I possibly get pregnant with your child?”

Her soft punches felt like tickling to Song Qingshu, who let her hit him. He curiously asked, “Why not?” 

In this world, there were neither D*rex nor Ok@moto condoms, and Jiao Wan’er couldn’t possibly know that he had already refined the Essence into Qi, which meant she wouldn’t c0nceive unless it was intentional. So why was she so certain?

Jiao Wan’er blushed, saying, “It’s impossible, so just stop asking.” She thought to herself that she had been married for many years and was not one of those naive young girls; she had her own methods of contraception. But how could she explain that to him? Song Qingshu kept pressing her for answers, and in the end, Jiao Wan’er could only shake her head, her face still flushed. Seeing her shy demeanor, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire and leaned down to ki$$ her moist, red lips.

Jiao Wan’er stiffened all over and instinctively wanted to push him away. However, halfway through, for some reason, her hands instead gently wrapped around his neck. After a long while, she finally got a chance to catch her breath and hurriedly asked, “Chief, once this matter is settled, you won’t… you won’t come to bother me again, will you?”

Seeing the pleading look in her eyes, Song Qingshu felt a surge of compassion in his heart. “Of course not.”

Jiao Wan’er’s eyes lit up immediately, and she felt a little lighter. Feeling the pressure of the m@n on her, she bit her lip and said softly, “Wan’er believes that the Chief is a m@n of his word. In return, Wan’er… Wan’er is willing to serve you wholeheartedly during this time.” With that, she blushed and shyly began to untie her dress…

If they were in the Golden Serpent Camp, Jiao Wan’er would never have been this bold. But now, in a foreign land with no familiar faces around, the moral shackles in her heart finally loosened. Although she had previously succumbed to this m@n out of necessity, she had to admit that while he was frightening and detestable, he also possessed an extraordinary charm. Especially after they had shared an intimate moment, she knew she could never forget this m@n.

Countless nights, she had woken from dreams, ashamed to find her secret garden damp and could only stare blankly at the quilt. Now that the person himself was right beside her, she no longer had to endure that kind of torment.

“Hmph!”

“Ahhhng~”

And thus began the moments of pounding hearts and clashing flesh…

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After the storm passed, the two of them embraced and fell asleep. 

Just as they were drifting off, they were suddenly awakened by a knock at the door.

“Who is it?” Jiao Wan’er sprang up, not caring that her delicate, fair b0dy was exposed to the air.

Song Qingshu also woke up, gently patting her back and wrapping his arms around her from behind. He whispered in her ear, “Don’t be so nervous. With me by your side, even if it’s the messengers of death, I can handle them for you.”

Hearing his words, Jiao Wan’er smiled sweetly, feeling inexplicably at ease.

“Wan’er, it’s me!” 

Upon hearing the voice from outside, both of them were stunned. It wasn’t the messengers of death but someone far more troublesome—Jiao Wan’er’s husband, Luo Liru!

“What do we do? What do we do?” Jiao Wan’er panicked. If her husband saw the scene in the room, she could only resort to taking her own l!fe to face it calmly.

Song Qingshu also looked awkward. It seemed he needed to be more careful with his words in the future; otherwise, he would be slapped in the face at any moment. 

Although Luo Liru had low martial skills, he couldn’t just kill him to silence him. He wasn’t Ximen Qing, who would only want to secretly be with Jiao Wan’er; he wouldn’t think of taking his life.