Chapter 105: As for his father? In his heart, he's already dead

Lu Xiu Bai usually gives people a silly, simple-minded impression, but in serious matters his intellect takes the high ground.

At night, after their intimate moment, the two lay in bed when he brought up the matter, saying he wanted to go.

"If you want to go, go; I won't stop you. Your life is mine—if you dare to lose it, I'll bring the child and remarry. Come find me as ashes if you have the guts."

Pei Yan Ting remained as calm as ever, but her icy words struck straight at the heart.

Lu Xiu Bai shivered, and the image of his pregnant wife belly, bringing the child to remarry, instantly made him anxious.

"No, I will definitely protect my life!"

Speaking, his firm little arm wrapped around his wife's waist, burying his face in her...

"I'll be fine; my physique turns danger into safety, misfortune into blessing. In short, you won't take my child to remarry—don't even think about it, you're mine......"

Pei Yan Ting sighed wistfully, her still-mobile right hand covering her forehead, devoid of any will to live.

Did she marry a clingy crybaby?

She truly regretted it—the kick she gave him as a child made her constantly worry, that worry turning into a lingering concern, and then...

"Why did you come to Sea Island to enlist?"

This was the question she had always wanted to ask: if he had stayed in the Capital, with his grandfather's connections, he would be thriving in whatever he did, and there would be no need for him to desperately earn military merit.

"It's a long story."

Lu Xiu Bai stiffened, awkwardly pressing against his wife, then after his head was pushed away several times, he finally explained the reason.

Pei Yan Ting listened expressionlessly at first, but the more she heard, the tighter her fists became.

What a stepmother and stepsister!

Her ambition is huge, her cheek thick!

"Wife, that mother-daughter pair is super annoying; if you ever run into them, don't be polite!"

"If they get uppity, just fight back—don't worry about anything; I, my grandfather, and my sister and her husband are all on your side."

After Lu Xiu Bai finished explaining his grudge against the stepmother and daughter, his mood lightened considerably.

It was as if he had been carrying a big secret, a heavy burden, forward.

Suddenly, after sharing with someone close, his pressure sharply lessened until it vanished.

"All right, rest assured—if I run into those two, I'll help you collect some interest."

Pei Yan Ting unconsciously rubbed her husband's head, feeling a scar, her mood complex.

Damn it, I kicked too hard.

Fortunately I didn't kick his face to ruin his looks!

Zhang Xue Mei, wanting to ruin her man by praising him to death.

Lu Manman, wanting to sleep with her man.

Good, she noted both of them!

"Mm-hmm."

Lu Xiu Bai rubbed against his wife's chest, blissfully content.

He wasn't playing the victim; he was just being honest with his wife.

In the future, if his wife encounters that mother-daughter pair, knowing how to respond will prevent her from being unprepared and easily schemed against.

As for his father?

In his heart, he's already dead.

Shen Man's side, still not asleep.

By candlelight, leaning against the headboard, she flipped through the notes her sister-in-law gave her.

The more she read, the more she admired.

Medicine, above all, frowns upon working in isolation.

In some places she had encountered before, but didn't know how to proceed.

Now, after reading her sister-in-law's notes, her understanding suddenly cleared.

Turns out, you can do it this way!

Her sister-in-law, true to her medical lineage, is a descendant of the Pei family.

She couldn't view the book's people and things with a god's-eye view; taking these precious notes, if they could be passed down, they would surely secure a place for their traditional Chinese medicine in future medicine.

Not to the point of the lineage being broken and claimed as intangible heritage by some tiny state.

Not to the point of being displayed in the British Museum where the prescription's true effect cannot be exerted.

Jiang Ye took a cold shower, emerging from the bathhouse with his upper body bare.

The evening breeze blew gently, coconut leaves rustling.

The chill couldn't disperse his inner heat; he stood still for a while before walking into the main hall as if nothing were wrong.

Despite his excellent night vision, he didn't turn on a flashlight, simply closed the door and entered the room.

By candlelight, the beauty was like a painting.

She was truly stunning—without makeup, in the play of light and shadow she became exquisitely beautiful beyond description.

In the instant their eyes met, his chest itched, as if something wanted to break through.

"Jiang Ye older brother, you done washing? Come over to bed to sleep; I'm not looking at the notes either—I'm afraid I'll ruin my eyes if I read too much......"

Shen Man, hearing the movement, immediately closed the notes.

She feared that if she looked again, she couldn't help but read them all through the night.

Staying up late, for her, is a very bad thing.

If she can avoid staying up late, she will.

Staying up late causes aging, eye bags, hormonal imbalance, and insomnia!

She definitely doesn't want insomnia; she wants to maintain a good daily routine!

Jiang Ye's eyes were faintly lingering; faced with his own wife's invitation, no man would remain unmoved.

But why, of all things, can he see it yet not have it?

"Today is the third day."

"What third day?"

Shen Man felt a weight on her side, and a masculine hormone scent enveloped her nostrils.

It was the scent of mugwort soap, quite pleasant.

Combined with the visual impact, her gaze couldn't help but land on the man's waist and abdomen, wanting to touch.

"It's nothing, go to sleep."

Jiang Ye waved his hand, and the candlelight went out instantly.

He feared that if he kept looking, he would lose control.

"......"

Shen Man blinked; in the darkness she couldn't see the man's expression, but could feel his gaze fixed firmly on her.

Did she just get dazzled?

Jiang Ye waved his hand, and the candle went out?

What technique is this?

"Tomorrow, the fourth day."

Just as she was bewildered, a low male voice came from above her head.

Like a man-imp whose desire is unfulfilled, whose lust is alluring!

Shen Man pursed her lips, understood that he was counting down her period.......

She instantly let survival instinct trump curiosity, scrambled into his embrace, found a comfortable position, and fell asleep.

"Sleep."

Warm, fragrant, soft jade in his embrace, the man obviously felt pleased.

He freed a palm, placed it on his wife's abdomen, transmitting warmth.

Unfortunately, in this era one cannot cultivate internal force; what he has learned and practiced can only strengthen the body, sharpen vision and hearing.

Before, he thought this was already good enough, having the ability to protect himself.

But now, he feels it is still insufficient.

If he could cultivate internal force, would that allow him to relieve his wife's fatigue?

Perhaps he should push a bit harder, break his body's limits; maybe he could shatter the barrier and cultivate internal force?

He kept pondering it in his mind until the one in his arms emitted a slight snore, only then did he cease.

"Huh."

Shen Man's snore was very shallow; she had gone to the seaside this morning to chase the waves, bent over many times, and was exhausted.

Jiang Ye lowered his head, gave his wife's crown of hair a kiss, and slipped into dreamland amid a scent of orchids........