Fairy, help me cultivate.

Su Ning quickly replied, "I've been gone for several days, searching for a skin-regenerating elixir for my husband."

Jiang Baisha chuckled self-deprecatingly: "What's the use?"

Su Ning dared not respond.

"In the evening, prepare a good meal and invite Chen Yao over. Firstly, to express my gratitude; secondly, to congratulate him on joining the Elders Council."

"Yes, I will go back and prepare."

Su Ning's voice trembled at the end.

……

Chen Yao walked out of Jiang Mengyang's small building and learned that he had become a member of the Jiang Clan Elders' Council, which made him feel a little strange.

He didn't expect it to be so easy. In a large family, there are bound to be all sorts of interests involved, and it's impossible for everyone to work together towards the same goal.

Although Jiang Mengyang spoke lightly, Chen Yao believed that the process was definitely not easy. He had prepared a set of arguments to persuade the elders, but now it seemed that he would not need them.

He asked Jiang Mengyang about his current authority and whether he was able to assign tasks to some of the Jiang family members.

Therefore, he immediately issued a mission to some of the Night Blades to secretly investigate the whereabouts of Nine Falls.

"Chen...Yao..."

The timid call pulled Chen Yao back to reality. Among the overlapping shadows of the flowers, Su Ning's delicate and pretty face was hidden.

Her eyes were tinged with a peach-colored hue, as if she had been crying.

"You cried?"

Chen Yao walked over and said, not without a hint of teasing, "Brother Jiang is awake, why are you still crying?"

Su Ning said nothing, lowering her head, "Yes... my husband asked me to invite you to the banquet, you must come..."

Because she was afraid of not being able to get Chen Yao's attention, her voice trembled at the end, and she also lost her manners.

Chen Yao didn't seem to care much: "Then let's go! I was just thinking of thanking you in person. If it weren't for Brother Jiang, Jiang Bailin and I wouldn't have been so lucky to hold out until the Ancestor arrived."

"Ah."

Su Ning responded absentmindedly.

Enter Jiang Baisha's courtyard.

"A rare guest! A distinguished guest!"

Jiang Baisha was already waiting under the eaves, pushing the wheel forward with great enthusiasm.

Chen Yao could tell that Jiang Baisha was sincere, so he quickly took a few steps and rushed to help push his wheelchair.

"We're family, why are you being so polite?"

Jiang Baisha paused for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Not bad, not bad! We're family. I really shouldn't have said those official platitudes. But, little brother, without you, I'm afraid I, Jiang Baisha, would be in grave danger this time. My death is nothing to regret, but it's a pity that Third Uncle is without a helper."

Chen Yao shook his head: "Without you, I'm afraid I would have died in the Fire Brocade Serpent."

"But if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have met the Fire Brocade Serpent."

The two looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Jiang Baisha then noticed that Su Ning was still following behind and scolded, "Slacking off again! Hurry up and check if the dishes have been arranged yet!"

Su Ning snapped out of her daze: "Yes, yes!"

He turned and quickly walked toward the kitchen.

“When you were unconscious, your sister-in-law took care of you in the best of her ability.”

Chen Yao felt that Jiang Baisha's attitude towards Su Ning was too bad, so he stood up for her.

Jiang Baisha smiled and said, "You feel sorry for her?"

Chen Yao's expression changed, and her tone turned cold: "What are you saying? If you're deliberately trying to make me uncomfortable, then I'll take my leave!"

Jiang Baisha quickly grabbed Chen Yao's sleeve, causing his wheelchair to swirl around: "Brother, brother! Don't be angry! I was just happy, but I didn't know my limits and went too far with the joke!"

Chen Yao turned around: "How could you make such a joke about someone who has worked so hard for you?"

"Yes, yes, my brother is right!"

“Brother, I’m not trying to lecture you. We cultivators are not only different from ordinary people, but you should also cherish the blessing of having such a virtuous partner.”

Jiang Baisha nodded repeatedly, his attitude extremely sincere.

But in his heart, he thought much more highly of Chen Yao.

People say he's a womanizer, and he's had affairs with quite a few women, but surprisingly, he's still quite virtuous.

My words just now were a test, and my response was genuine.

"Come on, brother, take your seat! I'll drink a penalty cup as an apology!"

Chen Yao accepted it, then suddenly called out to Su Ning, who was about to go to the kitchen to urge the food to be cooked: "The person you should apologize to the most is your sister-in-law."

Upon hearing this, Su Ning turned pale with fright.

Chapter 133 The Dumpling's Kiss

Jiang Baisha's eyes were not pleasant, and his expression became even more ferocious.

