Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 342 - 198: Riding the Swing Car_2

Chapter 342: Chapter 198: Riding the Swing Car_2

During her contemplation, a piece of braised pork found its way into her bowl.

"You’ve lost quite a bit of weight from the recent investigations, eat more meat. Look at Jinxiu, plump and adorable."

Jiang Shouzhong teased, casually adding a piece to Jinxiu’s bowl as well.

"Are you saying I’m fat?" Jinxiu’s eyes brimmed with tears.

Jiang Shouzhong sized up Jinxiu and nodded slowly, "Yes, fat, just like a fairy from the heavens."

Jinxiu couldn’t tell if he was complimenting or mocking her and pouted.

Ran Qingchen stared at the braised pork in her bowl, tilting her head thoughtfully before breaking into a smile, she opened her cherry lips and began eating, seemingly having realized something. Occasionally, she looked at Jinxiu with a smile.

After dinner, Jiang Shouzhong didn’t rest but took advantage of the not yet deep night to practice his punches in the spacious courtyard.

Because Ran Qingchen was the new head of the residence, few outsiders disturbed the quiet independent courtyard, which Jiang Shouzhong quite enjoyed.

Ran Qingchen dealt with some affairs in the study after dinner. When she returned and saw Jiang Shouzhong practicing his punches, she involuntarily slowed her pace, standing gracefully at the threshold, watching intently.

After Jiang Shouzhong finished practicing his punches, Ran Qingchen asked curiously, "Have you learned swordsmanship?"

Jiang Shouzhong paused and nodded slightly, "I have."

"Show me."

Ran Qingchen became interested.

Jiang Shouzhong didn’t understand why she suddenly wanted to see him practice the sword, but recalling the swordsmanship taught to him by Yan Changqing, he simply flourished it a few times.

"What swordsmanship is this?"

Ran Qingchen watched, somewhat stunned.

Jiang Shouzhong, with a flush of embarrassment on his face, chuckled and said, "Just messing around."

Ran Qingchen’s eyes narrowed slightly as she pondered. Then, suddenly, she asked, "Do you still remember the Unparalleled Sword Skill?"

Jiang Shouzhong nodded softly.

That swordsmanship had been etched into his heart; he couldn’t possibly forget it.

Ran Qingchen went back to her room to take out the "Cutting Love Sword" and said to Jiang Shouzhong, "Try practicing it once."

Now that she had attained the state of "Love-void," Ran Qingchen was curious if she could cultivate her mother’s Unparalleled Sword Skill with such a mindset. If she could successfully complete the training, she wondered what sort of power it would wield.

"Now?"

Jiang Shouzhong was astonished.

Ran Qingchen’s slender brows furrowed slightly, "Is it inconvenient?"

Jiang Shouzhong shook his head and smiled, "No."

He drew the Spirit Water Sword, which his wife had given him, its blade rippling with a babbling light, as clear as autumn water, exuding an ethereal presence against the backdrop of night, stark against the dark surroundings.

"Begin."

Ran Qingchen took a deep breath and began swinging her sword.

The two stood apart in the courtyard, each moving their long swords like clouds and flowing water, seemingly as two streams of valley breeze, undisturbed by each other, yet subtly interweaving an invisible rhythm... The Unparalleled Sword Skill began with each practicing on their own.

For a fleeting moment, as swords crossed paths, they delicately grazed each other, with the tip and spine creating subtle sparks in the air.

Ran Qingchen, already a master of great innate talent in the Sword Dao, swung her sword as if merging with the heavens, harmoniously in tune with nature, surrounded by an extraordinary aura, as if she were a conduit for the essence of the universe.

At that moment, her three thousand strands of hair flowed with the sword dance, adding an air of grace in the hazy night, like the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady descending, untouched by worldly dust.

Jiang Shouzhong, aided by the Taoist River Map, could adeptly cultivate any technique in the world, each move and stroke exuding strength through the tip of his sword, revealing an unmatched masculine power.

At this time, he was as fierce as the burning sun, his formidable momentum giving off a sense of vigorous, unstoppable vitality.

Yin and Yang, male and female.

As they both progressed in their swordsmanship, from initially acting independently to gradually synchronizing their movements and breath like converging tides, from sparse to dense, an understanding silently took root.

In the flickering sword light, strength and flexibility ingeniously intertwined.

Stroke by stroke, as if pulled by an invisible thread, the movements fluidly wove together, entwining.

