Chapter 172

Chapter 172 Heart's SecretsQin Xian'er had already wholeheartedly given herself to him, with no defenses up. Even though she was an excellent martial artist, her unguarded state allowed him to catch her off guard.

The waves of masculine scent that wafted from his body left Xian'er feeble and breathless, her delicate body trembling slightly. Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears, and her soft, supple lips were claimed without resistance.

Her lips were as sweet and tender as freshly peeled lychees, exuding a faint fragrance of Longjing tea, irresistibly sweet. As it was her first encounter of this kind, she was unbearably shy, not daring to meet his gaze, merely nestled timidly in his arms, allowing him to explore her soft lips.

Seeing Xian'er's charming compliance, Lin Wanrong was overjoyed. The robe she had recently changed into was loose, inadvertently making things easier for him. He was itching with anticipation; his hand slipped under her robe, gently caressing the enigmatic smoothness of her skin.

At his touch, Xian'er's body trembled lightly, her face flushed as if on fire, her ears burning. She dared not lift her head and had no choice but to let him have his way.

Lin Wanrong moved his hands slowly, exploring from her shoulder down her back to her waist. Xian'er's skin, as smooth as water, was irresistible to him.

"Ah—" A soft moan escaped from Qin Xian'er as Lin Wanrong's burning hands slowly moved to her chest, gently caressing her. Though she was the belle of Miaoyu Pavilion, she maintained her purity. If she hadn't fallen deeply for him, she would never have allowed him such liberty.

The sight of her reaction spurred on Lin Wanrong's lust. Xian'er's skin was unrivaled, her breasts full and firm. The touch was as smooth as milk, the two rosy spots on her chest were extraordinarily tender and enticing.

Swallowing hard, Lin Wanrong thought remorselessly, ‘Even if I were offered kingdoms, I wouldn't exchange them for a treasure like Xian'er.’

"Young Master, no—" Qin Xian'er breathed, her voice frail. Even she found her reaction strange. Was that really her voice? How embarrassing.

In Lin Wanrong's understanding, when a woman said no, she meant yes. He chuckled, pressing his thumbs against the pink buds on her chest. Qin Xian'er whimpered, her voice a mixture of pain and complaint but filled with infinite desire. Her longing surged like a tidal wave.

"Young Master—" Qin Xian'er's lips parted slightly, her breath as hot as fire, her cheeks flushed, her eyes moist, as if about to weep. Panting, she said, "Young Master, please listen to Xian'er."

At this point, what else was there to say? If there was something to discuss, they could talk tomorrow morning. Ignoring her, Lin Wanrong was about to proceed when he felt her body shake violently. Looking up in surprise, he saw Qin Xian'er's face pale, staring blankly at him. Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled over in the next instant.

‘Damn, what happened? Who dared to hurt Xian'er?’ Lin Wanrong hastily withdrew his hands, pulled her into his embrace, and said, "Xian'er, my precious sweetheart, don't look so upset. Who bullied you? I'll make them pay."

Upon hearing his words, Qin Xian'er cried even more pitifully, her voice choking, "Does Xian'er seem like such a loose woman in your eyes?"

'Good heavens, you're not a loose woman, but I'm sure I am an indiscriminate man.' Seeing Xian'er crying incessantly, Lin Wanrong hastily comforted her, "Xian'er, don't cry. In my eyes, you are the most innocent and beautiful woman in this world." Having said this, he secretly added two words in his mind: one of. 'Mercy of Buddha', he thought, trying to appease her. 'Qingxuan, Qiaoqiao, Second Miss, and all the other wives who I have yet to meet, please don't blame me.'

Wiping her tears, Xian'er replied, "Xian'er has you in her heart, thinking of you, loving you, and letting you be frivolous with my body. But this matter of casual intercourse is not what Xian'er wishes for. Please listen to my words." The implication was, she was willing for him to be flirtatious, but he could not break the last line of defense, else it would be considered an inappropriate act.

Lin Wanrong was sweating profusely. He held certain reservations towards premarital intimacy - against others, not himself. But did he truly need to marry Xian'er before they could become intimate? He hadn't found Qingxuan yet. Besides, if he were to marry, it would be like serving one dish for everyone. How could he choose only one? This Xian'er appeared gentle and submissive, but in fact, she was very assertive, principled, and had a strong personality. She was hard to coax, impossible to deceive, and truly a headache.

