Chapter 168: Who Washed It?

A faint scent of cognac brandy, the sweet and moist scent of preserved fruit—it was like perfume, and also like the smell of laundry detergent. But what kind of laundry detergent would have this smell?

She couldn't help but feel a bit strange. And, this smell was too similar to the one on Si Shi.

Half of her body was in the wardrobe, and that scent lingered and enveloped her, as if she were wrapped by Si Shi all over.

Su Mian had a bout of goosebumps. She pursed her lips, regained her focus, and rummaged seriously, but a hand rested on her waist. It was light, but it made Su Mian's scalp tingle instantly.

Her movements stiffened. She was still pulling a tie from Mao Rongjun's wardrobe and didn't dare to move at all.

"What are you looking for, wife?"

The voice was hoarse, carrying a low and lazy breath, and his chest rose and fell very slowly, as if he had just woken up.

That face hung in the messy hair, weakening the originally sharp contours, but instead adding a bit of youthful spirit.

Behind Su Mian's back, that was Si Shi's true face, the true face under the mask without any adjustments.

No one knew he had stolen Mao Rongjun's identity, letting the real owner walk away silently in that Mountain God Temple.

Su Mian took a deep breath and let go of the tie in the wardrobe. Her palms were already soaked in sweat.

But she couldn't panic. This trip hadn't achieved its goal, and she had to deal with him.

She glanced at the hand still resting on her waist and slowly raised her head. "We'll live together sooner or later, so I'm helping you tidy up the wardrobe."

"I saw you were still sleeping, so I didn't wake you up, sir."

"Well, it is a bit messy."

The man evaluated after looking at the wardrobe. Su Mian felt guilty.

Actually, the wardrobe itself wasn't messy; it had become like this after she rummaged through it.

But fortunately, Mao Rongjun didn't care.

Su Mian, who thought she had deceived this person, breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't leave. Instead, the other hand also wrapped around her, his voice smiling.

"Marrying me doesn't require you to do anything, wife."

"No need to tidy the wardrobe, no need to wash clothes, no need to cook. You're here, and I'm very happy."

"If you could stay and accompany me forever."

He paused inexplicably, his tone becoming lighter.

"I think how happy I would be..."

Between his words, those hands tightened again, hugging Su Mian until she couldn't breathe.

She was at a loss from this sudden affectionate confession, and she also heard a different meaning, like a gentle wind blowing past, but she couldn't find a foothold.

She didn't know why, but when she heard these words, her chest felt stagnant and heavy, making it difficult for her to breathe.

The atmosphere changed. The adrenaline stimulated by the desire to survive and the violent heartbeat slowly sank, just like the dim room.

"You..."

Su Mian broke the silence, wanting to speak but stopping, but she was speechless for a moment. Instead, the man broke the dull atmosphere first.

He suddenly got up, picked up a wide ice-silk shirt from the wardrobe, and compared it in front of Su Mian. The hem of the shirt just covered half of her thighs, and only half.

"I know what you're here for, wife, no need to lie to me."

"But promise me one condition, and I'll tell you where my toasting dress is."

Su Mian nodded, signaling him to continue. Si Shi wasn't surprised that she agreed so readily.

Tasks and game victory were always the things at the very front of Su Mian's mind.

"On the night after the wedding, I want to see you wear it."

After speaking, Su Mian was stunned. Her fingers curled slightly, and her breathing became rapid.

It wasn't that she didn't understand the implication in these words, but she was very clear that the voting time was at the wedding.

This was also why Su Mian wasn't so resistant to becoming the bride, because she didn't need to get married at all, nor did she need to enter the bridal chamber.

Mao Rongjun, as an NPC, might not know, but if he knew and still did this, he was completely letting her off the hook.

This style made her have to think of someone.

"What, not willing?"

"No..."

Su Mian regained her focus and put the inexplicable thoughts aside. "So where is your toasting dress?"

"It's drying on the balcony outside the third floor. You'll see it when you walk over."

He stretched, half-squinting his eyes. "There are still many things to deal with for the wedding. I'll go get busy after I wash up, wife."

He said casually, as if reporting.

Su Mian nodded, listening to the man's footsteps as if he had left the room, and only then did she slowly raise her head, waiting for a few minutes before going out of the room.

If this were seen by others, there would inevitably be some gossip, saying things like they couldn't hold back before marriage, which gave her a headache just thinking about it.

A few undergarments were drying on the balcony. Su Mian walked over, her gaze falling on a peach-pink one on a hanger, and heat rushed straight to the top of her head.

Why were her intimate clothes drying here too???

Su Mian only remembered that she had changed all her old things after reciting the family rules yesterday and put on the new clothes prepared by the Mao family. She had no idea where the clothes she had changed out of had gone.

Su Mian hadn't let anyone else wash her intimate clothes since she grew up. She was full of questions now.

Who helped her wash them?

No, no one can do it!!!

Her fair face was flushed pink. She deliberately didn't look at that place, reminding herself of the purpose of this trip.

Forget it, forget it. Anyway, she wouldn't wear them in the future, so let them wash them if they want.

Ah, wash them.

Returning to the first floor to find the auntie, she chose the black cheongsam. The auntie was a bit surprised that she chose this one, but after seeing her wear it, she was completely speechless.

Her waist was outlined with a flexible curve, and the fabric rose and fell with her figure, neither tight nor loose, fitting very well.

The gold thread in the dark pattern was like a starry river rising and falling in the night, setting off this face to be mysterious and noble, aloof and clean.

"You actually managed to suppress this color. Most people would only look old wearing it."

"With this temperament and this figure, the cheongsam is completely setting off the person. Whoever sees it will take two looks."

"Whoever dares to say that wearing black is inauspicious today, I'll go out and slap them twice!"

This auntie cook was good at talking, making Su Mian laugh. She asked someone to style Su Mian's hair and put on makeup, and that charm immediately came out.

The dark-toned lipstick and very light base makeup revealed the superior state of her original face. Her eyelashes were distinct like butterfly wings, exquisite and lazy, with a faint sense of brokenness.

Like a classical beauty in a painting, her whole body exuded an indescribable sense of story.

Su Mian, who had finished tidying up, left the residence. Those gazes gathered together, and the conversation stopped.

Qiao Yinuo and the others were already waiting for her in front of the door. Qiao Yinuo's eyes lit up, sighing silently.

Su Mian looked over and saw that all the players had put on cheongsams. Qiao Yinuo was in a light yellow pearl cheongsam, and Tiffany was in a light green vertical striped cheongsam.

Both sisters were in basic indigo blue, like sisters from a scholarly family.

Only Meng Yaya was wearing a red cheongsam. When she saw the colors of the few, she panicked. ===== CHAPTER 169 =====