Chapter 99: Tender Jade and Warm Fragrance - Ah? The Wives I Abandoned Turned Out to Be Real

Chapter 99: Tender Jade and Warm Fragrance Holding the warm and tender jade in his hands, Su Mo was reluctant to let go, reveling in the delightful sensation. However, after a short while, he realized he couldn't continue like this. Awkwardly lifting his head, he said, "Madam, in my concern, I overreacted. The tea isn't that hot; your foot should be fine." "I'll dry your embroidered shoes and socks." Reluctantly, Su Mo lowered Huang Qingwan's small foot, placing her embroidered shoes and silk socks beside the warm fire to dry. At this rate, it would take the time of a single incense stick to dry thoroughly. Huang Qingwan bit her lip, her bare foot restlessly tapping on the shoe surface of her left foot. She was well aware of her allure; if she desired, she could claim her beloved Su Lang right now. Yet, thinking of the four maids outside and Guo Lin, if they happened to burst in, it would indeed be difficult to explain. After tidying up, feeling a bit awkward, Su Mo sat back beside Huang Qingwan. Seeing her blushing cheeks, Su Mo's heart lurched. He recalled the information he had previously gained from his simulations. Huang Qingwan was the second wife of General Guo. The two young ladies were not her daughters. When she married him, General Guo went to the border immediately after the wedding. As of now, Huang Qingwan was almost no different from an unmarried woman, save for her title as a general's wife. This also led her, in the simulations, to relish new experiences, becoming quite passionate in this regard. Once she crossed that boundary, it would be like a fire breaking out in an old house—uncontrollable. While pondering this, Su Mo considered how to broach the subject of General Guo with Huang Qingwan. The atmosphere turned strangely silent, with only the scent of drying embroidered shoes and the crackle of burning charcoal filling the room. "Madam Huang, how long has it been since General Guo last returned home?" Su Mo suddenly asked. Curious, Huang Qingwan answered truthfully, "It's been over seven years." "Why do you ask?" Su Mo nodded, acknowledging her response. "Madam Huang, there's something I need to tell you regarding General Guo." "Go on." "General Guo actually died over seven years ago." "What did you say?" Huang Qingwan was taken aback. She couldn't fathom how he could have died seven years ago, especially since she hadn't heard of it in her previous life. Su Mo recounted all the information he gathered during his simulations, attributing the source to the Three Heroes of Hengshan. Upon understanding the situation, Huang Qingwan remembered the mass extermination of her family in her past life. There were widespread rumors that General Guo had committed treason, and afterward, an imperial decree wiped out his entire household. Could it be true? If it were, this incident could not be ignored. If left unattended, the tragedy of the past would surely repeat itself! Realizing this, Huang Qingwan nodded. "Alright, I understand now." "My father, Huang Zongwang, is an Imperial Censor. I'll write to him explaining the situation when I return." "As long as my father receives the message timely and informs the emperor, we can prevent the impending disaster on the General's residence." Huang Qingwan did not doubt the veracity of Su Mo's information. Not only because she deeply loved Su Mo, but also because the events aligned with both past and present occurrences. Su Mo secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If things go as planned, the disaster could surely be averted. The Imperial Censor was a high-ranking official, with the power to advise the emperor directly. Delivering a message was a trivial task. While lost in thought, a knock came at the door. It was Guo Lin's voice calling out. "Mother, how much longer will you be talking?" Huang Qingwan called out loudly. "Lin'er, just a little longer. Please wait patiently." "Oh." Outside, silence resumed. Su Mo then brought the thoroughly warmed and dried embroidered shoes and silk socks to Huang Qingwan. "Madam." "Here." Seeing this, Huang Qingwan rolled her eyes at Su Mo. "Manager Su, are you going to make me put them on by myself?" Delighted, Su Mo responded, "As you command!" With that, he half kneeled and picked up Huang Qingwan's rosy, tender foot, admiring it like a treasure, suppressing the urge to nibble it, and gently slipped on the silk socks and embroidered shoes. Huang Qingwan nonchalantly stood up, while Su Mo bent slightly beside her, appearing very respectful. However, with this event, their relationship subtly shifted into something inexplicable. Huang Qingwan called out. "Lin'er, you may come in now." Outside, Guo Lin hastily opened the door, casting a suspicious glance at Su Mo and Huang Qingwan. She now regarded every woman around Brother Su with skepticism. Huang Qingwan beckoned her closer. "Lin'er, come here." Technically speaking, Guo Lin was now without parents, and Huang Qingwan's gaze towards her held a newfound tenderness. Responding to the call, Guo Lin approached respectfully. "Mother." Huang Qingwan gently tousled her hair. "Let's go, Lin'er." "We have other things to attend to." "Yes, Mother." Su Mo respectfully escorted them to the door, watching them depart. As they left, Guo Lin gave Su Mo a lingering look. She wished to spend more time with Brother Su, but couldn't do so openly with her mother