You're my wife, don't doubt it!

It's hard to say he wasn't even slightly tempted.

"Does Yu Luying know about this?" Xiao Yao asked her.

“I don’t know yet,” Yu Lihua said truthfully, “but you don’t need to worry about my daughter. She listens to me very well.”

Two illusory images appeared before Xiao Yao's eyes.

A girl in light green pajamas, with small speakers in her ears, is sitting with her back to him, focused on her desk.

She had fluffy short hair and a light green nightgown, with two lotus-root-like calves stretching out from under the hem, gently swaying back and forth.

Another young woman, dressed in a professional woman's black suit and trousers—the trousers had elastic waistbands on both sides, clean and neat cuffs, and slender legs that elongated her leg curves—was kneeling in front of her, helping her put on her newly bought Air Jordans.

Xiao Yao shook his head vigorously to dispel the illusion before his eyes.

"I'm sorry," Xiao Yao said to Yu Lihua.

Yu Lihua's teacup trembled slightly.

“Auntie, I must refuse your kindness and do not expect your forgiveness. All I can say is, I’m sorry,” Xiao Yao said loudly.

"Just for her?" Yu Lihua's voice trembled slightly.

"Just for her," Xiao Yao said.

Yu Lihua almost spilled the tea in her hand on Xiao Yao's face, but she held back.

The two remained silent for five seconds before Yu Lihua bent down and picked up a handbag.

Is he leaving? Xiao Yao wondered.

"Wait a minute, Auntie, I have something else to say." Xiao Yao cleared his throat.

Yu Lihua raised her eyebrows again and took out a small, silver-white square box from her handbag.

“I feel that your pressure to get married is not only disrespectful to me, but also disrespectful to Yu Luying. I hope you will stop doing this.”

"What do you mean?" Yu Lihua replied casually, reaching out to open the lid of the square box.

“Yu Luying is an outstanding, beautiful, and lovely girl. Many boys in school like her,” Xiao Yao told her.

"Of course I know that." Yu Lihua took out one, two, three... needles from the open box.

"Of course, including me. I used to be obsessed with her. In fact, not just in the past, I still like her now."

Upon hearing such scumbag remarks, Yu Lihua narrowed her eyes and began twirling the silver needle in her hand like a pencil.

“So, girls like her shouldn’t be forced into marriage.” Xiao Yao continued, forcing himself to speak: “When I was in elementary school, I played a game where the male protagonist was also named Xiaoyao. He accidentally peeked at the female protagonist, Ling’er, taking a bath, and was forced by Ling’er’s grandmother to have their wedding night that very night. At that time, Xiao Yao was just a waiter in Yuhang Town, a scoundrel. A girl like Ling’er shouldn’t have married him, let alone been forced to marry him.”

"What do you want to say?" Yu Lihua frowned.

"Such an outstanding female lead shouldn't be forced to marry such a trashy—such an ordinary male lead, not to mention the male lead's unwillingness—that's disrespectful to her, because she deserves better." Xiao Yao finished speaking in one breath: "The game's era seems to be the Tang Dynasty, but it's the 21st century now. A girl's fate shouldn't be decided so hastily, just because—"

"Li Xiaoyao eventually rose from a waiter to become a great hero of Mount Shu for Zhao Ling'er. Have you ever thought about changing your own destiny?" Yu Lihua asked him.

"Yes—you've played Legend of Sword and Fairy too?" Xiao Yao was surprised.

“Don’t treat me like an old woman,” Yu Lihua said with a smile. “Your words have touched me. We can reconsider the marriage later.”

"Thank you." Xiao Yao breathed a sigh of relief.

“But I still suggest you break up with the Shen family’s daughter first—I know that sitting here and pressuring you like this won’t lead to anything good. Think about it again, I’ll give you some more time.”

Xiao Yao's heart, which had just relaxed, tightened again. He could only remain silent and refuse to cooperate.

“I will try my best to help you with the school’s affairs,” Yu Lihua said. “Of course, I can’t guarantee how much my words will be effective.”

"Thank you!" Xiao Yao guessed that, given the current situation, Yu Lihua would probably just be saying it and wouldn't really do her best to help.

"But you must always remember to respect her in every aspect of daily life."

"must!"

“Our opinions are also very important—no, we should say that our opinions should always be the most important.”

First place? Xiao Yao decided to remain respectfully silent once again.

“If you want to use symbiosis to control my daughter, then I have ways to control you too.” Yu Lihua raised the silver needle in her hand, squinting as she examined it under the light: “Xiao Yao, do you recognize what this is?”

Xiao Yao composed himself and carefully examined the three "silver needles" in Yu Lihua's hand. Although these three silver needles were called "needles," their thickness, size, and shape were more like pencils—sharpened pencils.

These three "pencils" are of similar length, two are silver and one is gold, and each "pencil" has... a spiral-like winding in the middle.

