READ NOVEL ONLINE Chapter 182: You Really Plan to Go Back to Your Room to Sleep?
Chapter 182: You Really Plan to Go Back to Your Room to Sleep?
Lin Wencheng immediately panicked and hurriedly said, “There’s no need for that. You know, your old man is getting on in years, and my legs aren’t as agile as they used to be…”
“Most importantly, your mother is used to a life of luxury. I’m afraid she won’t be able to handle the hard life.”
Lin Fengmian rolled his eyes and said, “Stop pretending to be a literary man?”
Lin Wencheng replied angrily, “Kid, your old man was just pretending to make you feel guilty.”
Of course, Lin Fengmian knew his father’s personality. He took out several boxes of gold and silver treasures, as well as cultural artifacts and calligraphy from his storage ring.
Lin Wencheng immediately realized that these were the family’s long-time savings, especially the calligraphy and books, which were his favorites.
He couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise, “These, I thought they were all lost.”
“Senior Sister Liu helped keep them. She just gave them to me when she left.”
Lin Fengmian had not expected Liu Mei to be so considerate and could not help but look at her with renewed respect.
“Thank Senior Sister Liu for me. You can’t judge a person by their appearance.”
Lin Wencheng beamed with happiness. With these items, he wouldn’t have to be Old Lin anymore; he could be Young Lin once again.
After a moment, the two of them sat down again. Lin Fengmian felt uneasy and asked, “Father, you’re not angry with me, are you? For forcing you and Mother to leave your hometown?”
Lin Wencheng took a sip of the coarse tea Lin Fengmian had bought and smacked his lips. “My son saved an entire town. Why should I be angry?”
He leaned back in the bamboo chair and said leisurely, “Your mother and I are old and mere mortals. We can’t help you much. The road ahead is yours to walk alone.”
Lin Fengmian nodded and said, “Mother and Father have already helped me a lot. You’re not that old. You might consider giving me a younger brother or sister.”
He wasn’t joking. Lin Wencheng had married early, and they were only in their early forties, so having another child wasn’t out of the question.
Lin Wencheng almost spit out his tea and coughed for a while before he replied, “Kid, do you have to teach your old man how to live?”
Lin Fengmian laughed heartily and said sincerely, “Father, I’m not joking. After I return to the sect, I don’t know if I’ll be able to visit you often.”
“You should think about having another child. Just pretend I’m not around.”
He wasn’t joking. His future was uncertain and he didn’t know what his situation would be, so he was making arrangements as if it were his last will and testament.
Lin Wencheng waved his hand and said, “All right, don’t worry about my affairs. What are you going to do with Song Youwei?”
Lin Fengmian hesitated, and a mixture of joy and sorrow appeared on his face. “Father, she said she’s willing to wait for me, take care of you and Mother, and fulfill my filial duties.”
Lin Wencheng frowned and then became angry. “Aren’t you just wasting her time?”
“I don’t want to, but I can’t bear to see her marry someone else. I’ll come back to visit you often,” Lin Fengmian said with a bitter smile.
“Fine, so your father and mother are not worth frequent visits?” Lin Wencheng said irritably.
“That’s not what I meant,” Lin Fengmian replied with a dry laugh.
“Ah, it’s your business. You young people make your own decisions,” Lin Wencheng said, shaking his head in resignation.
“Father, if one day I don’t come back and she wants to leave, don’t stop her,” Lin Fengmian instructed.
“All right, your father is not an old-fashioned fossil. Don’t worry,” Lin Wencheng nodded and then frowned. “What about your sect? Why are there only women, and they seem to be quite outgoing?”
Lin Fengmian looked awkward and tried to change the subject, avoiding the heavy questions. He only said that cultivators were different from ordinary people.
In the evening, Lin Fengmian had a sumptuous dinner with his parents and Song Youwei.
After bathing, they all gathered in the courtyard to chat and cool off, sipping tea and laughing, enjoying a pleasant evening.
Lin Fengmian found it rare to have common topics of conversation with his father. They talked about everything under the sun, laughing heartily from time to time.
Li Zhuxuan and Song Youwei brought out the watermelon that had been chilled in the well and shared it with everyone.
When the moon was high in the sky, Li Zhuxuan tugged at Lin Wencheng’s sleeve. “It’s late, let’s go to bed.”
Lin Wencheng, still deep in conversation, frowned. “It’s only the second watch, let’s talk a bit more.”
Li Zhuxuan glared at him. “Talk, talk your head off. Hurry up and go!”
She glanced at Song Youwei and then dragged the reluctant Lin Wencheng away.
Lin Wencheng muttered, “My son is leaving tomorrow, and you won’t even let me talk to him?”
“Deadbeat, don’t you want to have grandchildren? Show some sense!” Li Zhuxuan said irritably.
Lin Wencheng immediately realized his mistake and laughed, “My fault, my fault!”
Lin Fengmian and Song Youwei, who were listening to the conversation from a distance, felt a bit uncomfortable.
Lin Fengmian laughed awkwardly, “Don’t listen to mother’s nonsense.”
Song Youwei hummed, her face flushed and restless.
“Yowei, it’s getting late. Shall we go back to our rooms and rest?” Lin Fengmian asked.
Song Youwei’s ears were also red, and she hummed softly, almost inaudibly.
Looking at the beautiful Song Youwei, Lin Fengmian couldn’t help but swallow hard. He stood up and walked with her to their rooms.
Their rooms were only separated by a single wall. Lin Fengmian smiled and said, “Yowei, get some rest early.”
He was about to go back to his room when Song Youwei pulled the corner of his clothes and gave him a flirtatious look. “Do you really want to sleep in your own room tonight?”
“Then what?” Lin Fengmian swallowed hard.
“Don’t you want your tofu?” Song Youwei smiled sweetly.
Lin Fengmian couldn’t resist any longer. What man could resist such a temptation?
Keeping his last bit of rationality, he asked, “Yowei, are you sure?”
Song Youwei nodded, “I’ve thought it through. I don’t want to be a widow. I want to be a real woman. I want to be your wife.”
Lin Fengmian’s rationality completely disappeared. He dragged Song Youwei into his room, locked the door, and kissed her.
Song Youwei responded with fiery passion, and they entwined themselves, moving toward the large bed, their clothes falling off as they went.
Finally, they were lying on the bed, Song Youwei lost in a daze of desire, whispered, “Fengmian, take me.”
Lin Fengmian couldn’t hold back any longer, ready to explore the unknown territory.
As expected, he heard Song Youwei’s pained cry and felt an insurmountable barrier.
“It hurts! It hurts! Be careful, be careful!”
Tears streamed down Song Youwei’s face as she instinctively pushed him away.
Today’s task was incredibly difficult. Not only did he have to break through the barrier, but he also had to provide comfort and enter uncharted territory.
He gently kissed away her tears, saying softly, “Just a little longer, it won’t hurt after a while.”
Song Youwei took a sharp breath and looked at him. “It hurts so much, I don’t understand how you can enjoy this.”
Lin Fengmian smiled, “Women are all like that. They’re afraid at first, but then they get a taste and can’t let go.”
“If it’s really as you say, then you’d better come back and keep me company more often.”
Song Youwei wrapped her arms around him, closed her eyes, and said with a resigned look, “If I die, I die. Go ahead!”