Chapter 110 World Five (Twelve)

When the mention of changing clothes came up, the two of them started to joke around again. After Bao Shan had changed her clothes and washed and dressed, she followed Rong Zhao obediently to pay her respects to Rong's father and mother.

Perhaps because he had a beautiful wife, Rong Zhao's steps were brisk, and the unrestrained charm in his eyes was even more dazzling. When he passed through the corridor, the maids who were sweeping the floor blushed and their eyes darted around. In the past, Rong Zhao was considered just a dandy boy in everyone's eyes, and because Rong's father had said that if anyone was brave enough to seduce Rong Zhao's mind, they would not have to think about entering Rong Zhao's courtyard and becoming his concubine. They would definitely be expelled and thrown into the poorest and most destitute slums. In this way, even if the maids were tempted to get close to Rong Zhao, they would not dare to risk being sold out by Rong's father. However, when the maids looked at Bao Shan, who was following closely behind Rong Zhao with an ignorant and uneasy look on her face, they could not help but wonder: Now that Rong Zhao has married, Rong's father no longer has an excuse to stop Rong Zhao from making trouble, so do they have a chance...

Looking up, she saw Rong Zhao and Bao Shan walking together into the house. Rong's mother frowned. She was already dissatisfied with Bao Shan, and she became even more picky.

Before Baoshan could even stand still, Rong's mother said leisurely, "This is a good time to pay your respects. You can stay for dinner later."

This is blaming Baoshan for getting up late.

Baoshan tightened the handkerchief in her hand. She was not stupid enough to argue with Rong's mother, nor did she endure this seemingly harmless accusation.

She stood shoulder to shoulder with Rong Zhao, using her wide sleeves to cover her face. She extended her pinky finger and hooked it around Rong Zhao's palm. Just like yesterday, the two of them leaned against each other, their skin touching.

Baoshan was slender and graceful, dressed in a tea-green dress that accentuated her elegance. She replied timidly to Rong's mother in a soft voice, "I got up late... I shouldn't have..."

Her fine eyelashes trembled slightly, and her voice also had a trembling tone.

Rong Zhao could feel the jade fingers wrapped in his broad palms getting cold. He frowned and said in a clear voice, "I was too sleepy to get up. Baoshan is my wife, so why would she come to greet my parents so leisurely while I'm still lying in bed? Isn't that inappropriate?"

In Rong Zhao's heart, the precious fan in front of him was ignorant and pure in thoughts. If she was frightened by Rong's mother's words today, she might put Rong's mother first in everything in the future. If so, where would she put him as her husband?

Hearing Rong Zhao's unreasonable and unreasonable arguments, Rong's mother felt depressed. However, she was reluctant to get angry with her beloved youngest son, so she could only coldly instruct Bao Shan: "Zhao'er is right. Since you have entered the Rong Mansion and become Zhao'er's wife, you must obey Zhao'er's words in everything and not disobey him in the slightest. Do you remember this clearly?"

Bao Shan nodded and said, "I'll remember it."

Seeing Baoshan being so docile, Rong's mother's depression was finally relieved a little.

Her dissatisfaction with Baoshan's humble family background was also slightly alleviated: after all, if she arranged a marriage for Rong Zhao with a girl from a wealthy family, she would have to be cautious in many ways and could not do whatever she wanted.

When Baoshan served tea to Rongmu, Rongmu did not make it too difficult. She took a few sips of the tea and then ordered her personal maid to give Baoshan the jade bracelet she had prepared.

Rong Zhao saw Bao Shan's dazed look, walked up to her, took the jade bracelet in his palm, and put it on Bao Shan.

Baoshan's wrist was extremely slender, and with a gentle push, the jade bracelet was transferred to her jade-like arm.

The jade water head is excellent, as clear as the water in a moss-covered pond, or like a round and green lotus cover.

Baoshan lowered her arm, and the jade bracelet slid down to her wrist, revealing a hint of warmth amidst the coldness.

The two of them accompanied Rong's mother for dinner. Baoshan only dared to touch the dishes in front of him. He put a tender bamboo shoot into his mouth, chewed it carefully, and savored it quietly.

