My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 307 - 235: Is There Another Woman in Heart Lake? (Late Monthly Bonus Update!)

Chapter 307: Chapter 235: Is There Another Woman in Heart Lake? (Late Monthly Bonus Update!)

Zhao Rong seemed not to notice the noise Lingfei made.

He still did not turn his head to look at her.

While turning his head to look outside the pavilion, Zhao Rong spoke in a strange tone,

"My dear wife, how curious and strange it is; why do I need your consent if I am not thinking of you, but of someone else?"

Lingfei stood tall with her hands held up front, her head held high like a graceful swan’s neck. She, being tall and slender with a delicate waist and straight shoulders, stood in front of the seated Zhao Rong like a towering green lotus, looking down at him.

Lingfei’s eyelids drooped slightly, partially hiding her cold eyes but still emitting a light as bright as the stars.

"No, you cannot think of other women."

Her voice was crisp and cold. She paused, gazing intensely at Zhao Rong and said with great emphasis,

"Rong’er, you are mine, only mine. You cannot think of other women... Yes, Lingfei is also yours, your wife. Besides you, Rong’er, no other man has ever lingered in Heart Lake besides my master. Isn’t it wonderful that we both possess each other like this?"

The originally cold female voice became slightly tremulous towards the end, akin to the quivering long eyelashes of Lingfei as she stared unblinkingly at Zhao Rong.

At that moment, Lingfei’s posture resembled a towering iceberg standing in front of Zhao Rong.

She wanted his promise, she wanted his promise!

However, Zhao Rong did not directly confront the pressure she enforced. His gaze wandered elsewhere, his eyes flickering momentarily.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips in silence. He felt the intense emotion hidden beneath Qing Jun’s harsh and selfish words. He felt sympathy and wanted to respond to her, but Qing Jun was still determined to dominate their private interactions. As she hadn’t yielded,

he couldn’t give in; otherwise, all his previous efforts would be in vain.

Zhao Rong was extraordinarily alert at the moment. From his experiences in such disputes, he knew this wasn’t just a simple issue between a dominant man and a submissive woman or vice versa.

It involved whether he could give a tiny place to Gui.

Retreating now, even just a step, would give Qing Jun the initiative in their relationship, leading her to future impositions and gradual dominance until it completely controlled him, turning his once emphatic "I want it all" into mere empty words.

Considering Qing Jun’s current jealous trait, she indeed strongly disapproved of accepting others, and even the compliant Gui might have significant resistance internally.

But Zhao Rong felt that if he lacked the courage to defy the situation, floating along with the tide, just doing whatever Qing Jun and Gui wanted, compromising here and there, then what did "I want it all" even mean?

Struggling with people is an endless delight, especially when it involves challenging deeply entrenched beliefs and prejudices.

Zhao Rong was determined to change, convert Qing Jun and Gui, and to persuade those around him to accept his perspective.

Today was the first step.

Zhao Rong’s gaze sharpened.

At that moment, seeing that he still hadn’t responded, Lingfei’s eyes flickered, and she suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhao Rong’s left hand.

Her long, fair hand intertwined with Zhao Rong’s hand, the other gently covering the back of his hand, rubbing his hand softly between hers.

Lingfei looked up at him, her previously cold eyes now melting for Zhao Rong, sending him tender glances.

"You can also think of Qian’er, after all, you haven’t seen her for many days. It’s okay to miss her, and of Aunt Liu too, surely it’s permissible. But as for other women, you must not think of them anymore."

Zhao Rong felt his left hand engulfed in a soft warmth, like jade, her heat continuously transferring from her palm to his heart.

He slowly exhaled, sitting upright, guarding his mind, then slightly turned his head and shifted his gaze, swapping one lakeside view for another "scenery" to "admire", yet still said nothing.

Lingfei tilted her head slightly, blinking lightly at the suddenly serious Rong’er. But the sweet reward after the strict admonition wasn’t just that; as long as he complied, everything was possible.

At the next moment,

she cupped Zhao Rong’s hand in both of hers, bowed her head, puckered her lips slightly,

"Huh~"

Lingfei gently blew a warm breath into the palm of his hand, then pressed Zhao Rong’s trembling hand against her cheek.

