Einfacher Congee-Roman

Kapitel 18

Fifth Sister married Pidan's father at seventeen, and became a widow not long after giving birth to Pidan. She's only twenty-five or twenty-six this year, a mature woman, so remarriage or finding a man for casual sex is perfectly understandable. Fan Qingbo has always been watching with amusement regarding her interest in the bookish scholar; a seductive widow and a celibate scholar—tsk tsk, just thinking about it makes his nose bleed.

"Oh, you're calling me a fool now? You've got the advantage of being in the right place at the right time, little sister."

Everything that comes out of Fifth Sister's mouth gets twisted and changed.

"Fifth Sister, what are you saying?"

Fan Qingbo repeatedly assured her that she had no interest in the bookworm, but was glared at by her fifth sister. The sister raised her eyebrows and poked her forehead hard with her index finger. "You little hussy, don't tell me you're really putting all your heart into that little tyrant." Before she could explain, the sister scoffed, "Men from high-class families are fine to play around with, but don't be like those silly women in plays who get really into it."

She agreed with the latter statement.

Seeing her obedient and compliant demeanor, Fifth Sister became even more emboldened. "Even if he is sincere towards you and wants to marry you, do you think you can gain any respectable status? The two maids he took as concubines when he was sixteen were daughters of a sixth-rank scholar. What can a commoner like you compete with them?"

Fan Qingbo froze as if struck by lightning, his lips trembling as he asked, "Take...take the house?"

Fifth Sister rolled her eyes casually. "You don't naively think he's still a virgin, do you?"

She wasn't that naive, but she genuinely hadn't considered the issue of taking in maids. She assumed he was single because he didn't have a wife, but how could she forget this was ancient times, an ancient time where maids were still taken in! Jia Baoyu had Xiren, so how could Zhou Zice not have a few Mushe and Qingwen!

Although they didn't have a romantic relationship, she didn't deny that she liked him and enjoyed being liked by him, which was the so-called ambiguous relationship... Oh my god, so she had been a mistress for four years, no, she had two maids who took her in, so she was a fourth party!

"So, so filthy..." Fan Qingbo clutched his head, overwhelmed with shame.

Fifth Sister thought she was heartbroken for Zhou Zice and felt a pang of pity. She closed her eyes and said with a resolute air, "Alright, alright, two-legged toads are hard to find, but three-legged men are everywhere. But judging from your expression, you're too lazy to walk a few more steps to find a man. At worst, you can have that idiot who's right next to you!"

"Huh?"

Fan Qingbo was about to explain when Fifth Sister pushed her, saying, "Pidang said the teacher went to the back mountain. If you want to find him, hurry up and go!"

"Hey, Fifth Sister, where are you asking my master to go?"

Fan Bing chased after him, but only saw Fan Qingbo's receding figure. He turned back and asked with a suspicious look.

Fifth Sister leaned seductively against the door, smiling like a fox. She licked her lips and replied, "Pidan said his tutor bathes in the back mountain at this time every day. I was going to go myself, but I gave it to your master. Tell me, isn't your fifth sister incredibly loyal?"

"What! You and that treacherous guy plotted to seduce my master?!"

Even the things that reach Fan Bing's lips will be said in a roundabout way and with a different meaning.

Seeing him rolling up his sleeves and trousers, shouting that he was about to rush to save his master, Fifth Sister casually picked up a wooden stick and swung it at the back of his head, and peace was restored. She clapped her hands, squatted down, looked at the fair-skinned young man, and clicked her tongue in admiration, "He's quite good-looking, but he's a bit too young. Otherwise, someone as tender-hearted as your Fifth Sister wouldn't have been able to bring herself to do it."

Author's Note: Ahem, it's finished...

I shamefully delayed the real show until the next chapter...

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Nonsense, I haven't even written about peeping while showering and there are already three boxes: fuck buddy, penis, seduction... *covers face*, just looking at these three words does indeed seem wicked.

13

13. Handsome men emerging from the bath, etc...

The hill behind the mountain isn't really a mountain; it's neither high nor large, and there isn't even a decent tree. It's just a slope at best. The path is covered in lush grass and wildflowers, and there's even a river running through it—it seems like the perfect spot for a picnic. Unfortunately, according to a certain rule, any place called "the back mountain" is bound to be associated with countless ghost stories. This hill, which does resemble a slope, is no exception.

Fan Qingbo was afraid of ghosts, but having spent over a month in the underworld, she was practically part of the system, so she knew that ghosts and such a beautiful place were completely incompatible. Besides, in broad daylight, who would she be trying to scare?

Thinking this way, I felt no fear walking on the deserted mountain path, but rather a sense of leisure and comfort. Before long, I reached the summit. Looking around, I became even more aware of how small the back mountain was; I could see the end of it at a glance.

This view naturally also included the river on the other side of the mountain, and the man in the river.

As a lady, the best option in this situation would be to turn away or close your eyes and remind the man bathing in the river to put on his clothes. But clearly, Fan Qingbo was not a lady. Her first reaction was to hold her breath to avoid alerting him, and her second was to tiptoe behind a short but better-than-nothing tree.

All of this happened in an instant, and when Fan Qingbo came to his senses, he found himself secretly watching with great interest.

Tsk tsk, appearances can be deceiving. This guy's face clearly shows a frail scholar, but his physique is lean yet strong. He's got perfectly toned, not too much or too little muscle; the definition is clear, the lines are beautiful. He could be braised, or used in soup—he looks delicious…

"His mouth was watering."

Some people say this.

"Oh." Fan Qingbo wiped his mouth with some embarrassment.

Her hand, which was halfway through wiping, suddenly froze. She turned around in alarm and saw a burly man putting his index finger to his lips, signaling her to be quiet. Then he whispered in her ear, "Don't be nervous, we have the same goal."

Her horror only intensified—you, you, you, a grown man, how dare you covet that idiot's body?

Such speculation made her feel uncomfortable from the bottom of her heart. She frowned and glared fiercely at the big man: Shameless!

The big man was bewildered by the stare and was about to ask something when he saw movement in the river and quickly held his breath.

The scholar turned around, his face showing an unprecedentedly cold and stern expression.

So Fan Qingbo, who had been secretly assessing him as if he were a piece of meat, suddenly felt her mouth go dry, finally realizing that this was a real naked man, and a very handsome one at that. Then, the appropriate reaction for a woman belatedly followed; she blushed. Finally, the inappropriate reaction also arrived; she covered her nose.

"As the saying goes, a gentleman does not look at what is improper. I need to get up and put on my clothes. May I ask my fellow martial arts practitioners to close their eyes?"

Despite its gentle and polite tone, it carried an irresistible sense of oppression.

Fan Qingbo glanced behind her, and the burly man actually obediently closed his eyes. Hmm, she wasn't a friend of the martial arts world, so it was fine for her to keep her eyes open and continue watching. She blinked, and saw the scholar straighten up from the water and walk towards the shore, creating a splash that stirred her heart like ripples on the water.

He drew closer, his fair, lean chest, long legs, and the water droplets around him shimmering dreamily in the sunlight… Her eyes gleamed with admiration as she gazed at him with awe and reverence, when suddenly, a rush of heat to her nose, and two streams of blood gushed out. She wiped the blood away and looked up again—"Hey, are you in such a hurry to be reborn? Why are you dressed so fast!"

Perhaps because her gaze was too intense, the scholar glanced in their direction as if he sensed something.