My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 409 - 294 I’m Used to Coming from Behind

Chapter 409: Chapter 294 I’m Used to Coming from Behind

Outside the Linlu Academy, on a bustling street.

In front of a bustling restaurant.

At this moment, Zhao Rong felt utterly overwhelmed.

This morning, he had truly wanted to peacefully teach a make-up class to his Shuaixing Hall classmates.

But one trouble after another had followed.

Just moments ago, had he nearly directed and starred in a catastrophic scene?

"Regarding the matter when I mistook my wife’s maid for my lover and eloped, only to be caught by my wife on the way"?

Zhao Rong’s eyelid twitched fiercely.

He had thought that this morning in Shuaixing Hall, the best clown would be ’Sword Lady’.

He had even watched her play all morning with a smile on his lips, completely at ease.

But...

The clown turned out to be me?

Zhao Rong reflected painfully.

When exactly did things start getting weird?

Oh right, everything was fine until the gatekeeper steward came to inform him that a young girl, claiming to be from Taiching Prefecture... So that was it...

So, was it that he thought too much, or too little?

Or was it that he had a guilty conscience... spit spit... a little fox in his heart?

So the moment he heard a girl was looking for him, he panicked.

Zhao Rong suddenly understood why, in the family dramas he watched in his previous life, women’s intuition was so sharp, always sensing when men were up to something.

It was clearly because the latter were prone to giving themselves away...

At this moment, Zhao Rong was standing at the entrance of the restaurant.

He turned his head, looking at the young girl clinging to his arm.

In his field of vision.

There was a pretty little face.

Her face was not as round as before, and having not seen her for half a year, her chin now seemed sharper.

Was it because she had slimmed down from the hardships of traveling outside?

Or was this young lady naturally a beauty, now like Qing Jun, resembling a willow in the beautiful season of April, becoming more graceful and attractive?

She was a maiden in her blooming season.

Or should I say, both?

Qian’er had her black hair wrapped in a pink headscarf, styled like a man’s.

Below her clean forehead were a pair of peach blossom eyes, seeming intoxicated.

Zhao Rong was very familiar with them.

Her big peach blossom eyes, slightly reddened at the corners, looked as if she had just cried not long ago, extremely touching.

But he knew that he must not be deceived by this young lady’s naturally pitiful appearance, otherwise, she would completely dominate him.

In this, Zhao Rong had a profound experience.

When he first awakened the memories of his past life, he had been taken advantage of countless times.

However, now he had some experience in dealing with the quirky Qian’er.

Loves to cry? One punch each...

At this moment, seeing the bright smile on Qian’er’s face, Zhao Rong’s previously gloomy mood unexpectedly lifted a bit.

Although he had almost been doomed by her just now, it was also his fault for not recognizing the person.

But both Qian’er and the little one were of a petite stature, and if one did not look at a certain area on the front, at first glance, their back views in men’s clothes could indeed be confusing.

In front of Zhao Rong.

The young girl was tilting her head up, her eyes shining as she looked at him, her face full of joy.

Her smile was heartfelt, bursting with happiness.

Beneath her pursed pink lips, her two little white canine teeth were showing, only this time, she didn’t cover them with her hand.

Had she forgotten, or did the young girl know he actually didn’t mind?

Zhao Rong felt a slight stir in his heart.

His lips unconsciously wanted to mirror her smile, but he held back.

In his peripheral vision, a cool and aloof lady was quietly observing the two.

"Eloping?"

Zhao Rong blinked, looking at Zhao Qian’er, who seemed determined to leave her mistress and start a household with him, aspiring to a life of twin beds and twin flights.

His lips twitched.

Are you sure it’s eloping, not being chased for a thousand miles by a massive jar of vinegar, becoming a pair of desperate lovers?

Zhao Rong, driven strongly by the desire to live, said, "Elope you be damned."

He cursed playfully, glaring at Zhao Qian’er.

Then, Zhao Rong’s gaze unconsciously shifted towards Lingfei.

But he quickly realized, why he was feeling guilty and why he was sneakily peeking.

Wouldn’t that seem more like having a guilty conscience?

His own wife, but properly married through a formal match... As the one who had married into the family, he could even touch her; it was perfectly fine to look openly.

Zhao Rong turned his head and smiled at Qing Jun, "Qian’er has arrived, and you didn’t even mention it to me just now."

Lingfei glanced sideways, eyeing him and then her gaze still fell on the intertwined hands of Zhao Rong and Zhao Qian’er.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, squinting gently.