It was not until she left the main room and returned to her own room that Baoshan's tense body finally relaxed. She used a handkerchief to wipe the non-existent beads of sweat from her forehead.

Baoshan casually tossed the scented handkerchief onto the bedside table. She went to the kitchen and ordered a bowl of shredded chicken noodles. A palm-sized bowl held a light, oil-free chicken broth. Finely stretched noodles were topped with hand-shredded chicken, green onions, and red peppers. The portion was small, just two or three mouthfuls. Baoshan had barely touched her chopsticks during the meal.

Baoshan worked hard for a long time last night and felt tired and weak. It was not until he finished the shredded chicken noodles that he felt full.

She rinsed her mouth with water, then remembered her handkerchief. She turned around and saw Rong Zhao had walked into the room without even taking off his black boots. His two straight, slender legs hung loosely over the edge of the bed, his face hidden by the lotus-pink handkerchief, making it impossible to see his expression.

After seeing the handkerchief clearly, Baoshan blushed and walked timidly to Rong Zhao's side, but didn't know how to start.

Rong Zhao lifted the handkerchief halfway, revealing only his scarlet lips.

His lips opened and closed, and his voice was long and ethereal: "What kind of perfume did you use?"

After saying that, without waiting for Baoshan to answer, Rong Zhao began to speculate on his own.

He was extremely familiar with his daughter's perfume: "Jasmine? Rosemary? Or is it mixed with pearl powder?"

Baoshan shook her head gently, and realizing that Rong Zhao couldn't see her, she leaned over beside the bed, and gently lifted the veil on Rong Zhao's face, revealing a pair of elegant and handsome eyes.

“Neither.”

The jade bracelet on her wrist touched Rong Zhao's cheek. The cold touch made Rong Zhao miss the warm, soft, white and smooth jade even more.

Rong Zhao suddenly reached out and grabbed Bao Shan's wrist. He pulled it gently, and Bao Shan almost fell on him.

"What kind of scented powder is it?"

Bao Shan said softly, "It's lotus scented powder. Ever since I was little, I've only loved lotus flowers. The pollen I use on my body is naturally made from lotus petals."

Lotus? No wonder, the fragrance, though subtle and elegant, is so alluring.

Rong Zhao placed the wrist of the treasure fan to the tip of his nose, and the light fragrance became more and more intense.

Rong Zhaoliang felt a little moved when he saw Baoshan's cheeks turned slightly red because of this behavior.

His dark eyes gradually became deep, and he said in a leisurely tone: "Are you lying to me?"

Hearing this, Bao Shan's eyes widened, like a frightened elk in the forest. She didn't understand how she had deceived Rong Zhao, and quickly denied it, "I didn't..."

Rong Zhao leaned one arm behind his head, his eyes were indifferent, and his voice was cold: "I can distinguish the fragrance of lotus, but the one on you is not..."

There was a gleam of light in Baoshan's eyes, and she was very charming. She was clearly using lotus scented powder and was not lying.

Seeing Bao Shan's anxious face flushed, but because of her poor tongue, she didn't know how to defend herself, Rong Zhao frowned slightly, loosened Bao Shan's wrist, and said coldly: "I hate people lying to me."

Hate being deceived.

But Rong Zhao thought that Baoshan had deceived him.

That means Rong Zhao hates himself.

Bao Shan felt a chill in her heart, and the crystal tears in her watery eyes trembled. She looked aggrieved and explained herself softly, "I didn't lie to you... It's lotus fragrance powder..."

Rong Zhao just snuggled on the bed with a cold expression. His usually dashing face now also had a chill in it.

He looked at Baoshan's crimson lips and said meaningfully, "Just now, from a distance, I didn't smell it. If it's really lotus powder as you say, then find a way to prove it to me."

Bao Shan's long, straight eyelashes fluttered gently. She wasn't a perfumer, so how could she prove to Rong Zhao that what she was using was truly lotus powder? Bao Shan lowered her eyes, thinking carefully: her body was covered in lotus powder, and the fragrance on her wrists was too delicate for Rong Zhao to distinguish, so other places must be acceptable.

