Marrying a White Snake Wife is Super Cool-Chapter 120 - 90: Yo~ There’s a Child Already~

"I already told you, it’s made from a Level One Spirit Stone. It’s really something special.

If you think the pipe is a hassle, I can have someone make you a cigarette holder.

You’ll just have to attach it and you can smoke. It won’t be a hassle at all~"

But Lu Yuan wasn’t listening to Zhao Qiao’er. He tossed the Jade Pipe onto the nearby table and said:

"No way. It has nothing to do with a holder.

Besides, how many women do you see smoking?"

Hearing this, Zhao Qiao’er turned around and glared at Lu Yuan.

"Are you kidding? There are tons!

Every old woman in this village has a pipe in her hand.

Six out of every ten of them!"

Lu Yuan blinked. ’Hmm...’

’She’s actually right about that.’

After a moment’s thought, Lu Yuan knew he couldn’t win this argument against Aunt Zhao. He glared and decided to just be unreasonable.

"It’s still a no!

When I say you can’t smoke, you can’t smoke! I’ll snap that pipe of yours in half later!

It’s bad for your health, why do you insist on smoking it?!"

At his words, Zhao Qiao’er blushed and looked at Lu Yuan, her voice turning coy.

"You stubborn little mule, so bossy~

You smoke yourself, but you won’t let anyone else~

You know it’s bad for your health, and for the people around you.

Now that Liyan is pregnant, you come out here to smoke.

You’re so worried about everyone else, but why can’t you worry about yourself a little?"

’Heh, as if I’m the same as other people.’

’I have a Holy Body!’

’I’m practically indestructible!’

’I could smoke ten cigarettes at once, ten packs a day, for ten years straight and I’d be perfectly fine.’

’How can she compare to me?’

Lu Yuan immediately raised an eyebrow and said:

"Don’t try to turn this on me. The answer is no smoking!

No more smoking from now on, you hear me?"

Zhao Qiao’er pouted her full, sensual red lips. She blinked at Lu Yuan and said:

"Then you should smoke less, too."

Lu Yuan grinned.

"We’ll see."

Zhao Qiao’er: "..."

Then, in a small fit of pique, Zhao Qiao’er bumped back against him and said in a coy voice:

"What are you doing pressed up behind me?

If you don’t listen to me, I’m not going to be affectionate with you anymore!"

Lu Yuan just laughed without a word and pressed against her again.

This time, he pressed in even closer, wrapping his arms around Aunt Zhao and pulling her snugly into his embrace.

Zhao Qiao’er only put up a token struggle, squirming slightly before letting Lu Yuan have his way.

"You bad boy. You just take advantage of how much I dote on you and bully me relentlessly.

I never see you bullying Song Meiqin!"

Lu Yuan just raised his eyebrows.

"She’s well-behaved. She does what she’s told.

Why would I bully her for no reason?"

Hearing this, Zhao Qiao’er couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

’Her? Well-behaved?’ 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

’She only acts like a docile little bitch when you’re around.’

As Zhao Qiao’er was lost in thought, she suddenly realized her sweetheart’s hands were starting to wander.

He had been standing behind her, with his arms wrapped around her below her neck.

But now he wasn’t hugging her anymore; his hands had started to grope their way downward.

Who knows what was going through Zhao Qiao’er’s mind, but she simply blushed and watched as Lu Yuan’s hand reached lower.

In the end, even though she had braced herself, she couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

Instantly, the atmosphere in the room became incredibly intimate and charged.

For Zhao Qiao’er, this was utterly mortifying.

She hadn’t stopped him earlier, and if she said something now, it would seem... pretentious.

Overcome with shyness, Zhao Qiao’er simply let Lu Yuan continue his outrageous behavior.

But her expression remained as if nothing was wrong.

She didn’t say a word about the scoundrel rubbing against her back while his hands roamed her front. Instead, she said in a perfectly serious tone:

"You know, next year, we should split up the rooms.

Should we have Song Meiqin move to the West Wing?"

’Aunt Zhao isn’t stopping me or telling me to let go. Why should I be the one to bring it up?’

’If she’s not going to say anything, neither am I.’

’Not a word, not a word, not a word!’

’Lu Yuan wanted to enjoy Aunt Zhao’s gorgeous, mature body for a while longer.’

As for what Aunt Zhao said, Lu Yuan replied in an equally serious tone:

"Why the sudden talk about splitting up the rooms?"

Zhao Qiao’er, however, let out a soft huff.

"Why do you think??

Now that... Mmmph~

Now that Liyan is pregnant, you two can’t be fooling around anymore.

When the time comes... when the time comes... *Ah*~

Won’t it be Song Meiqin’s turn then?

Any... anyway... you two... *Hah*~

It’s going to happen between you two... sooner or later... anyway."

