Zhu Pingniang grabbed Miss Luâs cheeks with both hands, pulling them into a somewhat comical shape, and angrily said, "I donât care, you just canât like him!"
She was doing it for her own good, why didnât she understand?
Pretending to be like Liu Qingluo, is that fun?
Besides, LuâEr and LiuâEr are different; she doesnât need to get involved at all.
"I donât recall teaching you to be so disobedient." Zhu Pingniang was unhappy: "Could it be... youâve hit your rebellious phase?"
"So, Sister, you still care about me, it seems youâre not completely biased towards Little Sister Liu." Miss Luâs cheeks were pinched red, yet she didnât get angry. Instead, she looked happy.
"You little girl, when you smile you look just like a vixen, could you have been a spirit fox in your past life?" Zhu Pingniang rubbed Miss Luâs reddened cheeks helplessly and said, "Thereâs no need to anger me just because I sent Qingluo to the Immortal Sect and not you..."
"Is that how you feel?" Miss Lu shook her head: "Going to the Immortal Sect means I canât be by your side often, why would I go there?"
She waved her hand, squinted at Zhu Pingniang, and wrapped her arm around her waist: "Besides, being called a vixen is the ultimate praise for women like us with a wandering heart."
"Stop it, you just need a good talking-to." Zhu Pingniang sniffed, then frowned: "Ni Zi, did you drink wine?"
"You just noticed." Miss Lu sighed softly, pointed to the osmanthus tea in front of Zhu Pingniang, then pointed to the shimmering wine in her own cup, and pouted: "Youâre sitting here with me, but your mind isnât on me at all. You didnât even notice I was drinking wine... Yet, Young Master Xu just walked past downstairs, and you couldnât take your eyes off him..."
"Ms. Zhu, isnât that unfair?" Miss Lu leaned on Zhu Pingniangâs shoulder with the courage of alcohol, her face flushed beautifully from the wine.
"You actually blush from drinking, I thought you were used to keeping me company while drinking." Zhu Pingniang avoided the topic.
"Itâs because your scent is just so pleasant." Miss Luâs lips struggled as she spoke: "Well, I just drank that last cup too quickly, now... itâs starting to get to my head."
At this moment, the alcohol surged up, and a faint mist veiled over Miss Luâs bright eyes.
Miss Lu was undeniably a beautiful person.
"Youâre bad at handling alcohol... serves you right for drinking so fast." Zhu Pingniang said exasperatedly, subconsciously reaching out to massage Ni Ziâs temples and asked, "Are you jealous?"
"No, just unhappy." Miss Luâs pretty face was flushed, radiating warmth, as she held Zhu Pingniangâs hand and said seriously, "There are things you can do that I canât, and that makes me unhappy."
"If you want to go to the Immortal Sect, you just need to mention it to me." Zhu Pingniang said quietly.
"Iâve already said I donât want to go."
"Then why are you unhappy?"
Zhu Pingniang didnât understand. She sighed as she sensed the wine-scented Ni Zi next to her: "Even though I havenât married, I know the hardship of raising a child. Saying âitâs for your own good, you canât like Changâanâ makes you uncomfortable?"
"Thatâs not the right reason." Miss Lu spoke up.
"Reason?"
"I hate it when you say... itâs for my own good, thatâs why you donât let me like Young Master Xu."
"Then what kind of reason would make you comply without complaint?" Zhu Pingniang spoke in a child-pacifying tone.
In reality, once she realized Miss Lu, usually docile, was genuinely unhappy, she already stretched her patience to the limit.
"If you like Young Master Xu, Iâd get jealous." Miss Lu raised a finger: "If you fancy him, then I wouldnât like him anymore."
Zhu Pingniang: â...â
Her eye twitched slightly, and Zhu Pingniang gritted her teeth: "Youâre drunk."
"See, I said you have double standards." Miss Lu avoided Zhu Pingniangâs eyes, muttering: "Sister, you still donât get the main point."
"?"
Miss Lu was silent for a while, then spoke seriously: "I actually donât like Young Master Xu."
"...Hmm?" Zhu Pingniang was stunned, looking at Miss Lu, but found no trace of drunkenness in her eyes.
"Obviously itâs because you like Young Master Xu that I like him, why donât you understand these things?" Miss Lu clenched her robe tightly: "Ms. Zhu, you said youâd like the person Miss Ah Bai likes too, why canât you understand it with me?"
Did she actually like Xu Changâan?
True, she was indeed a lustful girl, but no matter how handsome Xu Changâan was, could he be more attractive in her eyes than Zhu Pingniang?
She liked him because Zhu liked him.
So, essentially, this wasnât just buy one, get one free, but buy one, get two, or even more.
The essence of this matter would probably be that if someone managed to bring Li Zhibai into their home, theyâd get a string of girls, the kind you couldnât get rid of.
Miss Lu asked, "Sister, did you hear it clearly?"
"Clearly." At this moment, beyond helplessness, Zhu Pingniang couldnât bring herself to say anything accusatory.
Because Miss Luâs fondness for Xu Changâan was born out of Zhu Pingniangâs fondness for Xu Changâan, this dependency-based emotion left Zhu Pingniang no courage to forbid her liking Xu Changâan.