"I don't know," Xiao Yao said, shaking his head.

"Do you know what I do?" Yu Lihua asked him.

"You teach at the university... I think you're a professor."

"What do you teach?"

"It seems to be related to medicine."

“My specialty is traditional Chinese medicine,” Yu Lihua told him. “What I’m holding is… an acupuncture needle.”

"Do you believe in Western-style traditional Chinese medicine? You're just stacking up buffs here," Xiao Yao thought to himself, mockingly.

"You may not know this, but although the acupoints of men and women are in roughly the same location, the same acupoint has completely different effects on men and women. Men use qi, while women use blood."

"?" What exactly is she trying to say?

"In other words, if you stick a needle into Yingying somewhere, she won't feel anything, but you will be in so much pain that you wish you were dead."

“…Auntie, if you really understand the mechanism and principles of symbiosis, you’ll know that this is impossible,” Xiao Yao told her.

"I hope we can always be...friends, and never have to do this experiment." Yu Lihua put away the gold and silver needles and extended her right hand with a smile.

Rong Momo's smile?

Xiao Yao reached out dejectedly, grasped Yu Lihua's hand, and shook it up and down.

"How was it? What did you two talk about?" Yu Luying was already waiting at the door when we came out of the teahouse: "How did the conversation go?"

Xiao Yao glanced at her, said nothing, lowered his head, and walked past.

"Oh dear, what's wrong? Tell me what happened, don't just stay silent." Yu Luying rushed forward and timidly tugged at Xiao Yao's sleeve: "If my mom said something really stupid... just let it go... don't take it to heart, and don't be angry with me, okay?"

Xiao Yao's heart softened. He realized that taking his anger out on Yu Luying was not the behavior of a knight, so he stopped and said, "It's okay, everything is fine."

He smiled and reached out to brush a strand of hair from Yu Luying's temple that had been ruffled by the wind.

"What exactly did you say?" Yu Luying pressed.

"Yingying." Yu Lihua stood at the top of the stairs and called out with a stern expression.

"What did she say? Go ask her." Xiao Yao whispered, "Don't worry, no matter what she does, we'll both be alright."

"Okay, everything's fine." Yu Luying nodded, relieved, and went up the stairs, looking back every few steps.

Xiao Yao watched as the Yu mother and daughter re-entered the teahouse, then turned back, preparing to return to the parking lot to meet up with the members of the literary society.

Then he saw a girl in black leaning against the bridgehead ahead, smile at him, and take off her sunglasses.

"Support!" the girl in black shouted, opening her arms wide.

"Wife!?" After recognizing the girl in black, Xiao Yao cried out in horror—this wasn't just a surprise, nor was it just fright; it was sheer terror.

Seeing Xiao Yao standing still, the girl in black maintained her outstretched arms posture, stomped her foot, and exaggeratedly twisted her body: "Hug me!"

Upon receiving the instruction, Xiao Yao instinctively stepped forward and reached out to pull the girl in black into his arms.

Unexpectedly, the other person came straight at him, jumped up, hooked his arms around Xiao Yao's neck, crossed his legs and hooked them behind Xiao Yao's knees, and hung in the air, like a sloth, clinging to him.

"I want to be lifted high!"

"Lift me up high, lift me up high!" Xiao Yao guessed that this was some strange phrase he had learned from Tian Yun.

He cupped the girl in black's thighs in his hands, feeling their fleshy flesh, both soft and firm: "You... how did you get here?"

The girl in black brought her lips close to the boy's ear, her warm breath tickling him: "Doggy, you're doing really well these days."

The girl smiled radiantly, her voice sweet and charming, but the boy, upon hearing her words, shuddered in fear, his legs trembling slightly.

Chapter 121 A real-life "Double-Wife Hero"? No way!

2023-02-26

Xiao Yao didn't ask Shen Jie what she meant by "Dog, your sales are really good now," but it didn't sound like a compliment. Besides, she didn't say anything more after that. Since that was the case, there was no need for her to rush off to her death.

However, his mind raced, and he managed to guess most of it.

When I climbed onto the double bridge, I was chatting with Shen Jie and took photos at her request, which I then sent via MMS.

After that, Zhao Xiaomei appeared and struck up a conversation with him at the top of the Twin Bridges...

Was Shen Jie watching him chat and take pictures from the shadows?

It feels awful to be watched from behind.

Fortunately, I had the self-control and didn't listen to her or hold her hand, so I can say that I have a clear conscience.

When I was confronting Yu Luying's mother in the teahouse, there seemed to be a small figure dressed in black in the corner. At the time, I didn't pay any attention to it, but now that I think about it... it looks about 80% similar to the figure in front of me.

How much of her conversation was actually heard? She and Yu Luying's mother mostly spoke in hushed tones, as did Yu Luying's mother, only raising their voices when they got to more emotional parts...

Xiao Yao tried hard to recall.