My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 553 - 358: Aloof Fairy Su Qingdai, Zhao Ziyu Playing Dumb to Catch the Clever?_3

Chapter 553: Chapter 358: Aloof Fairy Su Qingdai, Zhao Ziyu Playing Dumb to Catch the Clever?_3

Zhao Rong’s expression remained unchanged as he finally spoke softly.

"We’ve delayed quite a bit, let’s hurry to the Zuixian Building to meet Suppressing Martial Brother. He must be getting anxious. Hmm, let’s ignore all the trivial matters."

"Hmph."

Zhao Qian’er grunted discontentedly like a little pig:

"That red-clothed wench looked down on you and me... well, it’s fine if she looks down on me, but looking down on you is unacceptable. If you hadn’t held me back just now, I would have liked to see if those condescending dog eyes of hers are any different from others’. They’re just eyes, how come hers could talk?"

Zhao Rong’s tone was casual.

"Just look, it’s not as if I’m missing a piece of flesh. Maybe she thought your brother Rong’er here is handsome, ugh, it’s a bit annoying. Besides, they left so quickly, they must have had urgent matters to attend to. We’re not in such a hurry, giving way to them is fine."

Zhao Qian’er lifted her little head in front of him, pouting, and forcefully bumped her fragrant shoulder against her good-natured brother Rong’er.

"Hey, are you really not angry? I don’t care, but don’t you hold it in, okay? If you hold it in... it would make me feel uncomfortable."

Zhao Rong looked down at her and his lips twitched.

Er, do you really not care about anything?

Why does it feel like you’re the one who’s angry and wanting to draw your sword?

Nevertheless, the little girl was, after all, deeply concerned for him, unable to bear seeing her lover being scorned and belittled, so she worried on his behalf.

Zhao Rong felt a warm feeling in his heart and joked:

"No, no, really not, what would I hold in? But now that you mention it, I do feel the urge to relieve myself. I’ve been holding it in for quite a while since accompanying you shopping. Let’s get going, this young master also has an ’urgent matter’ to attend to."

"You’re incorrigible," Zhao Qian’er couldn’t help but chuckle, her cheeks blushing as she lightly punched him, "Always talking such shameless nonsense."

She paused, then tugged at Zhao Rong’s sleeve and said with downcast eyes, "Anyone who looks down on you, bullies you, they deserve to die. My... my Heart Lake, the swing there keeps swaying, it’s... it’s for you."

Zhao Rong restrained his smile, shook his head, and said calmly:

"This isn’t some storybook novel where you have to pick a fight and slap someone’s face every time you run into someone you dislike on the street. It was just giving way, why make an enemy out of nothing?"

"Storybook novels?" Zhao Qian’er muttered with narrowed eyes, her little brain immediately engaging in rich imagination.

"If only things were like in those storybook novels. According to what’s usually written there, if someone dares even glance at us, we should beat them until they are completely subservient, and then let brother Rong’er trample that aloof fairy underfoot, humiliating her as we please."

"And after that, well, once they’ve been beaten into submission, they can call for help if they refuse to accept it, right? Like their senior brothers and sisters, fathers, brothers, fiancés, godfathers, all of them, one by one, we would beat them into subservience. Pfft, and then... that haughty fairy, who was all teary and shattered, would come to a complete reversal, begging for mercy in fear, and brother Rong’er, annoyed, would kick her aside. And that formerly aloof fairy, might even turn out to be the kind who enjoys being mistreated, asking for another kick from you—uhm, feels like there would be a lot of stories there. I knew we should have tried just now?"

"......" Zhao Rong.

He couldn’t help but glance at the little girl.

Cheap bones? An aloof fairy who likes to be mistreated?

Cough, cough, which storybook novel are you reading from? This young master is well-read, a lover of books, yet I have never come across such literature in a bookstore?

Would you mind sharing the title? No other intentions, just curious to meet the author.

Zhao Rong nodded earnestly, going along with it:

"Exactly, later, the one who’s been mistreated and bullied ends up falling deeply in love with me, your brother Rong’er, crying and begging to be my warm bedchamber maid, and then out of great difficulty..."

"She wouldn’t dare!" Zhao Qian’er’s eyes widened, "Uhm, no, that’s wrong, it’s... you wouldn’t dare!"

The little girl might have agreed to be Zhao Rong’s second wife, but she held tight control over the maid’s position. After all, that position was just too risky.

A fairy who doesn’t want to be a main wife’s personal maid isn’t a good fairy.

Zhao Qian’er finally understood her own lady’s past frustrations...

At that moment, Zhao Rong gestured with his hand.

"Alright, enough of that. Who can say if things will really happen as they are written in storybook novels? We’ve only met once after all. Would that fairy actually kneel at my feet calling me ’my lord and master’ after tonight?"

"You should read less of those books, stop thinking all the time about things that don’t exist."

Zhao Qian’er shook her head earnestly:

"That’s not necessarily true. Haven’t you told me before that sometimes reality is stranger than fiction? The stories in books at least follow some logic, but reality doesn’t always make sense, anything can happen."

Zhao Rong smiled, not taking it seriously, "Fine, fine, I’ll wait for her to come. Let’s go."

"Uhm, sure."

Zhao Qian’er worriedly nagged again.

"But if there’s even a tiny bit of dissatisfaction in your heart, just say it, and I and Uncle Bai will go get those eyeballs for you."

Zhao Rong could only nod in agreement.

"A chamber pot might come in handy as well."

Zhao Qian’er burst into laughter and then scowled, punching him lightly with her little fists.

Before long.

The trio finally arrived at the center of the lake where the largest pavilion in Xingzi Lake was anchored.

Lights dazzled brilliantly, and the music and dancing continued ceaselessly.

The fragrance of wine spilled from the red-lit windows, while beautiful women cast charming shadows.

The sounds of joy and laughter endured.

The Zuixian Building was in sight.