After Zhao Qiao’er finished, Lu Yuan stated flatly:

"No need. We’ll all stay in the East Wing. It’s much livelier with everyone in one room. We’re not splitting up.

Not now, not ever."

The East Wing might sound like just a side-building.

But as mentioned before, Aunt Zhao’s East Wing was huge.

It was over a hundred square meters.

And that was a solid one hundred-plus square meters!

That was all usable living space, too.

If this place were on Earth, it would be counted as at least one hundred and forty or fifty square meters.

A place this big can’t fit four people?

In truth, Zhao Qiao’er didn’t want to split up either.

As they say, it’s easy to get used to a life of luxury, but hard to go back to a simple one.

Zhao Qiao’er had lived in the main house by herself for twenty years. She knew better than anyone what it was like.

She’d been overjoyed since moving into the East Wing; it was so much more lively.

The whole family ate together every day, chatting after their meals.

It was wonderful.

If Song Meiqin moved to the West Wing, she would have to move back into the main house.

Zhao Qiao’er didn’t want to go back at all. Not one bit.

Even though they were all in the same courtyard, and the West Wing and main house were just a few steps away from the East Wing...

...the feeling just wouldn’t be the same. It wouldn’t feel right.

So Lu Yuan saying they wouldn’t split up was for the best. Zhao Qiao’er didn’t want to either.

However, if that was the case...

After a moment of contemplation, Zhao Qiao’er’s voice trembled as she spoke:

"Then... Th-then... when we go back... let’s get... separate... separate beds from Song Meiqin."

’What is this little rascal doing?!’

’Is he treating me like a milk cow?!’

’So rough!!’

But Lu Yuan immediately rejected her suggestion.

"Separate beds? No need. That bed of yours is huge, three meters by two meters. It’s big enough.

If it’s not, we’ll just get a bigger one. We can talk about it then. In any case, we’re not getting separate beds."

Zhao Qiao’er: "???"

’What does he mean?’

’What does he mean??’

Just as Zhao Qiao’er’s gorgeous, mature face flushed so red it looked like it might burst, Lu Yuan finished his cigarette.

He then let go of Aunt Zhao and headed for the door.

"I’m heading out, Auntie. It’s freezing out here."

With that, Lu Yuan, still wrapped in his overcoat, quickly ran toward the East Wing.

Meanwhile, Zhao Qiao’er stood there blushing, her shapely thighs pressed tightly together, still not quite back to her senses.

The cold draft blowing in finally snapped Zhao Qiao’er back to reality. She turned her head and glanced at the large bed in the side room.

She cast a reproachful glance at Lu Yuan’s retreating back.

Lightly biting her full, sensual red lips, she couldn’t help but grumble to herself.

’That stubborn mule!’

’Does he really have to wait until that factory of his makes money!’

’What if the factory doesn’t make money? Will I have to live like a widow forever?!’

...

"We went for a smoke, what else would we be doing!"

Back in their room, Zhao Qiao’er raised an eyebrow and said this to Song Meiqin, who had sidled up to her with a curious expression.

Song Meiqin looked at Zhao Qiao’er’s gorgeous, mature face, still flushed a deep crimson, and gave her an odd look.

’Really?’

’It’s so cold outside...’

’Why is her face so flushed?’

At that moment, Su Liyan, who was already in bed, heard Aunt Zhao and quickly looked between her man and Aunt Zhao, saying:

"Oh dear~

Honey~ You don’t have to go outside.

We can just do what we’ve always done. This sudden change... I’m not used to it~"

Lu Yuan, who was standing nearby, just chuckled.

"There’ll be plenty more things to get used to."

Zhao Qiao’er came over and chimed in, nodding quickly in agreement.

"That’s right, Liyan. This is a first for us. There’s no harm in being extra careful with everything!"

Su Liyan thought for a moment. That was true.

She herself didn’t mind, but the baby was what mattered.

Finally, Su Liyan nodded obediently.

...

That night, Lu Yuan held Su Liyan and they went to bed early.

Not only was his wife pregnant, but tomorrow was New Year’s Eve, and they were going to be busy. It was best to get to bed early.

"So what did you two really do out there?"

On the other bed, Song Meiqin gave Zhao Qiao’er a curious look.

The blush on Zhao Qiao’er’s face still hadn’t faded.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Zhao Qiao’er turned over so she wasn’t facing Song Meiqin and just huffed.

"I told you, we just went out for a smoke. Why don’t you believe me?"

Song Meiqin still wasn’t convinced.

「About half a minute later.」

With a gasp, Zhao Qiao’er shot up, her face beet-red. Her beautiful eyes were fixed in a death glare on Song Meiqin.

Song Meiqin, meanwhile, was grinning like a sly little fox.

"Ooh..."