My Wife Is The Final Boss-Chapter 858 - 478: Dressing Again (Double-Length) (Part 2)

Chapter 858: Chapter 478: Dressing Again (Double-Length) (Part 2)

Sigh.

If it weren’t for the belief in "nature," Li Zhibai really might have wanted to use a chest binder.

Having such a good figure is also a bother.

Once Li Zhibai put on the undershirt, Zhu Pingniang circled around her, clicking her tongue.

"Tong Jun, manners." Li Zhibai sighed helplessly.

As a lady, how could she make such rude sounds?

"Never mind..." Zhu Pingniang shook her head, "It actually suits you, with this dress, it dilutes much of those intimidating things on you, making you ready to attend a banquet at least."

The clothes made by the girls at Piluo Residence really have some interesting qualities.

Looking at Li Zhibai’s top now, the dark threads embroidered with blooming red plum blossoms are complex and layered, in full bloom, matched with Li Zhibai’s nearly perfect figure, a mature woman’s charm comes at you. The key is that this little blouse pairs extremely well with her originally black long skirt.

At this moment, Li Zhibai gives the impression of a very mature, knowledgeable woman who doesn’t lack leisure and interest in life.

"It’s too fitting," Zhu Pingniang couldn’t help but say, "Let it be like this."

"As you wish." Li Zhibai looked in the mirror, not feeling particularly good about it.

However...

She gazed at the few plum blossoms embroidered over the chest on the outfit, the corners of her mouth slightly curving upwards.

"Laughing... What are you laughing at, it truly looks good." Zhu Pingniang seemed a bit guilty as she moved behind Li Zhibai, gently pulling out her hair caught in the collar.

"Ah Bai, I... I’ll go change clothes too, wait for me a moment." Zhu Pingniang said while hugging a bunch of clothes and rushed behind the screen, not giving Li Zhibai a chance to question.

"This girl... never mind." Li Zhibai chuckled, sitting down at the desk.

She’s not stupid, she could sense from Zhu Pingniang’s attitude that there seems to be some misunderstanding concerning her mention of "Jin Lan."

However, she didn’t have any intention of pursuing it.

After all, no matter how Tong Jun thinks or will think, her intentions will be conveyed without reservation.

The two hadn’t truly sworn sisterhood, and there’s no need to do so in this manner.

Li Zhibai’s sleeve slid down, revealing her fair wrist.

She tilted her head, listening to the rustling of clothing behind the screen, her gaze sweeping over the plum blossom embroidery at her cuff and chest.

The girl has such a delicate mind.

Letting her... wear plum blossoms on her body?

Li Zhibai’s eyes held a hint of a smile.

She wondered if it was because Tong Jun knew she liked plum blossoms that she picked such an outfit or if... it was Tong Jun belatedly realizing that she is actually the plum blossoms in her heart.

It ought to be the latter.

After all, Tong Jun is really a girl who can’t hide things in front of her.

That guilty look before leaving just now almost wrote her little thoughts all over her face, wondering why there was anything to be scared of... is it just having her wear plum blossoms on her body?

Li Zhibai thought to herself she wouldn’t be angry, it’s merely wearing an outer garment, she wouldn’t use a ruler to hit her palm.

Behind the screen, Zhu Pingniang was changing her dress.

Outside the screen, Li Zhibai rested her face on one hand, watching the patterns on the screen.

Actually, she was feeling a bit unreal at this moment, because Zhu Pingniang had indeed changed a lot, after simple contact, she could feel the earth-shattering changes on her.

Perhaps as Zhu Tongjun, she had suppressed herself too much.

So once she turned into Zhu Pingniang, those suppressed things rebounded significantly, resulting in her current temperament... but that’s not all bad.

Li Zhibai had always believed that suppressing one’s desires is far worse than facing one’s heart, whether one overcomes or loses oneself depends on personal choice.

But then again, facing the heart doesn’t mean letting Tong Jun release it onto her.

