Chapter 162 - What To Do if You’re the Villain and the Heroine Likes You

"Nanzhu, um, could you, cough, call me again?" "Yu... Yunxiao, Cousin." "Cough, this time, can you just say 'Cousin'?" "Cousin?" "Yes, yes! Wonderful! One more time!" Meng Qingrou looked at He Yunxiao with a face full of happiness, questioning, "He Yunxiao, are you... doing this on purpose?" Upon hearing Nanzhu's question, He Yunxiao immediately put away his smile, straightened up, and said seriously, "I would never deceive Nanzhu. 'Zhang Lingrou' is really my cousin..." Meng Qingrou interrupted, "I didn't mean that..." He Yunxiao became serious again, "When I visit relatives, siblings address each other this way..." Meng Qingrou became increasingly puzzled and said, "What Nanzhu wants to ask is, are you coughing on purpose? You look perfectly fine, not like you're sick." He Yunxiao was speechless for a moment. After all the fuss, Nanzhu's wife chooses to ask me about the most irrelevant thing. It's as if: Sun Wukong says he can kill without blinking, and Tang Seng asks if his eyes get dry. He Yunxiao always pays attention to maintaining his honesty in front of Nanzhu's wife. He chose to tell the truth, "I did cough on purpose, to cover up my embarrassment." Meng Qingrou tilted her head slightly and asked again with confusion, "Embarrassment?" He Yunxiao coughed involuntarily and said, "What is embarrassment? For example, when a young girl thinks her brother is asleep and then starts showing her curious and mischievous nature, wanting to peek at everything and see everything." Hearing what He Yunxiao said, Meng Qingrou froze. At that moment, she deeply realized what "embarrassment" means. However, Meng Qingrou's way of easing the embarrassment is not pretending to cough, but subconsciously sitting up straight and crossing her slender legs, behaving like a well-behaved baby. Her hands fidgeted anxiously as she lowered her head, then raised it again, asking tentatively, "So, who is the young girl discovered by her brother?" He Yunxiao looked at Nanzhu's wife, who seemed on high alert, and decided not to tease her anymore. He explained, "I was just talking nonsense. The story was purely fictional. The girl didn't do anything, and her brother didn't see anything." Upon hearing He Yunxiao's explanation, Meng Qingrou finally relaxed. It's good that he didn't notice her embarrassing behavior. --- He Yunxiao's appointed coachman, Ma Dekuai, has been feeling rather unhappy lately. His joy lies in driving carriages, and only when he's carrying this young master can he fully demonstrate his skills and enjoy the ride. However, recently, the young master has been bringing along some ladies. Some are from academies, some from the palace. This has been quite distressing for Ma Dekuai. The days of freely wielding the whip are gone. Ma Dekuai doesn't understand it. Women are just women to him. He has one, what's so special about it? Doesn't the young master get tired of it? Ma Dekuai admitted that he used to really like it, but later he found out it was just so-so. The older he gets, the more he likes working overtime and driving carriages. Especially when "working the night shift" with the young master, he can lie on the carriage all night, which is more enjoyable than going home! Setting aside complaints, Ma Dekuai's driving skills have not diminished due to the slower pace. Under his control, the carriage in the Marquis's residence arrived at its destination steadily. The He family's villa. --- The carriage came to a steady stop, so steady that Meng Qingrou inside the carriage didn't even notice the shaking. He Yunxiao lifted the curtain of the carriage, took out a wooden ladder, and placed it under the carriage. Then he called out to Meng Qingrou, "Jie, we've arrived." Meng Qingrou was still not used to He Yunxiao's new way of addressing her and responded after a moment, "Oh, okay." Getting off the carriage, Meng Qingrou found that it was a rather secluded place. Deep tree shadows surrounded the area, with occasional bird songs and distant dog barks. In front of them was a small courtyard, closed off by an old wooden door. The red couplets that were once pasted on the door were now tattered and aged due to the passage of time. He Yunxiao took out the key, unlocked the copper lock, and pushed open the wooden door. With a creaking noise, the words transmitted to Meng Qingrou's ears. "My father lived here before he became famous. After he was promoted to General, we moved to the Marquis's residence and no longer lived here. This place also marks the beginning of the rise of the He family. Come in." Meng Qingrou followed He Yunxiao into the courtyard. She didn't dislike the feeling of the courtyard because the sense of neglect felt familiar, just like the Linxuan Palace. It seemed the courtyard had been recently cleaned. He Yunxiao led Meng Qingrou to the front of a room and said, "Nanzhu, we are going to the street later. You can't wear this palace maid outfit, it's too eye-catching, obviously worn by someone from the palace. I have prepared some regular clothes for you in this room; ordinary women's clothes. Change into them, and then we'll go for a walk." Meng Qingrou hesitated and agreed, then hesitantly walked into the room, closing the door with hesitation. Watching Nanzhu's wife's actions, He Yunxiao had a puzzled expression. Why does it seem like I'm persecuting her? I prepared proper clothes! It completely covers her little arms and legs. Definitely not Lolita's sailor suit, high heels, stockings, short skirt, and twin tails... He knew that girls took time to change clothes. He was prepared to wait for Nanzhu for half an hour, but even half an hour was more than enough to change clothes, right? He found a clean spot in the courtyard. He Yunxiao sat down cross-legged. Ready, set, go! Oh no, I mean, ready to practice! Using internal energy, exercising control, then discarding the internal energy he developed to prevent it from tainting his pure internal energy. He repeated this useless exercise over and over to enhance his control. After half an hour of practice, he estimated that Nanzhu should be done. She wasn't. He practiced for another half hour. Nanzhu still hadn't come out. He practiced for a while longer, but found it was impossible to continue. Nanzhu's wife taking so long to change clothes, an hour, half a morning? Can it be? He approached the door where Meng Qingrou had gone in. He knocked softly and asked, "Nanzhu?" "Yes." "Have you finished changing your clothes?" "No, not yet." "I'll wait a little longer for you." "Just a moment." "What's wrong? Don't you like the clothes I prepared?" "It's not that... um, come inside for a moment." Nanzhu's wife wants me to go in? He Yunxiao didn't think much about it, considering that Nanzhu's wife wouldn't harm him. So he opened the door, and then... then dashed into the room at lightning speed and closed the door! He Yunxiao simply couldn't believe the scene in front of him. Nanzhu's wife stood in the midst of scattered clothes, like a delicate flower surrounded by petals. She wore a half-transparent white silk top, revealing her fair skin and beautiful collarbone through the opening of the top. He could even see the color and pattern of her undergarment through the top. A shallow pink color, with a lively little goldfish pattern. Meng Qingrou stood among the pile of clothes, her body folding in on itself. Seeing He Yunxiao's fascinated gaze, she felt his burning eyes all over her, making her whole body heat up. Her fair skin blushed and she retorted angrily, "No staring!" He Yunxiao took one last look and quickly closed his eyes. "No more looking, no more looking." "Do not open your eyes!" "I definitely won't!" "You, you just stand like that and help me dress." He Yunxiao: ? Tl: Soothsayer.io