Many children, many blessings: Stealing the offspring of powerful figures to cultivate immortality.

I thought that after that absurd night, life would finally settle down a bit.

The very next morning, the gates of the Chu residence were nearly smashed to pieces.

Bai Ze not only arrived, but also brought several large suitcases of luggage, which he casually tossed into the west wing, the courtyard closest to the main house.

Old Zhao couldn't be stopped, and with a bitter face, he ran over to complain to Jiang Yining.

When Jiang Yining arrived at the front yard, Bai Ze was shirtless, drawing water from the well to wash his face. His bronze-colored muscles gleamed in the morning light, and water droplets slid down his well-defined abs and into the edge of his underpants.

Upon seeing Jiang Yining, instead of putting on his clothes, he dramatically shook his wet hair and flashed her a set of bright white teeth.

"Ningning, are you awake?"

"Why are you here again?"

Bai Ze casually grabbed a single garment and draped it over himself. The garment was wide open, unable to conceal the bulging muscle lines that were about to burst forth.

He strode up to Jiang Yining, bringing with him a warm, damp feeling and the scent of soapberry.

"Go? Where to?"

Bai Ze stood there defiantly, arms crossed, chin held high: "I've figured it out. If that blind man Chu can do it, why can't I, his childhood sweetheart, marry into his family?"

"The Chu family doesn't have a proper man to hold the household together anymore. That blind man can't carry anything, so if he encounters a thief, you'll have to go and save him."

He leaned closer to Jiang Yining, lowered his voice, and coaxed her with a shameless tone, "I'm different, Ningning. Jiang Yining is healthy, can guard the house, and can also..."

He breathed into Jiang Yining's ear, his golden eyes filled with blatant innuendo: "I can also warm your bed."

"Bai Ze!" Jiang Yining pushed him away in embarrassment and annoyance.

"Alright, alright, I'm not teasing you anymore."

Bai Ze grabbed Jiang Yining's wrist with a force that was irresistible. "Come on, watch me practice my sword."

"I still need to check the accounts..."

"What are you checking accounts for? Your health is your most valuable asset."

Bai Ze ignored Jiang Yining's explanations and dragged her to the training ground.

This morning was a complete disaster.

Bai Ze was like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, desperately trying to display his masculine charm in front of Jiang Yining.

He would twirl the red-tasseled spear with a flourish, the tip creating a sharp gust of wind.

He wanted to teach Jiang Yining how to ride a horse, and insisted on riding with her.

The chestnut horse galloped wildly across the training ground. He sat behind Jiang Yining, his chest pressed tightly against her back, his two iron-like arms encircling her in his embrace.

With the horse's swaying, those hard muscles... Jiang Yining's back.

"Ningning, straighten your back."

Under the guise of correcting her posture, he moved his large hand upwards along Jiang Yining's waistline.

"Look, can that blind man lead you around like that?"

He whispered in Jiang Yining's ear, his voice a little hoarse, filled with a strong competitive spirit: "He can't even see the road, he just stays in that dark room and gets moldy."

"Only I can take you on a journey of unbridled freedom."

Jiang Yining felt weak all over from his aggressive aura, gritting her teeth and forcing herself to stay upright: "Bai Ze, put me down!"

"I won't let go."

Instead, he tightened his grip on the horse's flanks, making it run even faster: "Jiang Yining will show you who the real man is."

The next day, contrary to his usual behavior, Chu Sikong took the initiative to suggest going out.

"My wife, I'm getting moldy from being cooped up in the mansion all day."

He was dressed in a moon-white long robe with a jade belt around his waist, and looked handsome and refined.

"I want to go for a walk in the streets and listen to the sounds of everyday life."

Jiang Yining hesitated for a moment: "But your eyes..."

"With my wife here, what do I have to fear?"

He firmly grasped Jiang Yining's hand, their fingers intertwined: "My wife is my eyes."

Jiang Yining thought about it and realized that he had indeed been cooped up for a while, so it would be good for him to get some fresh air.

Who would have thought that once he stepped outside, Chu Sikong would become a completely different person.

Although he walks slowly in the mansion, he is steady on his feet.