In the end, their two figures nearly overlapped, becoming indistinguishable.

Under the drive of the swordsmanship, they were both completely lost in a state of self-forgetfulness.

As the final move came to an abrupt halt, a powerful Sword Qi surged forth, invisible yet sharp enough to slice through the surrounding peace, twisting and layering, crafting a fluid tapestry.

The stars and moonlight seemed to sway gently at that moment, as if drawn by the dance.

The Sword Intent was lingering, echoing endlessly.

At that moment, the boundary between heaven and earth blurred, the surrounding scenery veiled in a dreamlike gossamer, carving out a small world separate from reality where Sword Intents crossed and intertwined.

As the melody of the swordplay faded, the two gradually came back to their senses.

However, when their consciousness returned to reality, the scene before them left them stunned and pale.

Two bodies were tightly embraced, like vines and an ancient tree entangled for years, inseparable.

Their heartbeats were palpable through their thin clothing.

Two warm lips were mere millimeters apart, the delicate closeness almost tangible yet untouched, each breath felt, carrying a hint of warmth and sweetness.

The two stared dumbfounded, as if their brains had short-circuited.

"Miss, I just—"

The maid Jinxiu’s voice stopped abruptly.

With her hands hurriedly covering her eyes, she turned and ran away in a disordered pace, leaving behind a string of bell-like exclamations: "I didn’t see anything, really, I saw nothing..."

Only then did the two fully awaken, their bodies tensing suddenly, and then, like two repelled magnets, they sprang apart, their gazes meeting amidst a mix of embarrassment and helplessness.

"Cough, cough..."

Jiang Shouzhong hadn’t expected the "Unparalleled Sword Skill" to be so affectionate; he scratched his head, wanting to say something, but said nothing.

Ran Qingchen’s face flushed, her heartbeat thunderous.

The atmosphere was unbearably awkward.

Jiang Shouzhong eventually broke the silence first, "I’m going to rest."

Listening to the man’s footsteps fading away, Ran Qingchen’s heart gradually calmed from its whirlwind of embarrassment and panic.

She bit her lower lip gently, her eyes flickering with reflection and complexity.

Then, with furrowed brows, she picked up her sword, her gaze filled with utter confusion as she muttered, "Why did it turn out like this? Why didn’t the ’Love-void’ state work on the Unparalleled Sword Skill?"

The woman was at a loss for answers.

She looked down at her Cutting Love Sword and noticed two new lines of text on the blade:

"Love deep as the sea, helps one cross as self; Love light as smoke, dissipates with the wind..."

——

Jiang Shouzhong returned to his room to find Jinxiu had already prepared hot water in the bathing tub.

Jiang Shouzhong undressed and settled into the steaming tub, contentedly squinting his eyes, savoring the refreshing sensation as his pores opened.

Thinking back on the incident, the man was speechless.

Some Unparalleled Sword Skill, it might as well be called the Affection-displaying Swordsmanship.

It made things awkward.

But upon reflection, Jiang Shouzhong had to admit that his wife’s "Mugua" were really frightening. No wonder she usually wrapped them tightly; walking with them was truly a burden.

Splash—

A soft and fragrant body appeared in the water.

Mengniang’s delicate arms encircled the man’s neck, her lips curved into a teasing smile, "Feeling good tonight, aren’t you? Don’t you think your own wife is the sweetest?"

Jiang Shouzhong lowered his head and kissed Mengniang’s lips, laughing helplessly, "It was just an accident during sword practice. I can tell she’s really not planning to find a man. Qingchen’s aura has grown even stronger these last few days; I’m starting to suspect that one day she might just ascend and leave."

"Why not try pursuing her? Such an ethereal wife would be a pity to miss out on," Mengniang teased.

Jiang Shouzhong shook his head lightly, "Although I don’t deny being a scoundrel, I still have to be responsible for Miaomiao and all of you. Beauties will never cease to exist in this world; I can’t just chase each one I see."

"My master is indeed sober-minded. But sometimes, the less you want something, the easier it is to obtain it..."

Mengniang’s words were cut off as the man pressed her under the water.

Jiang wants you to be quiet.

Jiang Shouzhong lifted his head and exhaled.

Being with Mengniang was the most comfortable; no need to think about anything, just let the lower half do the thinking.

Jiang Shouzhong whispered, "Mengniang, tonight I want to ride the rocker."

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