Chapter 66 "The Little Taoist Priest" - The Republican-era CEO Falls in Love with Me
Judging by the timing of the drug's effects and the brisk walking pace of the pretty young maidservant sent to deliver water, Master Zhong should have already untied the future mistress's bodice by now. It's just a question of whether this thirty-something bachelor understands anything about lovemaking or sitting on a lotus platform. To avoid the head of the household denying everything tomorrow, the group of servants waiting outside rushed into the corridor…
The door to the Zhong family mansion was closed. A girl with almond-shaped eyes and a braided hairstyle slumped onto the steps, her left shoulder limp. The window next to her was open.
Uncle Zhong's heart, which had been hardened, suddenly died: "..."
He hurriedly pushed open the door, and Zhong Ding lifted his heavy body. Several exclamations from outside the door made the long-haired man with dark eyes turn around to look at the bed.
The curtains had barely been drawn for a moment when the two people on the bed... had already taken off their clothes. At first, Zhong Ding only noticed the faint fragrance brought by Jian Dieda's arrival. Then, their real passion escalated to the bedside. The strangers stared at each other, scrutinizing each other as if they weren't just lovers entangled under the spell of the Soul-Capturing Bell, but true lovers falling in love in a murder mystery game.
[Demon Hunter Faction: Zhong Ding]
Age: 32
[Occupation: Celestial Master]
[Position: ???]
[Relationship: "Debt" - PS: The basket of dumplings stolen by the host during the break-in was originally intended as dinner for Zhong Ding, a patient with hypoglycemia.]
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Jian Dieda: "Dude, you're a Taoist master and you still have low blood sugar?"
"He's a handsome man with the 'Republic of China era' domineering CEO buff, suffering from not only low blood sugar but also stomach problems. Moreover, he hasn't laughed happily in a long time."
Tongzi reprimanded the gluttonous boy.
Having suffered a brain hemorrhage from lightning, Jian Dieda suppressed his urge to complain. Seeing that Master Zhong hadn't gotten his crystal jade shrimp dumplings, his overworked body felt even more dizzy. He couldn't bear to see the other man coughing weakly on the embroidered bed until he fainted. But he had misunderstood the little bald man's meaning. Even if a domineering CEO had many terminal illnesses, he was still far more charming and arrogant than him. Sure enough, because the magic affected their minds, Zhong Ding, this madman, started to go crazy.
The long-haired man, his lips burning hot, pressed against Jian Burang's, tightly gripping the young Taoist's stomach. The start of the fourth world was quite astonishing. The long-haired Taoist, whose lips had been left untouched by the maid's tea, was completely captivated by Jian Burang's kiss. Known as the 'Black Taoist' among the nine sects of Qingyang, he was blindfolded, his face flushed crimson. His stern and imposing demeanor was shattered by his disheveled, beautifully dark braids spread across the bed. His weak voice, though seemingly wanting to order the steward to kill this lecher, was utterly repulsive…
"You...get off."
Jane Diedda: "..." Are you kidding me?
“…I…I think I’ve been drugged…” Zhong Ding said, glancing at the little fool. His seemingly cold but actually warm eyes showed annoyance. He lowered his head and adjusted his tone, trying to be as polite and gentle as possible: “I know…it wasn’t you who drugged me, but I don’t have the strength. Please leave by yourself.”
He spoke kindly because the young Taoist priest in front of him, who was dirty and looked like a beggar, was indeed rather thin and small in his eyes. Although Master Zhong was handsome and unable to walk, he had a strong and tall physique and, compared to a woman, possessed a stunningly beautiful face with both heroic spirit and grace. Even sitting down, he could completely overpower the young Taoist priest, silently proclaiming their superior and inferior status.
Jane Dieda fell silent. He knew he should leave, but this powerful man, who spoke in such an old-fashioned way, had lost his temper, and he couldn't do anything about it.
It's not easy to evade capture outside the city and then climb back in.
Wouldn't it be a violation of the rules to not investigate and verify whether Zhong Ding and the red-clothed demon have any connection?
The two completely different purposes caused the temperature inside the room to rise continuously, which worried Master Zhong. He was a powerful ruler who was always kind to outsiders and belonged to one of the most prestigious families in Qingyang Town.
He was caught having an affair and couldn't bear the shame, but his long-suppressed emotions finally erupted today.
"It seems I'm too shy. This complete stranger, the womanizer, since you're unwilling to leave, let's spend a night together."
"Watch closely, this is how I'm going to take you."
Master Jian's eyes were opened, "..."
That damned Republican-era romance novel has made it increasingly difficult for Master Jian to move around.