As if she had thought of a good idea, Bao Shan grabbed Rong Zhao's hand and said anxiously, "Let me let Rong Lang smell it again. He will definitely be able to tell that it is lotus fragrance powder. Is that okay?"

Rong Zhao hummed lightly, indicating his agreement.

But he did not stand up. Instead, he lay on the bed, looking at the precious fan with deep eyes, and unbuttoning the buttons on his lapel with his slender jade fingers.

It was not until Baoshan embraced him and begged Rong Zhao in a soft voice to let him smell it carefully this time that Rong Zhao's tense brows relaxed slightly and he regained his usual handsomeness and elegance.

At this time, Bao Shan was still being deceived. She nestled her head in Rong Zhao's arms like a quail, explaining softly: She was not lying. What she used on her body, on her lips, and on her cheeks was all lotus powder...

After experiencing it firsthand, Rong Zhao naturally understood that every word Bao Shan said was true.

This foolish little beauty is truly ignorant. She doesn't even know she's been tricked, and she's still secretly blaming herself in her heart...

After a few days of fooling around in the mansion, some of the maids who were restless were brave enough to take risks.

After all, if you succeed, you will be extremely rich, who wouldn't be tempted?

It’s just that the maids couldn’t find the right opportunity, it really was…

Rong Zhao was too reckless. He stuck with his new wife day and night, never leaving her side for a moment.

Although the maids wanted to lose face, they dared not interrupt their masters while they were enjoying themselves in Wushan. So, the maids, with their erotic thoughts in mind, temporarily put their thoughts aside, waiting for the right moment, waiting for Rong Zhao to separate from the precious fan, so that they could approach and flirt with their beauty. This wait lasted for over half a month.

Liu Guang was one of Rong Zhao's "bad friends," as Rong's father called him. Liu Guang also attended the wedding banquet that day, but was only invited to observe the ceremony from the outer courtyard. He didn't even see the bride's face in the bridal chamber.

However, Liu Guang thought that this girl from the Lin family must be of plain appearance.

Otherwise, Rong Zhao would not have gotten so drunk and unconscious on the day of his wedding.

After the wedding, Rong Zhao did not leave the house. Several of Rong Zhao's close friends thought: Even if Rong Zhao was not satisfied with this marriage, under the authority of Rong's father, he could only stay in the Rong Mansion honestly, spend three days with the Lin family girl, and then return home in a grand manner.

It was true that Rong Zhao returned home with Bao Shan, but he remained indoors for the next few days.

Several friends then realized that something was wrong, and one of them secretly speculated: The girl of the Lin family must be beautiful, which is why they kept the frivolous Rong Zhao in the mansion.

Liu Guang felt disdainful of such words and thought to himself: Even if the girl from the Lin family is beautiful, how can she compare to the grace of Miss Chunru from the South Tower.

Before getting married, Rong Zhao had different feelings for Miss Chunru.

Liu Guang felt that he was a hero who saved the damsel in distress many times but was always careful about the limits and never overstepped the boundaries.

In time, Rong Zhao will definitely bring Miss Chunru from the South Tower back home.

Liu Guang wasn't just dreaming; given Rong Zhao's unruly nature, he could indeed do something like this. Furthermore, although Miss Chunru lived in the South Tower, she was a chaste woman. She was merely a prostitute singing songs, relying on Rong's mother's favoritism towards Rong Zhao.

If Rong Zhao is determined to marry Miss Chunru, he will surely get what he wants by using some tricks like self-torture.

But man proposes, God disposes. The drunken and frivolous behavior doomed Rong Zhao to marry the girl from the Lin family.

But Liu Guang understood his friend's thoughts. Even though they got married unwillingly, Rong Zhao's whole heart had already drifted towards the South Tower.

Liu Guang scoffed at the speculation of other friends that the beautiful girl of the Lin family had Rong Zhao in his control. He thought that maybe the Rong family or the girl of the Lin family had used some method to prevent Rong Zhao from leaving the Rong family.

Liu Guang handed a letter to Rong Zhao, inviting him to meet at the South Tower. His words were sincere, but he secretly concealed the fact that in addition to a group of good friends, there was also a beautiful woman who was eagerly waiting for him.