MGASC -Chapter 17 Stirring with Desire, Wanting to Conquer Him

Lin Tianyue listened to the sound of running water, and without realizing it, images began forming in his mind—clear water flowing over her body, fragrant and alluring scenes unfolding one after another.

Her skin was very fair, her waist slender, and the arms and calves exposed outside were like tender white lotus roots…

As he thought about it, and then recalled how she’d spoken to him through the door earlier, even her voice seemed to carry a bit more playfulness and charm than he remembered.

Lin Tianyue pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking, What’s wrong with me?

It wasn’t like they hadn’t lived together before. He’d never been this hopeless back then. Now she was just taking a bath, and he was already letting his imagination run wild, his heart restless and agitated.

He couldn’t stay in this room anymore. His whole body felt swollen with pent-up heat. He felt he had to go out and get some air. But just as he opened the door, that sweet voice sounded again—

“Where are you going?”

“I… I’ll go take a walk.”

“Then bolt the door properly. I’m alone here… I’m scared.”

Zhang Qiao said this while scooping water over herself.

Zhang Song had suddenly come to the house and made a scene today, and she was still a little shaken. She knew that houses in the countryside didn’t offer the same privacy as the apartment buildings that came later.

What if he went out and another man came into the house…

But as she listened, the sound of the door opening outside disappeared again.

Zhang Qiao tilted her head to listen. “Lin Tianyue, did you leave?”

No one answered.

“Lin Tianyue, did you really leave?”

Still no response.

“Oh wow, you really left. Stinky man, where’s your sense of responsibility? Your drop-dead gorgeous wife is taking a bath, and you just go out without a care? How can your heart be that big? What if a pervert breaks in? Hmph, men really have zero awareness of their wife’s peerless beauty…”

Zhang Qiao muttered her complaints nonstop.

After transmigrating here, she’d discovered that the original Zhang Qiao was stunning—one of those delicate, innocent-looking beauties who easily stirred affection in men. Her features were exquisite, her skin flawless, and her proportions so perfect they looked like Nuwa’s graduation project.

Before entering the novel, Zhang Qiao herself had been rather ordinary-looking. She’d even been rejected by big companies during job interviews because of her appearance. Later, she chose to become a beauty blogger and trained her makeup skills obsessively, just to gain some confidence and self-assurance. In the end, through sheer effort, she managed to get fans to call her a “beauty”—but that was all post-makeup. It couldn’t compare at all to Zhang Qiao’s naturally enchanting, soul-stealing looks.

Now, Zhang Qiao absolutely adored this face of hers. She felt that if she were a man, she’d fall in love with herself too.

It was her first time being a beauty—naturally, she couldn’t help feeling smug. Without thinking, she blurted out her honest thoughts.

Who would have guessed that outside the door—

“I didn’t leave!”

When the muffled voice came through, Zhang Qiao let out a startled cry, instantly wishing she could crawl into a hole.

He was outside—so why hadn’t he made a sound?!

Still… didn’t this prove that this guy was actually pretty obedient?

She told him to stay, and he really didn’t leave.

He gave her money, did housework, could fight, even heated water for her bath. Most importantly, this rugged man hit every single one of her aesthetic sweet spots.

She was already itching with temptation, wanting to sleep her way into taming him…

Zhang Qiao finished her bath and changed clothes. Only after making sure all the buttons were properly fastened did she open the door.

Lin Tianyue was lying on a long wooden bench outside, looking like he was asleep.

He had broad shoulders, long legs, and was tall, but the bench was narrow and long. Lying there, one leg was planted on the ground, the other awkwardly bent at the knee, both hands tucked under his head. He lay stiffly like that—ridiculous, yet somehow pitiful.

Thinking he was asleep, Zhang Qiao tiptoed out to get something, only to hear his deep voice suddenly sound out:

“Finished bathing?”

“…You weren’t asleep?!”

He sprang up and strode over, turning sideways as he brushed past Zhang Qiao standing in the doorway.

Her cool, damp hair was still dripping, and one drop fell onto his arm.

