Lu Qi took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement and the effects of the alcohol, and walked step by step toward his bride, who was sitting on a brocade couch covered with a quilt draped with a hundred sons and grandsons. The red veil covered her face, revealing only a section of her fair and beautiful neck and her slender, trembling hands folded on her knees.

He picked up the gold scale bar from the sandalwood tray beside him, his hand trembling almost imperceptibly. He cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound steady and affectionate: "My wife... your husband... has come to lift the veil."

The tip of the golden scale gently lifted a corner of the red veil, slowly moving upwards.

In the candlelight, Shen Zhao's face was gradually revealed. She seemed to have dressed up carefully, making her even more stunningly beautiful than usual. Her skin was as white as snow, her lips as red as cinnabar, and her almond-shaped eyes were watery and slightly lowered. Her long eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows under her eyes, and her cheeks were flushed with an intoxicating blush, carrying the shyness and charm unique to a bride.

Lu Qi's breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of his chest. He had seen her in all sorts of ways—bright, cunning, shy, aggrieved—but never before had he seen her like this, breathtakingly beautiful, yet possessing a delicate vulnerability that seemed almost too good to be true. He felt his mouth go dry and his throat tighten.

"Zhaozhao..." he called out in a hoarse voice, tossing aside the scale bar and reaching out to touch her face.

Just then, Shen Zhao suddenly raised his eyes!

Where was the slightest trace of shyness in those watery almond-shaped eyes? In their place shone a cunning, lively light, tinged with a hint of mockery and triumphant laughter! Like a little fox that had been feigning docility, finally revealing her cunning tail!

"Husband~" Shen Zhao's voice was soft and seductive, the last syllable drawn out with a hook. Instead of flinching, she stood up and moved gracefully, bringing a fragrant breeze with her, and nestled into Lu Qi's arms!

Lu Qi froze, his mind going completely blank, at her sudden initiative and that sweet "husband" she called him! Where was the expected shy and evasive "little white rabbit"? This... this script isn't right!

Shen Zhao stretched out her slender finger and gently poked Lu Qi's stiff chest. She tilted her head back, her smile bright yet tinged with innocence: "Husband, what's wrong? Weren't you quite dashing when you were hugging me outside?" As she spoke, her fingers restlessly drew circles on his chest, her breath sweet as orchids. "Or...did you get drunk and forget what to do on our wedding night?"

The warm breath and the caress of his fingertips sent a jolt through Lu Qi's body like an electric current, making his scalp tingle and sobering him up considerably! He instinctively tried to take a step back, but Shen Zhao held him tightly around the waist!

"Husband, you want to run away?" Shen Zhao blinked her big, watery eyes, looking "wronged." "I've been waiting for this day for so long. From the first time you 'accidentally' kissed me in the garden, to later on the Longxi grassland, in the poplar forest, at the city gate... so many 'accidents'..." With each sentence, she took a step closer, the innocent "little white rabbit" expression on her face contrasting sharply with her bold actions, causing Lu Qi's heart to race uncontrollably.

Shen Zhao quickly poured out the nuptial wine, and seeing Lu Qi's stunned expression, she took his arm and exchanged cups with him. Then she directly pulled off Lu Qi's outer garment.

“Zhao… Zhao Zhao… you…” Lu Qijun’s face turned bright red. The usually dashing and cunning second young master was now like a greenhorn, at a loss and stammering. He was completely controlled by the little fox in his arms who had suddenly shown its claws! He felt like the little white rabbit that had fallen into the trap!

"What's wrong with me?" Shen Zhao tiptoed, her red lips close to his ear, her warm breath brushing against his sensitive skin. Her voice was soft and seductive, carrying a devilish allure. "My husband taught me so many 'rules' and 'accidents'... Now, it's Zhao Zhao's turn... to properly repay my husband..."

Before she could finish speaking, her soft lips pressed against Lu Qi's slightly parted lips, which were filled with surprise!

No longer a fleeting touch, no longer an accidental encounter! This was a kiss with a clear purpose, full of provocation and strategy. Shen Zhao was like a little beast that had finally tasted sweetness, exploring and sucking with awkward yet passionate enthusiasm, her arms tightly wrapped around Lu Qi's neck, pulling him towards her.

Lu Qi's brain completely shut down! All his cunning schemes and dashing charm crumbled under Shen Zhao's sudden, passionate offensive! He passively endured the kiss, his body stiff, only his increasingly rapid heartbeat and rising body temperature revealing the turbulent waves within him.

His little white rabbit... no! His little fox! It turns out he'd been playing dumb all along!

Shen Zhao sensed his stiffness and passivity, so she stepped back slightly. Looking at Lu Qi's handsome face, which was flushed, his eyes were glazed, and he was completely shocked and confused, she couldn't help but giggle. Her laughter was as clear and melodious as a silver bell, full of pride and cunning.

"So...this is what my husband looks like when he's shy..." She stuck out her tongue and licked her lips with lingering desire, the action full of allure. "So...adorable." She leaned closer again, her fingers deftly unbuttoning the first button of Lu Qi's wedding robes, her eyes gleaming with a predatory light, her voice cloyingly sweet:

"The spring night is too short... Husband, let's... not waste any more time, okay?"

The red candles flickered, casting dappled light on the gauze curtains. Lu Qi looked at his newlywed wife, whose bright smile, mischievous eyes, and unbelievable initiative made him resigned to his fate and closed his eyes. Then, he suddenly opened them again, his eyes gleaming with a sense of desperation, a willingness to give up, and a mixture of immense surprise and excitement. He took the initiative and kissed her fiercely in return!

To hell with the innocent little rabbit! To hell with the cunning schemer! Tonight, he is willing to be her devoted follower, letting this little fox, who has finally revealed her true nature and shines brightly, completely devour him, this self-righteous "hunter"!

The flames of the dragon and phoenix candles leaped and burned merrily, illuminating the intertwined figures on the brocade couch. That night, the roles reversed; the little white rabbit successfully turned the tables, while the cunning hunter willingly became the sweetest prey.