Chapter 227: Locked Up for a Lifetime

“Qinger, how is the pressure of this massage?”

“Mhm, a bit harder, Husband.”

“Alright, how’s this?”

“A bit too heavy now.”

“Then I’ll lighten the pressure a bit.”

In the courtyard, Lin Xun was kneeling on a washboard while Jiang Qingshang’s shapely, slender legs rested in his lap. Lin Xun was doing his utmost to massage his wife.

Kneading his wife’s fair little feet, Lin Xun was focused and serious.

Rubbing his wife’s soft and elastic legs, Lin Xun acted like an old Master with over ten years of experience in a massage parlor, terrified that his wife would be dissatisfied and give him a bad review.

As for how this happened, we have to go back to one stick of incense ago.

One stick of incense ago, just as Lin Xun thought he had escaped disaster and held victory in his hands, Yaya suddenly ran out and caught a third scent on him—specifically, the scent of Bai Luoxue.

After that, Lin Xun’s family status was made clear.

Kneeling on the washboard beneath him, holding his wife’s small feet, he found her pearl-like toes quite adorable.

In truth, Lin Xun didn’t blame Yaya at all.

That’s right, it was all his own fault. He had overlooked just how sensitive Yaya’s nose was!

He really didn’t blame Yaya one bit.

He could only blame his own bad luck for accidentally running into Yaya.

Moreover, Lin Xun blamed himself for giving Yaya too little homework.

He looked at Yaya inside the room.

As he rubbed his wife’s legs, Lin Xun felt his thoughts were entirely justified.

Indeed, children just need to study more.

At this moment, Yaya was in the room, twitching her little nose as she worked on math problems, completely unaware of what she had done wrong.

“I really want to go play…”

“Husband.” Qingshang’s gentle voice reached Lin Xun’s ears, but it made him shiver.

“Present!” Lin Xun continued to lightly pound his wife’s long legs.

To be fair, aside from the discomfort of kneeling on the washboard, Lin Xun felt he could play with Qinger’s long legs for a lifetime!

As for the legs of the Sword Pavilion’s Master, Lament, that was none of his business!

Qinger’s legs were number one in the world!

Seeing Lin Xun’s nervous appearance, Jiang Qingshang’s original anger inexplicably faded away.

Honestly, where else would you find a husband so afraid of his wife?

For a moment, Jiang Qingshang didn’t know whether to be angry or happy.

No! I must be angry!

Otherwise, what will I do if I get more and more sisters!

Jiang Qingshang straightened her fair instep and used her toes to gently hook her husband’s chin. “Last time, Husband went to Miss Bai’s courtyard to drink egg drop porridge. So, what did Husband go for this time?”

“That…” Lin Xun gently pressed his wife’s small foot down and pulled it back into his embrace. “If I said I only went to eat Winter Plum Cakes, would you believe me, Qinger?”

“Winter Plum Cakes?”

“Yeah.” Lin Xun made a move to stand up, but with one look from Qinger, he went right back to kneeling on the washboard and had to continue kneading her cute little feet.

“It was actually like this. When I passed by the Tofu Shop, I heard the clatter of pots and pans, and there was even black smoke coming from Miss Bai’s courtyard. I thought there was a fire and rushed over, only to find out that Miss Bai was trying to make a new kind of pastry.”

Lin Xun was talking nonsense with a straight face.

“In the end, I stayed for a bit and had a taste.”

“Is that so?” Hearing Lin Xun’s explanation, Jiang Qingshang’s eyes curved into crescents.

“Exactly so!” Although Lin Xun was panicking internally, he remained as steady as an old dog on the outside, his eyes even filled with incomparable sincerity. “If Qinger doesn’t believe me, you can go ask Miss Bai.”

As for what would happen if Qinger actually asked Bai Luoxue?

What else could happen? He’d be truly finished.

But he was innocent! He would shout it even if it killed him!

“Hmph, who said this concubine doesn’t believe you?”

Seeing Lin Xun’s righteous appearance, Jiang Qingshang pouted her small mouth and turned her head away.

“This concubine is not the type of woman who is jealous or likes to be envious. If Husband wants to take a concubine, just tell me, and Qinger will surely agree.”

“Take a concubine? Never.” Lin Xun noticed that when Qinger said this, she glanced at that stone, and he immediately knew how to answer.

Hearing Lin Xun’s instant reply, Jiang Qingshang’s anger truly vanished. Her soft little foot gave a light kick in Lin Xun’s arms. “You always speak so certainly, as if I’m some jealous hag. Others might think I’m the one preventing Husband from taking a concubine.”

“Who would dare say that?” Knowing Qinger’s anger had subsided, Lin Xun immediately rose from the washboard and pulled her into his arms. “My Qinger is the most understanding of all!”

“Hmph.” Jiang Qingshang leaned into her husband’s chest and gave a soft snort, though she was as docile as a lazy little kitten.

The two snuggled in the courtyard, Lin Xun holding his wife’s small hand while Jiang Qingshang rested her head on his shoulder.

In the distant horizon, the setting sun had already dipped low, casting a clear glow that painted the world, gilding everything in time with a faint layer of gold.

“Husband.”

“Mhm?”

“Does Husband really not want to take a concubine? Qinger might actually agree right now, you know.”

“I don’t! Let us not mention this matter again!”

“Really?” Jiang Qingshang leaned back slightly, her clear eyes blinking as she looked at Lin Xun.

“Really!” Lin Xun spoke with righteous conviction!

“Then that’s truly a pity.”

“A pity for what?”

“A pity that from now on, Husband is truly going to be locked up by Qinger.”

Jiang Qingshang’s eyes curved as she spoke.

“Locked up for a lifetime.”

“…”

Embracing his wife and looking at her smile, for some reason, Lin Xun felt like he had missed a very good opportunity—an opportunity to avoid being buried under a stone.

And after missing this chance, Lin Xun felt that next time, he would definitely be buried under a stone…

Meanwhile, in the courtyard of the Tofu Shop, the young girl was walking back and forth along a wall in her backyard, with the Little Calico Cat following closely at her heels.

For every step the girl took, the Little Calico Cat took a step. When the girl looked up, the Little Calico Cat also raised its head.

The setting sun spilled down, and under the gaze of the girl’s extremely enchanting cat-tailed peach blossom eyes, the courtyard wall seemed to blush.

The girl stood on her tiptoes, picked up a charcoal pencil, and raised her hand. Her sleeve slid down her arm, revealing skin as white as snow and frost.

After drawing a mark on the wall, the girl stepped back two paces.

“Is this okay?”

Looking at this section of the wall, the girl planned to open a door here tomorrow, all because of a small complaint he made today when he came to the Tofu Shop about having to use the front entrance.

“Meow~” The Little Calico Cat looked up at the girl.

The girl picked up the Little Calico Cat and turned to go back inside.

Inside the room, there was a lamp with an ice-snow shade. The girl sat at the table, picked up a carving knife, and began carving his likeness.