My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 226 - 185: Lifting the Tray to Eyebrow Level (Two in One)_2

Chapter 226: Chapter 185: Lifting the Tray to Eyebrow Level (Two in One)_2

Ji Qianyi had just walked a few steps forward, waiting leisurely for Ye Ruoxi to announce the already agreed-upon arrangement, when suddenly, he turned his head and stared straight at the back of Zhao Rong. Then, as if remembering something, he slightly frowned.

However, Ji Qianyi soon saw Zhao Lingfei ignoring Zhao Rong and chuckled, shaking his head.

At this moment, facing such a situation, others thought it was normal, as expected.

Liu Kongyi glanced at Zhao Rong, who stood still in front of his desk, then he paid him no further attention. Instead, he kept his eyes fixed on Zhao Lingfei, observing her still icy and aloof Goddess demeanor, and Liu Kongyi’s lips twitched slightly.

I don’t know why you men all like this sort of attitude, is it a masochistic bone?

Ever since Zhao Lingfei entered the residence, whenever those men discussed the outstanding women of Taiching Prefecture, this solitary and less sociable Zhao Lingfei always ranked ahead of her.

Seeing the situation develop into this awkward scene, Ye Ruoxi frowned and glanced at Li Jinsu next to her, who was anxiously clutching his sleeve.

"Why doesn’t this junior brother understand..." Ye Ruoxi started but stopped halfway, realizing that further words were futile at this point.

Li Jinsu spoke in a self-reproaching tone, "I’m sorry, Miss Ye, it’s my fault for not speaking to him earlier..."

As he spoke, he prepared to walk over to Zhao Rong.

Ye Ruoxi raised her hand to stop him, saying helplessly, "Wait, don’t go as his senior brother, it will only make your junior brother feel more embarrassed. I’ll go."

She looked around and gave a signal to the girls standing nearby.

One of the red-carp girls, who was giggling with a round face, saw this and quickly stepped forward ahead of her sisters, volunteering to walk towards the spot by the creek that now held everyone’s attention.

The buzz of conversation in the area gradually increased and even began to include some soft laughter.

However, Zhao Rong at this moment did not care about the laughter with teasing tones around him; he just looked somewhat annoyed at the spot next to Zhao Lingfei, where there was a cup of fragrant hot tea, still steaming.

Zhao Rong’s lips curled as he stood in front of the desk.

Zhao Lingfei continued to sit quietly with her eyes downcast.

To outsiders, it appeared to be an awkward moment of rejection, but between the two of them, there was a pervading sense of special tacit understanding and... unspoken communication.

Hey, my lady, give me a hint will you? Not a word, not even a glance.

Also, this cup of tea, does it mean that I should seat myself and help myself, or am I overthinking it? Or does it have another meaning, a way to tell me to stay away for a while?

Zhao Lingfei waited for a moment and seeing Zhao Rong "obediently" unmoving, she felt both satisfied and a bit anxious.

Rong’er brother, hurry up and sit down. If this tea isn’t for you, then who is it for? You’re still foolishly standing. The other day in the lecture hall when you... when you kissed me, you weren’t this obedient or well-behaved. You still haven’t apologized for that, and now do I have to humbly invite you to sit down...?

Zhao Rong was unaware of the turmoil beneath Zhao Lingfei’s calm exterior; he was turning his head, eyes fixed on the desk’s tea.

Suddenly, Zhao Rong’s expression became enlightened.

As the saying goes, tea to the brim signals a guest to leave.

So that’s it...

He believed he had understood his wife’s profound message and began measuring the tea’s level. Yet, he found himself speechless; the level of the tea in front of him was neither full nor empty. My lady, what does this mean? It’s complicated...

Zhao Lingfei could never have imagined Zhao Rong’s capability for such rich associations. Seeing him still not taking a seat made her rather anxious.

Lingfei, with her head lowered, pursed her lips slightly. Next, she reached out to pick up her teacup, planning to symbolically sip it and then forcefully set it down on the table, to ’knock some sense’ into this blockhead.

However, to Lingfei’s surprise, just as she picked up her teacup, Zhao Rong left without looking back.

Lingfei’s slender eyes instantly widened...

Zhao Rong turned to leave, sighing softly to himself. Serve tea? Alright, he got it, it was a gesture to send off the guests.

As he turned, a round-faced red carp girl appeared opportunistically beside Zhao Rong, courteously bowing, "Young Master, may I sit with you? I just have some questions I’d like to ask you. I hope you won’t disdain me."

The two had gotten somewhat acquainted on the way up the mountain earlier. After she spoke, the round-faced red carp girl blinked slyly at Zhao Rong, thinking that he might be a foolish yet bold pretender after all, Hehe...

Zhao Rong saw the mischievous smile in her eyes, feeling slightly helpless, but he also knew this was probably the ladder Ye lady had arranged for him. Although he was indifferent to the surrounding gazes, it was inconvenient to reject someone’s kindness.

Zhao Rong nodded gently, "What is your name, miss?"

"I’m called Lvzhu."

The pair prepared to walk towards an empty table nearby.

Lvzhu leaned a bit to the right, getting closer to Zhao Rong, intending to tease this interesting pretender a few more times in a low voice.

Zhao Rong, without turning his head, said, "I have a wife already, don’t get so close."

Lvzhu snorted, "Hah, you’re bluffing again. You have a wife, yet you..."

The next second, her words abruptly stopped.

Because a woman Lvzhu had never expected blocked their path, and before Lvzhu had time to react, this woman urgently and irresistibly grabbed the pretended fool beside her and led him away...

At the gathering, the Residence Students and Academy Scholars stared in astonishment at Lingfei, who had been silent and looking down. After Zhao Rong and Lvzhu walked away, she suddenly looked up as if she realized something. Her face turned pale as she briskly stood up, walked forward and blocked Zhao Rong and Lvzhu, then in a scene that surprised everyone even more, Lingfei grabbed Zhao Rong, took his hand, and without looking back, took him back to their seat.

The air at the gathering grew silent and tense.

Countless glances met and diverged, as everyone looked at each other, then their eyes irresistibly converged again on the couple, who were seated but still holding hands.

Lingfei gripped Zhao Rong’s hand tightly, leading her husband back to their seats.

Lingfei’s face slowly regained its color. She bit her lip, her gaze not daring to meet Zhao Rong’s, but instead, she lowered her head, extended her Jade Hand, and carefully dusted off Zhao Rong’s kneeling pad before inviting him to sit down, behaving as docile as a kitten.

Immediately after Zhao Rong had walked away, Lingfei was initially a bit angry. However, when she heard the mocking and harsh words about Zhao Rong in her ears, her heart was deeply disturbed.

Lingfei suddenly realized that, over these days, his accommodation and flattery had indulged her own capriciousness, neglecting her husband’s feelings, which might have embarrassed him.

Actually, Lingfei never intended it that way; she was merely intoxicated by the feelings of being pampered by Zhao Rong—he hadn’t pampered her in a long while.

But recently, she had indeed been too harsh on Rong’er, her brother. He sent letters every day, yet she hadn’t responded. After a while, Rong’er might grow weary, right? And her cold demeanor during this visit, expecting him to initiate contact, resulted in misunderstandings and ridicule by others. Scared, Lingfei thought she had hurt Zhao Rong’s male pride by turning away, which, as a Confucian wife, she shouldn’t commit, at least not in public, always mindful of her husband’s face.

Therefore, she stood up and chased after him, disregarding everything.

Lingfei quietly looked up to steal a glance at Zhao Rong’s expression.

After pondering for a moment, she carefully handed Zhao Rong a cup of tea with both hands.

Holding it as high as her eyebrows.