Seeing his troubled expression, Qin Xian'er shyly asked, "Do you remember what Xian'er told you when we last parted in Jinling?"

Upon pondering, Lin Wanrong remembered her saying something about killing Qingxuan. At first, he thought it was an offhand remark, but considering her intent to kill Eldest Miss today and her previous threats towards the other ladies, her words didn't seem to be a joke.

Cold sweat covered Lin Wanrong as he realized his error. Overcome with desire, he had overlooked a serious issue. This Qin Xian'er was a ticking time bomb, set to explode at any moment. However, her figure was truly attractive, and he couldn't help but admire it. His cold sweat and drool mixed as they trickled down his face.

"Xian'er said, once I've killed that Xiao Qingxuan, I would devote everything to you." Qin Xian'er sighed deeply. "However, seeing you today brought me such joy, I almost lost control. It's not entirely your fault."

'Well, there is some element of your seduction involved,' Lin Wanrong shamelessly defended himself in his mind.

"Truth be told, if you truly desired me just now, Xian'er wouldn't have held a grudge. I would have been overjoyed." Qin Xian'er suddenly said shyly.

"Overjoyed?" Lin Wanrong was puzzled. "You were crying so profusely earlier. How could I see any joy? What was supposed to be a mutual act of love nearly turned into something coercive. I couldn't feel any joy."

Seeing his dejected look, she knew he didn't believe her. Her feelings for Lin Wanrong were genuine, and seeing him in such a state made her heart ache. She unexpectedly took the initiative to hold his hand and said, "Don't disbelieve, Young Master. Once Xian'er has told you her feelings, you will understand."

Lin Wanrong suddenly laughed, saying, "Actually, Xian'er, I was just testing your limits earlier. You know I'm a decent man. How could I do such a morally reprehensible thing?"

Qin Xian'er almost spat out blood, feeling both shy and angry. ‘You rascal, you do wrong and yet speak so righteously. If that's your version of morality, then my White Lotus Sect must be the saviour of the masses,’ she thought to herself. She shot Lin Wanrong a reproachful look and murmured, "You've taken advantage of me completely, you're absolutely awful."

Seeing her stop crying, Lin Wanrong prayed for Buddha's protection, glad she had finally stopped. He successfully shifted the topic again. "Xian'er, what did you want to tell me earlier?" Lin Wanrong asked.

"Young Master, I said earlier that I want to kill Xiao Qingxuan--"

"Stop, stop, not that one--" Lin Wanrong hastily interrupted her, saying with frustration, "Xian'er, let's not talk about murder anymore."

Qin Xian'er bit her lip, her eyes filling with unshed tears. "I understand, you don't value me. I'm the demoness of the White Lotus Sect, a ruthless killer. How can I compare with Xiao Qingxuan, such a noble and pure lady?"

Lin Wanrong felt helpless at her words. "Xian'er, where is this coming from? I may not have many virtues, but my love for all is something I take pride in. I feel the same way about you and Qingxuan."

Qin Xian'er said, "Young Master, although I am a demoness, I have clear likes and dislikes. I hate Xiao Qingxuan, and I openly want to kill her. I love you, and I'm willing to give my life for you, wishing to grow old together with you. Where have I gone wrong in doing so?"

Lin Wanrong was at a loss. Qin Xian'er was gentle, but she also had a stubborn temper and would easily resort to killing. Yet she was also clear about love and hatred. He didn't know how to describe her.

"Can't you get along well with Qingxuan? You two are both skilled in martial arts. You should have a lot in common and could certainly be good sisters," Lin Wanrong suggested.

Being a man with multiple wives was not easy. Besides being a good husband, he also had to play the role of a political officer, doing timely ideological work for his wives, otherwise, there would be chaos.

"Why should I be sisters with her?" Qin Xian'er snorted. "I'm more likely to kill her."

Lin Wanrong didn't know what to say. Seeing his helpless look, Qin Xian'er sighed softly and said, "As I said before, if you had wanted me just now, I would have been more than happy. Whether you believe it or not, every word I said was true."

