Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 651 - 323 Not Giving Up!_2

Chapter 651: Chapter 323 Not Giving Up!_2

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Therefore, how to maintain balance and handle feelings during interactions is something Jiang Shouzhong needs to explore and learn.

Which man wouldn’t want a harem like an emperor, but whether he’s capable of having one depends on his abilities.

Especially now, it’s not just these two women.

The other women that follow will be even more troublesome.

Xia He, Qiuye, and Jinxiu are relatively easy to deal with, since they’re inherently in servant roles and always keep their positions low, so there’s no fear of jealousy emerging.

As for Mengniang, she’s also easy to manage, being a Snake Demon with a carefree personality; she disdains such jealous competition.

The hardest one to handle is Ran Qingchen.

That girl is sensitive inside, yet very prideful—a quintessential jar of jealousy who loves to overthink. If not handled well, don’t even dream of living a peaceful harem life.

Jiang Shouzhong rubbed his forehead and let out a soft sigh.

Being a scumbag isn’t easy.

Just as the man lamented his troubles, the door to the room was gently pushed open.

Soon after, a slender figure slipped in as swiftly as the wind.

Jiang Shouzhong looked up and saw Qu Hongling standing elegantly before the bath barrel, gently pinching her dress with her jade-like fingers as she softly asked, "Jiang, do you need me to scrub your back?"

The girl’s eyes shimmered like peach blossoms, her exquisite and radiant face tinged with a hint of blush—it was the very image of a seductive little vixen.

A warm feeling stirred in Jiang Shouzhong’s heart, but he hesitated a little.

Next door was his master Dugu Luoxue’s room, and he feared that if he got too carried away, his master might overhear. That made him feel somewhat embarrassed.

However, before he had the chance to refuse, the girl had already started undressing on her own and climbed into the bath barrel.

As the girl’s smooth, delicate, and fragrant skin pressed against him, Jiang Shouzhong stopped worrying and instinctively wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly against himself.

The man lowered his head and took the girl’s cherry lips.

The two of them had tried every kind of intimacy imaginable back in Anhe Village; they were incredibly familiar with each other’s bodies.

Qu Hongling was nothing like the demure and shy demeanor of other girls.

After a long while, their lips parted.

Jiang Shouzhong lightly tapped the girl’s delicate nose and chuckled, saying, "If you wanted to bathe with me, just say it directly. Why bother booking a separate room?"

Qu Hongling’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she pouted her wet, glimmering lips, saying, "I didn’t want Miaomiao to see."

Jiang Shouzhong couldn’t help but laugh.

These two girls clearly held grudges in their hearts.

Qu Hongling wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, her long legs coiling around his waist—reminiscent of the playful scenes back in Anhe Village—but her expression now seemed somewhat gloomy.

"Jiang, don’t you like me as much as you used to?"

Jiang Shouzhong was momentarily stunned, gazing at the girl’s familiar yet slightly unfamiliar face, and softly replied:

"Of course, I like you just as much as before. Over the past year, I’ve often dreamed of you... and dreamed of Ye. In my heart, no one could ever replace you."

The corners of the girl’s lips inadvertently curved slightly.

She raised her jade-like fingers, tucked her wet bangs behind her ear, and rested her head against the man’s chest. "With those words, Hong’er is satisfied."

At that moment, the girl let out a soft gasp.

Qu Hongling wriggled her body slightly, her eyes seductive as silk while she looked at her lover. Tilting her neck and trembling slightly, she teasingly said:

"Hong’er once thought Jiang was a devoted and single-minded man, but now it seems you’re quite skilled at stirring up romantic troubles. Looking back, you must’ve harbored feelings for Ye too, didn’t you?"

Jiang Shouzhong’s heart skipped a beat.

The girl’s teasing struck a deep chord, exposing the feelings he had hidden in his heart.

In truth, Ye was the first woman he had genuinely admired—it was like an unreachable beam of moonlight, unattainable yet unforgettable.

Qu Hongling bit her lip, her voice tinged with grievance, "I casually brought up Ye’s name, and you—"

The girl abruptly halted her words.

She quickly grabbed the clothes she had discarded on the floor, hid them behind the screen, crouched down, and pressed her wet hair tightly against herself, submerging entirely into the water.

As she crouched down, her chin bumped against the "Divine Artifact."

Jiang Shouzhong was momentarily dumbfounded.

Soon enough, he understood the girl’s reaction.

The door suddenly swung open, and Yelü Miaomiao slipped into the room.

The girl peeked out her head, scanned the surroundings, then carefully closed the door as though sneaking around.

"Husband, shall Miaomiao scrub your back?"

