Wife, Don't Be Like This! Chapter 118 : Sharing a Bed

Chapter 118 - Sharing a Bed

Lu Wan, Tao Yun, Zhang Yan, Li Qingyue!

One by one, the nas and figures appeared in Song Yan's mind, and all sorts of information gradually ca together.

A bond like that of a mother and daughter, a playmate from childhood, a life-saving grace, a sister... Song Yan found it difficult to find a reason for any of these four won to betray Luo Yuheng.

Perhaps there were still so details he hadn't noticed?

After pondering for a long ti, Song Yan's brow gradually relaxed, and the expression on his face had returned to normal. He stood up and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Yang Siyao asked.

"To find my mother-in-law."

"Are you going to tell her what we just discussed? Don't forget, this is just my speculation, without any evidence."

"How could I?" Song Yan smiled.

"This is just a pitiful live-in son-in-law going to ask his mother-in-law if he can have another bed-warming handmaiden."

The air was a little damp. The mont he stepped out of the room, he felt a gust of cool air rush to his face. His whole person seed to have sobered up quite a bit. Tightening his collar, Song Yan's figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.

In Luo Yuheng's courtyard, a woman in her thirties was sitting in the hall, yawning. It was Zhang Yan.

In this era, when the master was resting, the handmaidens were responsible for keeping a night watch.

A book was placed in front of Zhang Yan. It seed she was preparing to pass the long, boring night in this way.

She had a pair of very pretty, fair, and tender hands. Her long and beautiful fingers caressed the pages of the book. Although a visible drowsiness could be seen, she was reading with great concentration.

She didn't even notice when Song Yan had walked to the door. He tilted his head, and from the side, he could see a few large black characters on a blue cover—’The Story of the Lewd Plum’!

Black lines appeared on Song Yan's forehead.

If he rembered correctly, this was a rather popular storybook at the ti, mainly telling the 'story that must be told' between a village girl and seven n. The content was explosive and stimulating, and was quite popular among won.

He had never expected that this Zhang Yan, who was born so gentle and weak, with a mild and easy-going personality, would secretly like this kind of stimulating content.

"Ahem..."

In the silent night, the sound of Song Yan's cough rang out.

Zhang Yan was suddenly startled from her own world. The next instant, she fiercely hid the book behind her back. A flush appeared on her face, and her gaze towards the door was evasive.

"It's... it's the Young Master-in-law. It's so late. Is sothing the matter?"

Stop hiding, I saw it all.

Although Song Yan complained internally, in the end he did not expose her. He just indicated that he had business with Luo Yuheng.

It was now the middle of the night. As a live-in son-in-law, to be looking for his mother-in-law at this ti was sowhat inappropriate. If word got out, who knows what kind of ugly rumors might spread.

However, Her Highness the Grand Princess had given instructions that if the Young Master-in-law ca looking for her, no matter what ti it was, it must be reported imdiately. Therefore, although Zhang Yan hesitated, in the end, she still went into the inner boudoir.

In about a few minutes, Song Yan saw Luo Yuheng, dressed in a night robe.

Perhaps because of her drowsiness, at this mont, Luo Yuheng was embodying her lazy temperant to the fullest. Her lazy appearance even made Song Yan suspect that the person before him was a cat.

Song Yan was alone with Luo Yuheng for nearly two quarter-hours. No one knew what happened during these two quarter-hours.

After leaving, Song Yan made another trip to the back courtyard.

That was the place where Luo Tianxuan lived.

By the ti he returned to his bedroom, it was already half a shichen later. Yang Siyao had not rested either.

Her slender body was lying on the table, her scallion-white fingers boredly toying with a teacup, watching the cup spin in circles on the table, as if it were an extrely interesting thing.

"Is it arranged?"

"More or less." Song Yan nodded and walked straight to the wardrobe, taking out a new quilt from inside.

Although Yang Siyao's plan was for the two of them to sleep together for one night as a blind for the nail.

But, a live-in son-in-law and an unmarried young woman, if they were to really lie on the sa bed, it would ultimately not be very good.

So, Song Yan prepared to make a bed on the floor.

