Chapter 60
Chapter 60
The Birth of Suspicion (3)
When time was up, Cui Wang would send in two wooden puppets to help her out, but today… the gears in her mind turned, and she stepped deliberately on some water stains—with a “wahhh”, she slipped right down.
The wooden puppets were only wooden puppets after all; their joints were not flexible, and they didn’t manage to hold onto her.
Zheng Wan closed her eyes and waited. Sure enough, there was a gust of wind, and Cui Wang picked her up. He raised his hand and a daxiushan that was on the wooden screen hurriedly lifted; he looked at her expressionlessly.
“The wooden puppets were supporting you.” You shouldn’t have fallen.
Zheng Wan pouted, “Mm, I stepped on the water.”
She looked at the tips of his red ears, and couldn’t resist reaching out to touch them. The instant her slim white arms reached out, he told her to retract them. Zheng Wan said resentfully, “Cui Wang, are you angry that I sent that Xiao Taohua away?”
The relationship between the two was currently very strange.
There was no discussion, and they were not a married couple, but Cui Wang treated her as his property, not letting anyone touch her, nor letting anyone look at her. When she was soaking in the medicinal bath, even Luodai was not allowed to enter.
As for Zheng Wan, she wasn’t the mistress of the household, yet, she seemed to be the mistress; when she made decisions in the residence, Cui Wang went along with her decisions.
“Xiao Taohua? Who’s that?”
Cui Wang frowned; he carried her to the soft couch behind the partition.
He was just about to get up when Zheng Wan wrapped her arms around his neck. The soft, fragrant female body clung to him, and the fragrance stirred his soul. Cui Wang felt wave after wave of unfamiliar emotions in his body; he didn’t make a sound.
“You’re not angry, then?” Zheng Wan looked upset. “Who told her to look at you with the eyes of a dog looking at a bone. I don’t like it.”
“Do as you like.”
Cui Wang had never cared about such things. He casually steamed her hair dry with some kind of skill, and when Zheng Wan argued that she didn’t have any hair cream, he took some scented cream from the side and applied it carefully.
Zheng Wan was lying comfortably, feeling cosy and satisfied.
Who would have thought that the ice-cold sword sovereign had such a gentle and meticulous side——Mother was right, men need to be trained. She just needed to act a little spoiled, shed a few tears, and he became unable to stand it.
Unfortunately, no matter how much she tried to seduce him, apart from the kiss that day, Cui Wang refused to take the initiative anymore.
Zheng Wan watched him summon a wooden puppet to help her get dressed, but he himself stood to one side, looking steadily away. She couldn’t help calling out, “Cui Wang, I’m dressed.”
Only then did Cui Wang look at her.
The woman had just taken a bath; her soft white skin was tinged with a layer of light pink. She was now draped in a layer of bright red gauze; the day was getting hot, and she had changed into the gossamer-thin susha danyi—the exquisite curves inside were clearly outlined. He frowned.
“Don’t dress like this outside.”
Zheng Wan was puzzled and looked down at herself. “Rong Yi and the others all dress like this.”
It was very beautiful.
“They are them, and you are you.”
Zheng Wan ignored him; she would dress as she pleased.
She got off the couch and ran to Cui Wang, tilted her head, and said, “Today is my birthday.”
“What do you want?”
Zheng Wan felt like his eyes seemed to have read her mind, but still, she had to say it.
“Grant me a wish.”
Cui Wang looked at her, “What wish?”
“Well, I can’t think of one at the moment,” Zheng Wan’s eyes darted upwards as she thought. “When I’ve thought of something, you can grant it then, how’s that?”
A corner of Cui Wang’s mouth lifted. “It’s invalid if it’s past the date.”
Zheng Wan shook her head in refusal. The Sword Sovereign has always been a man of his word, his word is his oath, and he never broke his promises. She had to keep a wish in her arsenal to ensure that even if something goes wrong, she wouldn’t have worked in vain.
“Just promise me, okay?”
She grabbed his sleeve again and tugged at it; her voice was sweet and delicate, like she had eaten honey. When Zheng Wan saw that he was unmoved, she stood on tiptoe, and tugged so he bent over, touched his cold lips and said, “Okay? Okay?”
“Okay.”
Cui Wang answered hoarsely as he pushed her away; his eyes were dark and deep, as if he wanted to eat her.
Zheng Wan smiled like a little fox that had stolen some food. “That’s that then, pinky promise?”
The instant Cui Wang sent her out after they made their pinky promise, his face darkened.
“Old ancestor, did you find out anything?”
The old ancestor, who was soaked in the sea of knowledge, lay on his back on the water’s surface. “What do you want this old man to find out?”
“There’s something wrong with my emotions.”
Cui Wang continued, “When I see her smile, my heart rejoices, like a hundred flowers in bloom; when I see her cry, I am at my wits’ end, like I’ve fallen into an abyss. When I see her smiling at someone else——”
“You want to cut that person up into pieces, then toss them in hot oil, right?”
Cui Wang heard himself answer “yes” with difficulty.
“Silly child, this is love.”
The old ancestor sighed softly. “Love, makes one become not like themselves.”
“Is…… that so.”
Rain fell quietly, hitting the blossoming crabapple trees; with every pitter-patter, petals fell to the ground.