coobybook Chapter 203 1
Chapter 203 1
Leng Huan felt inexplicably ashamed yet resentful. Who was afraid of who?
The past is the past.
She darted onto the bed, her soft, silky skirt brushing past Fu Xun's eyes. He lay down, covered himself with her thin blanket, and stared at the pink embroidery on the ceiling for a while. Normally, there would be nothing wrong with it, but her reaction made him nervous.
After waiting for a while, it was still quiet. Leng Huan began to lose focus. Before the welcoming banquet that evening, she took the opportunity to go to the Soul Lamp Chamber to see Leng Huanxue's Soul Lamp.
Having confirmed that his spiritual aura was identical to that of the soul lamp, Leng Huan sighed silently, racking his brains but still unable to understand what was going on.
I wish someone could tell her the right answer, so she wouldn't be so anxious and uncertain.
She tilted her head and met Fu Xun's gaze, hearing him ask, "Why are you sighing? I promise I'll behave myself."
To prove his credibility, he moved a little further away, leaving about half a person's distance between them.
I wonder if they knew they were coming back, because they changed the bed to a large one. Madam Leng is truly meticulous.
Leng Huan turned to face him: "I'm just thinking about things, but I'm not getting anywhere. No matter how I think about it, it doesn't make sense."
Fu Xun crossed his arms neatly over the blanket in front of his chest: "You can tell me, and I'll help you analyze it."
Tsk, I didn't expect him to be so calm. Seeing how serious he looked, Leng Huan had a wicked idea. He didn't want to think too much anymore, so he simply moved his foot and tentatively went for his foot, knee, and leg.
Fu Xun removed her leg, reluctantly enduring the pain, "Wife, stop making a fuss."
Leng Huan stretched out her devilish hand and slowly touched his collar. "Are you really going to sleep?"
Fu Xun: "..."
Seeing that he closed his eyes and ignored her, Leng Huan started to play a prank. Ugh, I mean, she turned the bully around and climbed on top of Fu Xun, groping him all over.
She used a strand of hair to trace his handsome face, leaned close to count his eyelashes, played with his earlobe, teased his Adam's apple, and then moved downwards...
As his breathing became heavy and he could no longer bear it, he grabbed her wrist. Leng Huan blinked innocently and said, "Husband, I want to sleep."
Fu Xun rolled over and pinned her down, looking directly into her eyes, his voice low and deep, "You did this on purpose..."
Leng Huan laughed freely, "I didn't do it on purpose, I did! Intentionally!"
It's obvious they're saying: Come on, come and hit me!
Fu Xun couldn't hold back any longer. "What are your plans for tomorrow?"
"Nothing."
"That's good." He cast a soundproof spell with his backhand, then reached for her hem. "I originally just wanted to hold you while we slept, but my wife stirred things up..."
Leng Huan untied his hairband, brought it to his nose, and took a roguish sniff: "Come on, let the storm rage even more fiercely!"
Fu Xun: "..."
Who exactly is the lecher?
He took off his clothes one by one, no, only one piece. To avoid hearing her spoilsport remarks, he first shut her up, as was his old custom.
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It started raining outside sometime earlier. The barrier could block out sounds from the inside, but not from the outside. The night rain startled the bamboo, and the raindrops pattered on the leaves.
Leng Huan felt like a bamboo leaf swaying in the rain, being crushed all night long, and even begging for mercy was useless.
He silently warned himself not to play with fire next time; he couldn't afford to mess with them.
Ok……
"It's almost dawn, can I... get some sleep...?"
"Wife, dual cultivation..."
“I can…go to the tower…to cultivate.”
"My wife's...last time..."
"..." Leng Huan shut her mouth, closed her eyes, grabbed his arm, gritted her teeth, and refused to let out any more sounds. Hearing such sounds made him even more excited. It was still her who was repaying the debt!
Oh my god, once she's had her fun, she doesn't want to keep up anymore.
But once you get on the bus, getting off isn't so easy.
...
There was no sun in the morning; the sky was overcast, and the sound of rain could be heard intermittently.
The main house door was tightly closed. Leng Huan thought it was still early, so he yawned while nestled in someone's arms. "Is Yun Du awake yet?"
