TSWRLM -Chapter 79 You Think I’m Old?

Shen Qingyuan went on a drunken rampage, renouncing all family ties. Chun Xi had to coax and coax him before she finally got him back to Wenxin Courtyard.

Once they left, Wu slammed the table in anger: “This unfilial child is getting more and more reckless. Tomorrow, when he’s sober, I’ll make him kneel and properly apologize!”

Madam Mo also recovered her composure and smiled: “Anyway, as long as you can control him, I’ll split all the benefits with you.”

Thinking of the generous dowry Madam Xiao had left behind, Wu’s anger eased a bit: “He’s going to Xuzhou soon. Whether I can control him or not doesn’t matter; as long as I can control that little she-devil, that’s enough.”

Wu was confident, thinking handling Chun Xi would be easy.

Madam Mo secretly chuckled.

If only this little she-devil were really so easy to control. Once this old hag gets a taste of her own medicine at Chun Xi’s hands, that would be Madam Mo’s moment to reclaim the upper hand.

Ignoring Madam Mo’s thoughts, Wu said: “If you want me to help punish that little she-devil, you must first respect me. Starting today, I will live in the main house. My body isn’t what it used to be, so I need at least seven or eight maids to attend to me, and all my clothing is old—it must be replaced. I won’t wear anything that isn’t top quality.”

Just as when she and her family had first come to seek refuge with her son, Wu, though smelling of a peasant, carried herself with great authority.

Madam Mo, unwilling to give up the main house, forced a calm tone: “The Marquis comes back to the mansion from time to time. It might not be proper to give up the main house. However, I’ve had your previous residence cleaned up. The arrangements were done with care; if there’s anything you’re dissatisfied with, it can be replaced.”

With the Marquis mentioned, Wu had no choice but to inspect the courtyard reluctantly.

Having lived in Hanjing for several years, Wu could discern quality. After walking through the house, she demanded that the bedding, bed curtains, tea sets, tables, and chairs be completely replaced.

“Everything here is clearly cheap, hastily bought from outside. So, once your plan succeeds, you want to kick me out and take all the benefits for yourself?”

Wu’s murky but sharp eyes fixed on Madam Mo like hooks. Madam Mo cursed the old hag inwardly but smiled outwardly: “It’s the servants’ fault for being careless. Now that we’re on the same side, how could I possibly drive you out?”

To appease Wu, Madam Mo quickly had everything in the house replaced.

Once Wu settled in, Madam Mo left for the main house, her expression immediately darkening.

This old hag… once my Yue’er successfully inherits the heirship, you won’t escape the consequences!

Back in Wenxin Courtyard, Chun Xi had finally coaxed Shen Qingyuan into bed and rushed to the small kitchen to make a soup to sober him up. Just as she lit the fire, she saw Shen Qingyuan standing by the stove, eyes softly fixed on her.

“Sir, didn’t you promise to lie down and sleep? Why are you up again?”

“I’m not sleepy. And I like watching you.”

Shen Qingyuan had been stern and harsh in front of Wu and Mo, but in front of Chun Xi, he was gentle and candid, saying things like this without hesitation.

Chun Xi didn’t take it seriously, nodding as if soothing a child: “I know you like me, and I like you too. But you’re drunk—why don’t you rest first?”

Shen Qingyuan frowned, displeased: “You don’t want to be with me. You don’t like me.”

“I do…”

Chun Xi tried to explain, but before she could finish, Shen Qingyuan crouched in front of her by the stove.

The space was cramped, stacked with firewood. Adding Shen Qingyuan’s tall, broad frame, the area felt suffocating. With the heat from the fire, Chun Xi felt as if she’d fallen into an oven.

Shen Qingyuan seemed oblivious and stared at her, asking: “Do you despise me for having caused the death of two previous wives?”

“No, I’ve already said it—only you could despise me. How could I ever despise you?”

“Then… do you think I’m old?”

“You’re only eight or nine years older than me—not even thirty yet. Not old at all.”

Chun Xi answered truthfully, but Shen Qingyuan was unsatisfied: “Not old doesn’t mean not a little old.”

“No, I didn’t mean that, sir. You misunderstood.”

Chun Xi realized drunk Shen Qingyuan interpreted things differently. She tried to explain, but next, she found herself hoisted onto his shoulders.

Suddenly suspended in midair, Chun Xi had to hold onto his belt to avoid falling.

“Sir, don’t be impulsive! I really don’t think you’re old. If you want to stay here by the fire, fine—I won’t chase you away!”

She tried negotiating with the drunk man, but Shen Qingyuan ignored her, carrying her back to the room and placing her on the bed.

Then… he started taking off his clothes!

Shen Qingyuan moved so fast Chun Xi barely reacted. He stripped off his shirt, leaving only his underpants.

Having carried her and been near the fire, Shen Qingyuan was sweating. His well-defined chest glistened with tiny beads of sweat, looking irresistibly enticing.

Chun Xi stared, unable to look away, feeling both parched and strangely tempted.

This is… a little dangerous.

But he’s Sir Shen… and he’s drunk. If she acted now, would it be taking advantage? Would he be angry when sober?

Caught in her inner struggle, Shen Qingyuan climbed onto the bed, closing in, and in a childish, sulky tone said:

“Wife, touch it. You’ll see—I’m really not old.”

“…!!!”

Sir, my willpower is weak enough already, and we are married. If you tempt me like this, I might not be able to resist!

Chun Xi swallowed, clinging to her last thread of reason: “Sir, you’re drunk. Let’s wait until after the soup, okay?”

“I know exactly what I’m doing.”

Shen Qingyuan’s tone deepened. The next moment, he took Chun Xi’s hand and placed it on his chest.

Chun Xi’s lashes trembled, but she could feel the sensation clearly.

His chest, damp with light sweat, was hot and firm. She felt his heart beating powerfully, thumping against her palm, sending tingles up her arm.

She forced herself to speak, resisting the urge to squeeze: “Sir, now I understand. Your body is really strong… not old at all. You’ll surely live a long life!”

“And then?”

Shen Qingyuan’s eyes darkened, like an endless abyss ready to swallow Chun Xi whole.

Her throat tightened. Her mind went blank. She could only timidly ask: “And then… what?”

He let go of her wrist, leaned close to her neck, almost pressing against her, and whispered: “Don’t you want to try?”

Chun Xi: “…???”

Try what? How?