My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 414 - 297 Wife Teaches Me to Do Things, It’s All Right

Chapter 414: Chapter 297 Wife Teaches Me to Do Things, It’s All Right

Zhao Rong felt it—a certain suffocating force falling upon his face.

It was Qing Jun’s gaze.

Zhao Rong’s expression remained unchanged, as he continued to pinch Qian’er’s cheek while smiling at Qing Jun.

He was also seriously observing her expression.

The two looked at each other.

Even though only a little time had passed, as if only a few grains of pristine dust had fallen through the hourglass.

Zhao Rong’s laughter had just dropped off, still echoing within the narrow alley.

After Qian’er’s cheek was again pinched by the iron grip, she was still stunned and had not yet reacted.

In such a short span of time.

Zhao Rong, however, felt it passed exceedingly slowly.

His and Qing Jun’s eyes met.

It seemed as though one glance spanned ten thousand years.

Zhao Rong couldn’t help but sigh slightly in his heart.

The woman before him, with her aloof demeanor, sometimes felt to him like a clumsy and obedient wife.

At other times, like a peerlessly beautiful Qinglian, untouchable and pure, standing alone and pristine in the world.

And at other times, like a fairy with a keen mind and a proud chill, superior and looking down upon the world.

Just like now, making it impossible to guess what she was thinking or what she knew.

Zhao Rong knew these three completely different aspects of Qing Jun were not contradictory.

They were all just his subjective feelings.

And these feelings stemmed from... the unavoidable barriers between people.

Even amongst the closest of couples and relatives, a minor conflict could create such barriers.

Moreover, in Zhao Rong’s heart, there was also a small fox hiding.

So he subjectively felt ’distance’.

What Zhao Rong was not sure about was,

whether the currently quiet Qing Jun, watching him, felt the same way.

But Zhao Rong knew.

As long as he took a step forward, took Qing Jun’s hand, and felt its softness and warmth,

this barrier would immediately disappear.

And Qing Jun would then revert to being his intimate wife again.

This was a strange experience among lovers; sometimes, thousands of love words are not as important as an action showing you care.

But the root cause of the problem still existed.

It would come again.

As for the solution.

Zhao Rong had always been waiting.

Waiting for the ’consequences’ of that time when the waters of both their Heart Lakes tipped into each other.

It’s just that Qing Jun had always acted as if nothing had happened, making him unsure if she had found a way to take a look.

Or, what she saw from that look?

At the same time, Zhao Rong was waiting for the right moment.

For little Xiao and Qing Jun to meet safely.

He needed to ensure the meeting was completely safe.

Even a one percent risk, Zhao Rong did not want to take.

Because for these two paramount women in his heart, Zhao Rong could not afford even a slight loss.

So he kept waiting, waiting all until now.

Is this the right moment?

Inside the quiet alley at this moment.

Zhao Rong’s expression was calm, but his heart waged an unending battle.

In his view, there was only Qing Jun.

Looking at the distantly aloof woman.

Zhao Rong suddenly felt a surge from deep within to recklessly rush forward, embrace her tightly, and cling her to his chest.

But before this emotion could reach its peak, someone had already moved.

Lingfei’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and her lotus-colored embroidery shoes suddenly took a small step forward before stopping, as if by accident.

But soon her embroidered shoes lifted again.

Lingfei, while lowering her gaze and adjusting the wide, flowing purple sleeve on her right arm, slowly walked up to Zhao Rong’s side and gently grabbed his arm.

She tightened the hold of her hands around Zhao Rong’s arm.

At the same time, she glanced at Qian’er, whose expression was aggrieved, and lightly nodded her forehead.

"Hmm, indeed she is just a little maid; I wouldn’t bother myself with her."

Zhao Rong was silent for a while, feeling the warmth and softness of the woman snuggling by his side.

This warmth was continuously transmitted.

Both of them felt it.

Zhao Rong turned his head and quietly looked at Qing Jun’s beautifully curved profile, pursing his lips.

"Miss."

Qian’er called out sorrowfully.

Lingfei smiled lightly, lifted her hand, and took Zhao Rong’s hand—which was still pinching Qian’er’s red cheek, seemingly forgetting to let go—down.

The poor girl’s round cheek finally escaped the demon’s clutch.

She sniffled a bit, but ultimately, unable to hold back her anger, pounded Zhao Rong lightly with her fist, "Mean Rong’er bro, you big jerk, always bullying me..."

For a moment, Zhao Rong did not pay attention to the little girl’s continuous chatter.

He looked down at the hand that had just pinched Qian’er’s cheek, a beautiful fair hand was covering his, poised to withdraw.

Silently, Zhao Rong reached back and grasped her delicate hand tightly.

His thumb caressed and rubbed the palm of Lingfei’s hand.

Lingfei slightly looked up, glancing at her husband.

This intimate gesture, mutually silent and close together.

Zhao Rong suddenly laughed, "It’s getting late, let’s head back to the Academy."

Lingfei and Qian’er both nodded.

The former, arm in arm with Zhao Rong, headed towards the mouth of the alley.

Qian’er, however, stood her ground, not immediately following them.

The young girl stood tall and straight, her hands behind her back, the aggrieved look on her face now gone.

Her cheeks remained red, yet her expression was calm, quietly watching the coupled figures of Zhao Rong and Lingfei for a while.

"Rong’er bro... has really changed a lot... Is it Uncle Bai’s wine, hmm, I got my monthly allowance... During these days I’ve been away, it seems a lot has happened between Miss and him... Also, hmm, mean Rong’er bro, not even recognizing me, you big jerk..."