Finest Servant

Chapter 456 The Method of Undoing Curses

"What else do you want?" Xiao Yuruo chided, gently caressing the scratches on his cheek. She lightly bit her red lips as she inspected his injuries.

Lin Wanrong grabbed her small hand and mournfully responded, "Eldest Miss, I've been severely injured this time. It's hard for me to find peace at night alone. Could you comfort me this evening—ah, why do you look so impure? Don't get any funny ideas. I'm just asking you to take care of the injured; nothing will happen."

Despite his eloquence, Eldest Miss knew what he was thinking. She couldn't help but blush and sternly glared at him. "You're already in such bad shape, and you still can't behave? Tell me, who did this to you in our family's backyard?"

"Ah, that's actually your fault, Eldest Miss. Since we've been apart, tea has lost its flavor, and food is hard to swallow. I think of you day and night. Finally, I get to see you, and you cruelly lock me out. I was so lost in thoughts of you while climbing the wall that I lost my balance and fell, landing on this hoe," Lin Wanrong quickly spun a tale, his eyes twinkling.

Eldest Miss coldly snorted, her eyes sharp as lightning, "What about the scratches on your face?"

"This, well, was caused by the peony flowers," Lin Wanrong pointed to the newly planted flowers in the garden without blinking an eye, chuckling, "The saying goes that peonies have many thorns; I'm sure you've heard of it."

"Peonies have many thorns?" Xiao Yuruo didn't buy his nonsense and said through gritted teeth, "It seems like you'd be more of a romantic ghost under the peonies. The marks on your face are clearly those of a woman's scratch. Do you think I don't recognize it? You must have offended some young lady again, which led to this." She hummed and turned her head, "Si De, who has been to this backyard tonight? I want to see who has the audacity to even make our household's tyrant cower."

Si De, holding a large lantern, stood behind Eldest Miss and Lin Wanrong. Seeing Lin Wanrong's eyes and eyebrows squeezed together, he hesitated, "It's—"

Before he could utter another word, Lin Wanrong exclaimed, "Ah, whose silver bill is this? Si De, it seems to have fallen from you. That's not a small amount—fifty taels, enough to cover your salary for two years. How could you be so careless?"

"Really? Where?" Si De hastily lowered his lantern to find a silver bill right at his feet, precisely fifty taels.

"Ah, thank you, Lin San, for the reminder. This is the betrothal gift my mother prepared for me; I almost lost it." Si De grinned so broadly that his mouth nearly closed, quickly pocketing the fifty-tael note and bowed to Lin Wanrong, "Thank you, Brother San, thank you, Brother San."

"It's no problem," Lin Wanrong chuckled and patted him on the shoulder, "I noticed your vision seems a bit off, Si De. You'll need to take better care of yourself; there'll be more opportunities to pick up silver in the future."

Eldest Miss found their behavior odd and furrowed her brows, asking, "Si De, now tell me, who has been to the backyard tonight?"

Si De peered under his chin, lost in deep thought. After a while, he finally shook his head, "I can't quite remember. I think Second Miss came by, as did the Madam, Huan'er, and you, Eldest Miss. Brother San, am I right?"

"Exactly, exactly. When I jumped down earlier, I only saw a white shadow flash before my eyes and a few streaks of silver light flutter by. Before I could even make out the figure, my face ended up like this," Lin Wanrong nodded, his expression grave.

Xiao Yuruo wouldn't listen to his nonsense. Seeing that he had colluded with Si De to deceive her, she couldn't help but feel both irritated and amused. She shot him a frustrated glance, "What white shadow? What silver light? Are you suggesting it was a ghost? Just who is this woman you are so keen on protecting? I'd really like to see for myself."

Lin Wanrong burst into laughter, "Eldest Miss, you're overthinking it. Why are you still hung up on something even I can't remember? Wait, where are Xian'er and Second Miss? Weren't they with you?"

Since he refused to say anything, Xiao Yuruo had no choice but to drop it. Seeing the bright nail marks on his face and his pitiful appearance, it was clear how ruthless the woman had been. Eldest Miss couldn't bring herself to probe further. She sighed softly and lowered her voice, "You really need to learn your lesson. Not every woman is as easy to bully as me. Yushuang is with Xian'er visiting Mother. I heard noises in the backyard and came running."