Watching Song Yan's actions, Yang Siyao puffed out her cheeks, seemingly a little dissatisfied.

She cultivated seduction arts, but only had theoretical knowledge; her experience value was zero.

So she still had a pure body.

Although she had no intention of actually giving her body for the ti being, for a man to be completely indifferent to her, without the slightest interest, was ultimately a little discouraging.

She also understood that, let alone comparing herself to peerless beauties like Luo Yuheng and Luo Tianyi, she couldn't even compare to Gu Banxia.

But girls, well, they have a little bit of pride in their hearts. Even if her figure couldn't compare to Gu Banxia's, and her appearance couldn't compare to Luo Tianyi's, paired with her seduction arts, she should be no worse than other won.

In terms of the skill of serving a man, her theoretical knowledge was probably sothing all the won of the Luo Mansion combined couldn't compare to.

Regarding her future other half, Yang Siyao had actually never seriously thought about it.

In her world, there were only two people: one was her, and the other was her younger sister.

A lover, a husband, and the like, were too distant for her. Even if a man were to take a fancy to her, he probably wouldn't be able to tolerate a burden.

So, to depend on her sister for survival for a lifeti, that was probably her life. Once upon a ti, this is what she believed. But now, the situation had finally changed.

Whether for the sake of freedom or for her sister, she had betrayed the Yang family.

Even if she could successfully plot against the Yang family this one ti, how could a behemoth like the Yang family be overthrown by just one or two sches? It was foreseeable that in the near future, she would face the Yang family's frenzied revenge.

She had to find a support that would allow her to survive.

Among the n she knew, Song Yan was undoubtedly the best choice.

He had guts, he had ability, he was ruthless enough when killing, and cunning enough when scheming. So of his thods were perhaps a little despicable, but only such a person could live longer.

Of course, Song Yan's status was there. He was Luo Tianxuan's husband, the Prince Consort.

She naturally couldn't be his wife and could only be a concubine. But Yang Siyao didn't care. She could offer her body, could stay by Song Yan's side to offer advice and plan strategies, only asking to be able to live a good life with her sister.

Her wish was just that humble.

She wouldn't fight for favor. If Song Yan thought of her, she would serve him well. If Song Yan forgot her, and didn't appear in her boudoir for a year or half a year, she wouldn't care either.

Yang Siyao knew better than anyone that between her and Song Yan, it was just a pure transaction, untainted by any emotion.

And her pure body was her biggest bargaining chip in the transaction.

Thinking this, Yang Siyao walked to Song Yan's side, reached out, took the quilt, and stuffed it back into the wardrobe.

"It's already autumn. The floor is cold. It would be bad if you caught a chill from the dampness."

"Let's sleep together.”

"I am a woman who has studied seduction arts. What kind of scene haven't I seen? I won't care about such a small matter."

Yang Siyao said this, her tone indifferent. Her long, slender fingers gave a light flick at her waist, and the light green long dress slipped off her body and was hung on a rack.

The action was quite cool.

The white silk trousers accentuated the long, straight lines of her legs.

The pink dudou revealed a dazzling amorousness.

Silently, Yang Siyao slipped into the quilt. Her body, like a worm, wriggled on the bed a couple of tis, and she slid to the inside with her back to Song Yan.

She was probably still a little embarrassed. Looking at her position, her face was probably almost pressed against the wall.

With the help of the candlelight, he could even see that Yang Siyao's slender neck was completely crimson, and her small ears were trembling slightly.

Don't be fooled by her nonchalant words from before; in reality, she should still be a little scared.

Song Yan couldn't help but laugh. Is this what they call 'her mouth is the only tough part about her'?

Shaking his head, he took off his outer shirt, blew out the candle, and the room was plunged into an amorous darkness.

By his side, he could seem to feel a slight warmth.

The distance was closer now. The fragrance on Yang Siyao's body also seed to have grown stronger.

So long strands of her hair inadvertently fell on Song Yan's face, tickling him. Her just-washed hair still carried the unique scent of soap beans.

The bed was a little narrow.

Lying there, he didn't know where to put his hands. Inadvertently, it seed he had touched sothing.