As for Su Ning, she was even more terrified. Her eyes, brimming with tears, stared at Chen Yao, as if questioning him about what he had done wrong to deserve such torment.

Chen Yao frowned, not thinking the situation was that serious.

“My sister-in-law works hard without complaint, and I really should thank her! Of course, this is a private matter between you and your husband, and it’s not something I, as an outsider, can interfere with.”

Jiang Baisha paused for a moment, holding his wine glass, before smiling and saying to Su Ning, "Brother is absolutely right, Su Ning. I've been the one to wrong you all this time. I apologize to you."

Su Ning was stunned for a while, unsure whether to accept the cup or not.

Chen Yao handed her a glass of wine.

Hesitantly, both surprised and fearful, she accepted the drink and drank it under the watchful eyes of Chen Yao and Jiang Baisha.

Jiang Baisha showed no sign of his earlier displeasure, but instead said happily, "Brother is right. To be honest, I was indeed a bit harsh on your sister-in-law before. I won't be like that from now on."

He said the last sentence while looking at Su Ning.

Su Ning was even more panicked, but she knew that Jiang Baisha always kept his word. After realizing this, she was more surprised than scared.

How could Chen Yao's kind words change his decades-long situation in the Jiang family?

"Come, Su Ning, you should also take your seat today. I'm not feeling well and can't drink too much, so you can keep my brother company for me."

Jiang Baisha pulled out a chair for Su Ning.

Su Ning was flattered and overwhelmed.

Chen Yao glanced at Jiang Baisha, but didn't say anything in front of Su Ning.

Su Ning felt as if she were in a dream, her heart filled with gratitude for Chen Yao.

After several rounds of drinks and several dishes, Jiang Baisha, feeling unwell, left the table.

After a while, Su Ning gracefully walked in again to eat and drink with Chen Yao.

Chen Yao felt it wasn't appropriate for a lone man and woman to stay any longer, so he got up to leave. But then he saw Su Ning frantically grab his sleeve. He didn't know if she was too excited or a little tipsy, but she ended up throwing herself into Chen Yao's arms.

A delicate fragrance wafted over, and the two soft mounds, first concave and then overflowing, couldn't help but stir Chen Yao's heart.

Su Ning's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were brimming with tears, but she did not let go.

"sister in law……"

"Chen Yao, you are the benefactor who gave me a second life."

"Sister-in-law, you flatter me."

Su Ning, tears streaming down her face, looked up at him and said, “My husband is very stubborn at home and very strict with me. He has never been so kind to me in all these decades. He… but he always keeps his word, so he won’t treat me like he used to. I’m so happy. Please give me a chance to thank you.”

"He...abused you?"

A hint of fear surfaced in Su Ning's eyes, and she smiled sadly: "She is called a wife, but in reality, she is just a servant."

"I didn't expect this..."

Su Ning shook her head: "There's no point in saying more. Can you stay a little longer? Even if it's just for me?"

Chen Yao couldn't quite bear her pitiful appearance, so he nodded.

Su Ning seemed very happy, so she simply sat down next to him and served him food and poured him wine.

The two chatted and laughed for a while, but gradually ran out of things to talk about.

Fueled by the wine and the candlelight, Su Ning's flushed face broke into a smile as she suddenly glanced at him sideways: "Brother, when has it been since you last met with your wife?"

Chen Yao paused for a moment, observing her expression and the direction of her gaze, and realized that Su Ning was referring to his natural erection when the two of them were pressed together earlier.

He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed: "I've been very busy with administrative matters lately, and I really haven't had time."

Su Ning nodded, her head bowed low. After a long while, she whispered, "I heard that you were quite the ladies' man in your youth?"

In this regard, Chen Yao was very frank: "I do have a few close female friends, but it all happened naturally and was mutual..."

His voice trailed off as if in a sigh, as he thought of his senior sisters trapped in the Qiankun Wudiban.

Su Ning glanced at him, observing his expression: "Missing them? Why not bring them over?"

Chen Yao shook his head with a wry smile and did not reply.

"So, brother, you're having trouble relieving your loneliness now?"

That was a rather blunt question.

Chen Yao raised an eyebrow and glanced at her sideways, noticing that their hands were very close together.

Su Ning had drunk some wine, and even her small hands had turned a peach-colored hue, making one want to hold and play with them.

Chen Yao moved his hand that was resting on the table, and the small, peach-colored hand came over and was covered by his hand.

Su Ning let out a soft "Mmm," her face still showing a hint of panic. She looked out and saw that the door was tightly closed, and then she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She knew she was wrong, but perhaps because she had been drinking, she couldn't control herself.

Chen Yao gripped the small hand in hers tighter; it was soft, boneless, smooth, and gentle.