My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 690 - 425: Shall I Beat Him up for You?

The mistress of the White Jade...?

At that moment, Zhao Rong’s words struck like thunder from a clear sky, casting a heavy silence over the atmosphere.

The reactions of those present varied.

However, Zhu Yourong and Yu Huaijin, among other women with keen minds, sensed something amiss with the couple who had just been happily flaunting their affection not far away.

They simultaneously glanced over quietly...

The little fox demon, who had been tying a sachet for her lover, seemed to have been struck by an immobilization spell, frozen in place.

"Ah... Ah...?"

Su Xiaoxiao, with a dazed look, gradually raised her head, her small mouth slightly ajar, stuttering a few syllables.

The silly, happy smile that lingered on her face a second ago had yet to fade, her pink lips still curved in a smile that seemed to freeze there, as her fox-like eyes gazed straight at the young Confucian scholar before her.

Zhao Rong met Xiaoxiao’s gaze without averting his eyes.

Only his shoulders loosened slightly, as if he had finally exhaled a long-held breath of turbid air.

At last... he had said it.

Zhao Rong raised his hand and vigorously rubbed his face.

Then, he nodded gently to the dazed little fox demon before him.

Su Xiaoxiao looked up at her lover’s face for a while, the small hand that had been tying the sachet slowly retracting. Yet, the next moment, her little face suddenly bloomed with an exuberantly radiant smile:

"Is it... is it grandmother?"

Zhao Rong shook his head and said calmly, "You know, my mother passed away three years ago."

He paused, then nodded, "My mother was the previous mistress of that white jade." freēwēbηovel.c૦m

The air in the flower garden fell silent for a while.

A small hand that had withdrawn the sachet suddenly clenched tightly.

Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head with a smile and hurriedly asked, "Then... is she a younger sister, or is she an elder sister?"

Her voice was a bit hoarse from earlier crying, yet her little face was filled with pure hopeful expectation.

But the next moment, her last illusion was shattered by him.

Zhao Rong shook his head and stated directly:

"She and I were childhood sweethearts, like green plums and bamboo horses. We went through the formal engagement and marriage, and I left Great Chu to travel north to Du You City with the intention of exchanging the jade for her. But then I met you on the road..."

"But I don’t regret what I did. If given another chance, I would still take hold of your hand and never let go."

He slightly lowered his eyelids, his expression calm, meticulously recounting to her:

"During this time, a lot has happened between her and me, misunderstandings were cleared, and our relationship... has improved significantly. If you want to hear about these things, I will tell you about them later. Oh right, Qing Jun is also in Taiching Prefecture, a student of Tranquility Mansion..."

Su Xiaoxiao barely processed a few words before her little face turned deathly pale, her expression fearful, as if she were facing a terrifying scene about to swallow her the next second.

The little fox demon from Qiantang Mountain who loved wearing red and even more loved making red wedding dresses for her beloved, turned and ran!

But... she couldn’t escape.

"Let me go, Zhao Rong, let me go!" Su Xiaoxiao’s voice cracked as she struggled to pull away.

The young Confucian scholar, with eyes downcast, had been prepared early on, and now gripped her wrist even tighter with the speed of lightning securing its strike.

Hearing her plea, he held on even tighter.

"You... let me go, wuu wuu wuu..." Su Xiaoxiao, who had already run out of tears for the day, sobbed and choked.

She desperately tried to pull her hand away, wanting to flee this place and the cruelty of the man who sought to crush her fragile heart.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, and his face finally lost the terrifying calm.

"I won’t let go."

He looked steadfastly at her, shaking his head, "I’m afraid you’ll run off and I’ll never be able to find you again. In this life, I, Zhao Ziyu, will not do anything that I might regret later."

"Su Xiaoxiao."

At that moment, Zhao Rong gazed into the struggling little fox demon’s eyes and gently called out her name before speaking with utmost earnestness:

"This is how I feel about you, and the same goes for her."

Finally having voiced the words that had clogged his heart, Zhao Rong’s expression turned somewhat dazed. He was suddenly reminded of the scene, on the way to Du You City, in the pouring rain outdoors, when he stoically faced a heartbroken Su Xiaoxiao as she ran away after a failed confession.

That scene, that emotion, suddenly reemerged before Zhao Rong’s eyes and surged in his heart.

He took a deep breath and laughed freely:

"I want it all. You’re not allowed to leave."

Su Xiaoxiao trembled, feeling powerless against her domineering and selfish lover, drained of strength,

Having already tried, she knew she couldn’t bring herself to hit him, nor did she have the courage to scold him. She was always just a weak little fox demon. How could she stand up against a bully like Zhao Rong?

Back on Qiantang Mountain facing the village’s big yellow dog, she had run with her tail between her legs. When the Fox Clan of Qiantang Mountain wanted to marry her off, she had also run down the mountain without hesitation...

True to her name, she was just a tiny little fox demon, incapable of even stealing a chicken. All she wanted was a scholar lover and to cherish every day spent with him, living a simple and peaceful life with all the necessities.

So, Su Xiaoxiao could only run, avoiding those things that hurt her.

Yet at this moment, this bad man wouldn’t even give her the chance to run...

"Zhao, Zhao Rong, I... I beg you to let me go." The little fox demon suddenly crouched down, burying her head and crying, "Xiaoxiao was wrong, Xiaoxiao was wrong, I shouldn’t have provoked you, I’m not worthy of you at all, I didn’t even manage to be a clear-headed little fox demon, I was wrong, I won’t do it again, wuu wuu wuu wuu..."