Li Zhibai thought of the emotions leaking from the corner of Zhu Pingniang’s eye while arranging her hair, rubbing her temple helplessly.

No matter how much she thought... before coming down this time, she couldn’t figure out how it turned out this way.

Looking over everything from the time they became acquainted, she still couldn’t pinpoint or understand when Zhu Pingniang started enjoying her company.

There was completely no reason.

Li Zhibai glanced at herself in the mirror.

Is there anything commendable about a woman like herself apart from barely acceptable martial power?

Li Zhibai thought not.

A woman lacking romance, unable to understand nuances, straightforward in nature, doesn’t seem worthy of Tong Jun’s favor, right?

Even if she is indeed quite powerful, whether in the past Hehuan Sect or the present Muyu Peak... martial power is the most dispensable thing, not to mention at Muyu Peak, Li Zhibai has met numerous excellent women.

Compared with those girls proficient in the Six Arts for Women, gentle in nature, the pseudo Daoist nun named Li Zhibai is truly ordinary.

So.

Li Zhibai gently lifted the hair by her ear.

When hearing Tong Jun express affection for her, besides feeling annoyance over Zhu Pingniang’s outburst in front of Wen Li... there was also a confusing joy.

This joy was deeply buried; Li Zhibai only realized it when she was changing clothes, hearing Zhu Pingniang’s uncontrollable quickened heartbeat outside the screen.

She was happy.

As someone who considered herself devoid of appeal, being admired and liked by her younger sister invoked feelings of helplessness towards her immaturity, but more so, a joyous sense of validation.

And the extent of this joy depended on how much she cared about, liked Tong Jun.

The more she cared about Zhu Tongjun, the more this joy was delightful.

Does the woman named Li Zhibai care about Zhu Tongjun?

"..." Li Zhibai lowered her arm, gazing at the blooming plum blossoms, shaking her head slightly.

Once, thinking that all she needed was to guard her little space, quietly staying in one place was enough for Li Zhibai.

Once, unable to find vitality, her understanding of everything tending more towards "natural," gradually losing herself was Li Zhibai.

Once, having decided to spend her entire life in a Daoist temple was Li Zhibai.

Her gaze was steady, somber.

Until one day, a serious and silent-looking girl yet proud and inarticulate, appeared in her world. That girl tugged at her sleeve, pulling her out of the Daoist temple, away from the town, all the way to Sword Hall, living a relaxed and carefree life.

Now, the woman named Li Zhibai, her world is unquestionably colorful.

Indeed.

Feelings always need a response.

How much Zhu Pingniang likes her now, how much she thinks Li Zhibai’s emotional investment does not match hers... means how much Li Zhibai likes her.

As a clever girl, Zhu Pingniang, just by seeing how much she likes Li Zhibai, can deduce... how much Li Zhibai cares about her.

How does she view Tong Jun?

Li Zhibai picked up the ruler on the table, playing with it in her hands thoughtfully.

She likes ’nature.’

She likes the crisp morning breeze, the evening’s afterglow, the dappled afternoon shadows beneath the trees, the twinkling stars in the midnight sky.

She likes the clothes shed in spring, the fruit cut in summer, the chrysanthemums blooming in autumn, the hazy water vapor on the window lattice in winter.

She likes bustling flying oriels, the gently swaying willow trees.

These are all elements Li Zhibai loves, the Natural Daoist Laws she pursues.

But... at some point, just nature, mere nature... couldn’t make her feel happy, fulfilled, or worth pursuing.

She began to care more about the shadows of the girl accompanying her amidst that nature.

Whether it’s morning, evening, afternoon, or midnight, it’s always Tong Jun’s shadow bringing peace of mind.

Whether it’s a spring day, summer breeze, autumn moon, or winter snow, without Tong Jun’s sparse conversation accompanying alongside, the so-called Natural Daoist Laws are just so.

This is how a girl named Li Zhibai likes Zhu Tongjun.

"Always an endearing girl." Li Zhibai smiled gently.

Until Zhu Pingniang stepped out from behind the screen, her smile froze on her face.