There's Something Wrong With These Demonic Women!

Chapter 238: Su Jingyi Has Arrived

Chapter 238: Su Jingyi Has Arrived

Let me, in the identity of the widow's lover, win over Fairy Su's lover with poetry?

That's impossible unless I split myself in half because Fairy Su's lover is also me!

Hearing Mu Qingshuang's words, Lu Xun felt a surge of hysteria and helplessness throughout his body. He realized he was sinking deeper into this dangerous quagmire. The relationships among these two women and three demonesses were so chaotic that they couldn't be sorted out. Any mistake in the middle would lead to a chain reaction, ultimately resulting in a collapse.

"Ah, this..."

"Literature doesn't distinguish between high and low. This isn't like taking an imperial examination." Lu Xun immediately adopted a careless attitude and said with a serious tone, "Shuang'er, let's be amicable. We can't be fighting all the time. It's because of your elegant character that I am so fascinated, to the point where I can't extricate myself. You need to protect your elegance and not act impulsively."

Mu Qingshuang was momentarily stunned. Lightly biting her lips, she hesitatingly replied, "Lu Lang, you're right. I will uphold feminine virtues in speech, appearance, and deeds. I won't act impulsively. Please rest assured."

"Alright..." Lu Xun sighed in relief, narrowly avoiding a crisis of being cut down, all thanks to the widow's wisdom.

Mu Qingshuang snuggled in his arms, couldn't help but twist her plump body, and softly said, "Lu Lang, let's drop the poetry competition. How about the two of you meeting each other? I and Jingyi are like sisters, and I hope our lovers can also become brothers. What do you think?"

"Jingyi has already agreed to this. She has no objections. Now it's up to both of you. If you agree, when Jingyi comes to me next time, I'll let her talk to her man. Then, we'll arrange a meeting in the Jiangnan area. We'll rent a painted boat, drink wine, and recite poetry at night. Lu Lang, what do you think?" Mu Qingshuang looked at him expectantly, waiting for his answer.

You want me dead!

Lu Xun was unwilling in his heart. Other things could be negotiated, but this was absolutely not possible because it was simply impossible. He thoughtfully said, "Shuang'er, I'm more of a plain person and don't like being with strangers. As your husband, I'm sorry, but I can't agree to this request."

The term 'husband' made Mu Qingshuang forget all else. She hugged his tiger waist tightly, burying herself in his arms, "It's okay, it's okay. I'll follow my husband's wishes. If you don't want to see him, I won't push."

While speaking...

She continued to nuzzle.

"Lu Lang."

"When do you plan to 'eat' the little fox?" Mu Qingshuang looked at him with misty eyes, and her words revealed a hint of breathlessness.

"I...I." Lu Xun hesitated for a moment and replied softly, "Although the little fox is over two hundred years old, she grew up under protection and doesn't know much about certain things. She's just relying on instincts. So, I want to wait until she matures a bit more, truly understands what love is, and then make a decision."

From Lu Xun's words, Mu Qingshuang sensed his deep concern for the little fox. A tinge of sourness rushed through her heart. However, this jealousy quickly disappeared upon careful consideration. She realized that his concern for the little fox far exceeded her own, and it was only natural. This indirectly indicated that her lover was an extraordinary man who valued loyalty and devotion.

He loves truly and doesn't forget the old for the new.

"Lu Lang."

"I'm so lucky. Never thought, at over forty, I'd meet such an outstanding man." Mu Qingshuang kissed his cheek, blushing, "You're making me feel a little excited again. Lu Lang, dinner will take a while. Why not use this idle time for..."

Lu Xun looked at her in astonishment and asked, "Shuang'er, aren't you tired?"

If it were the fairy or the demoness, that'd be one thing, but her mortal body—how could it endure this ferocity? An ordinary woman would have exhausted herself after facing just a tenth of this power for an hour. Yet here she was, still vibrant and energetic. It was inconceivable, truly incomprehensible!

"Jingyi gave me so many elixirs, not for nothing," Mu Qingshuang smiled softly. "Though I can't fly around like you all, with Jingyi's help, I've accumulated twenty years of cultivation. She said whoever marries me gains not just my body but also these twenty years of cultivation."

"Ah!"

Mu Qingshuang just realized this and eagerly said, "Lu Lang, have you gained my cultivation?"

Huh?

Mu Qingshuang nodded, not saying much, obediently eating the food he fed her.

After some time passed, Mu Qingshuang finished her meal, and Lu Xun had to leave. He sat on the edge of the bed for a while, chatting sweetly with the beautiful widow, sharing affectionate words. After a deep and heartfelt goodbye kiss, he silently stood up, ready to leave the room.

"Husband."

Mu Qingshuang suddenly grabbed his arm, her watery eyes staring at him, her face full of pitiful innocence, "Don't forget me."

"How can I!"

Lu Xun smiled and reassured her, "I can't forget you no matter what."

"Then, husband...."

Mu Qingshuang gently bit her lip, releasing his arm, and said tenderly, "Take care on your way."

"Okay!"

Lu Xun agreed and left the room, leaving the lonely widow sitting at the bedside, her face showing reluctance.

"Sigh.."

Mu Qingshuang, who had been spirited until now, finally revealed a painful expression. Biting her lip tightly, she complained with a huff, "Lu Lang is so fierce!"

As the words fell, she reached into the bedding and immediately showed a face of anger and helplessness. She sighed and loudly shouted, "Someone!"

After a moment, a close maid walked in and stood respectfully in the outer room, asking, "Madam, what are your orders?"

"Prepare a clean set of bedding, and bring another bowl of hot water. Also, bring a clean cloth," Mu Qingshuang said calmly.

"Yes, Madam."

The maid hurriedly left.

Shortly after, two maids came in, one holding a clean set of bedding, and the other carrying a bowl of hot water. After arranging the bedding and hot water, Mu Qingshuang dismissed them.

Enduring the intense pain, Mu Qingshuang slowly got out of bed. She first tended to her wounds and then changed the bedding. As for the old bedding, she glanced at the messy scene, a blush appearing on her cheeks.

Finding a pair of scissors, she cut off a piece and carefully hid it away. As for the rest, she threw it into a corner, planning to have someone burn it later.

After everything was done, Mu Qingshuang wore a loose and simple nightgown. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly ahead, her mind filled with unbearable memories. Lost in her thoughts, she slowly lay down, hugging the new bedding, rolling back and forth on the bed.

"Oh heavens! Oh heavens!"

"I finally got what I wanted!"

However, at this moment, the room door suddenly opened, and a voluptuous woman walked in from outside. She was dressed in a daoist robe, holding a Buddhist staff, emitting an icy temperament as if a proud ice phoenix or a distant fairy, unaffected by the worldly affairs.

"What's that smell?"

"Why is it so musky?"

Su Jingyi entered the bedroom, immediately /collection/257029