Chapter 102: A Good Man Fears a Persistent Woman

Jian Qiu crouched down and supported Zhou Andong’s head: “Did you hit your head?”

Zhou Andong shook his head, then he saw the black little panties—with lace trim—and yet, why did they look so familiar?

Jian Qiu lifted Zhou Andong’s head as she hugged him, and his eyes widened again: her white button-down shirt with a deep V-neck held nothing underneath.

“Oh my god, this woman’s trying to kill me.”

“The floor’s cold—get up quickly.” Jian Qiu helped Zhou Andong to his feet. “You okay?”

“We cultivators, a little bruise like this means nothing.” Zhou Andong tossed his head, then immediately clutched his lower back, grimacing. “My poor lower back.”

“Pfft!” Jian Qiu laughed, gripping his arm. “You’re such a big man, how could you be so careless? Let me help you sit on the sofa for a bit.”

Zhou Andong internally grumbled: How could this be my fault? If it weren’t for this seductress stirring up trouble, would I have fallen off the chair?

Jian Qiu led Zhou Andong to the living room and sat him on the sofa. She picked up the cushion beside her, bent over, one hand supporting his neck, the other placing the cushion behind him. Then Zhou Andong saw it again—the two tiny white rabbits, vacuum-packed.

This time, Jian Qiu noticed his gaze and looked at him with a half-smile.

“Uh—” Zhou Andong let out a nervous laugh. “I mean, I didn’t mean to… ugh…”

Before Zhou Andong could finish, Jian Qiu suddenly straddled his lap, her short skirt riding up to her waist, then she cupped his face and pressed her lips deeply onto his.

Zhou Andong’s eyes bulged, his hands raised helplessly, then he felt a slippery little eel slip into his mouth.

Long, long moments passed before they finally parted. Jian Qiu clung tightly around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder without lifting it.

After about ten seconds, Zhou Andong finally came to his senses: “Sister, you violated a man’s will, forced yourself on him, and subjected my mind and body to double torment—have you considered the serious consequences?”

“Oh my god!” Zhou Andong cried out in pain. “Are you crazy?”

Jian Qiu bit down hard on Zhou Andong’s neck, leaving a neat set of teeth marks, then whispered softly into his ear.

“You take the advantage and still act all innocent? After all this time, don’t you know what I’m thinking?”

Zhou Andong couldn’t possibly not know. He sighed. “I’m a divorced man.”

Jian Qiu lifted her head, looking at him seriously: “Do you think I’m that shallow?”

Zhou Andong replied just as seriously: “You know exactly what my family’s like. I don’t know yours, but I can guess. Do you really think your family will approve of us being together?”

Jian Qiu said: “I’m not afraid—why are you afraid? Are you even a man?”

“Fine!” Zhou Andong growled. “Let you test right now whether I’m a man.” He crushed his lips onto hers, his hands sliding slowly down her slender waist.

Just as his hands were about to slip into deeper territory, Jian Qiu grabbed his wrists, panting as she leaned into his ear: “No—my period’s here.”

“I—”

Zhou Andong slapped her butt hard. “Get up—I have to go to work.”

Jian Qiu giggled. “Are you mad?”

Zhou Andong sighed helplessly. “If you don’t get up, I’m afraid I’ll cross the line into criminal behavior.”

Jian Qiu felt it too—a flush crept over her delicate skin—but she still didn’t move, clinging tightly to his neck: “I won’t get up. You’ll never escape me this lifetime.”

Zhou Andong said: “Dream on. My goal is the stars and oceans—I won’t hang myself on just one tree.”

“Ow!” Zhou Andong cried out again.

Jian Qiu bit his neck again: “If I find out you’re seeing someone else, I’ll castrate you and send you to the palace as a eunuch.”

Zhou Andong looked utterly wronged: “It’s not fair! Even if you’ve taken my body, you can’t take my soul.”

Jian Qiu laughed. “I want to possess your body. As for your soul—fly wherever you want. I don’t care.”

Zhou Andong couldn’t help but laugh and sigh: “Thanks for your great generosity.”

Jian Qiu held onto his neck, resting on his shoulder, speaking softly: “Don’t worry—no one can stop us from being together.”

For Jian Qiu, in this world, no man—except those with physical issues—could refuse her beauty. Zhou Andong was no exception.

He understood her feelings for him, but he remembered well the pressure Jiang Yuyue endured when she married him. The Jiang family and the Jian family were worlds apart—he knew what kind of pressure Jian Qiu would face in the future.

So for this period, he hadn’t responded to her—not because he was being dramatic, nor because he lacked the ability to give her a future. He feared she couldn’t withstand her family’s pressure, and their love would end in vain.

In his past life, he’d never lacked women—but none stayed by his side. So he didn’t want much: just one love to spend a lifetime with.

“By the way!” Jian Qiu finally stood up, smoothing her skirt, spinning once in front of Zhou Andong. “How’s this? Pretty or not?”

Zhou Andong nodded. “Where did you buy this outfit?”

Jian Qiu straddled his lap again. “Bought it in Xiangjiang—I got one, and An Jing got one too.”

“You bought this and actually dare to wear it outside?”

Zhou Andong blinked. In cities like Yangcheng, Shanghai, or Shencheng—places on the cutting edge of openness—girls who loved beauty could wear this without issue. But in Jiangzhou, a small town, if they wore this today, they’d be on the news tomorrow.

Jian Qiu couldn’t resist—she cupped his face and smacked a kiss on his lips. “I bought this outfit just to wear it for you. If you like it, I’ll wear it for you every day.”

“Gulp!” Zhou Andong swallowed hard, his eyes involuntarily drifting again to her deep V-neck. “So… An Jing bought one too—who’s she wearing it for?”

Jian Qiu smiled mischievously at him. “What are you thinking?”

Zhou Andong sensed danger and quickly changed the subject: “Do you know Jie Ge likes An Jing?”

Jian Qiu nodded. “Even a fool can see it. An Jing knows too.”

“Do you think they might end up together?” Zhou Andong asked.

Jian Qiu shook her head. “Unlikely. Jie Ge isn’t An Jing’s type. But a good girl fears a persistent man—if Jie Ge sticks to it, and we help them along, it’s still possible.”

Zhou Andong smiled. “Does this mean I’m a good man afraid of a persistent woman?”

Jian Qiu gave him a sultry side-eye, about to speak—when the door suddenly opened and An Jing walked in, seeing the intimate scene inside.