Mr. Xiao, can I borrow your wedding invitation?

Chapter 130 No Touching, No Kissing
Back at the Xiao family's old residence, she ran into Xiao Jiayang in the front yard.

"Fifth Aunt, I heard that Grandpa kicked your little bodyguard out? Is it true?"

No wonder Xiao Jiayang has low emotional intelligence and doesn't know how to speak properly. He's bringing up the very thing that shouldn't be said, and he hasn't even noticed Xiao Ruonan's darkened face.

He was just trying to find out the truth, but who knew he'd get a sarcastic smile from Xiao Ruonan, "Jiayang, you contributed a lot to A-Lie's expulsion, didn't you?"

Xiao Jiayang pretended to be taken aback for a moment, "Huh? What do you mean by that, Fifth Aunt?"

"It's nothing, I was just joking with you! I've hated that Ah Lie for a long time, but I was too embarrassed to ask him to leave. In the end, I have to thank you for tattling to the old man. Jiayang, thanks!"

Xiao Jiayang scratched the back of his head in bewilderment. Wait, didn't Fifth Aunt dote on that bodyguard? Why did her attitude change so suddenly?
I thought she would have a big fight with me, but it turns out she's just really annoying. It seems my mother and I were overthinking things.

The day for the belated wedding ceremony arrived quickly.

This time, it wasn't as grand and elaborate as the last time. Instead, it was held in a low-key manner at the Xiao family's old residence, and there were fewer guests than last time. Most of the attendees were members of the Xiao family.

Nanwu wore a haute couture gown, not a wedding dress. The sentiment was clear enough; it was just a belated wedding ceremony, and there was no need to follow the usual conventions.

Only large families value this process; otherwise, Nanwu wouldn't even want to go through the formalities.

At first, she was worried that something unexpected might happen like last time, so she was on tenterhooks the whole time.

Xiao Shen said he wouldn't allow her to marry Xiao Jiayang, but perhaps he was just saying it casually, just for fun in bed.

As the wedding drew to a close, she felt a sense of relief mixed with a touch of disappointment.

Xiao Shen did not appear.

He, the fourth uncle, didn't attend the wedding of the eldest grandson of the Xiao family. As expected, it was him who could do whatever he wanted.

Or perhaps, it's because she's now officially part of the Xiao family that he finds the game boring and doesn't want to play anymore.

That's fine, so she won't be bothered by him again in the future, and she can leave decisively and gracefully when she leaves.

After the wedding, the bride and groom were led to their bridal chamber by the cheers of the crowd.

Before the door was even fully closed, Xiao Jiayang grabbed Nan Wu and started kissing her.

"Xiao Jiayang, get out of my way!"

"Get out of the way? Nanwu, I'm your husband now, and you're my wife. It's only natural for us to sleep together. Otherwise, why do you think I married you? Besides, you've been with so many other men, so what's wrong with me doing it for you? Stop pretending to be innocent, it's disgusting!"

Nanwu's anger surged, and she suddenly thrust her knee into Nanwu.

"Ouch!" Xiao Jiayang screamed in agony, clutching his groin as he spun around. He pointed at Nan Wu, his eyes wide with rage, "You bitch, what do you think you're doing?"

Nan Wu stretched out her skirt. "How dare you, a rotten cucumber like you, talk about others?"

"you……"

"Besides, I value my life a lot. Who knows if you're clean or not? After all, you don't even pick and choose the girls at nightclubs!"

Xiao Jiayang gritted his teeth, "You yourself might have contracted a whole host of venereal diseases, and you still have the nerve to criticize me?"

Nan Wu shrugged, "That's perfect. Just to be safe, let's not touch each other!"

Xiao Jiayang was taken aback, and the more he thought about it, the more something seemed off. "No, if I can't touch you or kiss you, then why the hell did I bring you back?"

Nan Wu rolled her eyes at him. "Do you think I want to marry you? I'm just respecting Grandpa Xiao's arrangements!"