present. Watching the two women leave, Su Mo exhaled deeply. The message had been sent. Now, he could only leave the outcome to fate. If the emperor was set on exterminating the entire General's residence, his only option would be to escape with the women. With simulated intelligence, he knew precisely where to elude the emperor's pursuit. Of course. The emperor did eventually overturn the verdict on the General's household a few days later. At that point, he could return with Madam Huang and the others. No fear of the emperor reneging on his decision. At this moment, Xu Miaoyin approached, rubbing her belly. "Boss Su, is there any food left? You didn't cook lunch today." Su Mo immediately stepped forward and took Xu Miaoyin's hand. "There's plenty on the second floor." "Madam Huang and the Second Miss left quite a bit." Surprised by Su Mo's sudden gesture, Xu Miaoyin clutched his hand a bit tighter, protesting softly. "Really? You're giving me leftovers, then." By then Su Mo had already led Xu Miaoyin to the staircase. "They're untouched leftovers; they barely ate." "I know you martial artists have hefty appetites." "I made extra just for that reason." Understanding his good intentions, Xu Miaoyin relented. "Alright, I forgive you." Climbing the stairs, Su Mo couldn't resist teasing. "Miaoyin, for someone who wields a sword, your hands are oddly soft." Xu Miaoyin grinned proudly. "Not everyone gets to have hands like these. It's related to my martial arts training." Seeing Su Mo hold her hand without any intention of letting go, Xu Miaoyin allowed him, her eyes filled with shyness and joy. She decided she would eat once he was satisfied with holding her hand. After a while, as Su Mo held her hand, he couldn't help but gaze at Xu Miaoyin's flawless curves. Noticing his gaze, Xu Miaoyin took a step closer, allowing the robe-clad beauty of her figure to approach Su Mo, ensuring he got a better view. As their proximity reached less than a centimeter, Su Mo felt the warmth emanating from her body. A fragrance, like a blend of orchid and musk, enveloped Su Mo's senses. Suddenly, the voice of Chunzhu called from below. "Manager Su, where are you?" "I just finished washing and hanging your clothes." Reflexively, Su Mo released Xu Miaoyin's hand. "I'm upstairs!" Momentarily disheartened, Xu Miaoyin wondered why her beloved Su Lang was so cautious of a mere maid. Su Mo continued: "Madam left quite a bit of food. Come up and eat." With that, Chunzhu joyfully ascended the stairs, but her spirit sank upon seeing Xu Miaoyin. An inferiority complex washed over her, inexplicably, facing this otherworldly beauty. Though her figure surpassed her madam's, how could there be someone even more daunting? Su Mo pulled Chunzhu into their group. "Come on, let's eat first. We probably won't have any visitors for a while." The three of them then settled into the private room. The room was warm, and as Xu Miaoyin looked at the bountiful table of mostly untouched dishes, she plopped herself down in the seat previously occupied by Huang Qingwan. Su Mo pulled out three sets of brand-new bowls and chopsticks from the cabinet. Gazing at the sumptuous array of dishes before her, Xu Miaoyin couldn't resist. "Boss Su, I won't stand on ceremony then." With that, she stuffed a chicken drumstick into her mouth. "Delicious, absolutely delicious." ... Su Mo and Chunzhu thought they ate quite a bit, but next to Xu Miaoyin, it was as if they were mere children. Most of the large spread disappeared into her stomach, yet her abdomen remained as flat as if she hadn't eaten a thing. Su Mo couldn't help but marvel. To maintain this heroic woman, it would truly take a lot. ... After idling the day away, Su Mo returned to the bed in the brewery. The havoc wreaked by the bear demon had taken a toll on Linjiang City's merchants. When he went out in the afternoon, not a single hunter brought their catch to market. Consequently, the entire city's taverns were out of wild game. Thinking short-term to avoid long-term worries was inevitable. The looming threat of the General's household's execution had a temporary solution, but the daunting problem of the bear demon remained unresolved. When Fahai comes, it'll probably just be for show. He won't really solve anything. Su Mo's heart was troubled by these thoughts. His own power was simply insufficient to deal with demons. Was he supposed to nurture a sense of noble righteousness? Thinking of this made Su Mo grimace. No, no. With his nature, he wouldn't be able to cultivate that. Forcing it would only bring about unnecessary suffering. It's like asking an introvert to become a salesperson, or an extrovert to stay cooped up at home. The more one suppresses, the greater the eventual backlash. Seeing that the simulation had evolved his character to the age of thirty-two, Su Mo realized this simulation might not end anytime soon. Thus, he took out the relic given to him by the monk Liao Ming. Now, the relic was only about half the size of a thumb, seemingly on the verge of disappearing. Relics bolster one's sense of noble righteousness. Su Mo could feel a slight increase in his noble righteousness, though he wasn't sure how much stronger it would become after fully absorbing the relic. Suddenly. A notification appeared. [You have died.] [In an act of self-sacrifice, you slit your own throat before the Yuan Emperor to save thousands.] [Would you like to review your life experiences?] (End of the chapter)