The Valued Lady is Truly Dominant-Chapter 817: The Couple Is Really Going at It

Have another one.

Song Zhiqing was stunned, and then his heart surged somewhat. If possible, he would naturally love to have another legitimate son; after all, the more sons, the more blessings, and in battle, brothers should not be separated.

There was another reason—he believed that with more sons, even if one was spoiled, there could be others to nurture. They could eventually raise a successful one, but with only one, there was no way.

He turned his head to look, although she was older now, even from the side profile, Lu still had a charm and allure, prompting certain memories to resurface.

Song Zhiqing’s throat moved, his hand resting on her waist, saying: "If you’re willing, then I’m absolutely delighted; who would complain about having too many legitimate sons?"

Lu’s cheeks were burning hot; she glared at him and leaned in.

This feeling had been missing for so long.

Their desire to reproduce gradually heated up.

Suddenly, Lu stiffened.

"What did you say?" She raised her head, looking at the man in front of her. Was this the man she had shared a bed with for ten years?

Why did he feel so unfamiliar?

Song Zhiqing felt somewhat guilty but still persisted, saying: "Well, as for Xiao Wu and the others, how about listing them under your name?"

Lu’s expression drastically changed.

No wonder, gifting jewelry, and suggesting outings for the three of them—now he was resorting to seduction.

Turns out it was all a setup for this matter.

He wanted to register the boy-girl twins under her name and promote them from concubine-born to legitimate? Such a scheme, such calculations.

Lu abruptly pushed him away, laughing coldly: "No wonder you suddenly had a change of heart and turned over a new leaf—waiting for this moment. Want those bastards listed under my name? Sure, but only if I’m dead!"

Song Zhiqing’s face turned black: "What bastards? They’re my children too."

"Exactly, only yours, not mine."

"You’re just arguing for the sake of it. You’re my original wife, no matter who bears the children, they’re yours."

Lu laughed uncontrollably, tears streaming down as she laughed: "You remember I’m your original wife? I thought you forgot who your wife was—when you have needs, then I’m your wife? Disgusting! Song Zhiqing, you’re nothing but a bastard!"

"Lu Ruxin!" Song Zhiqing roared, standing up.

"What? Are you going to hit me? Come on then." Lu moved closer, her face furious, grinding her teeth: "If you dare, go ahead; otherwise, you’re a coward. Bring it on."

Song Zhiqing felt intimidated, his voice weakening: "Look at yourself, what have you become? You were once gentle and understanding; how did you turn into a shrew?"

These words completely provoked Lu; gripping the hairpin, she lunged and shrieked: "Being a shrew is all because of you! My gentleness went to the dogs. Song Zhiqing, you asshole, I’ll fight you!"

Song Zhiqing was shocked, realizing her pin scratched his neck, he shivered all over, grabbing her forcefully and pressing her onto the Arhat bed, snatching the pin and throwing it away: "Can you stop being crazy?"

Lu paid no heed, punching, kicking, and biting him, completely going berserk.

Outside, Ru Yi and others overheard the commotion inside, feeling embarrassed, they moved farther away.

In broad daylight, the noise between Madam and the Master was too much.

Mama Zhou approached, seeing their flushed faces, she asked: "Why aren’t you serving inside, standing here for what?"

"Mama, the Master is inside." Ru Yi said shyly.

Mama Zhou was startled, took two steps closer, listened intently, and her expression changed: "Not good."

Forget the romantic notions; the couple was truly fighting!