Lingfei pressed her cheek tightly against Rong’er’s palm, feeling a bit of cold but her heart was somewhat joyful because this way, she could warm him, transferring the warmth to him.

Lingfei pulled on the sleeve that hung from Zhao Rong’s hand, her gaze catching a glimpse of the dark woods by the lakeside. She narrowed her eyes and whispered softly,

"Is that alright, Rong’er? Just say a word, or a nod will do, it’s not difficult, then... then I’ll accompany you to the woods over there, to seek serenity..."

Lingfei’s voice grew softer and softer, but her eyes constantly fixed on Zhao Rong, filled with tender waves.

Zhao Rong found it increasingly difficult to bear. Just moments ago, Qing Jun still sported the arrogant demeanor of a haughty fairy, but now she had suddenly transformed into a gentle and understanding wife, delicate as a bird reliant on others.

The melting shift of her demeanor created such a stark contrast that Zhao Rong almost let his guard down.

This tactic of alternating severity and sweetness was eerily similar to how Su Huxian used to become alluringly cold. Had both girls pinpointed his weakness?

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, bit his tongue tip, and a rush of pain snapped him out of it. Then, with force, he withdrew his left hand from this entrapment of tenderness.

Lingfei was startled, staring at Rong’er’s withdrawing hand, her pretty face slowly tensing.

All of a sudden, her voice quivering, she said, "Rong’er, has that Liu Kongyi come looking for you?"

Zhao Rong blinked, utterly confused about why Qing Jun was suddenly bringing up this woman. He wanted to look at her expression but ultimately resisted, turning his face sideways towards Qing Jun, his eyes looking at the water, he shook his head.

Lingfei had just recalled, days earlier at Taiching Prefecture when she encountered Liu Kongyi, Liu Kongyi had openly, with a smile, inquired about Rong’er, mentioning something about "picking up a poem about falling blossoms without me, feeling guilty, and wanting to offer a cup of tea to express gratitude properly."

Lingfei disliked Liu Kongyi’s smiling face and even more so hearing her say the words "Young Master Zhao." So uncharacteristically, she rudely ignored Liu Kongyi, brushed past her, and left.

Lingfei narrowed her eyes, so, she had come to see Rong’er?

Lingfei clenched her delicate, slender fingers in front of her.

"My wife is overthinking it, there’s nothing."

Seeing her silence, calming down for a moment, Zhao Rong slowly said.

Lingfei’s face was expressionless, but her complexion had unknowingly turned deathly pale, "Rong’er, I want to see your Heart Lake."

Zhao Rong decisively shook his head.

What a joke, that’s not something one simply looks at.

Lingfei bit her lip, her gaze fixed directly on him, "I was just testing you, Lingfei is not that kind of unreasonable woman, violating womanly virtue to inspect her husband’s Heart Lake. It was just a test, yet you refused without even thinking."

By now, she had regained her usual posture of dignified coolness, but her eyes began to redden slightly.

"I..." Zhao Rong was at a loss for words.

"You definitely have Liu Kongyi on your mind, and you still deny it," Lingfei sniffed.

"Not... Well, I’ll let you see."

"Fine."

"Didn’t you say you aren’t a barbaric woman violating womanly virtue?"

"If my husband allows me, I wouldn’t dare to disobey."

Zhao Rong shook his head, "Then I won’t let you see."

Lingfei nodded, "Alright, then don’t look, but you have to prove you weren’t thinking of her."

"I..." Zhao Rong faltered.

"You."

Lingfei’s autumn-water eyes were all fixed on Zhao Rong, not moving from him.

Zhao Rong was choked up, he quickly went over what he had just said, still unclear why no matter what Qing Jun always seemed right and so righteous.

Indeed, it’s impossible to reason with a woman in love, especially about another woman. Even Qing Jun, who was usually so sensible and knew proper etiquette, became unreasonable...

Before Zhao Rong could think of a response, Lingfei spoke again.

She suddenly turned away, no longer looking at Zhao Rong.

Lingfei’s gaze was pointed straight ahead, her eyes blankly gazing outside, the autumn waters in her eyes reflecting the autumn waters outside. Her delicately pointed chin stubbornly lifted, her tone cold yet mixed with a scorned wife’s lamentation.

"Indeed, there’s another woman in Rong’er’s Heart Lake."

Zhao Rong: "..."

Gui: "..."