He also caught the faint scent of locust blossoms on her body—sweet and soft.

Lin Tianyue lowered his head to look at the water droplet on his arm, said nothing, and went inside. He glanced at the aluminum basin in the middle of the floor, casually grabbed the clothes Zhang Qiao had changed out of, and dumped them all inside.

“Go sleep first. I’ll wash the clothes.”

The man was incredibly strong. He lifted the aluminum basin and strode out decisively.

Zhang Qiao hurriedly stepped aside to make room, thinking, He even knows how to wash clothes!!!

Affection points plus ten!

As far as she knew, men of this era were more or less chauvinistic—fond of playing the lord and letting their wives serve them. Lin Tianyue was tall and rugged, a rough, manly guy inside and out. Who would’ve thought he’d have no baggage at all—equally at home entertaining guests and cooking in the kitchen? And with that much strength, once he got into the bridal chamber, he’d definitely be…

Zhang Qiao patted her face. God, my thoughts are wandering again.

It had to be because she’d been single for too long before entering the novel—and this man’s sexual tension was just too explosive for her to hold steady.

Back when she was a blogger, she’d come into contact with plenty of elite bigshots and young celebrity heartthrobs. But those people were groomed to an almost excessive level—there was distance and visual appeal, sure, but far less raw sexual attraction.

For over twenty years, it wasn’t that she wanted to be single. It was that no one had truly attracted her—she’d been single by force of circumstance.

But Lin Tianyue was different. He had a natural, unpolished wildness and tension about him, combined with the powerful muscles forged through years of labor. It was incredibly sexy, and it took very little to send Zhang Qiao’s thoughts astray.

Zhang Qiao stood at the doorway, watching Lin Tianyue wash clothes for a while. She smiled softly, then turned back inside to sleep.

The pink mosquito net was festive, yet carried a hint of coquettish sensuality.

After lying down, she didn’t turn off the light. Turning her back, she silently stared at the wall inside.

After an unknown amount of time, her eyelids began to droop.

Half-asleep, she vaguely heard someone come in and call her name:

“Zhang Qiao? Zhang Qiao? Are you asleep?”

In her dazed state, Zhang Qiao felt like she answered, though in reality she didn’t respond at all.

Lin Tianyue stood there, looking at her sleeping form through the mosquito net. She was sleeping with her back to him, that graceful silhouette like a wordless rejection.

Lin Tianyue sighed softly, then went outside to bring in a chair and two long benches. He added a layer of bedding on top, barely managing to put together a makeshift bed before lying down.

As he turned off the light, he silently thought—Should I go buy a single bed tomorrow?

…

The next morning, Zhang Qiao woke up and casually reached out beside her—grabbing nothing.

Still groggy, she opened her eyes, lifted the mosquito net, and saw the long bench and bedding placed against the opposite wall.

How someone had slept last night was immediately obvious.

Zhang Qiao turned her head back, staring at the garishly pink top of the mosquito net, and silently cursed: Straight man!

No wonder he’s so handsome yet can’t keep his wife’s heart. With moves this straight, being able to marry a wife at all is already a blessing from three lifetimes.

After getting up, Zhang Qiao found the house eerily quiet. Just as she was wondering why, she spotted a note Lin Tianyue had left on the Eight Immortals table:

The kids are sick. I took them to the clinic.

The three little ones are sick?

Zhang Qiao frowned deeply. She did a quick wash, grabbed some money, didn’t even have time to make breakfast, and hurried out as well.

She’d slept too deeply last night—she didn’t even remember when Lin Tianyue came in, let alone whether the three kids had made any noise.

As soon as she reached the main road, she saw Chen Gang riding a motorcycle, rushing along in a hurry.

Zhang Qiao quickly called out, “Chen Gang, where are you going? Could you take me to the clinic?”

Chen Gang said, “Oh, sister-in-law! I’m heading to the clinic too. Brother Yue said the three kids ate something bad. They’ve been vomiting and having diarrhea all morning—really suffering!”

As he spoke, he cast her a meaningful glance.