Chapter 239: Ji Lingxiao, ★★★☆

Lu Yuan's words left Gu Qingwan utterly shy.

After coming to her senses, Gu Qingwan in Lu Yuan's embrace lifted her head and said coquettishly:

"Come eat, sister has someone bring more seafood."

Lu Yuan, after sitting with his two wives, waved his hand and said:

"No need to trouble, just eat a bit, take a nap, we still have to rush back to school this afternoon."

Since Lu Yuan said that, Gu Qingwan didn't have anyone prepare anything; after the three happily finished their meal, waited for the table to be cleared, replaced it with a tub of ice, Lu Yuan then began enjoying his second wife's lap pillow.

All three were on the house's long kang; Lu Yuan rested his head on his second wife's thigh, enjoying the fan waved by his first wife.

This life is truly leisurely.

"Sister will have someone send some ice back tonight, so it'll be cooler at night and Liyan will be more comfortable."

Gu Qingwan wrapped one arm around her man's body and said softly.

Lu Yuan, after lying on Gu Qingwan's thigh and taking a big bite of an apple, then said:

"Indeed we should get some ice back; Liyan's fine, but we are proper cultivators now—this temperature is okay, though yesterday I saw you sweating buckets."

Hearing her man's words, Gu Qingwan's exquisite face instantly flushed crimson, as if she'd thought of something.

Before Gu Qingwan could say anything, Lu Yuan took another big bite of an apple, chewing while raising his eyebrows and said:

"Is it just sweat?"

As soon as Lu Yuan finished speaking, Su Liyan, who was fanning her man nearby, couldn't help but purse her lips and smirk, her face slightly flushed.

And how could Gu Qingwan not know that Lu Yuan was deliberately teasing her? She immediately shot him an angry, coquettish glare and said:

"You're bullying sister again!"

Lu Yuan grinned, then said nothing more—don't be fooled by how his second wife often teased him before, putting on that alluring, bewitching act.

But actually, Lu Yuan knew, his second wife could only start things; in reality she's thin-skinned.

But as soon as he really comes on, she can't handle it.

Like his first wife—shy outside the bedroom, but completely different in it.

But his second wife is different.

Outwardly she's open and generous, but in bed she's mortified—this won't do, that won't do either.

"That pitiful, pleading little look begging Lu Yuan not to, not to—it's utterly deadly."

After chatting a while with his two peerlessly beautiful wives, Lu Yuan drifted off to sleep.

When someone called him awake, it was already two in the afternoon.

After getting up, one gave him a kiss, then Lu Yuan left for school amidst his wives' shy yet delighted expressions.

……

In the evening.

Inside the carriage, the three returned home together.

The Grand Eunuch rode Lu Yuan's bicycle, following beside them.

Upon reaching the entrance of Dongmen community, Lu Yuan took back his bicycle and led his two wives home.

After walking a few steps, Gu Qingwan suddenly remembered something, turned to look at the Grand Eunuch behind her and said:

"Put the ice at the door, you can go back, and come again tomorrow morning at six to wait here."

The Grand Eunuch was a bit dazed.

Is the Emperor staying over at Lu Yuan's place again today?

Hiss…

The Emperor probably wouldn't…

This…

The Grand Eunuch dared not think further; after regaining his composure, he hurriedly had people carry two large baskets of ice to follow.

Lu Yuan and the three walked ahead; upon returning to the rear courtyard, the house door was already open.

From the kitchen came the sound of stir-frying; it looked like the mother-in-law and Little Sister Yulan had arrived home early.

The few people from the palace put down the ice and left, without lingering.

Just as Lu Yuan led his wives inside and was about to speak, he saw two women in white robes standing in the main hall.

The seated woman, about forty years old, was an extremely beautiful lady.

If Gu Qingwan is already mature enough, this woman is fully ripe—like a completely mature peach, extremely alluring.

This woman's beauty, beautiful as it is, does not provoke lascivious thoughts.

On the contrary, her outward appearance is extraordinarily pure—almost the very radiance of motherhood.

It inspires profound reverence.

Such an aura of superiority—even Gu Qingwan cannot compare to this woman.

As for the woman beside her.

Twenty years old, ordinary-looking.

As Lu Yuan stared blankly at that woman, the kitchen side heard Kou Yang's voice saying:

"Brother Lu, Sister Su, you've just come back."

At this moment Kou Yang held a basin in one hand and chopsticks in the other, he was mixing a cold dish in the kitchen.

Lu Yuan glanced at Kou Yang, a bit dazed, blinked and said:

"How'd you come?"

Kou Yang then glanced at Lu Yuan, blinked, gave him a look, and said:

"I'm here to help Little Sister Yulan cook!"

Oh~~

Lu Yuan understood; this was, after he finished speaking yesterday, Kou Yang thought of a way to please Yulan.

This kid is clever; he can cook, so he came to help with cooking.

But, it's just that these two women were summoned by Kou Yang……

No!

Wrong!!

The next second, Lu Yuan suddenly felt something.