Lin Wanrong merely hummed in response, cautiously asking, "And how is, um, Madam?"

"You do care about Mother," Eldest Miss smiled sweetly, her eyes twinkling with a rosy glow. "I haven't seen her yet. But Yushuang and Miss Qin should be chatting with her right now, so it should be fine."

"That's good, that's good," Lin Wanrong patted his chest, exhaling deeply, visibly invigorated. Eldest Miss cast him a suspicious glance; his behavior was peculiar, as if he'd stolen something.

Upon returning to the courtyard with Eldest Miss, they found the room across brightly lit, soft laughter and chattering from women echoing within. Lin Wanrong listened intently; the charming voice belonged to Yushuang, the gentle and alluring one to Xian'er, and the slightly hoarse and weary voice, to the Madam.

"What are you doing?" Noticing him eavesdropping outside the window, Eldest Miss chuckled, "You look like a thief. If you want to listen, we can go in together and chat with Mother."

"Ah, no, no," Lin Wanrong took a quick step back, visibly uneasy. He chuckled, "Look at the state I'm in. How could I meet Madam like this? It would be better to wait a few days, change into something presentable, and then pay her a visit."

Seeing his muddy face and tattered clothes, she assumed he was being considerate of her. Xiao Yuruo felt a sweet sensation in her heart. She nodded slightly, her face flushing, "In that case, go rest. Tomorrow, we'll change into better clothes and go together to meet Mother."

For now, the matter seemed settled. Seeing Eldest Miss's gentle and loving expression, Lin Wanrong felt a surge of happiness. He grabbed her hand and whispered, "Yuruo, do you remember what I told you earlier? I was injured tonight and need some comfort—it's really quite innocent—"

"Smooth talker, who said anything about comforting you? Go find your Miss Qin," Xiao Yuruo snapped, her heart pounding and her ears flushed red. She quickly lowered her head and hurried into the inner room.

Seeing her coy demeanor, Lin Wanrong chuckled a few times. He went into the house to fetch some hot water, and with a splash, he leapt into the tub, letting out a satisfied sigh. Tonight had been strange indeed—his first venture as a thief had led him to meet someone he shouldn't have, and suffer injuries he shouldn't have sustained.

The scratches on his face burned, and a swollen welt formed on his back. Soaking it in the water, he felt a tingling pain. But the lingering sensation of the woman's soft and voluptuous body made him feel as if his entire being had lightened.

"Husband—" A soft call echoed from behind him. Qin Xian'er had entered the room unannounced, her pretty face flushed in the misty steam. She reached out her small hand and gently touched his bare back.

Lin Wanrong let out a surprised "Oh," his body shuddering. Wiping the water droplets from his face, he smiled, "Xian'er, weren't you talking to the Madam? How did you come back so soon?"

Gently massaging his back, Qin Xian'er's face was flushed and exquisitely beautiful. "I was worried about you, so I came to see how you were doing. Eldest Miss Xiao said that a woman had entered the Xiao residence earlier, and you had a skirmish with her and got injured—"

"No, no," Lin Wanrong hurriedly shook his head. "Eldest Miss is joking. Who in the world would be a match for me in a fight?"

Qin Xian'er giggled, and the mist slowly cleared. The scars on his face and back suddenly came into view. Miss Qin gasped, her eyes filled with tears and her voice turning icy, "So, what Eldest Miss said was true. Who did this, Husband? I will kill her!"

"Kill? There's no need for killing," Lin Wanrong laughed, grabbing her small hand. Seizing the opportunity, he lifted her delicate body into the tub. Qin Xian'er let out a surprised yelp, feeling a sudden warmth envelop her.

A martial arts expert impervious to heat and cold, she wore lightweight clothing. As she plunged into the water, her clothes clung to her like a second skin, tightly wrapping around her voluptuous chest, curvaceous hips, and slender legs—she was like a sculpture made of ice and jade, exquisitely delicate.

