Chapter 82: Li Kechuan Obsessively Falls into a Trap!

Deng Mama recalled: "There's something strange! The news just came back from over there this morning, saying that Li Qingzhu has sent two letters to the Li Family Manor in the past few days!"

"Moreover, miss, that old concubine Deng, together with her concubine-born children, the manor that the old general drove them away to twenty years ago, is precisely this Li Family Manor!"

Li Qingluo tightened her grip on the letter in her hand.

Deng is at the Li Family Manor, and Li Qingzhu just happened to be sending letters to the manor?

Was she the one who sent the letter?

Could it be that Deng?

But Deng left the Jiangjun Fu twenty years ago; how did the two of them meet and start corresponding?

If it's Deng, does Deng know that Li Qingzhu is actually not dead?

The most frightening thing is, what exactly does the master of the Osmanthus Garden intend to warn her about?

This person's ability is likely already probing into some of her affairs.

Is he reminding her that the Li Family Manor is a place not to be overlooked?

No matter what, Li Qingluo has already made up her mind: "Granny, I can't wait any longer."

Li Qingzhu has always kept herself well hidden.

Now she has also started to act; it seems in this life she can no longer restrain herself.

Li Qingluo had wanted to burn the letter in her hand, but after hesitating she still couldn't bear to part with those few words, so she folded it up and set it aside.

"Granny, let Shanhu take action tonight."

That night, Liu Sui'er climbed onto Li Kechuan's bed.

In a half-dream, half-awake state, Li Kechuan felt something soft in his arms.

When he woke up, he saw Shanhu, who had taken off her inner garments and was left only wearing a pink dudou, lying on top of him, and he was startled.

"Slut, get off!"

Li Kechuan grabbed Liu Sui'er and flung her off in one motion.

Although his leg was broken, he was still a martial artist; even lying in bed, flipping over a girl was no problem.

Li Kechuan flung open the curtain, glaring viciously at Liu Sui'er on the floor, his face full of contempt: "Bold servant, I only tolerated you for a few days because you resemble Zhu'er a bit; you actually dare to dream of climbing onto my bed—do you think that because I'm disabled now, I can be pushed around? You're courting death!"

Li Kechuan angrily seized Liu Sui'er's hair and dragged her back to him.

Liu Sui'er's eyes streamed with tears from the pain, yet she still tried to look pitiful.

"Young master, it hurts..."

In the dim candlelight, her face, which she had painstakingly made up today, looked even more like Li Qingzhu.

Li Kechuan froze for a moment, thinking he must be dreaming.

"Zhu'er?"

The force in his hand gradually loosened, his face filled with astonishment.

"Zhu'er, is it really you? Elder brother, am I not dreaming?"

Li Kechuan tremblingly reached out to touch Liu Sui'er's face.

Liu Sui'er knew what expressions Li Qingzhu liked to make, so she imitated her, letting a bright yet pitiful smile appear on her face.

"Young master, I am not the eldest miss... but I know that it is because of this face that I have the fortune to serve before you. I am already quite content!"

"But young master, I still wish to serve you more attentively; please grant me this!"

Saying this, Liu Sui'er threw her arms around Li Kechuan's hand and rubbed her face against his palm.

Although she said this with her mouth, in her heart Liu Sui'er was already about to vomit.

Pah! What older brother?

In this world, where is there an older brother who would be so obsessed with a younger sister?

Liu Sui'er has been in the Jiangjun Fu for several days now, and she now sees everything clearly.

Sometimes, if she acts not too much like Li Qingzhu, she will suffer Li Kechuan's disdain and insults, and even picking up something at random he will throw at her!

But if she deliberately acts exactly like Li Qingzhu today, he becomes again a picture of deep affection, longing for the past, obsessed.

Every time she sees him display that expression, she wants to vomit.

Claiming to be deeply bonded as siblings, yet there simply are no such perverse brother-sister pairs in this world!

Hypocritical, disgusting.

Li Kechuan suddenly grabbed Liu Sui'er's throat, lowered his head, and asked her: "Do you know what you're doing? Zhu'er is my sister; even if you look like her, you can't just do as you please with that face!"

Liu Sui'er clung to Li Kechuan's hand, pounding it nonstop, feeling she was really going to die.

Only when Li Kechuan himself couldn't bear to really choke her to death did she again lie beside the bed and come back to life.

"But Shanhu... isn't the young master's real younger sister!"

"That's right, Li Qingzhu isn't your real younger sister either."

How could Liu Sui'er possibly give up this opportunity?

She knew that if she failed to secure this tonight, she would have no face to claim any great accomplishment before Sister Caoy.

She lay weakly beside Li Kechuan's hand, exposing her fair shoulders, letting her black hair cascade over her like rain-soaked shattered pear blossoms.

"Young master, Shanhu only wishes to comfort your loneliness... no matter whom you regard Shanhu as, she would gladly accept it."

Li Kechuan stared at that face, which was increasingly merging indistinguishably with Li Qingzhu's, his eyes growing redder.

His Zhu'er...

Formerly, she loved to act coquettish in his embrace, loved to link arms with him, and always loved having him carry her around in circles.

It was him watching the little girl grow up day by day.

Her sudden passing left him unable to forgive or accept it to this day.

Finally, he reached out and lifted Shanhu's face.

The obsession in his eyes, once again unable to be suppressed, poured out completely…

He sighed; Li Kechuan lowered his head and fiercely kissed Liu Sui'er!

The next day, after Li Qingluo got up, she heard Deng Mama come in and say: "Miss, she succeeded."

As Deng Mama said this, her face still bore a hint of disgust.

Of course, what she despised was not Liu Sui'er, but the eldest son of this Jiangjun Fu!

No matter how Liu Sui'er managed to seduce him, didn't he still fall into that amorous snare?

He kept shouting 'sister' over and over; as a result, last night he tossed Liu Sui'er about until the third or fifth watch.

Truly a beast!

Li Qingluo, on the other hand, had no particular reaction.

In her previous life, she had long felt that Li Kechuan's feelings for Li Qingzhu were not quite normal.

Even as siblings, who would hide a sister's painting scroll in the study?

Moreover, over a mere cup, he flew into a rage and killed his own younger sister, Li Qingzhu.

How could he have merely lost his sister?

She saw him, and it was clear he had lost his beloved, the love of his heart.

Indeed, Liu Sui'er only needed to flirt a little, and he was already enjoying himself with a woman who looked just like the 'sister', indulging in wild ecstasy.

Heh, truly 'deep brother-sister affection'.

"Has the madam found out yet?"

Deng Mama: "She knows. Right now she's everywhere looking for coral."

Li Qingluo: "Has she been settled properly?"

Deng Mama: "Miss, rest assured, she has been hidden away; no one will be able to find her."

Li Qingluo let out a sigh of relief.

If Liu Sui'er were to fall into Qu Shi's hands, today she would likely not survive.

She stood up, patted her skirt, and with a smile on her face said, "Come on, let's go see the excitement too."