Oh no! My grandmother made me shoulder the responsibility for eight households!

Chapter 447 Late-Night Rendezvous

late at night.

The moon hung in the sky, round and bright, like a silver plate, illuminating Songshan City in a silvery white.

Lin Chen lay on the large bed in Mei Jiu Niang's room, squinting at the top of the canopy.

The curtains were light purple, thin as smoke, and through them, one could see the moonlight filtering through the window paper, casting hazy shadows.

Why is he here?

This story begins during the day.

Lin Chen remembered the look in Mei Jiu Niang's eyes when she turned back at the door as she left, and it stayed with him all day.

Lin Chen couldn't quite describe that look in his eyes; it wasn't seduction or provocation.

It's that kind of tacit understanding where "I know what you're thinking, and I'm thinking the same thing."

It carried a hint of wickedness, a hint of provocation, a hint of "dare to come?", and a hint of something indescribable.

Lin Chen remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was in turmoil.

He endured it all afternoon, pretending to look at the account books in the study, but he couldn't concentrate on reading a single word.

He barely ate any dinner. Liu Ruyan glanced at him but didn't say anything.

But that look clearly said, "What mischief are you plotting now?"

That evening, Lin Chen called Yao Yao over.

When Yao Yao entered, she was carrying a bowl of white fungus soup, her little face flushed and full of anticipation.

Lin Chen asked her to sit down and then asked directly.

"What kind of person was your master before?"

Yao Yao paused for a moment, put down her bowl, tilted her head and thought for a while, then said a lot.

She said that Mei Jiu Niang was not a bad person. The Hehuan Sect's techniques did require the balance of Yin and Yang, but her master never acted recklessly.

She has her own rules: she doesn't touch married men, people she truly loves, or people who don't want to be with her.

"And how many people has she been with before..." Lin Chen hesitated, choosing his words carefully.

Yao Yao counted on her fingers and then held up three fingers.

"Three?" Lin Chen raised an eyebrow, somewhat skeptical.

Yao Yao nodded: "Three. One was her lover when she was young, who later died."

One was an elder of the Hehuan Sect who taught her the cultivation techniques, and the other was—"

Yao Yao paused, her voice lowering.

"It was an old monster she had to agree to in order to save the Hehuan Sect. That old monster later tried to harass her, but was severely injured by her master."

Lin Chen remained silent for a long time.

Yao Yao cautiously observed Lin Chen's expression and then said:

"My husband, my master... she actually suffered quite a lot."

Outsiders see her as glamorous and dissolute, and think that all women in the Hehuan Sect are sluts.

But my master wasn't like that; she just... had no choice.

Lin Chen told Yao Yao to go and rest early.

After Yao Yao left, Lin Chen sat in the study for a while, and then disappeared from the spot.

They reappeared at Mei Jiu Niang's place in Songshan City.

The door wasn't locked, as if it had been waiting for him all along.

Lin Chen pushed open the door and went in, and then... he lay down on the large bed in Mei Jiu Niang's room, staring blankly at the ceiling.

He didn't want to think about what had just happened.

Anyway, his lower back is a little sore and his legs are a little weak right now.

It felt like my whole being was hollowed out and then filled back in, then hollowed out again, over and over again.

Mei Jiuniang lay on Lin Chen's chest, her fingers slowly drawing circles on his body.

The movements were very light and slow, the fingertips were slightly cool, bringing a tingling sensation.

Her hair fell down, draped over Lin Chen's shoulders, like a piece of black silk, smooth and fragrant.

It's hard to tell if it's the scent of flowers or her natural body fragrance, but when mixed together, it creates her unique aroma.

Lin Chen had his eyes closed, his breathing not yet fully calmed down.

After all that commotion, he felt like his soul was being sucked away by this woman.

As expected of the sect leader of the Hehuan Sect, her skills in serving men are truly first-rate.

It's not the kind of rigid, rote technique; it's something ingrained in your bones, something you do naturally.

She knows when to go fast and when to go slow.

When to be gentle and when to be firm.

When to laugh, and when to shout.

When to bite your lip, and when to close your eyes.