While gazing at that spot, she said,

"I saw you were busy with class earlier, so I didn’t say anything, lest I disturb you. I let this cheeky girl wait outside for a while; it’s fine. I planned to wait until your class was over, then come together to register her entry into the household."

Zhao Rong nodded slightly.

He then remembered that outside Shuaixing Hall, Qing Jun indeed seemed hesitant to speak.

But at that moment, he was concerned with the activities within the Academy behind him and did not pay attention, thinking that anything could be discussed after class.

Besides that, there was another amusing fact that Zhao Rong understood well.

The scholars from Linlu Academy, when heading to the Taiching Four Mansions, mostly faced no hindrances.

However, for Linlu Academy, the Residence Students from the Taiching Four Mansions, on their first visit, had to register at the gatehouse like outsiders, verifying their identities and purposes of visit.

Afterwards, only if someone from within the Academy vouched for them could they enter and exit the Academy.

Whoever had established such strict regulations, to a certain extent, hindered the interactions between the people of the Prefecture and the Academy.

Zhao Qian’er was staring intently at Rong’er’s face, as the two had been separated for over half a year. She had a plethora of words she wanted to tell him, to ask him.

Even if she didn’t admit it verbally before.

But Zhao Qian’er had to bow in her heart to a certain reality.

That was, the next time she met Rong’er, they might already have turned gray-haired.

Or even, it may become difficult to meet again, each in different corners of the world.

Therefore, after returning exhausted from the trials, when she learned from the young lady about someone’s arrival.

At that moment, the indescribable feelings that burst forth in her heart... were hard for outsiders to understand...

At this moment, Zhao Qian’er saw that not only was Rong’er scolding her, but he was also blatantly ignoring her and flirting with the young lady.

The young girl immediately could not stand it.

She pulled Zhao Rong’s arm, and when he turned back, she continued to gently shake the arm of the man she was embracing.

"It wasn’t eloping, so why did you suddenly come from behind and in such a hurry, it even hurt me; you’re too strong..."

Zhao Qian’er crinkled her tiny jade nose, her clear voice mixed with a bit of complaint.

Zhao Rong’s right eyelid twitched.

He controlled his eyes and expression, not looking at the watching Lingfei but laughed lightly.

"I’m sorry, Qian’er, I’m used to approaching from behind—mm, I’ll be more mindful of my strength next time," he said with a hint of jest.

"Hmph, you’re lying; next time you’ll still use just as much force. You’re just placating me. You see, you’re not like this with the young lady; you’re much gentler with her," she complained.

Zhao Qian’er bit her silver teeth and glared at Zhao Rong for a while.

Afterwards, she indeed did not dwell on that issue any longer.

The usually lively young girl suddenly hugged his arm and whispered with her head lowered:

"This is the first time I’ve held hands with a man, Rong’er, you owe me."

Zhao Rong: "..."

How can I compensate for this? Should I let you also come from behind and call it even?

He tugged at the corner of his mouth, silently twitching his hand.

Only to find it tightly grasped by her, such that he could not easily pull it free the first time.

However, seeing that Qian’er was distracted by his change of topic,

She didn’t dwell on his earlier unusual behavior upon leaving the door.

Zhao Rong silently sighed in relief.

Lingfei abruptly asked, "Rong’er, weren’t you busy with class? How come you ran over here?"

Her gaze once again fell on the entwined hands of her husband and her maid.

Zhao Rong’s body tensed slightly...

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PS: No, this condition of Rong’er isn’t right; robbing Peter to pay Paul and he also has procrastination issues.

The experience of coding is too appalling.

I apologize, dear brothers; I’ll take a two-day break to secure the daily task of the 4000-word charge Chapters. After stabilizing the update, I will compensate everyone!!!

(Some dear brothers say they don’t care about points compensation; just more updates are fine...)

Thank you, brothers, but for Rong’er to have measures of redress, it’s not just a few sorrys then pretending nothing happened.

Though always procrastinating and being an old dove, I also have some dignity, really feeling guilty.)

Alas, since Sword Lady was published, in five months Rong’er never got the full attendance award; really want to get it. Last month’s one-minute disaster is still vivid, it’s all a stranded author can rely on...

The current state is too bad! Really feeling miserable, the whole person is drowsy.

It’s five-thirty in the morning now, finally finished coding, a bit tough to keep up... going to rest now... Brothers, good night.