He wasn't the type to be so lustful with just anyone, but even he didn't realize that his outstretched palms on the bed loosened their fingertips with a hint of resistance, because the customary act of kissing as a sign of love seemed to be etched deep into the bones of the blue-robed Taoist priest in his search for a blood-red lotus flower...
[Young Master, Senior, Ninth Brother, next time we meet, please kiss the bone of my left ring finger, so I can remember that I fell in love with you.]
[Congratulations! You have obtained a new story fragment dropped by an NPC – "The Mystery of the Stringed Puppet".]
The fleeting lingering memory transformed into a system alarm and a red SOS pop-up.
Jian Dieda thought he was the kind of person who would never be sad, upset, or shed tears for anyone in his life, but he felt a deep pain in his heart the moment he lost his Taoist robe and had his hairpin removed.
As for the new story card, he only had time to glance at it before putting it in his backpack because he was pulled by an NPC to do a midnight quest.
Later, like the most primitive animals, they completely lost their ability to think. After haphazardly undressing, they were just one step away from going in for some fun and warmth. Now, interrupted, the still fragrant and warm red quilt was still cozy. Master Zhong, whose large hand with a gold ring was on a young man's waist, frowned. His fingers touched the other man's fingers, which were forcibly bound by the bed curtains, and his chin, which was stuffed up. To make matters worse, the young Taoist's expression was obviously forced. He looked like he had already frozen in place.
Uncle Zhong Wu: "...Master...this...what's going on with this man tied up on the bed...how could you kidnap him and bring him back to enjoy yourself? There are so many perfectly good girls in the house."
Master Jian was unable to speak; his mouth had been pervertedly stuffed with a pillow, and his somewhat dazed eyes were still staring blankly: "..."
He stared so intently at the long-haired man's physical attributes that he became completely stunned.
In fact, he should thank this uncle.
It's just 0.1...0 and 1 are needed to finalize it.
But in reality, Jane clearly heard the bald guy's smug, mocking voice.
"Teacher, it's true that the uncle appeared out of place, but please pay attention to your regretful expression. You're going out of character again."
Jane Dieda: "..."
His fists started itching, but who knew that a strong young man who had secretly eaten fifty dumplings in one night could be taken down by a cripple?
Wasn't she a delicate, sheltered beauty from the Republican era, always keeping to herself and never venturing out of her home?
How can someone be so strong, like an ox! So vicious! Not only did they leave themselves completely unarmored, but they also started pulling down his pants as if they'd rehearsed it a thousand times over?!
While being questioned by his family in bed, Master Zhong had no idea that Daoist Jian was not from their time at all, and did not understand what propriety, righteousness, integrity, and shame were. After all, not everyone could travel between several worlds in a row and even broadcast their sexual encounters to others... Jian Diecheng was the safest person in the room.
No one thought to question where the dumplings from the kitchen had gone.
Mini-system notification: [Beep—Main story progress 25% unlocked.]
—Oh no, this is bad. How am I supposed to explain this?
Zhong Ding's face contorted with rage, his jaw clenching as he swung his hand, shooing everyone else away and leaving only the two of them to handle the unexpected incident. After picking up the scattered pieces of clothing, he covered Master Jian... The clothes there were brightly colored and extremely luxurious, like the man's flushed, ashamed cheeks.
Then came the part where Master Zhong changed his clothes independently. It was clear that he had a great physique, with fair and smooth abdominal and pectoral muscles on display. His height of about 1.9 meters and his muscular build were not weakened at all due to paralysis. Although the man's hair was tied up and hung down to his ankles, making him look like a flower in full bloom, and his eyes revealed a strange charm, he was even more beautiful than in the legends. He was a stunningly handsome man with overflowing male hormones, which could not be compared to any good-looking male actor playing female roles.
But in this ancient town, the more beautiful it is, the more dangerous it is. Zhong Ding, wearing what appeared to be a perfect human skin to outsiders, picked up the outermost red robe of the Celestial Master's Mansion, summoned his servants, and connected Jian Dieda with him.
"This Taoist priest is a ritual master I invited back from Tianlong Temple in the provincial capital. Our birth dates are compatible, and he will live in my residence from now on to preach the Tao and help me improve my health. You can just call him Little Immortal."
Although bells and tripods cannot move, they can still command respect.
He wasn't one to take advantage of a man's body for free, and with a charming air, he told everyone else to go about their business. The fifth uncle, who had made a fool of himself, was now at a loss and believed all this nonsense.
It's pitiful that Furongdan, Baixiaosheng, and the other two are still searching everywhere for Master Jian, fearing that their teammate has been eaten by a demon.
Having taken on a mission to investigate a case and capture demons, Jian Dieda has already moved into Master Zhong's mansion with unparalleled ease.
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Author's Note: Our Ninth Young Master can only be a good pillow-husband.
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