My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 196 - 169 Love Letter (Two in One) _2
Chapter 196: Chapter 169: Love Letter (Two in One) _2
Chapter 196: Chapter 169: Love Letter (Two in One) _2
Because what she cared about was the intention behind it.
Qian’er… you must… stay behind… don’t run ahead of Miss…
The lady named Qing Jun sat slanted at the desk, her thoughts swirling and turning, full of tender sentiment.
A wooden hairpin held up her cloud-like hair, gathering thousands of strands of affection as she arranged her hair for her beloved, revealing the beautifully curved features of her oval face and the white neck like that of a swan, her eyes brimming with clarity and freshness.
At this moment, she was tilting her head, supporting her chin with a jade hand, gazing intently at the two love letters on the desk.
Lingfei quietly reached out, unable to resist opening that poem “Shang Ye.” She squinted briefly at it and then gently closed it, fearing that looking any further would resonate emotionally, causing it to lose its spiritual energy.
Shortly after.
That delicate hand reached out again, like a sly little fox stealing chickens, its fingertips slipping into the crease of the paper, cautiously flipping open a corner, thus revealing Zhao Rong’s neat characters again.
She bit her lip and watched for a while, then gently nodded and closed it again.
But not long after.
The delicate hand stealthily moved again…
Lingfei burst into laughter, seemingly amused by her own silly actions.
Her laugh blossomed like flowers, her beautiful eyes slightly squinted, picking up Zhao Rong’s love letter and pressing both hands against her chest.
The lady stared blankly ahead, at the empty boudoir, repetitively murmuring, “I wish to know you as you know me, I wish to know you as you know me… I too… wish to know you as you know me…”
But, unknowingly, she gradually fell silent, and the smile on her face had also faded away.
When she did not smile, her charming face was cool and aloof.
Lingfei bit her lower lip, her eyes fixed directly on another love letter on the desk.
Some long-sealed memories surged forth.
The first love letter, I came back, but you had left.
The second love letter, you wish to know me… is it true?
Or… are you just trying to trick me into coming back?
Her complexion gradually turned pale.
The letter on her chest, she pressed harder and harder.
It sank in.
Thereafter, just like this, the lady’s thoughts were like the clouds on the horizon outside the window, sometimes clear, sometimes dark.
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Zhao Rong did not know that his poem had elicited so many girlish thoughts in Qing Jun.
After attending class with Lingfei for the first time, he returned in a cheerful mood and even found Fan Yushu much more agreeable to the eye.
During the night, Zhao Rong tossed and turned, his mind filled with images of Qing Jun.
Her indifferent side profile as she attended the lecture at the Four Seasons Hall.
Her round eyes filled with anger when he relentlessly teased her.
Her hurried figure fleeing after class…
Eager for Teacher Yan’s lecture tomorrow morning, Zhao Rong could hardly wait.
In the deep, silent night, he found himself unable to sleep and quietly called out to Gui a few times, yet there was no response.
A while back, after he entered the Academy, Gui had told him it needed to sleep for some time, and recently, he had been calling out each day to see if it had awakened.
In the depths of the night with no one to talk to, Zhao Rong eventually fell asleep.
The next morning.
Zhao Rong ran to the Four Seasons Hall in high spirits.
He had been looking forward to it since the class began, but, as Teacher Yan dismissed everyone by the end of the lecture, Zhao Rong still had not seen that graceful figure in the classroom.
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Qing Jun had not come.
Zhao Rong frowned.
Earlier that morning, while joining Fan Yushu for a breath of fresh air at Nanci Mansion, he had inquired, and all the love letters had been picked up; logically, Qing Jun should have received the love poems he wrote.
Why didn’t she come then…
Should I wait a bit longer, see after the next class the day after tomorrow?
Zhao Rong shook his head, it was too difficult to wait, he needed to act immediately.
If she did not come, it meant the “courting” intensity wasn’t strong enough.
Having hurt Qing Jun deeply initially, he guessed she still harbored some trepidation and dared not approach him actively.
Zhao Rong’s brow furrowed slightly.
Though Qing Jun now appeared aloof and strong on the surface, not inferior to any man, she wasn’t like this as a child.
Although her mother died early, she still had his mother, Auntie Liu, to look after her, so she wasn’t deprived of a mother’s love.
However, growing up without her father by her side made her feel insecure and fostered a certain complex, longing for the protection of a responsible and substantial male figure.
That’s why, in her childhood, Qing Jun was so reliant on him; she not only saw him as her childhood playmate but also projected her fantasies of fatherly love and all her emotions towards men onto him.
As time went on, Zhao Rong gradually grew distant from her, and she spent years away on cultivation, thus becoming aloof and strong, but this was merely Qing Jun’s façade.
Deep inside, she was probably still the same as in her childhood, housing a charming yet fragile little girl…
Zhao Rong pursed his lips, feeling a pang of distress.
She was his wife.
If one love poem was not enough, then he would write another!
But he needed to change his approach…
No sooner said than done.
In the following days, Zhao Rong got up early every day to deliver a love letter to Nanci Mansion, listened attentively during lectures, reviewed his lessons in the evening at his lodging, and then diligently prepared the next day’s love letter, followed by cultivation and sleep.
Confident about the love letters he sent out, Zhao Rong believed no woman could withstand too many of them.
However…
Several days passed, and Lingfei still had not come to the Four Seasons Hall for classes, making things quite challenging.
Ahem, true to my name, Zhao Ziyu, my wife is indeed not an ordinary woman…
Thus, Zhao Rong adjusted his plan. Instead of just delivering letters in the morning, he also went in the afternoon and evening, launching a relentless “offensive” on his Sword Immortal Lady three times a day.
He refused to believe this wouldn’t subdue her…
So went the days.
On this clear morning.
