My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 703 - 435 Su Xiaoxiao: I Really Don’t Want to Talk to You (5000 words)

Chapter 703: Chapter 435 Su Xiaoxiao: I Really Don’t Want to Talk to You (5000 words)

Zhao Rong felt he had still underestimated the speed at which jerks could act.

It seemed as if they were restrained by the Heavenly Dao of this world.

One moment the weather was fine, with clear skies, and he was eating his meal in good spirits; the next, dark clouds loomed overhead, and a storm was about to break, ready to usher in the final dinner.

At this moment, a question from Zhao Qian’er and the evasive responses from Su Xiaoxiao had caused the atmosphere in a corner of the great hall of the Summer Insect Pavilion to freeze in a matter of seconds.

Zhao Rong was the only one standing at the table due to serving rice.

At this time, his expression was calm, but inside, he was panicking like crazy.

He felt especially conspicuous standing there alone, yet he dared not sit down abruptly at this moment.

He stared intently at the bowl in his hand, then imitating the reactions of Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying, his eyes widened slightly, and with a delayed reaction, he turned his head to look at the confronting Su Xiaoxiao and Zhao Qian’er.

Then he showed an appropriately measured expression of curiosity and puzzlement.

However, the scene before him was almost enough to make Zhao Rong, pretending on the surface while frantically thinking of a plan inside, lose his composure.

A little Fox Demon, whose courage matched her diminutive name, couldn’t bear the oppressive gaze of Zhao Qian’er, shifty-eyed and starting to avoid eye contact.

In dangerous and unfamiliar environments, one instinctively looks for familiar things and people who offer comfort.

Without a doubt, the most reliable and comforting presence for Su Xiaoxiao at this scene was Zhao Rong, and upon not being able to withstand the gaze, she would look to him, and then...

Zhao Rong couldn’t help but think of the bizarre speculation that had popped into his head not too long ago.

Qing Jun couldn’t really be planning to murder her own husband, could she? Possibly even collaborate with Xiaoxiao, get rid of him, and then elope – good heavens, why not take me as well?

Internally, he bemoaned his fate... if it really came to that, he would have no choice but to steel himself...

Just as Zhao Rong was gritting his teeth, ready to undertake a desperate plan,

"Are you talking about... this?" A woman in a Confucian robe suddenly spoke up. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

She had been eyeing the steaming food on the table for quite some time, and as she spoke, she leisurely turned her head, the corners of her lips curled into a smile.

Zhu Yourong gestured with the squared chopsticks in her hand, placing them neatly in her palm, then covered them with her other hand and gently rubbed them together under the gaze of Lingfei, Zhao Qian’er, and everyone else.

She nodded slightly and gestured toward Su Xiaoxiao with a tilt of her chin, "I taught this girl. When I first saw her, she was so silly she couldn’t even hold chopsticks. I had to teach her myself, and she learned quite fast."

The woman in the Confucian robe looked at Lingfei with a smile as warm and gentle as that of a nobleman, paused the rubbing motion of her jade hand on the chopsticks, then positioned them between her fingers and started twirling them casually.

This was something she had learned from Zhao Rong days before, when he used to practice the "pen spinning" technique diligently during a foreign language class in his previous life.

However, it was quite obvious that the woman in the Confucian robe had now surpassed the master at the art.

Her fingers were slender and fair; the two chopsticks flitted like nimble butterflies between them.

For a moment, she drew all eyes to her.

Lingfei watched her for a while, then turned to Su Xiaoxiao.

The little Fox Demon had been wallowing in pent-up air, and upon seeing Lingfei’s gaze, she quickly nodded her small head, "Yes, yes, it’s correct, um, thank you, Teacher Zhu. I’m so clumsy, yet you’ve been so patient with me, and... and you taught me embroidery, among other things."

As if fearing that Lingfei and Zhao Qian’er wouldn’t believe her, she blurted out a slew of things, all of which were actually taught to her by Zhao Rong.

Zhu Yourong had a rough idea of Su Xiaoxiao’s simple and frantic thoughts at the moment, but hearing her spill the beans about "embroidery and needlework" and such, she couldn’t help but frown slightly with surprise and puzzlement... You teach that too?

Zhu Yourong wanted to look at someone but refrained... So he knew some women’s privacy matters as well. Hmm, she’d have to ask him about it later.

Although she was thinking this, she had experienced major events before and remained composed and relaxed on the surface, not letting anything show. Instead, she playfully tapped Su Xiaoxiao’s small head with one chopstick and said with a laugh,

"Come now, if you act anymore like a stranger with me, I’ll thump your head until you become a true simpleton."

After the jest, Zhu Yourong didn’t continue looking at the silently cradling-her-head Su Xiaoxiao, but turned to face both Lingfei and Zhao Qian’er, taking the initiative to say,

"Before coming to Wangque Continent, Xuanji and I visited many places together, walking around and listening, seeing many interesting and unusual customs."

She spoke deliberately, pausing in her speech.

"Teacher Zhu, so it turns out you’ve been to my parents’ hometown,"

At this time, Zhao Rong interjected with evident joy, Lingfei and the others glanced at him, but he had already stopped at just the right moment, as if showing genuine emotion, yet without revealing too much information.

Zhu Yourong maintained her smile and nodded slightly, using the opportunity to reflect for a moment on the casual tea-time chat...

"Southern Tranquility State, yes, Tranquility State, right? Is that not the homeland of Miss Zhao’s close elder?"

Zhu Yourong smiled slightly at Lingfei.

The latter pursed her lips, exchanged a glance with Zhao Qian’er, turned back around, and nodded,

How could he understand me so well? Such tacit understanding... Although Zhu Yourong had anticipated his astute ’coordination’, her heart, serene as a still pond, couldn’t help but sigh with worry.

Whatever she sighed about, the youngest female teacher of the Academy was unsure herself.

At that moment, she felt an inexplicable urge to write, to calm her thoughts, and to smooth the gentlе ripples of melancholy and longing in her Heart Lake.

But today, she had already promised Zhao Rong to bring along a certain silly little Fox Demon for dinner, so she and her husband could enjoy a peaceful meal together.

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