Chapter 37: Lu Zong: Can We Do It Tonight?

I don't know how long Lu Yanshen had been kissing her, but Xie Wantang felt the flesh on her lips numb and sore.

Lu Yanshen must be starving, is he trying to devour her whole?

How is he like a wild beast?

"Pain..."

Xie Wantang let out a low cry, and Lu Yanshen's sanity, which had fled the house, was called back.

He stepped back a little, his forehead unconsciously pressing against Xie Wantang's.

At this moment, the two of them looked like a couple deeply in love, lost in passionate romance.

"Did your period end?" Seeing her lips red and swollen from his kiss, somewhat sexy yet pitiful, Lu Yanshen placed his final kiss on Xie Wantang's forehead, breathing heavily as he asked.

"Hmm?"

Xie Wantang's eyes were hazy.

Her period had already left home, planning to abandon her for several months.

"Can we do it tonight?" Lu Yanshen thought Xie Wantang was pretending to be clueless; they were both adults, he pinched the soft flesh at her waist and asked bluntly.

Xie Wantang's face instantly flushed, hotter than when she had just endured Lu Yanshen's storm-like fierce kiss.

"Show me the evidence first." Even amid desire, Xie Wantang hadn't forgotten to demand proof.

"... Alright, upstairs."

Lu Yanshen bent down to pick up his phone, and Xie Wantang, concerned, asked: "Is the screen still okay?"

"It's fine."

Lu Yanshen couldn't wait any longer, he reached out and took Xie Wantang's hand; in a second, their fingers were tightly interlocked.

Xie Wantang lowered her head, really wanting to look—three years had passed, and Lu Yanshen was holding her hand this way for the first time.

Usually, only in bed, when all his reason had been swallowed and drowned by his own desire, would he grip her fingers like this, lifting her hands that wanted to push him away to the top of her head to hold them there.

After entering the elevator, Lu Yanshen found himself unable to control the urge to press close again and kiss Xie Wantang.

Even he was surprised he had such a thought, and had already acted on it.

Xie Wantang's hand was being held by him; she turned her head away to refuse, and Lu Yanshen's kiss landed on her cheek.

She also felt an itch, but she had her own principles.

Although she now believed seventy to eighty percent of what he said—that night he truly hadn't accompanied Xia Meng to the mountaintop to set off fireworks for her birthday—she still wanted a hundred percent.

In the past, she could have been indifferent, but from the day she came into existence until now, and into the future, she demanded that Lu Yanshen be as pure as she herself was.

Ding—

The top floor arrived; the two walked out of the elevator, Lu Yanshen leading, his steps brisk.

Turning a corner, Lu Yanshen suddenly stopped; Xie Wantang had kept her head down, a bit absent-minded, thinking about what excuse she could give Lu Yanshen to act gently after he produced the evidence, and then she bumped into his back.

The distance was close enough that it didn't hurt much.

Xie Wantang still subconsciously pursed her lips.

Quite dissatisfied.

You were walking fine, why stop again?

"Rourou, how did you come here?" As his hand was released, Lu Yanshen's voice was extremely gentle, careful as if protecting a porcelain doll.

"..."

Xie Wantang looked up in surprise; indeed it was Lu Rourou.

Lu Rourou, for the sake of her Senior Martial Brother, truly is persistent.

Not coming home in the middle of the night, she even tracked him here?

Wasn't she just kidnapped abroad; her psychological trauma hasn't faded so quickly?

Sigh, Xie Wantang felt a bit sympathetic and also understood Lu Rourou.

As the saying goes, heroes cannot escape the beauty's pass.

Likewise, this woman also cannot escape the hero's pass.

Back then, didn't she also fall helplessly because Lu Yanshen reached out to save her?

Now, the same thing is happening to Lu Rourou.

Because she was saved by her Senior Martial Brother, she thus fell in love.

Xie Wantang can accept it, she just didn't expect that she and Lu Rourou would one day share the fate of being wanderers of the world.

However, their situations also differ slightly.

Speaking of which, her luck is better than Lu Rourou's.

Because heaven gave her a chance to get close to Lu Yanshen, and to do so as his wife.

Lu Rourou likes her Senior Martial Brother, which is destined to have no outcome.

Shen Ye in this life is destined to be a great hero devoted to his career.

He has a benevolent heart; those romantic entanglements, he never takes to heart.

"Second brother, are you really letting this woman lead you by the nose? How can you indulge her like this? When she says tear down the house, you tear it down; when she says drive away our Lu family's servants, you really don't want them anymore?"

"They are elderly people who have served diligently for years in the old residence, at our parents' home; our Lu family has never seen someone so ungrateful, second brother, you cannot let her ruin your reputation."

Lu Rourou's words were spoken with such heartfelt anguish and righteous indignation.

If Xie Wantang weren't the party involved, she would have been moved to tears by Lu Rourou's righteous indignation.

It's just a bit funny.

What does it mean that the Lu family has never had someone so ungrateful?

Aren't there few ungrateful people in the Lu family?

Lu Yanshen is a Lu family member; she is an outsider who took him from a disabled state to a healthy one; besides the grandmother, who in the Lu family remembers her great kindness?

Even, over the past three years or so, her mother-in-law simply seizes every opportunity to disparage her.

If there's an opportunity, she definitely won't let it pass; if there isn't one, she'll create one.

Just like that day when we went to the old residence.

Either the kids want to eat wontons, or someone wants to eat the dishes she personally cooked.

In short, they just want to think of every way to torment her.

Isn't this enough to be ungrateful?

Xie Wantang's smile froze; she had thought Lu Rourou chasing after her in the dead of night was for her Senior Martial Brother, but she never imagined that this Lu Family eldest daughter, running all the way here in the middle of the night, was just to blame her?

Hah—

These people are really strange—how does everyone want to lecture her?

They don't care about their own status, let alone observe seniority.

The host family doesn't even look at her, and consequently, the Lu family's servants also don't look at her.

"Hurry up, Lu Yanshen, sign the divorce agreement, don't drag me down—old saying, 'those who stay near ink become black.'" Xie Wantang added fuel to the fire from the side.

"..."

Lu Yanshen was speechless, his eyes warning her to say less.

Xie Wantang acted as if she hadn't seen.

Over there, Lu Rourou was fuming.

"Xie Wantang, what did you just say? You're making my second brother sign the divorce agreement? You mean you still despise this marriage with my second brother?"

Lu Rourou wanted to scream—had she just hallucinated?

What did she hear?

Back then, it was clearly Xie Wantang rushing eagerly to marry her second brother, but now she acts completely indifferent—done on purpose, right?

She doesn't realize that being able to marry her second brother and join the Lu family is actually marrying up, right?

"Lu Yanshen, I'm tired, you annoying little sister, handle it yourself." Xie Wantang had exhausted her patience with Lu Rourou, turned around, swiped her face, and prepared to go into the room to sleep.

"Xie Wantang, what did you call me?" Lu Rourou completely broke down, her voice rising eight degrees.

She actually dared to call her an annoying pest?

Who gave Xie Wantang such gall?

She truly doesn't want to be a woman of the Lu family, right?

Xie Wantang held back from rolling her eyes.

However, just as she entered the door, Lu Rourou rushed over without regard, stopping Xie Wantang from slipping into the room.

Lu Yanshen reached out to stop her, but Lu Rourou, acting as if gone mad, somehow—her long nails scratched three marks across Lu Yanshen's extraordinarily handsome face.

Xie Wantang: "..."