But once they got to the street, he seemed to be inseparable from her, as if he wanted to cling to Jiang Yining.

"My wife, the road is uneven, hold my hand tightly."

"Wife, what's that for sale? It smells so good."

He stayed close to Jiang Yining as they walked down the bustling street.

Passersby frequently glanced at them.

But as soon as Jiang Yining tried to create some distance, Chu Sikong would immediately feign panic and grab Jiang Yining's wrist until it ached.

"My wife, don't leave me... I can't see... I'm scared..."

Jiang Yining had no choice but to let him lead her around.

Before I knew it, I had arrived at a pastry shop called "Su Xiang Zhai".

A rich, sweet aroma wafted over.

Chu Sikong paused, his nostrils flaring: "Wife, is this the smell of peach blossom pastry?"

"Yes, it's Su Xiang Zhai."

"I want to eat."

He shook Jiang Yining's hand like a begging child: "When my older brother was still alive, he often bought me peach blossom pastries from this store."

Jiang Yining's heart softened.

"Okay, I'll go buy it."

I bought a bag of freshly baked peach blossom pastries, they're still warm.

Jiang Yining took out a piece and handed it to him: "Here, be careful it's hot."

Chu Sikong did not reach out to take it.

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes, covered by a white silk veil, "looking" at Jiang Yining, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"My wife, feed me."

This is on the street!

"You take it and eat it yourself." Jiang Yining, being shy, pushed the pastry closer to his mouth. "Hurry up."

"Ah—" Chu Sikong opened his mouth, looking like he was starving for food, and leaned forward, as if he wouldn't stop until Jiang Yining fed him.

Jiang Yining was worn down by his nagging and had no choice but to pick up the pink peach blossom pastry and put it in his mouth.

Chu Sikong took a bite.

The flaky crust crumbled, revealing the soft and chewy filling inside.

But he didn't bite off the whole piece; he only took a bite of half.

Just as Jiang Yining was about to withdraw her hand, Chu Sikong Han stopped the two fingers that Jiang Yining was holding the pastry with.

"Sikong!"

Jiang Yining subconsciously tried to pull her hand back, but he gently closed it.

"Well……"

He cleaned off the crumbs and icing that were stuck to it.

The surrounding noise seemed to disappear in an instant.

Jiang Yining could only hear her own thunderous heartbeat and his slightly heavy breathing.

"My wife..."

Chu Sikong finally opened his mouth, licking the crumbs from the corner of his lips with lingering satisfaction.

That touch of crimson, contrasting against the pale lips, was breathtakingly alluring.

He leaned close to Jiang Yining's ear, his voice hoarse and sticky, carrying a sweet yet wicked quality:

"Sweeter than peach blossom pastry."

Jiang Yining blushed from her neck to her ears, looking like a boiled shrimp.

This is just too... too shameless!

Chu Sikong laughed wildly and arrogantly, wanting everyone to see it.

Let all those who covet my wife know who she truly is.

He gripped Jiang Yining's hand tightly again, forcefully inserting his fingers between hers and intertwining them.

"It's only natural for me to eat what my own wife feeds me."

Just then, across the street, a carriage with understated yet extremely luxurious decorations slowly came to a stop.

A corner of the brocade curtain on the window was lifted from the inside.

A hand with distinct knuckles was visible, gripping the window frame tightly. The knuckles cracked slightly from the strain.

Ji Lingxiao's face, which was usually as aloof as a snow lotus on a high mountain, was now as gloomy as water.

He stared at the scene not far away.

He looked at the woman who spoke coldly and sarcastically to him.

At this moment, however, she blushed deeply and allowed the blind man to be intimate with her in public.

"Good...very good."

Ji Lingxiao squeezed out these words through gritted teeth, his voice chilling.

He remembered that night at Zuixianlou, when she had blushed just like that...

But now...

Ji Lingxiao felt a surge of violent emotions raging in his chest.

I even had an impulse to rush down right now and chop off that blind man's hand!

Then he would capture that disobedient woman, lock her in a dark room deep within the Prime Minister's mansion, and make her watch over him and serve him day and night!