Chapter 15: Confidential

Are We Fiancée-Wife Relations Now?

Xing Yue wasn’t a hard-hearted person. Bu Yao repeatedly showing weakness, looking pitiful in front of her, gave her an inexplicable sense of guilt.

A slick, delicate snake tongue slipped through the button gaps of her shirt, fawningly licking her skin. Their tongues were the organ with the most nerve endings in their entire bodies, possessing a self-cleaning function. Generally, they would lick wounds before applying medicine. Bu Yao’s action seemed like comforting a wounded little beast.

And as it happened, Xing Yue was quite receptive to this. She cupped that face, her fingertips faintly brushing through Bu Yao’s hair. “Liking someone requires expressing it through actions, so they can know you truly like her.”

Bu Yao, at this moment exactly like a little puppy, was able to discern from the tone that Xing Yue’s attitude towards her had softened somewhat.

She nodded in agreement.

Xing Yue brought her to the recording studio, found a pen and a small notebook on the workstation. “Note down the requests I make. If you accomplish them, I’ll reconsider remarrying you.”

Plenty of people wanted to marry Eldest Miss Bu. Although Xing Yue didn’t know why Bu Yao was seeking her out, since Bu Yao had expressed a desire to remarry, she couldn’t just let the matter slide vaguely.

This could be considered her reply after seriously contemplating the issue.

“First, you need to learn how to wash clothes,” Xing Yue tapped the notebook with her index finger, signaling the Little Fire Snake to take notes. “Although the house won’t lack a washing machine, underwear and some special clothes need to be hand-washed, like stockings, silk nightgowns, etc.”

In a blank space, Bu Yao wrote the number one, added a dot, and questioned in confusion: “We have servants, why wash ourselves?”

Good, a very good question.

Xing Yue’s lips twitched. “The Eldest Miss’s question is very profound. I also want to know, ten years ago, why did you absolutely insist I wash your underwear?”

The Bu household had servants everywhere, inside and out. Bu Yao insisted on ordering her to do it. Was marrying Bu Yao just a role as a servant?

Xing Yue didn’t believe her request was unreasonable. She was simply listing things Bu Yao had made her do back then, now asking Bu Yao to do the same for her.

It was so long ago, the conversation that day, the scene—she could no longer remember clearly. She only remembered returning from an event, dead tired, and Bu Yao still insisting she wash the newly bought underwear. Not even one day late; it had to be washed immediately, and worn as soon as it was dry.

“I…” Suddenly discussing this topic, Bu Yao’s face grew a little hot. She mumbled quietly, “I’m too embarrassed to say.”

Xing Yue pointed at Bu Yao, then at herself, shocked: “It’s just the two of us, and you’re still too embarrassed to say?”

She pulled Bu Yao over, hugging her into her arms, bending down slightly. She brought her ear close to that delicate, embarrassed face, staying level with Bu Yao’s lips, touching cheek to cheek. “Whisper it. I’ll listen and keep it confidential.”

She really, really wanted to know the reason Bu Yao had forced her to wash that underwear that night. With so many servants around, and endless clothes that could never all be worn, why absolutely had to be that one?

Ten years ago, Bu Yao couldn’t communicate properly with her. Now that they could talk properly, she should tell her the truth. Don’t let her lie awake late at night constantly pondering this question! Who could understand this kind of torment!

Perhaps the hug gave Bu Yao a sense of security, slightly easing her shame. In a volume only the two of them could hear, she opened her mouth, whispering: “That underwear… I bought myself. The size was a bit bigger than what I wore before. If I gave it to someone else to wash, wouldn’t they know I was still developing even as an adult…”

After a Snake matured, their physiological characteristics wouldn’t develop further. There was another situation: nursing could cause secondary development.

Bu Yao’s body had always been a bit different, like her inability to control her tail, and her chest still growing at eighteen. At that age, she was greatly ashamed, not even daring to tell her mother. So, she could only ask Xing Yue to help wash the new underwear.

Her intimate clothing had always been arranged for by dedicated staff. That was the first time she had bought her own underwear, secretly, furtively, afraid of being found out.

Xing Yue: “…”

It seemed to actually make sense. But at the time, her heart was full of anger, so she hadn’t noticed this detail: “Why did it have to be that night? I said I’d wash it the next day; wouldn’t that do?”

She still had to condemn Bu Yao’s overbearing behavior.

Bu Yao bit her lower lip, her face steaming with heat. “Wear it sooner, the sooner washed. I’d held back for so long. The old ones were too tight; it hurt to even talk.”

Xing Yue’s gaze roamed over Bu Yao’s figure, her throat dry. “What about now? Still developing? Please don’t, it’s already hot enough.”

The words barely left her mouth before Xing Yue jolted, wishing she could splash herself with cold water to clear her head. She shook her head and pushed Bu Yao away, resolutely saying: “Hurry up, note down ‘learn to wash clothes.’ From now on, when I’m on my period, you wash for me.”

She paused, then added: “When it’s inconvenient for you, I’ll help you wash too.”

Her essence wasn’t to enslave the Eldest Miss. She was thinking of mutual treatment. She was thirty-five, no energy to go through such turmoil again. If divorce happened another time, it would be a fatal blow to her.

The “from now on” Xing Yue spoke of was planning for future days together. Thinking this way, Bu Yao wrote those words down clearly in the notebook.

“Second point, you need to get a driver’s license and occasionally pick me up and drop me off from work.”

“Third point, learn to wash your own hair, and also wash mine.”

“Mm, learn to cook. I like Sweet and Sour Pork, Fish-Fragrant Shredded Pork, note it down carefully… Steamed Spare Ribs, Shrimp Wonton Noodles. You can protest if you object, but don’t poison it.”

“Learn to put on shoes.”

For every point Xing Yue made, Bu Yao wrote it down, not missing a single thing.

Suddenly becoming so obedient, watching this, Xing Yue felt a tingling numbness in her chest. Although she didn’t know how the process would turn out, at least the learning attitude was decent.

Bu Yao put away the little notebook and followed Xing Yue out the door, asking: “Are we fiancée-wife relations now?”

Xing Yue turned back, leaning close to Bu Yao’s ear to blow a breath. “Ambiguous relations.”

The hair by her ear was lifted by the breath, then fell back into place. The entire outer ear flushed red instantly, itchy and hot.

Bu Yao touched her own ear, her heart thrown into utter chaos by Xing Yue’s casual gesture.

“You have to stay single, can’t be with anyone else,” she demanded. Then suddenly remembering Xing Yue didn’t like being ordered around, she stopped abruptly and rephrased it as a request: “Then, could you… only be ambiguous… with me?”

Those two words were like flames, burning her mouth. Her voice grew softer and softer.

Xing Yue feigned surprise: “Wow, the Eldest Miss speaks so lewdly.”

Instantly, all the blood in Bu Yao’s body rushed to her face. She hurriedly defended: “Where is it?!”

It was clearly Xing Yue who had lured her into saying it. How was she speaking lewdly!

The beauty was angry, her gaze full of coy reproach. Sometimes, the Eldest Miss wasn’t actually that detestable. Xing Yue felt a little urge to kiss Bu Yao, but being outside, she refrained from doing anything inappropriate.

She stroked that head of red long hair, which they’d left in too much of a hurry to properly comb.

A car stopped in front of them. Xing Yue’s hand paused mid-action. Subconsciously, she looked at the person in the car. That elegant, noble face instantly cast a shadow over what had been a pretty good mood.

Bu Yao looked at the woman in the car and obediently called out: “Mama.”