Between cultivators, there is always a sense.

More accurately, it's a fluctuation of spiritual power; just now Lu Yuan had just entered the house and hadn't reacted yet.

Now that he reacted, Lu Yuan instantly felt it.

That faint fluctuation of spiritual power—that's a cultivator!!

Has this cultivator actually come knocking on the door?!!!

Why is that?!!

Potatoes?!!

The potatoes have been discovered?!!

No……it shouldn't be; the potatoes were just placed over at the manor.

As Lu Yuan began his frantic brainstorming, this woman smiled and looked at him, saying:

"You're Lu Yuan, right?"

Lu Yuan looked at the woman somewhat warily.

Judging by her appearance, she doesn't look like a bad person.

Of course, that's nonsense—who writes 'bad person' on their face?!!

But……

Lu Yuan does have a system, though.

Immediately, Lu Yuan promptly opened the system.

Ji Lingxiao.

★★★☆.

These two just met and got a three-and-a-half-star rating right away—really not low.

Such a rating only represents one thing: what kind of relationship exists between the two people, or rather.

Namely, that one has done some good deed, or else has something useful that the other can make use of.

People who get three-and-a-half stars on first meeting—Lu Yuan has seen quite a few.

Not to mention his wife's natal family—he's the son‑in‑law, after all—several of those first‑meetings are four‑star.

And there are also three‑and‑a‑half‑star cases, like Wang Ping and Liu Shoucai, etc.

Wang Ping is because he's related to Lu Yuan's third uncle, while Liu Shoucai is because Lu Yuan gave him work back then.

And this woman……

Lu Yuan felt a bit dizzy.

Before this, Lu Yuan wanted to meet cultivators early, get a cultivation manual or something, so his wife could practice quickly.

But now that he actually sees one, Lu Yuan feels both a bit doubtful and a bit afraid.

Afraid his strength isn't enough—if the other wants to do something, he can only stare helplessly.

But since it's already right in front of him, after a moment's stunned silence, Lu Yuan could only nod and say:

"Yes…… who are you?"

Lu Yuan said while gazing at the beautiful woman's head, looking at her label.

Hmm……

The labels are all good.

They're just positive words; there's nothing to say, no flaws.

The beautiful woman found it strange that Lu Yuan kept staring at her head.

Although she felt odd inside, she showed nothing on her face, merely smiling at Lu Yuan and saying:

"I suppose you've already guessed my identity, right?"

The beautiful woman's voice was gentle and warm, like a spring breeze.

Although his wife's speech is also gentle and soft, sweet and tender.

But that's the gentleness and sweetness of a maiden.

Whereas Ji Lingxiao's gentleness is different—it's the gentleness of a mature lady, like an aunt.

Hearing it makes one's heart feel numb and itchy.

Lu Yuan blinked, then said:

"I know, you're a cultiv……

Lu Yuan hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly glanced at Kou Yang beside him.

Some things aren't suitable to say in front of the people in the yard right now.

After all, even his mother‑in‑law doesn't know about this.

Naturally, Kou Yang can't be let in on it either.

Immediately, Lu Yuan raised his eyebrows at Kou Yang and said:

"Hurry go help Yulan cook; what are you loitering here for?"

Kou Yang stared, then raised an eyebrow and said:

"Hey, you!"

After saying that, Kou Yang turned and went straight into the kitchen.

Ji Lingxiao smiled, gazing at Lu Yuan, and said:

"Otherwise, shall we go outside to talk?"

Lu Yuan thought it over, then agreed.

It's better to talk quietly in the courtyard; saying it inside the house isn't appropriate.

Immediately, Lu Yuan nodded.

Then the beautiful woman walked straight out the door, and Lu Yuan turned and followed.

Gu Qingwan and Su Liyan were stunned for a moment, then they also moved to follow.

Especially Gu Qingwan, who felt somewhat displeased with the beautiful woman.

Who is she?

She always felt that this lofty aura made Gu Qingwan very dissatisfied.

Although the beautiful woman spoke gently throughout and never acted otherwise, that aura came from within.

It was as if they were ants facing a great mountain.

Gu Qingwan really disliked that feeling.

What she disliked even more was the beautiful woman's attitude toward Lu Yuan; after all, even she herself had never treated Lu Yuan that way.

…………

Soon, the group arrived outside, which was the former chicken-raising spot.

The chickens had long been eaten, leaving the area empty.

As Lu Yuan's group came out, it aroused curiosity among the aunts washing vegetables and finishing cooking by the pool.

How come two more women showed up?

They look like mother and daughter.

Could they be here to confront us?

What has Lu Yuan been doing outside?

Instantly, the aunts in the backyard perked up, wanting to hear what Lu Yuan's group was saying.

No can do, writer's block is severe.

I've been sitting at the computer all day, writing and deleting, deleting and writing, but I can't get it out.

I'll thank the donors tomorrow; I can't sit at the computer any longer—my waist and neck are killing me.

(End of chapter)