307 Tidying Up
Jiang Huai walked into the garden of Qingmu Immortal Palace.
Colorful flowers surrounded him as he found a lounge chair. Noticing that no one was around, he lay down to bask in the sun. Even though he had just received thirty million spirit stones, Jiang Huai felt little excitement. After all, he had no immediate use for the money; the spirit medicine he needed for his healing was something he couldn’t buy no matter how much he spent.
Most of the younger generation visiting Qingmu Immortal Palace had begun seeking opportunities in various trials, while Jiang Huai could only wander around aimlessly, making him the most idle person there.
After lying in the garden and soaking up the sun for an hour, Jiang Huai continued his aimless stroll until he came across a particularly vast lake, where precious spirit fish were likely swimming. Suddenly, his fishing addiction struck. However, this was True Person Qingmu’s lake, and just as he intended to go find True Person Qingmu, he noticed a figure that resembled him from a distance in the pavilion at the lake center.
Without any spirit qi, he had to employ his movement technique to tread water and reach True Person Qingmu.
“I’m here fishing as well; may I have your permission, True Person Qingmu?”
Fang Qingmu looked up with a gentle smile, “Feel free.”
“Thank you, Senior.”
Jiang Huai happily took out his fishing rod and sat not far from True Person Qingmu. The two of them basked in the sun, enjoying the summer breeze, watching the shimmering lake surface. Occasionally, ripples appeared as a spirit fish bit the hook, giving them a leisurely, comfortable experience.
“Why aren’t you looking for the trials I left behind?” Fang Qingmu gently asked.
“I have no cultivation level; many trials wouldn’t yield useful rewards for me,” Jiang Huai said with a helpless smile. Fang Qingmu immediately understood and asked, “Is there a method to heal your injuries?”
“Perhaps in the future. I’ve already started searching for the spirit medicine I need.”
As Jiang Huai and Fang Qingmu exchanged words, Jiang Huai gradually realized that True Person Qingmu was indeed as gentle and easy to talk to as he appeared, and he was well-versed in cooking skills.
Coincidentally, Jiang Huai was also quite knowledgeable in that area. They chatted happily, and as their conversation continued, Fang Qingmu invited him to dinner at the courtyard that evening. Jiang Huai gladly accepted and looked forward to sharing a great time with True Person Qingmu.
After a night of heavy drinking, Fang Qingmu was no longer the gentle and restrained figure he had been during the day. He began to share stories about his past with Xia Wanyu, his slightly tipsy eyes sparkling with tenderness. Jiang Huai quietly listened, frequently raising his cup in toast to True Person Qingmu.
He had always liked listening to stories, and the more he heard, the more adept he became at writing them.
After the drunkenness wore off, he slowly made his way back to the courtyard. Upon reaching the entrance, he noticed Wen Wanwan, dressed in a flowing white Daoist robe, had been waiting for him. She stepped forward to support him, gently holding his arm and speaking softly, “How did you end up drinking so much?”
“I had a good time chatting with True Person Qingmu, so I ended up drinking a few extra cups.”
“Alright, first go bathe.”
Wen Wanwan guided him to the bathhouse, making him obediently stand still while she came closer, removing his clothes one by one. When she was near, a wonderful fragrance enveloped her. Jiang Huai sleepily grabbed her reaching hand, and they walked into the bathhouse together, where she began removing her own clothes.
To his surprise, under her elegant white robes, she was wearing intricate white lace underwear, and sheer white silk stockings wrapped around her long, porcelain white legs.
Jiang Huai felt slightly dizzy as Wen Wanwan sat by the lakeside, her snow-white calves gracefully splashing in the water. Adorned with delicate white lace gloves, she approached him, applying fragrant foam evenly across his chest. Her movements were earnest, as if she were coaxing a child, her voice soft and soothing. For some reason, Jiang Huai suddenly began to smile.
“What are you laughing at, Senior Brother Jiang Huai?” Wen Wanwan innocently blinked her eyes.
“You truly embody the role of an older sister, Wanwan.”
Wen Wanwan was momentarily taken aback, then she chuckled and continued to wash his body diligently, rinsing off the foam with a wooden scoop. Finally, she softly replied, “Then tonight, you should call me ‘sister,’ okay?”
Jiang Huai leaned closer to her ear, whispering “sister,” causing Wen Wanwan’s body to tremble slightly. Her snow-white legs came together a bit tighter as she leaned in closer to embrace him, saying, “Naughty little brother… you already want to bully your sister before your bath is even finished?”
“Where do you get that idea?”
“You just admitted it,” Wen Wanwan playfully grasped Jiang Xiaohu’s hand, as they stepped into the water together. One long, beautiful leg of hers rose slightly, while the toes of her other leg pointed, successfully guiding him to the place he needed to be. She wrapped her arms around his neck, saying, “Tonight, I will be your sister, so…”
“So what?”
“So little brother won’t hold me accountable for what happened a few days ago, right?”
What she referred to was, of course, the time a few days ago when she and Qingyu had collaborated to bully Jiang Xiaohu. Just the mention of it made him fully alert. He playfully smacked her soft buttocks, creating a loud slap sound in the bathhouse. Wen Wanwan let out a soft gasp, her tender and fragrant body shaking as she held onto him tighter. But gradually, she lost her balance in the water and spoiledly whispered into Jiang Huai’s ear, “You have to hold me…”
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Back in the room, Jiang Huai deliberately turned on all the lights, filling the space with brightness like daytime, causing Wen Wanwan’s cheeks to flush red.
