The northern and southern cities were not far apart, separated only by the Ten Thousand Layer Mountain and the Moonlit River.
Though geographically close, their atmospheres were vastly different.
The southern city was renowned as an economic hub.
While the northern city was famous as a cultural capital.
The wealthy families in the northern city were far less ostentatious and flashy compared to those in the southern city.
The southern city had two prominent aristocratic families: the Li and Fu families.
The northern city also had the Lu and Huo families.
But both families maintained low profiles, rarely gave interviews, and held auctions discreetly – completely different in style from the flamboyant Li and Fu families.
It was well known that the Lu family had eight sons and one daughter, with only the eldest son, second son, and youngest daughter being biological children.
The rest were adopted sons, all picked up by the ninth young miss of the Lu family, Lu Chiwan.
It was said that this ninth young lady’s greatest hobby was collecting brothers to bring home…
A few days ago, Lu Chiwan, who had been studying abroad, secretly returned to the country to celebrate her sixth brother’s birthday but met with misfortune.
The news the Lu family received was that the car Lu Chiwan was riding in had plunged into the Moonlit River.
The Moonlit River stretched for thousands of kilometers, spanned multiple regions, and had turbulent currents.
Once a car fell in, not even a shadow could be seen.
Although the Lu family mobilized extensive connections to investigate and search simultaneously,
The results they obtained all indicated that Lu Chiwan had drowned in the river. Neither the car nor the person could be recovered, leaving little hope…
The Lu family had only this one daughter, a princess doted on since childhood, unwilling to let her suffer the slightest grievance.
Her eight brothers also spoiled her outrageously – if their younger sister wanted the stars and moon from the sky, they would find a way to retrieve them for her.
If their younger sister wanted a dog to crow like a rooster, the dog would have to crow like a rooster.
With Lu Chiwan’s accident, the Lu family seemed to collapse overnight, never imagining that their little princess had been picked up by Li Yanxing to become his wife.
Li Yanxing would never have imagined that he would eventually face the iron fists of eight brothers-in-law…
The door was finally reinstalled, and the craftsman quickly left with his tools.
A maid named A Yuan from the Old Madam’s side came to attend to them.
After A Yuan finished cleaning the floor and was about to leave,
Li Yanxing frowned at the torn-off wedding character he had thrown on the floor, his temper particularly foul. “Can’t you see the character fell off?”
It took A Yuan a moment to process this before she bent down to pick up the large red wedding character and properly pasted it back on.
“Young Master, it’s done.”
A Yuan was too frightened to lift her head, replying tremblingly.
This young master was truly terrifying.
They all secretly called him the Little King of Hell behind his back. Seeing the young master felt like stepping into hell with both feet.
Bang!
Ignoring her, Li Yanxing slammed the bedroom door shut.
But as he entered, he glanced at the bright red wedding character and still gave a dissatisfied evaluation, “So ugly!”
A Yuan had nothing to say, thinking to herself: If it’s so ugly, why did you make me paste it back?
Inside the bedroom, Lu Chiwan quickly put away the small notebook in her hands when she saw Li Yanxing enter, even deliberately locking it in a drawer.
Li Yanxing sneered, “You’re locking it right in front of me?”
“Still locked. You can’t pry it open to take it out for me.”
Lu Chiwan put away the key, completely unapologetic.
“We’re only staying one night. What’s the point of locking it here?”
“Oh, right.”
“Then I’ll remember to take it with me when I leave tomorrow.”
Lu Chiwan walked to the wardrobe to pick out pajamas.
She hadn’t brought anything when she came, only a small bag containing powder and lipstick.
The pajamas had been prepared for her by the Old Madam.
Not only were there hers, but also Li Yanxing’s.
For just one night’s stay, seven or eight sets had been prepared.
Lu Chiwan carried them all over to Li Yanxing in one go. “Husband, which set do you like me to wear?”
Li Yanxing glanced down. “…”
“?”
He could hardly believe his eyes.
Seven or eight sets of pajamas, none with much fabric, each more outrageous than the last.
He reached out and picked through them, falling even deeper into silence.
Some couldn’t even be called clothes—just a few strings.
“Where did these pajamas come from?”
“Grandma… gave them to me.”
Lu Chiwan hadn’t looked carefully before, only now realizing these were far from ordinary pajamas. How could anyone wear these at night?
“I-I’ll pick one myself.”
She rummaged through the pajamas and barely managed to find a set that could be worn, though it was still extremely short.
“Husband, next time, please bring my own clothes.”
Lu Chiwan held the clothes nervously, her fair and delicate face quietly flushing with a hint of red, playful yet adorable.
“Mm.”
Even without her saying it, Li Yanxing was determined not to allow anyone to prepare this kind of… string-like pajamas for her again.
What nonsense!
“Husband, I’ve picked out pajamas for you.”
“Let’s go take a bath.”
Lu Chiwan brought over a set of Li Yanxing’s pajamas.
Young Master Li’s clothes were proper and unremarkable, but Lu Chiwan still chose very seriously.
Clutching two sets of pajamas and a towel in her arms, she dragged Li Yanxing toward the bathroom.
“Wh-what?”
Before Li Yanxing could recover from his shock, the girl had already pushed him to the bathroom door.
She seemed quite strong at times like this.
“N-no, you go first.”
“Why?”
“We’re husband and wife, newlyweds, it was love at first sight of beauty—no, I mean love at first sight. Why can’t we?”
“…”
It sounded quite reasonable.
“Or…”
The girl looked at him pitifully. “You don’t love me. You lied to me.”
“I didn’t.”
Li Yanxing rubbed his throbbing temples. “I have a video conference to attend. You go first.”
He fled, fled.
Young Master Li made a hasty escape.
He heard the girl throw his pajamas fiercely onto the floor, then stomp on them twice in frustration, muttering aggrievedly, “He doesn’t love me anymore. He ran away on purpose. I don’t love him either!”
Li Yanxing escaped the bedroom and closed the door, irritably reaching for the cigarettes in his pocket.
Only to find his cigarettes missing.
A moment later, he pushed the bedroom door open and went back in, hearing the sound of running water from the bathroom.
Lu Chiwan was showering and didn’t hear him open the door.
Li Yanxing saw the cigarettes lying on the table.
When did this girl take them?
He picked up the cigarettes and prepared to leave, but the sound of the shower seemed to cast a spell on him, tempting him.
Li Yanxing couldn’t resist turning to look, but could only see a blurry shadow—nothing more.
Suddenly, an image flashed in his mind: the girl, clueless and inexperienced, pressing down on him to kiss him.
His mood grew even more agitated.
After a moment of silence, he grabbed the cigarettes and turned to leave, afraid that staying longer would lead to uncontrollable consequences.
He had no interest in the woman of his enemy.
And yet…
“A Yan, could you get me another set of clothes? Mine fell on the floor.”
Li Yanxing: “?”
He tightened his grip on the cigarettes, pretending not to hear, and had already reached the door.
“A Yan, please get them for me.”
The bathroom door opened.
Lu Chiwan held a towel in her hands, covering all the necessary areas.
Yet the young girl was completely drenched, her fair and delicate skin so tender it seemed one could squeeze water from it, with a lingering blush on her cheeks—a true lotus rising from the water.
“A Yan…”
Her voice was as soft as a lamb’s, “Could you grab that for me, please, please? Don’t think I’m a bother. I won’t argue with you anymore.”
“When you’re taking a bath, I’ll fetch anything you want, love you, sending hearts~”
Damn…