Chapter 133 The Fool's Bride for Good Luck (8)

"Is it so hard to choose between fame and fortune?" Xie Rong looked at him with a smile.

Zhao Tongguang lowered his eyes to avoid his gaze, "What the young mistress says is true."

The master and servant chatted casually, Zhao Tongguang speaking very little, responding to whatever Xie Rong said.

Xie Rong was a little tired. When he got up and walked out of the hall, he bumped into Shen Gaoyang, who was panting and rushing over.

“Cousin,” Xie Rong called to him softly.

Shen Gaoyang glanced past him, then at the empty hall, and paused, stunned.

"Cousin deliberately arrived three-quarters of an hour late. Was something important delayed on the way?" Xie Rong sneered inwardly. This despicable man was deliberately late, probably wanting to see him make a fool of himself, hoping to get him to beg for help and tie him to the same boat. Xie Rong felt both disgust and hatred, but his smile became even more innocent. "But it's alright. I just cleared out everything you left here, cousin. It's outside the gate. Go and pick it up, lest some stray dog ​​snatch it away."

"What could I possibly have in the Lu residence?" Shen Gaoyang leaned against the door, staring at him and smiling. "I do have something I want, but unfortunately it's a thorny flower, not easy to pick."

"Sister-in-law, could you please make an exception and get it for me and give it to me?"

"Dream on!" Everything in this Lu mansion belongs to him alone! Even a single flower is his! Xie Rong glared at the man fiercely, then turned and left.

Shen Gaoyang licked his lips, letting his hair brush against the tip of his nose, took a deep breath, and his eyes grew even darker.

...

Xie Rong lived a carefree life for a while.

Now the servants in the mansion no longer call him "Young Mistress," but respectfully call him "Madam."

Summer was truly unbearable. Xie Rong had long since stopped touching the mink shawl she had cherished in winter. With beads of sweat on her nose, she lay on the chaise lounge, her cheongsam half-undone, revealing her snow-white shoulders and back. She tossed her long hair aside and reluctantly used the foreign gadgets brought by the steward to cool off.

Although Master Lu is dead and the Lu family has lost its greatest support, what he left behind is enough for Xie Rong to live a carefree and wealthy life with the fool.

In such a chaotic world, who dares to live a lifetime? Who can guarantee that foreign cannons won't bombard Lizhou?

While Xie Rong was dealing with the fool in the mansion, he had already secretly sold off some valuable items in the mansion that he couldn't take with him, exchanged them for gold bars, and hid them in the small restaurant.

If things really get chaotic in Lizhou, he'll immediately abandon this fool and run away!

"Wife, I'm hot too," the fool squatted by his chaise longue, sweating profusely but not daring to wipe it off, holding a fan in his hand to fan him.

The person on the couch had a bare, thin back, with slightly protruding shoulder blades and a narrow, slender waist that looked like a piece of translucent, crystal-clear white jade that had been finely carved.

The fool licked his dry, cracked lips; they were not only hot, but also a little thirsty.

Xie Rong wasn't actually that hot from the foreign fan, but he insisted on making this fool fan him, treating him like the lowest servant in the mansion.

There was a knock on the door from the outside.

Xie Rong didn't think much of it, assuming that Zhao Tongguang had something to ask him, and said, "Come in."

It wasn't until the newcomer's hoarse voice rang out that he turned around and glanced back.

The man, carrying a large box and dressed in shorts, kept his head down, not daring to look at her. "Madam, these are all new clothes made by the tailor according to your measurements."

Xie Rong recognized the man; he was the tallest and strongest among the servants in the manor, and his appearance was pleasing to the eye. When they went to send Master Lu off to his burial, Xie Rong slipped and lost his footing, and Xie Rong helped him up from the side.

Xie Rong rolled his eyes and another wicked thought came to mind.

He sat up from the couch, and the fool beside him hurriedly helped him put on his clothes.

Xie Rong impatiently slapped the fool's hand away, her slender fingers slowly fastening the buttons on her chest.

"Bring it here, let me see it."

"Ah... Oh!" The servant seemed to wake from a dream, carrying the box inside, but he tripped and fell in just a few steps.

The servant heard the lady's soft laughter from above, and his face turned even redder. He hurriedly got up and put the box on the round table.

Xie Rong walked to the table, her fingertips rummaging through the box, picking up a light green cheongsam and holding it up in front of her. "How's this color?"

The fool walked over, only to be stopped in his tracks by a cold glance from him.

The fool turned around and squatted dejectedly in the corner. He watched as the tall and strong servant glanced up at his wife and said that she looked good in anything.

Xie Rong rummaged through the box again and found a pair of stilettos in the same color.

He sat back on the chaise lounge, kicked off his silver high heels, and said indifferently, "Come and help me try on my shoes."

The servant looked up in disbelief and saw his cold gaze, pink lips, fair face, soft black hair falling to his waist, and a snow-white cheongsam that outlined his slender figure. His calves peeked out from the slit in the skirt, and any man could easily hold them in one hand.

The nosebleed started unexpectedly, almost soiling the wife's house.

The servant awkwardly covered his nose and wiped it haphazardly with a handkerchief. Just as he was about to step forward, Xie Rong stopped him again.

"Are you trying to get my new shoes dirty?" Xie Rong frowned. "Wash them clean first."

The servant hurriedly went outside to fetch well water and washed himself thoroughly, but his heart remained burning with excitement.

Was his wife hinting at something?

That's true. The wife is at the prime of her life, and spending every day with a clueless fool, she naturally hasn't experienced the benefits of a real man!

Even if the servants in this mansion initially had no ulterior motives, after watching the mistress and the fool being affectionate with each other every day outside the courtyard, all sorts of inappropriate thoughts began to arise in their minds.

What's the difference between marrying a fool and becoming a widow?

The servant became increasingly delighted, his eyes filled with that exceptionally beautiful face, a sight rarely seen in the world, and he was completely mesmerized.

"Does it look good?" Xie Rong lowered her eyes, her gaze haughtily examining the high heels on her feet.

The servant suddenly came to his senses and stammered as he was about to speak when the light green heel of the shoe stepped on his hand.

These shoes are far from the most fashionable style in Lizhou; only conservative ladies would wear them. But on their feet, they look incredibly sexy and alluring.

The light green leather wrapped around her toes, revealing her fair and slender instep, with even visible blue veins, making her look even more tender than the willow branches sprouting in early spring.

"So...beautiful." The servant was mesmerized again.

Xie Rong chuckled softly, the sharp tip of her shoe lifting the servant's handsome, red face. She said slowly, "You're so clumsy and awkward, but you're quite good-looking. The rest of the shoes, come and help me try them on tomorrow, understand?"

"I remember...I remember!" The servant gasped for breath, suddenly realizing he had become a fool himself.

However, the next day, Xie Rong did not see the handsome servant come to help him try on shoes.

“Madam,” Zhao Tongguang knocked on the door, his tone serious, “someone has died in the manor.”

Xie Rong, who had been kept up playing games all night by the idiot, lazily sat up and asked, "What happened?"

Zhao Tongguang said, "This morning, when the servants who were on night watch were returning to their low house, they passed by the garden and saw a servant drown in the pond."

When Xie Rong arrived at the pond, he ordered his men to pull the body out of the water and examine it.

It was the same servant who had helped him put on his shoes yesterday.