“Sister is being so obedient tonight… Little brother must have calmed down and won’t hold any grudges, right?”
“That’ll depend on your performance moving forward.”
“What else must I do to perform well?”
Taking the opportunity, Wen Wanwan pinned Jiang Huai down, her delicate, pink lips drawing near. Her slender waist swayed slowly, each movement engulfing Jiang Xiaohu deeper. With every motion, her back involuntarily tensed as her knees pressed against the bed, her slightly raised calves revealing her porcelain-white feet, once again curling her toes in anticipation.
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“I can’t…” Wen Wanwan’s snow-white legs were tightly pressed together, looking pitifully at Jiang Huai. “I can’t… Wanwan is going to break…”
“Hah, what about those days when you and Qingyu conspired to bully me, and your tender little feet squeezed me? You didn’t seem to care then,” Jiang Huai smirked at the pouting Wen Wanwan. After a moment, she turned back, obediently kneeling and leaning over the bed. Her graceful fingers slid down her waist, looking back at Jiang Huai, “Then let me take my punishment first…”
“Haha, today, there’s a different way to punish you.”
Wen Wanwan was momentarily stunned, then looked at the string of small beads in Jiang Huai’s hand, burying her face into the pillow, unable to look him in the eye anymore.
She had previously seen many intimate art books with Wen Fufu, so she knew very well what those beads were for.
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The next day, early morning.
Jiang Huai woke up early, while Wen Wanwan remained curled up, enjoying her sweet sleep. Jiang Huai pinched her small face, asking what she wanted for breakfast. She sleepily mumbled that she didn’t want to eat and even bit Jiang Huai’s finger in a disgruntled way.
Usually, Wen Wanwan would have the energy to wake up early to squeeze Jiang Xiaohu again, but today she appeared exceptionally obedient, submissive, and weak. Jiang Huai got up to cook wontons. By the time he returned, she still didn’t want to get out of bed. However, she finally sat up obediently, hugging the quilt and eagerly watching as Jiang Huai fed her one by one.
Wen Wanwan had recently become much more spoiled.
After breakfast, Wen Wanwan slipped back into the blanket, refusing to get up, having passed out multiple times from being bullied the night before. She needed to sleep a little longer. Just before sleeping, she pouted and looked at Jiang Huai, “Tonight, Senior Brother Jiang Huai, you have to bully Qingyu like this too…”
“Qingyu is much tougher than you, and bullying her will only make her like it more. I have other ways to tackle Qingyu.”
“What ways?”
“Wanwan, do you want to try?”
Wen Wanwan looked at Jiang Huai with a slightly wilted expression, “I need to hear what it is first.”
“No way! If you want to know, you have to try it first.”
Wen Wanwan hesitated for a long while before cautiously murmuring, “Then… let’s try it.”
With that, the blanket was lifted by Jiang Huai, revealing a short piece of soft rope in his hand. Wen Wanwan’s legs were forced apart, and her ankles and hands bound together, while a sheer white gauze covered her eyes.
Occasionally, Jiang Huai would brush a feather lightly against her skin or tease her with his fingertips. But each time Wen Wanwan tightened her waist, just shy of her limit, Jiang Huai would stop. After one time, two times, three times, and by the fourth time, tears were about to spill from Wen Wanwan’s eyes, her gaze and petals both damp.
“Qingyu usually only starts crying after the sixth time; she can still hold out for two more times after that,” Jiang Huai winked innocently at Wen Wanwan, who pouted at him in a pitiful manner. “I can’t do it… Senior Brother Jiang Huai is the best, I know I was wrong… don’t bully me anymore…”
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Finally, by noon, Jiang Huai managed to comfort Wen Wanwan, who curled back into his blanket and fell asleep. He then went out for a stroll with Luo Qingyu. When he returned, Wen Wanwan had just awoken. After preparing dinner, the three of them ate together. After dinner, Wen Wanwan and Luo Qingyu shared a lengthy and secretive conversation before Wen Wanwan returned to her own room.
Luo Qingyu slightly tilted her chin, “I heard Brother Jiang Huai bullied Wen Wanwan quite a bit last night?”
Jiang Huai pinched her little face, “You’re here to defend Wen Wanwan?”
The next moment, Luo Qingyu innocently looked up at him, her eyes shining bright with anticipation, “Qingyu wants to be bullied even more, to shed lots and lots of tears.”
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The next day.
Luo Qingyu had been thoroughly taken care of the night before and now slept soundly in Jiang Huai’s arms like a well-behaved little kitten. Jiang Huai, exhausted to the brink of collapse the previous night, had forgotten to peel off her torn stockings from her legs.
When he woke up, he slowly started to remove the black silk from Luo Qingyu, revealing her porcelain white thigh skin bit by bit. As she drowsily opened her eyes and saw Jiang Huai’s face, she suddenly broke into a silly grin.
Jiang Huai gently scratched her nose, “What’s so funny?”
“I don’t know,” Luo Qingyu shook her head, but after a moment looked at him innocently, “In a couple of days, can Wanwan and Qingyu serve Brother Jiang Huai together?”
Jiang Huai’s eyelids twitched slightly.
This was clearly about vengeance, not serving.