The wooden tub was small, barely enough to fit two people, and quite cramped. Qin Xian'er had become his wife but their mutual desires remained unfulfilled. Feeling shy, she clung tightly to his sturdy body, murmuring, "Husband—"

Her flushed face lifted slightly, as if the sky was lit by flying rosy clouds, her eyes misty and enchanting. Her nose twitched slightly, and her alluring lips seemed like ripe lychee, tempting Lin Wanrong to taste their sweet flavor. Between her shy expressions, dimples occasionally flashed, enhancing her seductive gaze.

"Xian'er—" Lin Wanrong was mesmerized, feeling as if he were on fire. He slipped his hand into her clothes, slowly caressing her back, which was as smooth as jade. The sensation was even softer than the water.

"Husband, I want to be your wife, your true wife." Qin Xian'er's mouth opened and closed rapidly, as fragrant as an orchid, her eyes exuding an enchanting allure that seemed as if they could drip water. Nervously and shyly, she took his large hand and slowly covered her own soft chest with it. Her pink shirt was already soaked through, pushed up by her full bosom into a high contour. Under the cover of her thin, white veil, her tender white skin and voluptuous curves were hazily visible. Her slender waist twisted subtly, revealing a deep, enticing cleavage.

Lin Wanrong exhaled deeply, his hands holding onto the protruding jade-like softness. The silk-like sensation sent a thrill through his heart. In that busy moment, he couldn't help but think of the woman he encountered tonight. Compared to her, his wife's figure wasn't bad at all.

A hot sensation surged from her chest into her heart, making Qin Xian'er's entire body tremble. Unable to hold back a soft whimper, she rushed into his arms, panting, "Husband, I don't want to wait any longer. Take me, I want to be your wife."

Her voice seemed like a spell, igniting the fire of desire in Lin Wanrong's heart. But there was a glimmer of rationality left in him. Although his hands were busy, he suppressed his lustful feelings, thinking of their future happiness: "Xian'er, the Love Bug in you—"

Qin Xian'er let out a soft cry and threw herself into his arms, sobbing, "Husband, if I can't rid myself of the Love Bug, will you never want me?"

"How could that be?" Remembering Qin Xian'er's deep affection, Lin Wanrong was overwhelmingly touched. With newfound courage, he gave her a light kiss on the ear and softly said, "Silly girl, we've exchanged vows as husband and wife. We are to be together for life. You, such a good girl, are a precious gift from heaven. Not only do I want you, but I will also treasure you as the most beautiful gem in the world."

Hearing his sweet words, Qin Xian'er trembled, her arms wrapped tightly around him, their bodies close. She choked up, "Husband, I have a Love Bug in me, and I'm a jealous type. Are you not worried that I might harm Xiao Qingxuan, as well as the two young ladies of the Xiao family?"

Lin Wanrong affectionately stroked her little nose, chuckling, "Just because of what you've said, I would marry you in this life and every life to come. Xian'er, you're a good girl who would never harm anyone. I trust you."

Joy and excitement rushed to her head, so sweet it was almost unbearable. Qin Xian'er nestled in his arms, looking up at him, her tender body trembling, "Husband, kiss me! Kiss me once, and I will tell you a secret."

"How could one kiss be enough? Let's make it a hundred." Lin Wanrong chuckled, leaning in to cover her luscious red lips with his own. The silky, sweet sensation made both of their hearts tremble.

Qin Xian'er pulled away from his arms, her breath rapid. She looked at him with an enchanting smile, her slender hand slowly unhooking her wet gown. She tossed it aside, revealing her ivory-like translucent body in the water. Her full, soft chest pushed the warm water into a surging channel.

She slowly pressed herself against him, her soft breasts pressing against his chest. Her face flushed with a mix of pride and joy, she allowed him to caress her legs, hips, and chest. Her emotions surged like waves.

"Husband, there's no need to be afraid," Qin Xian'er whispered, her voice trembling with excitement. She felt weak, as if all her strength had been drained. Leaning close to his ear, she continued, "My master has found a way to get rid of the curse. She said you would be pleased. From tonight, I will truly be your wife."

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