There’s Something Wrong With These Demonic Women!

Let me, in the identity of the widow's lover, win over Fairy Su's lover with poetry?

That's impossible unless I split myself in half because Fairy Su's lover is also me!

Hearing Mu Qingshuang's words, Lu Xun felt a surge of hysteria and helplessness throughout his body. He realized he was sinking deeper into this dangerous quagmire. The relationships among these two women and three demonesses were so chaotic that they couldn't be sorted out. Any mistake in the middle would lead to a chain reaction, ultimately resulting in a collapse.

"Ah, this..."

"Literature doesn't distinguish between high and low. This isn't like taking an imperial examination." Lu Xun immediately adopted a careless attitude and said with a serious tone, "Shuang'er, let's be amicable. We can't be fighting all the time. It's because of your elegant character that I am so fascinated, to the point where I can't extricate myself. You need to protect your elegance and not act impulsively."

Mu Qingshuang was momentarily stunned. Lightly biting her lips, she hesitatingly replied, "Lu Lang, you're right. I will uphold feminine virtues in speech, appearance, and deeds. I won't act impulsively. Please rest assured."

"Alright..." Lu Xun sighed in relief, narrowly avoiding a crisis of being cut down, all thanks to the widow's wisdom.

Mu Qingshuang snuggled in his arms, couldn't help but twist her plump body, and softly said, "Lu Lang, let's drop the poetry competition. How about the two of you meeting each other? I and Jingyi are like sisters, and I hope our lovers can also become brothers. What do you think?"

"Jingyi has already agreed to this. She has no objections. Now it's up to both of you. If you agree, when Jingyi comes to me next time, I'll let her talk to her man. Then, we'll arrange a meeting in the Jiangnan area. We'll rent a painted boat, drink wine, and recite poetry at night. Lu Lang, what do you think?" Mu Qingshuang looked at him expectantly, waiting for his answer.

Lu Xun was unwilling in his heart. Other things could be negotiated, but this was absolutely not possible because it was simply impossible. He thoughtfully said, "Shuang'er, I'm more of a plain person and don't like being with strangers. As your husband, I'm sorry, but I can't agree to this request."

The term 'husband' made Mu Qingshuang forget all else. She hugged his tiger waist tightly, burying herself in his arms, "It's okay, it's okay. I'll follow my husband's wishes. If you don't want to see him, I won't push."

While speaking...

She continued to nuzzle.

"Lu Lang."

"When do you plan to 'eat' the little fox?" Mu Qingshuang looked at him with misty eyes, and her words revealed a hint of breathlessness.

"I...I." Lu Xun hesitated for a moment and replied softly, "Although the little fox is over two hundred years old, she grew up under protection and doesn't know much about certain things. She's just relying on instincts. So, I want to wait until she matures a bit more, truly understands what love is, and then make a decision."

From Lu Xun's words, Mu Qingshuang sensed his deep concern for the little fox. A tinge of sourness rushed through her heart. However, this jealousy quickly disappeared upon careful consideration. She realized that his concern for the little fox far exceeded her own, and it was only natural. This indirectly indicated that her lover was an extraordinary man who valued loyalty and devotion.

He loves truly and doesn't forget the old for the new.

"Lu Lang."

"I'm so lucky. Never thought, at over forty, I'd meet such an outstanding man." Mu Qingshuang kissed his cheek, blushing, "You're making me feel a little excited again. Lu Lang, dinner will take a while. Why not use this idle time for..."

Lu Xun looked at her in astonishment and asked, "Shuang'er, aren't you tired?"

If it were the fairy or the demoness, that'd be one thing, but her mortal body—how could it endure this ferocity? An ordinary woman would have exhausted herself after facing just a tenth of this power for an hour. Yet here she was, still vibrant and energetic. It was inconceivable, truly incomprehensible!

"Jingyi gave me so many elixirs, not for nothing," Mu Qingshuang smiled softly. "Though I can't fly around like you all, with Jingyi's help, I've accumulated twenty years of cultivation. She said whoever marries me gains not just my body but also these twenty years of cultivation."

"Ah!"

Mu Qingshuang just realized this and eagerly said, "Lu Lang, have you gained my cultivation?"

Huh?

Such a wonderful thing exists?

Lu Xun hastily opened his system interface and checked the accumulated cultivation value. At first glance, he was almost startled when he saw the number on the panel: over twenty-eight million, a direct addition of twenty million cultivation value. Crucially, this level... had even broken through to level 60.

With this...

The Pure Yang Body and Iron Wall Defence could both reach level four!