Yelü Miaomiao clasped her hands behind her back, her pinky fingers lightly entwined, as she stood on tiptoe and sauntered toward the bath barrel, smiling mischievously.

Jiang Shouzhong’s expression turned peculiar.

So, both women didn’t want to bathe together in the same room, yet they each wanted to sneak in and bathe with him.

Qu Hongling, being his old flame, wasn’t shy.

Yelü Miaomiao, with her straightforward and bold nature typical of prairie girls, was even more unabashed.

Neither seemed to mind sharing a lover’s intimacy in this setting.

"Uh..."

Jiang Shouzhong didn’t know what to say.

Inside the bath barrel, Qu Hongling lightly tapped his calf, clearly hinting for him to send Yelü Miaomiao away.

However, just like Qu Hongling earlier, before Jiang Shouzhong could say anything, Yelü Miaomiao had already begun undoing her sash.

In an instant, her flawless jade-like figure, radiant like an exquisite piece of artwork, lit up the entire room.

Yelü Miaomiao raised a finger to her lips, motioning for quiet, as she spoke with a coquettish yet shy tone, "Consider yourself fortunate. The princess herself will serve you."

"Wait!"

Jiang Shouzhong instinctively tried to stop her.

Yelü Miaomiao lightly touched the tip of her toe against the edge of the bath barrel and slid gracefully into the water.

Splash!

Water splashed everywhere.

Fortunately, the barrel was large enough. Jiang Shouzhong quickly pulled Qu Hongling close to himself so she wouldn’t be stepped on by Yelü Miaomiao.

The three of them stared at each other, the atmosphere turning strangely awkward.

Yelü Miaomiao, recovering from her astonishment, looked at Qu Hongling emerging from the water, her reddened face twisting into a cold smirk as she sneered, "Some people really know how to act! Obviously thinking about bathing together with a man, yet deliberately booking a separate room."

Interrupted in her affectionate moment, Qu Hongling felt equally annoyed and retorted, "Look who’s talking! Aren’t you doing the same?"

"I came to scrub my husband’s back."

"How coincidental. So did I."

"Look at how wide your legs are spread. Is that what you call scrubbing a back?"

"Weren’t you planning to spread yours too?"

"Humph! Truly shameless."

"Ha! Someone’s even more brazen than me!"

"..."

Inside the barrel, the three were squeezed together.

The man looked helplessly at the two girls engaged in a verbal duel and cautiously suggested, "Since everyone’s here, why don’t we... bathe together?"

"I’m not bathing with her!"

"I’m not bathing with her!"

The two girls glared at each other, speaking in unison.

Qu Hongling pointed toward the door and said to Yelü Miaomiao, "I came first. Let’s observe the order of arrivals; you should leave."

Yelü Miaomiao sneered, "And so what if you came first? I’m the princess, and if I want to bathe with my husband, no one has the right to intervene. If you’re unhappy about it, you can leave."

"I’m not leaving."

"Well, neither am I."

Qu Hongling scooped some water with her palm and gently washed Jiang Shouzhong’s chest, coldly saying, "Whether you leave or not doesn’t matter to me. I’m helping Jiang bathe."

"I already said I’d scrub his back."

Yelü Miaomiao gritted her teeth and, grabbing the man’s body, turned him around and started scrubbing his back with a towel.

And thus, Jiang Shouzhong found himself caught in the middle.

Their soft and delicate touch made him wince slightly, a mix of pleasure upon pleasure.

As they bathed, the water in the barrel began to ripple and splash noisily.

...

Next door.

Dugu Luoxue lay fully immersed in her bath barrel, listening to the sounds coming from the adjacent room. Her usually ethereal and aloof face was tinged with a seductive blush.

She closed her eyes, forming hand seals to calm herself.

But the magical sounds disrupted her focus, scattering the fragments of her mind.

"You brat, don’t you ever rest?"

Dugu Luoxue slapped the water’s surface hard, the magnificent sight bouncing with the ripples.

In her haze, she found herself inexplicably drawn to the idea of going to the adjacent room.

Dugu Luoxue stared at the wall.

Her gaze turned dreamy.

It was as if she could see into the room beyond.

Perhaps unknowingly, or perhaps driven by some inner desire, she unconsciously spread her legs slightly, facing the wall—or more accurately, Jiang Shouzhong beyond it.

In an instant, a wave of indescribable and overwhelming pleasure surged through her.

But within mere seconds, Dugu Luoxue snapped back to reality, sitting upright abruptly, beads of sweat—or perhaps water—dripping from her forehead as her body trembled fiercely.

She clenched her fists tightly, her sharp nails nearly drawing blood.

"I won’t lose!"