Every movement is just right; too much or too little would be inadequate.

Lin Chen had lived two lives and had never seen a woman like this before.

Mei Jiu Niang raised her head and looked at Lin Chen's face.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating her face.

Her face was slightly flushed, and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, which glistened in the moonlight.

Those fox-like eyes shimmered like two pools of spring water, and a mischievous smile played on their lips.

"What are you thinking about, you little rascal?"

Mei Jiu Niang's voice was so soft it could drip water, with a slight upward slant at the end, like a cat's claws scratching at the tip of one's heart, both light and ticklish.

Lin Chen opened his eyes, looked at Mei Jiu Niang's face so close to his, and said earnestly:

"How come you're so good at missing me?"

Mei Jiu Niang was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, her body trembling uncontrollably in Lin Chen's arms.

"You rascal," Mei Jiuniang finished laughing, poking Lin Chen's chest with her finger, the pressure neither too light nor too heavy.

"They praise people in such an inappropriate way."

Lin Chen held Mei Jiu Niang's hand and gently stroked the back of her hand with his thumb.

Her hands were small and soft, as if they had no bones.

"I'm telling the truth."

Mei Jiu Niang looked at Lin Chen, and her expression changed.

It's not the kind of deliberate, seductive charm; it's a genuine softening, as gentle as moonlight, as soft as cotton candy.

She lowered her head, pressed her face against Lin Chen's chest, and listened to his heartbeat, thump, thump, thump, steady and strong.

After a long while, she suddenly whispered:

"Lin Chen, do you know that you are the first man I've ever served like this?"

Lin Chen raised an eyebrow slightly: "You've never done this before?"

Mei Jiu Niang shook her head, her hair brushing against Lin Chen's chin, making it itchy.

"I used to just go through the motions." She paused, then gave a self-deprecating laugh, a laugh tinged with bitterness, heartache, resignation, and resentment.

"The sect leader of the Hehuan Sect sounds prestigious, but in reality, he's just someone who serves others."

Those people came to me not because they liked me, but because of the characteristics of my cultivation technique.

They want to improve their cultivation by using my techniques, but they're unwilling to pay any price; they just want to get it for free.

Mei Jiu Niang's voice was very flat, so flat that it didn't sound like she was talking about her own affairs, but rather like she was telling someone else's story.

"Later, when my cultivation level broke through to the level of a terrestrial immortal, I stopped serving them. Whoever came to me, I told them to get lost."

Those hypocrites on the righteous path, each one of them is outwardly virtuous but inwardly more despicable than anyone else.

The demonic paths are straightforward, but they disgust me.

As Mei Jiuniang spoke, she raised her head and looked at Lin Chen. The moonlight shone on her face, and her eyes shone with light.

"I thought this was how my life would be, until I met you."

Lin Chen didn't speak, but gently patted her back with his fingers.

Mei Jiu Niang stared at Lin Chen's face for a long while, then suddenly smiled.

"You may seem unserious, but you're actually more serious than anyone else."

She seems fickle, but she's actually more devoted than anyone else. She looks lecherous—"

Lin Chen interrupted her: "No need to say that, I really am a lecher."

Mei Jiu Niang was amused by Lin Chen, and laughed so hard that she trembled in his arms.

After laughing, she nestled back against Lin Chen's chest, like a lazy cat.

"Although you are a lecherous person, you are a lecherous person in a good way, a lecherous person in a way that is pleasing, a lecherous person in a way that makes people willingly accept your lecherousness."

Lin Chen's lips twitched.

He was speechless at Mei Jiu Niang's twisted logic.

Because what she said makes sense; he is indeed a womanizer.

But the women he slept with were all willing participants.

Lin Chen reached out and put his arm around Mei Jiu Niang's waist, pulling her closer to him.

Her waist was so thin that Lin Chen could wrap his arm around it with one hand.

The two lay there quietly, neither of them speaking.

The moon outside the window had hidden behind the clouds sometime during the night, and the courtyard had darkened.

Only the lamp in the room was still on, its warm orange light shining through.

After a while, Lin Chen suddenly spoke up: "Your master, does he really just want to see me?"