Fu Xun paused in stroking her back. Ever since having the child, he would always ask how the baby was doing on every tender morning. “Yun Du is awake. Qiu Yue and Dong Xue took him to have breakfast. It’s raining outside, so he’s playing with Ta Ling inside.”
Leng Huan said, "Oh, it's so late... It's raining, perfect weather for sleeping."
That's true. Fu Xun is truly at ease now, free from sect affairs, and it's a rare treat to see her wake up.
"Then go to sleep," he said, using his spiritual power to soothe her muscles and bones.
Leng Huan was quiet for a while, thinking that Fu Xun was sometimes working too hard, and that she... now that she was half a step into the Divine Transformation realm, she probably wouldn't be able to win the bid so easily anymore... right?
She opened her eyes and looked at his lowered eyebrows and eyes. Even from a death angle, he looked good. She thought about how well-behaved Yun Du was, what if... Ugh, impossible, absolutely impossible!
Leng Huan asked again, "Um, with our cultivation levels, we really can't have any more children, right?"
Even though Lady Leng is only at the Golden Core stage, she only has one son, Leng Feng.
Fu Xun paused again, his hand stroking her back, and nodded affirmatively: "Yes, it shouldn't be like that."
It's been so long since she got pregnant, it can't be that easy. Seeing how worried she was about getting pregnant again, Fu Xun felt a pang of guilt. He himself wasn't entirely sure about this either.
In case... well, he wants to raise a little girl who looks like her.
Leng Huan believed him; she still trusted Long Aotian completely. If he said it was impossible, then it was impossible.
The two spent a tender day with different thoughts on their own.
Three days later, at the wedding banquet, Leng Huan and his companion dressed in their finest attire. After offering a perfunctory toast in the hall filled with distinguished guests, they returned to their courtyard.
"Young Miss, the head of the family wants to see you and your husband in the front yard." Just as they entered the house, Qiu Yue ran over to report, and Leng Huan and Fu Xun went hand in hand to see the head of the family.
Upon arrival, they discovered that the head of the Fu family, the second master of the Fu family, and the eldest elder of the Fu family were also present.
Leng Huan immediately turned to look at Fu Xun's expression. His face was calm, but the Fu family members stood up excitedly. Second Master Fu even took a few steps forward to examine Fu Xun, then looked excitedly at the First Elder: "Uncle, I knew Ah Xun was a peerless genius, back then..."
"Who is A-Xun? My surname is Fu, and my name is Fu Xun. I don't know this A-Xun you're talking about." Fu Xun interrupted him with a wave of his sleeve. Under the pressure of the peak Nascent Soul stage, Second Master Fu was completely speechless.
He didn't even glance at Patriarch Fu and Elder Fu. The two men's faces turned red under the pressure. Fu Xun nodded to Patriarch Leng, "So Patriarch, you have other distinguished guests present. My wife and I will come back later."
After he finished speaking, he turned around, grabbed Leng Huan, and left. The Leng family head bowed to the Fu family head and said, "Everyone has met now, please leave."
Seeing this, the Leng family head even tried to suppress the corners of his mouth, thinking that Huanxue had a really good eye.
Master Fu was stunned by Fu Xun's aura and remained speechless for a long time. Elder Fu and the head of the Fu family were also shocked. Master Fu was greatly disappointed in them.
They had clearly agreed before coming to persuade Fu Xun to return to the Fu family, but they didn't say a word—no, they didn't even have a chance to speak.
Leng Huan was pulled out of the hall by Fu Xun, and in a flash, he arrived at the embroidery pavilion.
Leng Huan shook his hand, "Are you alright?"
"Fortunately."
When Fu Xun saw the old face of the Fu family head just now, he almost couldn't help but laugh out loud. He was both annoyed and amused. In just a few decades, Fu Xiao's father had already aged. On the other hand, the Leng family head, although not highly cultivated, had an air of otherworldly elegance and a youthful appearance.
Sometimes, one can tell the lifespan of a cultivator just by looking at their appearance and aura. The Fu family head and the Fu family are already in decline.
"My lady, in my opinion, the Fu family will fall on their own without me having to do anything."
Leng Huan could also see that the Fu family was truly heartless and unjust. For the sake of Fu Xiao, a fool from the direct line, they abandoned the Fu Xun family and were unwilling to give him even justice.
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