Zhao Rong didn’t answer but spoke seriously, making arrangements:

"Xiaoxiao, let’s have dinner together later tonight. I’ll introduce you to her, but let’s not reveal your identity to her just yet. Qing Jun is a bit fragile inside and has a strong personality. She is also quite jealous. Xiaoxiao, I haven’t told her about you either..."

He paused, raised his hand to wipe the tears of the crybaby in front of him, but the little fox demon dodged away.

The young Confucian scholar lowered his right hand and continued to speak truthfully:

"I want to keep both of you with me, but I’m afraid of losing you both. I had been waiting for the right moment to come clean with each of you, so I’ve been trying hard to keep it a secret... Now is really not the right time for Qing Jun, Xiaoxiao, but I don’t want to keep it from you any longer."

His words fell, and the room was silent.

After waiting a while and sensing the atmosphere was a bit dead, Zhao Rong looked earnestly at the dazed Su Xiaoxiao and said softly:

"Xiaoxiao, if you want to hit me or scold me, you can. Even if you feel like killing me right now, I can hand you the knife..."

Seeing the little fox demon still silent, he thought for a moment and pursed his lips, saying:

"Do you have anything else you want to ask? I’ll tell you everything. However, for some things that take too long to explain, maybe we can hold off on those because it’s getting late. I’ll take you into town in a bit and have dinner together with Qing Jun. I’m letting you meet her first, right."

Zhao Rong turned his head and spoke to the Confucian-robed woman not far away who was quietly listening:

"Zhu Yourong, would you like to join us for dinner tonight and help me... bring Xiaoxiao along?"

Zhu Yourong looked up at Zhao Rong’s calm expression, seemingly pondering something. After a moment, she glanced at the stupefied Su Xiaoxiao and gave a slight nod, "Okay."

Her response was brief but clear.

Zhao Rong didn’t pay her much attention and let out a sigh of relief.

At that moment, the little fox demon finally spoke, tilting her head and asking blankly:

"Why... why are you doing this to me?"

Zhao Rong felt a twinge in his heart but kept his facial expression unchanged. After staying quiet for a bit, he softly said:

"Xiaoxiao, you’ve forgotten what you said this morning, that I can bully you, for a lifetime, as long as it makes you understand and stops you from being a confused little dolt. Besides..."

He paused, then widened his eyes, as if to exercise his dry eyelids.

The young Confucian scholar forced his eyes wide open, looking up at the sky where geese were flying in formation, the clouds being pushed by the autumn wind, his tone dripping with ’schadenfreude’.

"...You are the easiest to bully. Su Xiaoxiao, you’re not allowed to be dishonest about it."

He opened his eyes as wide as he could, daring not to blink, though the corners of his mouth were raised: "Hmm, it’s okay to be dishonest too; I’ll always catch you. Even if you run to the ends of the earth, I’ll bring you back, you little fox demon."

Everyone was silent.

"........."

Su Xiaoxiao’s eyes widened as she looked up at Zhao Rong, the man casually uttering the utmost trashy words as if nothing were wrong.

She mumbled, "You... you..."

Then, a Confucian-robed woman appeared beside the trembling little fox demon, cradling her small face, and asked earnestly:

"Shall I hit him for you?"

The next second, before the little fox demon could react or respond.

"Bang!" A certain scumbag was sent flying...

A moment ago, he was calm as a breeze, but now he was flat on his back, in a messy display of limbs, his pose so ’nonchalant’ one would think he didn’t recognize his own kin...

"Zhu Yourong, you! Ouch, my back..."

Zhu Yourong’s lips curled with a hint of a smile as she patted her pristine hands and shook out her sleeves.

She had wanted to do that for a long time.

She glanced sideways and saw Su Xiaoxiao, who, after Zhao Rong was sent flying, instinctively rushed to his aid.

"Zhao Lang!"

In that instant, as the scumbag fell, reactions from everyone else varied:

The red-clothed little fox demon boldly rushed to help him up.

Zhu Yourong and Yu Huaijin watched quietly.

Qi Jing crossed her arms, raising her eyebrows in satisfaction.

Bi Fang was enjoying her snacks with relish, an indifferent onlooker...

However, a neighborly jade-like girl beside Yu Huaijin also took a step forward almost immediately, only slightly slower than the dashing Su Xiaoxiao – the next second, though, she abruptly halted, yet she was still conspicuous.

Zhu Yourong gave her a sidelong look, Yu Huaijin furrowed his brow, Qi Jing glared, and Bi Fang tilted her head, all four women looking towards Li Xueyou.

The ordinarily shy Li Xueyou, her pretty face turning red, hurriedly retracted her foot, waved her hands and said in a weak, small voice, "Zhao Ziyu fell. Shouldn’t we... lend a hand?"

The timid girl seemed to have a naturally kind and helpful disposition.

Zhu Yourong, Yu Huaijin, and Qi Jing: "......???"

The women were expressionless.

It seemed there was a traitor in the ’United Front Against Scumbags’.

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PS: It’s ’a bit’ late... Writer’s block the whole day, staring blankly and scratching my head, lost quite a bit of hair, almost going bald writing this novelkiss... mainly because there’s really no material to pull from.

Uh, I’ve been writing a bit slowly these past few days... Another promise, if I lie, Zhao Rong is a dog!

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