After upgrading these two skills, there were still eight million cultivation points left. This was an unexpectedly wealthy situation. He had never fought such a prosperous battle.

However, he couldn't use these 28 million cultivation points now. If he used them before leaving, he'd return as a Early-stage Innate Realm cultivator when he went out as a Late-stage Heaven Realm cultivator, which couldn't be explained at all. And with the big demoness's investigative abilities, it might lead to other discoveries and might even expose the charming widow. The scene would be unimaginable, and he'd surely be chopped into pieces by all these women.

"Lu Lang?"

"Lu Lang?"

Mu Qingshuang watched her young lover, who was initially filled with excitement, then gradually sank into contemplation. Now, she wore a face of anxiety, curiously asking, "What's wrong with you? Your emotions changed so quickly."

"It's nothing."

"Just caught off guard a bit," Lu Xun hugged her tightly. "Shuang'er, you're truly my lucky star."

As he spoke, his hand quietly reached down.

"Mmm..."

The sweet breath broke the silence in the room.

...

"Open your mouth~"

Lu Xun sat on the edge of the bed, holding a bowl and slowly feeding the widow with a spoon filled with rice and dishes.

Mu Qingshuang, sitting at the head of the bed, obediently parted her lips, swallowed the food with a satisfied expression, and happily chewed. Looking at the young man feeding her, her heart was doubly sweet. She never expected him to be so considerate, taking care of her with such detail. Indeed, she hadn't given her body to the wrong person.

"Lu Lang."

"Will you continue to be this good to me in the future?" Mu Qingshuang stared at him infatuatedly, asking in a charming voice.

"That is natural."

"Because you are my wife. You've given me the best of everything, and I mustn't disappoint your trust," Lu Xun again brought the spoon filled with food to her lips, gently saying, "Don't think too much, quickly finish your meal."

"Mmm."

Mu Qingshuang opened her mouth, taking another bite.

"Lu... Lu Lang." She whimpered, "When will you come next time?"

"Um, in a few days."

Lu Xun answered leisurely, "I've been quite busy lately."

Mu Qingshuang nodded, not saying much, obediently eating the food he fed her.

After some time passed, Mu Qingshuang finished her meal, and Lu Xun had to leave. He sat on the edge of the bed for a while, chatting sweetly with the beautiful widow, sharing affectionate words. After a deep and heartfelt goodbye kiss, he silently stood up, ready to leave the room.

"Husband."

Mu Qingshuang suddenly grabbed his arm, her watery eyes staring at him, her face full of pitiful innocence, "Don't forget me."

"How can I!"

Lu Xun smiled and reassured her, "I can't forget you no matter what."

"Then, husband...."

Mu Qingshuang gently bit her lip, releasing his arm, and said tenderly, "Take care on your way."

"Okay!"

Lu Xun agreed and left the room, leaving the lonely widow sitting at the bedside, her face showing reluctance.

"Sigh.."

Mu Qingshuang, who had been spirited until now, finally revealed a painful expression. Biting her lip tightly, she complained with a huff, "Lu Lang is so fierce!"

As the words fell, she reached into the bedding and immediately showed a face of anger and helplessness. She sighed and loudly shouted, "Someone!"

After a moment, a close maid walked in and stood respectfully in the outer room, asking, "Madam, what are your orders?"

"Prepare a clean set of bedding, and bring another bowl of hot water. Also, bring a clean cloth," Mu Qingshuang said calmly.

"Yes, Madam."

The maid hurriedly left.

Shortly after, two maids came in, one holding a clean set of bedding, and the other carrying a bowl of hot water. After arranging the bedding and hot water, Mu Qingshuang dismissed them.

Enduring the intense pain, Mu Qingshuang slowly got out of bed. She first tended to her wounds and then changed the bedding. As for the old bedding, she glanced at the messy scene, a blush appearing on her cheeks.

Finding a pair of scissors, she cut off a piece and carefully hid it away. As for the rest, she threw it into a corner, planning to have someone burn it later.

After everything was done, Mu Qingshuang wore a loose and simple nightgown. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly ahead, her mind filled with unbearable memories. Lost in her thoughts, she slowly lay down, hugging the new bedding, rolling back and forth on the bed.

"Oh heavens! Oh heavens!"

"I finally got what I wanted!"

However, at this moment, the room door suddenly opened, and a voluptuous woman walked in from outside. She was dressed in a daoist robe, holding a Buddhist staff, emitting an icy temperament as if a proud ice phoenix or a distant fairy, unaffected by the worldly affairs.

"What's that smell?"

"Why is it so musky?"

Su Jingyi entered the bedroom, immediately frowning.

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