Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 363 - 346: Lovesickness, a Disease!

Chapter 363: Chapter 346: Lovesickness, a Disease!

Ximen Jinxing’s emotions, within a fleeting moment, went from shock to anger to agitation and then to calm.

Hiss—

Ximen Jinxing’s hand, holding her skirt, suddenly exerted force and ended up ripping her own skirt largely apart.

Going for broke!

I won’t lose to you, vixen!

Worst case scenario, two women serving one husband!

As the eldest daughter of the Ximen family, could my status possibly be lower than that of a little vixen after I enter through that door!?

At this moment, Zhang San, holding a needle and thread box and walking in from outside, had a completely baffled expression.

Ximen Jinxing, looking at the needle and thread box in Zhang San’s hand, and then at the torn skirt of Little Fox Hu Xingxiang on the bed, realized that she might have misunderstood the situation.

"Her skirt got accidentally torn when she entered my yard earlier, did yours get torn too?"

Zhang San looked at Ximen Jinxing with a puzzled face, curiously asking.

Ximen Jinxing nodded embarrassingly.

"Yeah! What a coincidence."

Zhang San, holding the needle and thread box, closed the door and walked into the room. While threading the needle, he reminded, "There are too many cheats these days, be careful when you buy skirts from now on. Don’t buy these poor quality ones."

Ximen Jinxing sat down beside the desk, her face flushed, using her skirt to cover her thighs, and kept her head down in silence.

Hu Xingxiang looked at Ximen Jinxing and softly said, "Sister Ximen, if you’re in a hurry, sister can stitch it first."

Ximen Jinxing waved her hands repeatedly, but as she waved, her skirt slipped off again and she had to quickly cover herself properly.

"It’s okay, you go ahead."

"It’s alright. Sister is San Lang’s friend, that makes you my friend too."

Ximen Jinxing pondered for a moment, not knowing how to respond to that.

Hu Xingxiang, looking at the embarrassed Ximen Jinxing, softly asked, "Sister, do you not know how to sew? I can do it, let me help you."

Saying this, Hu Xingxiang got off the bed, took the needle and thread box from Zhang San’s hand, and sat beside the desk.

"Sister, lie on your side, so I can properly align the torn area."

Although Ximen Jinxing wanted to refuse, considering that she truly did not know these sewing tasks, she could only let Hu Xingxiang help her.

At this moment, watching Hu Xingxiang sewing her skirt while she could do nothing but lie there helplessly, Ximen Jinxing deeply wished someone would invent a technique capable of transmitting sounds for miles, preferably with the ability to also send the visual scene from her side.

That way, Sister Yu could help her anytime.

Fortunately, at this moment Zhang San was not paying attention to them but was considering the mansion’s layout plans, thinking about how to allocate these rooms and planning to convert the large gardens at the back into martial arts grounds.

Ximen Jinxing, feeling the awkward silence in the room, thought about finding a topic to break the silence.

"Zhang San, what are you looking at?"

"The blueprint for the new house. Now that the house is bought, I’m planning how to arrange it. Later, I’ll have Wei, Xu, Sister Ling, Big Head Wang, Wang Ziteng, and Big Sister all move over! The more, the merrier."

Hearing this, Ximen Jinxing was delighted and just about to ask about where she would be placed and whether it would be close to Zhang San’s room.

However, Hu Xingxiang quickly spoke up, asking, "San Lang, where will I live?"

"Pick whichever place you like."

"I want to choose a place close to the study room. The scent of books nourishes both people and spirits. I’ll stay next to the study room."

"Okay, okay, wherever next to the study room is fine."

Ximen Jinxing hastily asked, "What about me? What kind of room will I have?"

Zhang San was stunned, then asked, "Don’t you have a place to stay in the capital?"

Ximen Jinxing’s face darkened, contemplating how to make Zhang San also prepare a room for her, wondering what excuse she could use.

At that moment, Hu Xingxiang spoke softly, "Sister Ximen, your dress is mended."

Ximen Jinxing’s mouth twitched, and just like that, she was left without any excuse to stay.

"Thank you, Sister Xingxiang. I’ll take you out tomorrow!"

Ximen Jinxing felt that she was no match for Little Fox, so she decided to take her along to meet Sister Yu, who could then devise a plan for her.

"Thank you, Sister Ximen, but tomorrow I need to help oversee the new house’s decoration and furniture arrangements. Let’s go out some other time."

Ximen Jinxing’s little scheme was foiled once again.

In the end, Ximen Jinxing could only take her leave and head back home.

After all, she was not skilled in needlework and couldn’t help Hu Xingxiang mend her dress.

But as she stepped out of Zhang San’s room and just as she closed the door behind her, Ximen Jinxing started to worry immensely.

What if Little Fox tempted Zhang San while she was away?

Should she find some excuse to return?

But what excuse could there be?

Meanwhile, inside the room, Hu Xingxiang had chosen a thread that matched the color of her dress and then realized that mending the dress she was wearing was somewhat troublesome.

"San Lang, go over there, don’t look this way, turn around. I need to take off my dress."

Zhang San, who hadn’t been paying attention to what Hu Xingxiang was doing, felt suddenly that the room arrangements in the new house didn’t need to be decided tonight.

"Ahem, I’ll definitely cover my eyes!"

As Zhang San said this, he actually found a piece of cloth to blindfold himself, and then... he secretly employed the Ninefold Scrutiny.

You tell me whether I’ve covered them or not!

"You’re not allowed to peek or even think about it."

"You’re not me, how do you know whether I’m thinking or not?"

"I just know! Humph... my aunt told me, men are very bad, I need to be careful around you!"

Hearing Hu Xingxiang’s cute tone, Zhang San couldn’t help but laugh and said, "Then tell me, what am I thinking about now?"

"You’re not allowed to think! Just don’t think about anything messy in your head!"

Hu Xingxiang didn’t actually know what was on Zhang San’s mind, but before she came back from Jingshan Fang today, Aunt Bai had specially given her this dress, telling her that when she saw Zhang San at his residence, she could run over to him, bounding and hopping to appear cute.

As a result, just a few hops after she reached Zhang San’s courtyard, she accidentally tore her dress.

And Aunt Lian even told her an argument, saying it’s what women do when they learn to speak in contradictions.

If you want a man to look, you mustn’t let him see.

If you want a man to think, you must say not to let him think.

Although she didn’t quite understand the reasoning, adhering to her aunts’ instructions... perhaps it wouldn’t be wrong.

At that moment, from outside the door, Ximen Jinxing’s head started spinning from the moment she heard "I need to take off my dress."

Ximen Jinxing didn’t even know how she made it home.

It was as if she moved like a zombie back to Ximen Mansion, when suddenly hearing someone calling her, Ximen Jinxing finally snapped out of her daze and noticed it was her sister, holding a lantern and wearing a robe out for a walk.

"Jinlian, it’s cold at night, don’t walk outside too much. Here, let me take you back."

Ximen Jinlian, looking at her sister’s complexion, asked, "Sister, what’s wrong? You seem uncomfortable."

Ximen Jinxing shook her head, lightly laughing as she said, "It’s nothing. It’s just..."

After a sigh, Ximen Jinxing murmured to herself, "Why does loving someone have to be painful?"

Ximen Jinlian took her sister’s hand, softly saying, "Being lovesick is a kind of illness. You know, I’ve been sick many times from when I was young till now, but I’ve never had the illness of lovesickness."