CH 96.2

Xiao Xizi hesitated again, and then said through clenched teeth, “Master Xin, I’m just saying this to you but I don’t mean to talk nonsense about the Lord. Since the death of the madam, the Lord became a bit crazy. There was a twelfth concubine before, but when the fourteenth concubine was ready to rank up, he said there was already a thirteenth concubine, and said that she was at home.”

“He scared us to death when he said that. We were busy in the Li family day after day, but we didn’t see an extra person in the home.”

“At that time, we even guessed that the Lord was cursed and were so scared.”

“But after a while, we did not see anything happening so we took it as the Lord’s nonsense.”

A man’s voice suddenly rang out from across the courtyard gate and Xiao Xizi consciously stood up from the bench, “Master Xin, the time to go to eat is almost over.”

Seeing Bai Lixin stand up from the soft couch, Xiao Xizi hesitantly said, “Master Xin, I have told you so much but you can never go out and ask around and also say that I told you. The Lord set some rules before he died; no one is allowed to mention this matter. Although he is no longer there, the rules are still there.”

Bai Lixin nodded seriously. “I understand, thank you.”

He walked to the door and was about to push the door to go out when his eye suddenly looked at the robe he was putting on.

A tall figure suddenly appeared in his mind, along with the words “the next time I see you not wearing a cheongsam, the punishment will not be so simple.”

The half stretched foot was slowly retracted, and Bai Lixin’s eyes slightly drooped down. “I’ll meet you outside, I’ll first change my clothes.”

Xiao Xizi wanted to say something but stopped.

Master Xin looked good in this, why change clothes?

Five minutes later, a black long-haired beauty with a military green cloak and a lake green silk cheongsam walked out gracefully.

Xiao Xizi was dumbfounded.

Change! Must change! Good change!

Who would not say “perfect” after seeing this?!

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When Bai Lixin walked into the front hall, he found everyone already seated.

Bai Lixin looked around and his eyes were immediately attracted by an unexpected figure.

The man’s eyes went across the lobby and fell onto Bai Lixin’s body. Bai Lixin could even read a word from his eyes: Regret.

Regret it yourself.

Fortunately, he was resourceful and changed into the cheongsam to avoid punishment.

It was better to let the audience in the live room to see him than let the dog eat the meat.

Was he meat?

Bai Lixin frowned slightly.

He had just crossed the threshold when he saw Dijia beckoning him.

Ignoring the increasingly gloomy expression on the second concubine’s face, Bai Lixin walked straight up to Dijia’s side.

Dijia naturally patted the seat beside him and said, “Sit.”

This seat was facing the door and was the main seat.

Bai Lixin had just sat down when he heard a heavy exhale from the second concubine beside him.

‘Tsk, she seems angry.’

He also didn’t want to grab the main seat, he was acting based on the character setting, okay?

After Bai Lixin settled down, his eyes swept around the table.

Except for the Fifth concubine, Hu Meier, everyone else had arrived.

Brother Yun still had the same exaggerated face powder, and he had a peach blossom in his shoulder length hair.

Except Brother Yun, the remaining concubines were all women.

From the ninth concubine, the rest were obviously low-key and timid compared to the other three.

The second concubine, Feng Gu, pinched her handkerchief. “The Lord just left not long ago, but each and every one in this residence has started to become so unruly? Where is the fifth?”

She was talking about Hu Meier while indirectly scolding him, but Bai Lixin ignored her and sat quietly. His mind went back to the information he got from Xiao Xizi.

Those maids died clutching their necks; their faces were blue, and the charcoal was damp.

If this wasn’t a paranormal copy but a section copy, it would be concluded that they died of carbon monoxide poisoning due to incomplete combustion.

But since this was a supernatural copy, it was not easy to conclude the specific cause of death.

While he was thinking, a hand landed on his thigh.

Bai Lixin’s thoughts were abruptly cut off, and he turned his head to look at the man beside him in surprise, and he saw a smile under his eyes.

In front of everyone, the other party openly reached under the vivid blue tablecloth in such a grand manner.

It was simply crazy.

If a chopstick was accidentally dropped, that person would immediately notice their strange state.

An adopted son, and an uneducated little mother.

Just the thought was too stimulating.

Bai Lixin’s eyes flickered, and he hurriedly lowered his head and looked at Dijia from the corner of his eyes.

Because of the character setting, his body’s sensitivity had now reached its peak.

Fearing that the second concubine beside him would find his expression wrong, Bai Lixin held his temple with one hand, and the other slowly reached under the tablecloth, trying to stop the audacious madman.

The moment Bai Lixin’s fingers touched the back of Dijia’s hand, the other side suddenly reacted and firmly held Bai Lixin’s fingers.

Bai Lixin’s body stiffened, and his eyes immediately became misty.

The calloused hand grasped his hand, and the thumb sometimes rubbed back and forth against the back of his hand, and sometimes the index finger and thumb picked one of Bai Lixin’s and played with it.

Dijia’s face was expressionless and calm, but the corners of his eyes had always been fixed on the long-haired beauty beside him.

The soft and delicate fingers were casually squeezed at will. They were smoother than tofu and softer than cotton.

Fingers rubbed over fingers, the beauty’s eyes began to get wet, and the cheeks also began to uncontrollably flush scarlet.

The peach blossoms that bloomed in March were not even a tenth as charming as he was.

He had to say, this copy’s version of Bai Lixin was fragrant.

He really had to thank the system for accidentally giving him such a beneficial copy.

Bai Lixin secretly narrowed his eyes at Dijia and tried to pull his hand out.

The other party went against his expectations and pulled up the cloak and cheongsam covering the legs and slid his hand inside the slit.

Bai Lixin’s eyes trembled, and he used all his restraint to make his breathing less abrupt.

He glared at Dijia with gradually blurred eyes, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

Fuck, what are you doing? Let go of me!

What Dijia perceived: Wuu wuu wuu.

The man smiled, and a system prompt rang out in his mind: [Ding! Congratulations, Lord, for making the target cry x1. The current task progress is 2 out of 10. Please continue to work hard, Lord. Task completion reward: Restoration of the true body.]

[Friendly reminder: please abide by the character setting and do not OOC. The character setting of Lord Li’s adopted son is: Lecherous.]

He wanted to laugh.

What OOC?

Before Bai Lixin’s tears could fall in bunches, Dijia retracted his hand from Bai Lixin’s thigh and placed the cheongsam and cloak back in place.

He went back to holding Bai Lixin’s hand, hidden under the table.

A handkerchief was delivered to Bai Lixin, and the man’s low voice came to his ears, “Wipe your tears, Little mother. People can’t come back from the dead. I know it’s hard.”

Bai Lixin: “……”

You’re right, you can’t come back to life, even if I’m widowed.

You’re dead through and through, you dog!