Marrying a White Snake Wife is Super Cool-Chapter 98 - 81: What Do You Mean, My Eyes Are Getting Watery?

Chapter 98: Chapter 81: What Do You Mean, My Eyes Are Getting Watery?

Toward the end of dinner, Lu Yuan suddenly looked at Zhao Qiao’er, who had stood up and was swaying her voluptuous figure, fanning herself with a cattail fan to help with digestion. He said,

"Auntie, why don’t you have someone start packing? We’ll go to the Provincial City with them tomorrow, too."

After Lu Yuan finished speaking, Zhao Qiao’er was stunned for a moment. Before she could say anything, an excited Song Meiqin chimed in from the side:

"Yes, yes! Let’s all go to the Provincial City! We’ll take you to see the springs and Great Ming Lake!"

But Lu Yuan just smiled and said,

"We’re in no rush for that. When we get there, the first thing is to install the Underground Heating System. Aren’t you afraid of the cold? If we get it done early, the house will be warm."

Lu Yuan certainly hadn’t forgotten what Aunt Zhao had told him before.

Zhao Qiao’er, standing to the side, also beamed and said,

"Alright!We can go have some fun for a few days, and then we’ll be back just in time for the New Year!"

...

「That night, in the East Wing.」

In the north room, where Zhao Qiao’er and Song Meiqin were staying, the curtains had been drawn and the lights were out.

But in Lu Yuan and Su Liyan’s room, a Small Spiritual Lamp with a green shade was still glowing on the bedside table.

However, Lu Yuan wasn’t at the desk. He was leaning against the headboard, drenched in sweat.

Su Liyan poured a cup of water at the table and brought it to her husband, cooing, "My love..."

Right now, Su Liyan looked exquisitely beautiful and utterly tempting.

A sheen of fragrant sweat plastered her silk nightgown and the long hair at her temples to her skin.

The sight was incredibly beautiful and alluring.

Lu Yuan took the large mug of water from his wife and, GULP, GULP, drank more than half of it.

That swallow of flower tea, which had been set aside to cool, was incredibly refreshing.

After taking the mug back from her husband and finishing the rest in a few gulps, Su Liyan set it down. She looked shyly at the man on the bed and said, "My love...No more for tonight, okay?We have to get up early tomorrow to pack..."

Looking at his wife’s shy little expression, Lu Yuan asked with a smug chuckle, "So, was I amazing?"

Su Liyan whispered shyly, "Amazing, you’re amazing..."

Lu Yuan chuckled, very satisfied, and got out of bed.

In the middle of the south room, two large basins of water had been prepared.

One was because the room was too dry.

So, a basin was needed, or else their noses and throats would be too dry the next morning.

The other basin was for wiping off sweat.

After all, how could anyone sleep after working up such a sweat?

Lu Yuan sauntered over to the water basin and sat down on a small stool.

He reached out and swirled the water in the basin.

Since the room was so hot now, the water naturally wasn’t very cold.

Shyly, Su Liyan also slipped off her silk nightgown, then quietly came to her husband’s side and knelt.

She soaked a clean towel in the basin, wrung it out, and began to wipe the sweat from her husband’s body.

"My love...You and Aunt Zhao... when is it going to happen?"

Su Liyan suddenly blurted this out as she was wiping her husband’s back.

Lu Yuan hadn’t expected his wife to suddenly bring this up.

’Speaking of this matter...This is...How should I put it...?’

’Women in this era weren’t like those in modern times.’

’Never mind the poor, but for a wealthy family, the primary wife was expected to start arranging for a second wife for her husband two or three years into the marriage.’

’Otherwise, she would be seen by outsiders as shrewish and jealous, lacking in feminine virtue.’

It could be said that Su Liyan was even more open-minded about Lu Yuan taking second and third wives in the future than Lu Yuan himself was.

Her question, however, completely caught the unprepared Lu Yuan off guard.

The biggest problem, really, was that Lu Yuan hadn’t known how to bring the matter up with his wife.

He never expected that his wife would be the one to bring it up first.

"My love, is it because of Aunt Zhao’s age? Are you worried about what other people might say?"

Su Liyan asked curiously.

Shaking his head, Lu Yuan snapped out of his daze and said directly,

"Of course not. You know what kind of person I am. If I like someone, I like them. I never care what other people say."

Su Liyan nodded. ’Aren’t I a perfect example of that?’

This was one of the things Su Liyan found most manly about her husband.

’Then what’s the reason?’

Lu Yuan, having collected himself, said a bit awkwardly,

"I don’t know what Aunt Zhao wants, and the whole thing just feels a little strange.Besides, we only got married a short while ago.How can we rush into this sort of thing so quickly?"

People are full of contradictions.

’It was true that Lu Yuan didn’t care much about what the outside world thought of him; he didn’t care that people said he married a Snake Woman.’

’And he absolutely wouldn’t care about Aunt Zhao’s age.’