Xiao Jiayang paced around the room a few times. Already drunk, he was now furious and resentful. "Nan Wu, don't think I don't know what you're thinking. You want the title of the young mistress of the Xiao family but don't want to sleep with me? There's no such thing as a free lunch! Let me tell you, it's impossible! You wait, tomorrow I'll drag you to get a gynecological exam. If you're healthy, you'll have to serve me!"

After saying that, he opened the door and stormed off.

The door slammed shut with a deafening roar, and Nan Wu exhaled a breath of stale air. She might survive tonight, but not necessarily tomorrow night; she needed to urge Fang Lanxin to bring the real Nan Wu back to take over.

Otherwise, if you end up getting yourself involved, it will be a losing proposition.

After waiting for a while without seeing Xiao Jiayang return, Nan Wu guessed that he must have gone outside to find his lover to vent his frustrations. Well, that was fine, so he wouldn't be in her way.

In the dead of night, Nan Wu couldn't sleep. Perhaps she wasn't used to the new environment, so she put on a coat and went out for some fresh air.

Only a few sheepskin lanterns illuminated the courtyard, and it was quiet all around. Nanwu leaned against the railing, gazing at the entire front yard.

She didn't know how many days she would stay at the Xiao family's old house, nor was she sure when the real Nanwu would return. These uncertainties made her increasingly insecure.

Hopefully, Fang Lanxin will keep her word and let her take her grandmother away soon; otherwise, she'll make Fang Lanxin regret choosing her to replace Nan Wu.

At that moment, someone suddenly hugged her from behind, followed by a deluge of kisses on her earlobes and neck.

"Ah! Xiao Jiayang, you..."

"it's me!"

In the darkness, the man's voice was deep and magnetic, like a glass of red wine, intoxicating and captivating.

Nan Wu was taken aback at first, but after her breath and temperature adjusted, her heart relaxed. "No, Fourth Master, I'm already married to Xiao Jiayang, this isn't right for us!"

She tried to push him several times, but he wouldn't budge. The man was like a mountain, a giant tower, standing firm and unmoving.

"We haven't gotten our marriage certificate yet!"

Nan Wu tilted her head back, stretching her neck out long, and in just a few moments, she felt herself about to succumb.

God!

This is the Xiao family residence, and it's outdoors, how could he dare...?

No, how did he know that she and Xiao Jiayang hadn't registered their marriage?
“But Fourth Master, I am now Xiao Jiayang’s wife, so theoretically I should still call you Fourth Uncle, we…”

He bit Nanwu's shoulder, not too hard, not too soft, a little itchy, like a feather brushing against her, making her shiver.

He knows her sensitive spots too well; he always knows exactly what to do.

Xiao Shen flipped her over and pinned her against the railing, his thumb gripping her chin as he pressed his lips to hers. "Wife? Fourth Uncle? Nan Wu, that's not what you said when you were writhing and thrashing on top of me!"

Nan Wu's face flushed instantly.

Damn it, can't we just not bring that up? Constantly using that to pressure her, isn't that despicable? Isn't that shameless?

"Tell me, what do you think Jiayang's reaction would be if he knew we'd slept together countless times behind his back?"

Nan Wu stared wide-eyed, shaking her head, pleading almost pitifully, "Fourth Master, please! I beg you!"

Xiao Shen's fingertips slid down, caressing her fair and slender neck. In the darkness, his eyes were filled with a thick, dark light. "Beg me? Well, you should at least act like you're begging, shouldn't you?"

"I... Oh dear!"

Before Nan Wu could make up her mind, the man couldn't wait to take action.

She was wearing a skirt, making it easy for her to succeed.

"Fourth Master, no, not here!"

"Right here!"

You could call him crazy, or you could call him a pervert. He has a room but doesn't use it, he has a bed but prefers to stay in the dark, risking being discovered.