Chapter 243: 243.Chapter 243 Ning Rongrong: Entering the Mishi

243. Chapter 243 Ning Rongrong: Entering the Mishi

Qianxunji listened to Bibidong's words and instantly realized that Bibidong had already guessed that he was a Transmigrator.

However, Qianxunji had already thought of this.

After all, Bibidong had followed Qianxunji since childhood and even understood Qianxunji's original self better than Qian Daoliu did.

Moreover, his personality was completely different from the original's; given Bibidong's intelligence, it was normal for her to realize that he was not the former Qianxunji.

However, what made Qianxunji happy was that Bibidong's love had always been for him, not the original self, which made him very happy.

After all, although Bibidong is a total love-brain.

But the object of her love-brain is him, so being a love-brain is fine.

Qianxunji put his arms around Bibidong's slender willow waist, pinched her fair jade nose three times, and said:

"I pinched you three times; you understand the meaning."

Bibidong heard this, and a blush instantly appeared on her beautiful face as she whispered:

"Master, Dong er understands."

Qian Renxue watched her parents flirt and scold each other without avoiding her, and she immediately stomped her foot and said:

"I know you two are loving, but your daughter is still here watching; can't you show affection in private?"

Qianxunji smiled and said:

"Xue er, if your parents weren't loving, where would you have come from?"

"Uh... well, I guess... I have something to do, so I'll go first."

Qian Renxue was left speechless by Qianxunji's retort, said a sentence, then hurriedly left, heading toward Bibidong's bedroom.

For over a decade, Qian Renxue has slept together with her mother Bibidong, and their mother-daughter relationship is very good.

Bibidong watched Qian Renxue leave, then glared at Qianxunji and said:

"Hmph, Master, Xue er wasn't born from our love; it's clearly because you disregarded Dong er's wishes."

"Haha..." Qianxunji also felt a bit embarrassed, let out a laugh, and said:

"Dong er, if it weren't for my actions back then, you would still be deceived by that scoundrel Yu Xiaogang, living a life of suffering."

"Master has only shown you kindness, no wrongdoing; hurry up and say how you should repay Master's great... heh heh... heh heh..."

Qianxunji said this, then stared at Bibidong's curvaceous figure with a wicked smile.

Bibidong knew Qianxunji had important matters soon, so she quickly said:

"Master, you just pinched Dong er's nose three times; Dong er understands the meaning. Wait for me."

"Smack!"

"Ah!"

Qianxunji suddenly slapped Bibidong's perky, round, beautiful buttocks and said:

"Dong er, you really understand Master best. Master indeed hasn't spoiled you in vain."

"Hmph!" Bibidong let out a soft hum, feigning anger as she said:

"Master, Dong er is thinking of you, yet you hit me; Dong er is angry."

After Bibidong finished speaking, she left Qianxunji and returned to her own room, then with a soft bang, the door shut tightly.

After Bibidong left, Bo Sai Xi, A Yin, Liu Er Long, Zhu Zhuqing and others also departed one after another, leaving only Qianxunji and Ning Rongrong in the hall.

Ning Rongrong sat at the far end of the dining hall, while Qianxunji sat at the topmost seat, the two far apart.

Qianxunji directed his gaze at Ning Rongrong, examining her closely.

After all, to fully savor a delicacy, one must taste it slowly; the same goes for a beauty—one must take it step by step.

Ning Rongrong sat at the rear of the long table, wearing a tight green short skirt that revealed her perfect figure, curvaceous.

Under the skirt, her pair of long, beautiful legs were white and tender, round and snowy white.

Her slender willow waist, able to be encircled by one hand, forms a stark contrast, devoid of great evil.

Her snowy white neck, like a swan's, makes her look extraordinarily proud; upon her snowy white neck rests a face that is beautiful no matter where it is placed.

If she appeared in a crowd, she would instantly stand out like a crane among chickens.

A head of flaxen long hair cascaded over her curvaceous, exquisite back; her head adorned with two whip-like ornaments, making her look both gentle and ladylike, full of the aura of a noble lady.

Ning Rongrong had been staring at Qianxunji; upon realizing he had been staring at her, she suddenly felt a flutter, and two blushes instantly appeared on her fair face.

She had never been in love before; now, looking at her beloved gazing at her intently, her heart pounded, her mind felt as if caught in a whirl, blank, not knowing what to do.

Qianxunji saw the two blushes on Ning Rongrong's face, found her even more lovely, and praised:

"Not bad, your face looks even prettier when it's flushed."

Hearing Qianxunji's praise, Ning Rongrong felt utterly satisfied and very happy; she extended her fair scallion-like finger to touch her cheek, feeling her face burning hot.

Not only her face, but her whole body felt scorching hot.

"Qian ge, is Rong rong really pretty?"

Ning Rongrong felt a bit shy, not daring to meet Qianxunji's eyes, and thus lowered her head slightly as she asked.

Qianxunji thought to himself, women love hearing nice words; he had already said she was pretty, yet she wanted him to say it again.

So he said again:

"Dong er, you are really pretty. Come. Come over, sit here with Qian ge."

Hearing Qianxunji praise her beauty again, Ning Rongrong's heart grew even happier, as sweet as eating honey.

Hearing Qianxunji tell her to come sit, she rose, obediently came to his side, and sat down.

However, just as Ning Rongrong was about to sit down, Qianxunji put his arm around her back and said:

"Don't sit on the chair; sit on my lap, it's soft."

"Okay, Qian ge."

Ning Rongrong gave a refined reply, then slowly sat on Qianxunji's lap.

Besides, Ning Rongrong found sitting on Qianxunji's lap far more comfortable than sitting on a chair.

Not only was her bottom comfortable, but her heart felt even more at ease.

Qianxunji put one arm around Ning Rongrong's slender waist and said:

"Rongrong, it's pitch black now and we've eaten and drunk our fill—what do you think we should do next that's meaningful?"

"Meaningful things?" Ning Rongrong murmured; she of course knew Qianxunji's meaning—nothing other than the bridal chamber.

In contrast, she felt no reluctance whatsoever—after all, she had fallen in love with Qianxunji at first sight and was hopelessly in love with him.

Moreover, even her father Ning Fengzhi had betrothed her to him, making the bridal chamber a natural progression.

Thus, Ning Rongrong lowered her head slightly, her face flushed, and she said shyly.

"Qian Ge, since it's getting late, let's go to sleep—this will please our mind and body and is better for our health."

Qianxunji hadn't expected Ning Rongrong to be so cooperative; he was delighted and thus said:

"Since Rongrong wants to sleep, Qian Ge will take you to the secret chamber to sleep."

"The secret chamber?" Ning Rongrong said, somewhat puzzled.

"Qian Ge, aren't secret chambers usually used for experts to cultivate?"

(End of chapter)