’Lu Yuan figured outsiders were just jealous. After all, a mature woman is the most desirable.’

’Not to mention, Aunt Zhao was actually still a virgin.’

’That made her the cream of the crop, the best of the best, the absolute pinnacle.’

’But on the other hand, Lu Yuan felt like this whole situation made it seem like he was marrying into her family.’

’And the crucial part was, he’d be marrying into her family while bringing his own wife along.’

’The whole thing felt too weird.’

’What would people say?’

"Are you worried Aunt Zhao will say no?My love, I think you’re overthinking things.The way Aunt Zhao looks at you every day, her eyes are practically overflowing with affection.As long as you say the word, she’ll definitely agree."

Su Liyan said this while rinsing the towel after she finished wiping her husband’s back.

Lu Yuan: "..."

Then Su Liyan added seriously,

"I think it’s a good thing. If you’re both interested, why hold back and wait? That must be agonizing.You might as well do it sooner rather than later. Aunt Zhao is definitely willing, and it’s bound to happen eventually anyway."

Lu Yuan pursed his lips, then said,

"Let’s talk about it after the New Year. The factory is already set up; we’re just waiting for the improved lathes to be delivered before we can start production.Right now, with the year-end approaching, there’s a lot to do around the house."

Su Liyan nodded and didn’t say anything more.

After she finished washing her husband and was about to wash herself, she suddenly couldn’t hold back her emotions any longer.

She wrapped her arms around her husband, her voice choked with sobs and a sense of grievance.

"But no matter what happens, my love, you can’t leave me, okay?"

Being open-minded was one thing, and having been mentally prepared for it was another.

But that didn’t mean Su Liyan had completely accepted the situation.

In her heart, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of sorrow.

Lu Yuan froze for a second, then quickly pulled his aggrieved wife into an embrace, comforting her.

"Hey now, where did that come from?How could that ever happen? I’ll always cherish you the most.No one can ever compare to you."

With that, Su Liyan let out a soft cry as Lu Yuan swept her up in his arms and carried her toward the bed.

Coming back to her senses, Su Liyan wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck, her voice utterly bashful.

"Oh, darling, we just finished washing up."

But Lu Yuan just stared at her and declared,

"Nope! I have to teach you a lesson, to stop you from having these wild thoughts!"

...

Across from the south room, which was now a scene of fiery passion, the north room remained perfectly still.

On the bed, two voluptuous bodies, ripe as could be, lay side by side.

Zhao Qiao’er and Song Meiqin were face to face, staring at each other wide-eyed.

Neither of them was asleep.

Song Meiqin’s expression was mostly unchanged.

Zhao Qiao’er, however, wasn’t just blushing; her face and even her neck were flushed a deep crimson.

"Yuan’Er is afraid of marrying into your family, worried about the gossip,"

Song Meiqin was sharp; she had already figured out what Lu Yuan was thinking from the young couple’s conversation.

And of course, Zhao Qiao’er had figured it out as well.

’Basically, what that little stubborn mule means is that once the factory is making big money, then he’ll have me.’

’But if it doesn’t, then the matter will have to wait.’

At this, Zhao Qiao’er huffed, a little displeased, and said,

"Honestly, what is he so hung up about!He’s not afraid to marry an older woman, but he’s afraid of *this*.Besides, how is this even marrying into the family? I’ll give him everything! Once he actually marries me, I’ll give him this whole household.I’ll be his second wife.Who ever heard of someone ’marrying into a family’ only to become the second wife?!He’s so annoying! I’m done with him!"

Hearing Zhao Qiao’er’s words, Song Meiqin couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

’Look at her, acting all aggrieved when she’s the one who’s getting everything she wants. She’s just trying to wind me up, isn’t she?’

But after thinking for a moment, Zhao Qiao’er blushed furiously and huffed again.

"And that little minx, what was she even saying?What does she mean, my eyes are ’overflowing with affection’?Just you watch, I’ll teach her a lesson tomorrow!"

Song Meiqin pursed her lips, no longer bothering to look at Zhao Qiao’er’s expression, and said,

"Teach her a lesson?She’s going to be the primary wife. You, on the other hand, will have to serve her tea and wait on her!"

A woman’s mood can change in an instant.

One moment, Zhao Qiao’er was indignant and displeased; the next, her face was wreathed in a playful smile.

"I’d be happy to! I would love to serve them!You couldn’t get the chance to, even if you wanted to!"

As she spoke, Zhao Qiao’er draped one of her long, slender, yet shapely legs over Song Meiqin, deliberately teasing her.

Normally, this would have been the start of another one of their verbal spars.

Today, however, Song Meiqin just stared silently at the ceiling and said softly,

"I’m so envious of you.You used to be Madam Liu, now you’re Madam Zhao, and soon you’ll be Madam Lu.But I can only ever be Madam Liu, and in the future, when I die, my gravestone will only be carved with the name ’Liu Song’..."