Volume 11: The Lingering Warmth of Melting Snow
Chapter 27: Zhu Xi’s Revenge
Lu Li had never thought that one day he would become the imperial son-in-law of Shenzhou, and the husband of that poison princess at that. When he and the Little Tiger were trapped in Mulan, watching Zhu Xi on TV, would he have ever thought that one day he would walk down this path?
Lu Li didn’t go to the company today. He rarely took the time to accompany Wen Hupo to buy some winter clothes. Hupo was in good spirits. She flitted between the clothes racks like a butterfly, picking up one exquisite silk garment after another, asking him, “How about this one?” “Is this color nice?” “Is it too bright…”
Lu Li hesitated for a long time, but finally told Hupo about the husband selection. Hupo tilted her head slightly and put down the clothes in her hand. “I knew it. The Outstanding Representative never goes to the temple without a cause. Why would you be so kind as to accompany me shopping today?” She was imitating the tone of Sister Lin from the TV show, and it was quite vivid.
A trace of embarrassment appeared on Lu Li’s face. There were too many women around him, and he really couldn’t be in two places at once. He felt a little guilty in his heart. These girls had entrusted their best years to him, yet he couldn’t repay them in kind. The most unfortunate thing for a man is that the time when he is most sentimental is also the age when he is most powerless. When a man can truly succeed and enjoy the land of tenderness, he is no longer as graceful and handsome as he was in his youth.
Seeing the look of guilt on Lu Li’s face, Wen Hupo smiled slightly, her hands behind her back, her golden hair shining. “I was just joking. Don’t make that face. It makes my heart ache to see it.” As she spoke, she gently hugged him.
The two of them found an empty bench and sat down. Hupo leaned on his shoulder, looking at the long winter sky. “Zhu Xi’s intentions, I can roughly guess one or two. She probably wants to use the identity of an imperial son-in-law as your protective color.”
But the identity of an imperial son-in-law was not a protective color at all; it would even become a target. Of course, neither Hupo nor Zhu Xi knew this. The only ones who did were Lu Li and An Baili.
“Maybe it would be better if you met with Zhu Xi tomorrow and communicated with her in person,” Wen Hupo sighed. “You see, getting involved with Zhu Xi really brings no good. Tomorrow, I’ll take Baili and Jianing to eat hot pot. I’ll tell them not to bother you, to give you and Zhu Xi some space.”
Hupo being so considerate, on the contrary, made Lu Li feel embarrassed. He always felt that Hupo was developing a strange kind of motherliness. It was hard to say where this feeling came from. It was as if from a certain day, Hupo had become more and more mature, more and more composed.
Lu Li grunted in agreement. Suddenly, his body trembled, and he made a move to get up. Hupo asked quickly, “What’s wrong?”
Lu Li looked in a certain direction, his mouth wide open. “I think I just saw Zhu Xi.”
Wen Hupo looked at him with confusion. “That’s impossible. A princess wouldn’t just be wandering around in a park.”
“…I probably saw wrong.” Lu Li rubbed his eyes. Maybe he hadn’t slept well last night. He had just seen Zhu Xi wearing a large yellow hat, surrounded by a group of dogs, and in a flash, she had disappeared from his sight. Zhu Xi wouldn’t wear a bright yellow hat; she didn’t like overly warm colors, nor did she seem like a person who liked small animals.
He would just assume he had seen wrong.
…
The next day.
Lu Li received a text message from Zhu Xi, asking to meet at a certain coffee shop. After Lu Li arrived at the coffee shop, Zhu Xi sent another text message, changing the address to a certain breakfast shop. Just like that, Zhu Xi changed the meeting place three times, more cautious than a drug dealer, and finally set the meeting place in a location that was beyond Lu Li’s expectations.
Lu Li looked at the red and green lights of the love hotel in front of him, his eyelids twitching nonstop.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t understand Zhu Xi’s intention in choosing this location. This kind of love hotel didn’t check IDs, and the guests were a mixed bag, making it one of the best addresses to avoid surveillance. Before he entered, he looked left and right for a while, making sure there were no acquaintances, and only then did he brace himself to get the room card and go up to room 7 on the second floor. He pushed open the door and saw a large round waterbed. Along the edge of the waterbed were pink, ambiguous neon lights. On the bedside table was an unopened dildo, and on the clothes rack hung various costumes: a sailor suit, a small suit, and a bunny girl outfit…
Did this count as getting a room with a princess?
Lu Li didn’t wait long before he saw a woman push open the door. From her figure, it was undoubtedly Zhu Xi. She was wearing a hat, sunglasses, a mask, and gloves, covering her whole body tightly. After entering, she first gave Lu Li a slight nod, then took out an instrument and fiddled with it for a while, dismantling all the hidden cameras in the room. Only then did she remove her disguise, revealing her cold and beautiful face.
Lu Li hesitated for a moment and asked, “How’s your leg…”
Zhu Xi was stunned for a moment, then revealed a smile that was either gratified or mocking—it wasn’t Lu Li’s fault. Lu Li really couldn’t tell the difference in Zhu Xi’s smiles; he always felt that Zhu Xi’s smiles were all fake. She didn’t answer Lu Li, but instead walked gracefully to him. Before Lu Li could say a second sentence, she kissed him, holding his tongue in her mouth as she pushed him down onto the bed.
Until Zhu Xi pulled down his pants, Lu Li was still a little dazed.
Zhu Xi panted, looking at him with a smile. “Don’t get the wrong idea. We’re just satisfying our own needs.” She took a rope from the bedside table and tied the still-dazed Lu Li to the bed. Lu Li struggled a few times and found that Zhu Xi had tied it really tight. Lu Li wanted to speak, but Zhu Xi took off her silk stocking and stuffed it into Lu Li’s mouth. “You’d better not talk. Otherwise, I’m afraid my good mood will be all gone.”
Amidst Lu Li’s muffled sounds, Zhu Xi licked her lips and sat on little Lu Li. “This time, let’s see how you resist…” Lu Li had a sudden realization. This woman was here to take revenge for what had happened before. She had actually been holding a grudge about this all along.
Zhu Xi’s combat power was on par with Yameng’s. Lu Li felt as if his very marrow was being sucked out. He disarmed wave after wave, and several times he felt his kidneys begin to go soft. He thought in a daze, women really do drain your essence.
Every time he thought he was about to be done for, Zhu Xi would clamp little Lu Li between her peaks, reawakening him, not forgetting to mock him: “I see this thing of yours isn’t so tough after all.”
The only fortunate thing was that Zhu Xi had him wear an umbrella this time. After a battle dripping with sweat, the room was filled with an ambiguous scent. On the bed, on the floor, were all little umbrellas filled with soy milk, green, red, and purple, like a riot of colors.
Lu Li’s body felt weak. He felt he had used up a month’s worth of stock; what was flowing out now was probably not semen but blood. Fortunately, Zhu Xi was also out of strength. Her naked, delicate body was tinged with pink, and the sweat made her short hair stick to her temples, making her look a little less fierce and a little more alluring.
She sat on Lu Li’s waist like a victor. “You with the surname Lu, do you submit this time?” She didn’t forget to press down with her beautiful buttocks, making little Lu Li roll between the valley.
Lu Li still had the wet silk stocking in his mouth and nodded with a whimper. This woman holds a grudge too much!
