Chapter 544: Compensation - Flower Stealing Master

Jiao Wan’er carefully checked by the window and, seeing that everyone outside had already left, finally let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Afraid that Song Qingshu might suddenly wake up, Jiao Wan’er hurriedly opened the door and rushed outside. She paused for a moment but did not see Xia Qingqing waiting outside as she had expected.

Jiao Wan’er couldn’t help but stomp her foot. “That sly fox must be too ashamed to face me!” However, thinking about how Luo Liru had eavesdropped by the window and cheered on Song Qingshu, Jiao Wan’er felt so embarrassed that she wished the ground would swallow her up.

“I know you’re nearby. Now you can rest easy, your goal has finally been achieved.” Jiao Wan’er felt a surge of anger and bitterness, wiping her tears as she ran out of the courtyard.

After Jiao Wan’er left, Xia Qingqing stepped out from the shadows, her face also flushed. Recalling Luo Liru’s carefree cheers from earlier, she couldn’t help but spit in disgust, “Men are all the same—none of them are any good.”

Xia Qingqing understood that, as the person involved, Jiao Wan’er was certainly feeling terrible. That’s why she had deliberately avoided showing herself earlier to spare Jiao Wan’er further embarrassment. After all, only the two of them knew the whole truth.

“Sigh, I hope she can get through this.” Xia Qingqing sighed quietly and, glancing once more at the clueless person in the bridal chamber, slowly disappeared into the darkness.

Jiao Wan’er, wiping her tears along the way, finally returned to her courtyard. She found Luo Liru pacing anxiously with reddened eyes. Unable to resist, she asked, “Senior brother, what are you doing?”

Seeing her return, Luo Liru’s eyes lit up, and he hurried over. “Wan’er, where have you been? I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“Oh, after the wedding, I chatted with Qingqing for a bit,” Jiao Wan’er calmly replied. Even though she hated Xia Qingqing to the core, she had no choice but to use her as an excuse for now.

“Enough talking, I’ve been waiting for you for so long. Come on.” Luo Liru, clearly aroused, didn’t care where she had been and reached out to embrace her.

Jiao Wan’er instinctively dodged and frowned. “What are you doing? Why are you in such a rush?” She had just returned from being with Song Qingshu, her legs still weak, and had no desire to let her husband touch her again.

Luo Liru chuckled. “Wan’er, I went with some brothers to eavesdrop by the leader’s room earlier. You wouldn’t believe it, the leader may seem gentle and refined normally, but in bed, he’s like a tiger. The bride was moaning so sweetly, we men couldn’t handle it anymore, so we all rushed back to our wives.”

He didn’t notice Jiao Wan’er’s face turning pale, then red, as he continued excitedly, “Ah, that Zeng Rou, she usually speaks so softly, but who would’ve thought her m0aning would be so seductive? Heh, her voice even sounds a bit like yours.”

Jiao Wan’er could no longer contain her anger. Pointing at the door, she yelled, “Get out! You men are all despicable and shameless…”

Before she could finish cursing, she collapsed onto the table, sobbing. Jiao Wan’er felt utterly trapped—she felt guilty toward her husband, yet was furious at him for eavesdropping, making her humiliation in the room earlier even worse. The guilt she felt was magnified several times over.

Seeing his wife break down in tears, Luo Liru panicked and quickly apologized. “Wan’er, please don’t be mad. It wasn’t my idea to go listen in. Li Huzi from the Qianliu Village wanted to go but was too scared to go alone, so he dragged us along. I couldn’t refuse, that’s why I went.”

Luo Liru thought she was upset because he had gone to eavesdrop, especially since Zeng Rou was her close friend, and the act itself wasn’t exactly honorable.

What he didn’t realize was that while Jiao Wan’er was indeed furious about the eavesdropping, it wasn’t because of Zeng Rou…

“You can keep making excuses, but you were the loudest one cheering.” Jiao Wan’er felt bitter, but she couldn’t expose the full truth, so she just lifted her head and coldly said, “I’m not feeling well today. I want to sleep alone. Go rest in the side room.”

“Huh?” Luo Liru’s arousal was instantly dampened. Although he was reluctant, he didn’t dare argue, as Jiao Wan’er, the leader of the Golden Serpent Camp, usually gentle and lovely, had an air of authority when she turned cold.

Jiao Wan’er understood what was going through her husband’s mind. Seeing his disappointed face, she felt a pang of guilt. After all, she had wronged him first. Gritting her teeth, she let out a soft sigh, “If you’re really feeling uncomfortable, you can have Cui’er accompany you.”

Cui’er was Jiao Wan’er’s maid, a sweet and charming girl. Luo Liru had always been attracted to her but had never dared act on it out of fear of Jiao Wan’er.

Hearing Jiao Wan’er offer Cui’er, Luo Liru thought she was testing him and quickly waved his hands, “Wan’er, don’t joke like that. I’ve always been loyal to you. How could I have any improper thoughts about Cui’er?”

Before, Jiao Wan’er might have believed him, but after hearing his vulgar language several times recently, she knew well that his heart was restless. She coolly said, “No need to pretend. I’ve not been feeling well lately, so let Cui’er take care of you for the next few days.”

With that, she called Cui’er in. “Cui’er, you will serve the young master tonight,” she said, her heart heavy as she turned and walked to her room.

Seeing that his wife had really sent Cui’er to him, Luo Liru was overjoyed. Unable to hold back any longer, he grabbed Cui’er’s hand and rushed toward the side room.

Hearing them leave, Jiao Wan’er, lying in bed, silently let her tears flow. “Senior brother, consider this a small compensation from me.”

Having been tormented by Song Qingshu for half the night, Jiao Wan’er was exhausted and soon fell asleep. But not long after, she was jolted awake by a warm flow between her legs. Looking down and seeing the mess in her skirt, her face flushed. “Please, don’t let this lead to a child.”

Inside the bridal chamber, Song Qingshu awoke in a daze, his thirst waking him up. Seeing Zeng Rou nestled in his arms, a soft smile appeared on his face.

“Huh? Why is her acupoints sealed?” Song Qingshu, now mostly sober, immediately sensed something was wrong with Zeng Rou and quickly unsealed her acupoints.

‘Did I do something crazy while drunk?’

Song Qingshu’s face twisted in confusion.

With a soft m0an, Zeng Rou slowly awoke. Realizing she was lying in Song Qingshu’s arms and that his chest was exposed, her face flushed deep red as she quickly turned away.

Seeing her reaction, Song Qingshu chuckled. “Rou Rou, we’re already like this, and you’re still shy?”

Zeng Rou, still groggy, vaguely remembered Xia Qingqing coming to find her, but beyond that, she recalled nothing. Now she found herself disheveled in Song Qingshu’s embrace, feeling both embarrassed and confused, unsure how to respond.

Song Qingshu, naturally gifted and aided by his powerful vitality, was again stirred by Zeng Rou’s bashful appearance. He couldn’t help but lean in and k!ss her delicate lips. “Rou Rou, you’re so beautiful.”

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