Lin Wanrong was puzzled by her words, but as he listened to Qin Xian'er continue, he began to understand. "Xian'er once told you that she only has a mother, not a father. Do you remember, Young Master?" S~ᴇaʀᴄh the N0vᴇlFire(.)nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

Lin Wanrong remembered well. Seeing Qin Xian'er's sad look, he knew there must be a story there. He quickly interrupted her, saying, "Xian'er, don't say anymore. I believe you."

Qin Xian'er became visibly agitated, a tear falling down her cheek. Gratefully, she glanced at him and said, "Young Master, you are so kind to me." Sometimes, Qin Xian'er was astute and hard to coax, but Lin Wanrong's casual remark moved her to tears. It indeed held true, as the old saying goes, that a woman's heart was as unpredictable as a needle at the bottom of the sea.

"Given your kindness towards me, Young Master, it would be wrong for me to keep secrets from you," Qin Xian'er said, her face firm with resolve. "You already know my (maternal) grandfather's identity. After resigning from his official position, he chose to live a simple life in Longhong Village, content despite its hardships. My mother, from an early age, was recognized near and far as a gifted lady. Unfortunately, she had a tragic fate and was given in marriage to a man in the capital who was no better than a brute. This man had many wives who constantly conspired and competed against each other. My mother, indifferent by nature and unwilling to engage in such conflicts, frequently fell victim to their schemes. The man treated her with complete disregard. Thankfully, her life gained some solace when she gave birth to me. The brute, having few children, showed me great affection. I initially thought him to be the best father in the world. But when I was eight, my mother and I happened to be in the garden when the man's enemy came seeking revenge. To protect himself, he... he..."

Qin Xian'er shuddered violently, choking on her words. Sensing the impending tragedy in her story, Lin Wanrong hurriedly patted her shoulder and said, "Xian'er, darling, don't be scared, we don't have to continue."

"He used my mother as a human shield, letting her take a fatal blow meant for him. I... I lost my mother forever... Oh, my poor mother..." Qin Xian'er fell into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably, her grief so intense it seemed to rob her of breath.

The news was indeed shocking. A couple, who should have been inseparable, resulting in such a brutal act for the sake of self-preservation. Xian'er's father was truly the most heartless man in the world.

‘The poor girl!’ Lin Wanrong gently patted her shoulder and sighed. He was beginning to understand Xian'er's feelings. To think she had suffered so much! Imagine an eight-year-old girl not only seeing her mother endure countless cruelties but also witnessing her own father using her mother as a shield to save himself. The blow was indeed merciless.

"Xian'er, it's all in the past now, don't be afraid. I promise to take good care of you," Lin Wanrong said softly.

"Young Master..." Overcome with emotion, Qin Xian'er clung to him, sobbing in his arms, as if seeking a reliable pillar of support.

Lin Wanrong held her tight in his arms. Considering what she had gone through, her previous actions became understandable.

After what felt like an eternity, Xian'er's emotions finally began to stabilize. A flush appeared on her face. She glanced at Lin Wanrong, a mix of happiness and shyness flashing across her face, before she quickly buried her head back into his chest.

"Xian'er, how did you end up with the White Lotus Sect?" Lin Wanrong asked softly.

Qin Xian'er hummed in affirmation, saying, "By chance, my master was in the capital on business that year. Seeing my pitiful state, she took me in as her disciple and brought me back to the sect. From then on, I became the little demoness of the White Lotus Sect. Young Master, do you detest demonesses?"

Lin Wanrong chuckled, "I don't know about other demonesses, but I quite adore this little demoness, Xian'er."

A glimmer of joy flickered in Qin Xian'er's heart as she sighed, "I never wanted to be a demoness. But my master, who raised me from a young age, has been overwhelmingly kind to me. Whatever she asks me to do, I must accomplish it, even at the cost of my life."

"I understand that," said Lin Wanrong, "You should follow your own path. Do you remember what I once told you? If it's for your loved ones, what does it matter if the world stands against you?"

"Young Master, I've held on to every word you've said," Qin Xian'er murmured, resting her head on his chest. Her small chest was pink, her face still wet from her tears, yet her shyness was overwhelmingly endearing, causing Lin Wanrong to feel an itch in his heart. He cursed inwardly, contemplating the harshness of fate. Xian'er was so well-behaved and had suffered so much. It made him feel reluctant to push her too far.

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