Something’s Wrong With My Wife

In the small courtyard.

The beauty sniffed the flowers, and a faint fragrance wafted toward him.

Luo Qingzhou stopped in place and watched quietly without disturbing her.

After a while.

Bai Ling opened her eyes and looked up at him. Two shallow dimples appeared on her face. "Sir, is she beautiful?"

Luo Qingzhou did not answer.

Bai Ling smiled and said, "It's such a simple question. She's either good-looking or not. Sir, you don't even dare to answer such a question?"

Luo Qingzhou was silent for a moment before saying, "Yes, she's good-looking."

Bai Ling smiled faintly. "I'm asking about Second Young Miss."

Luo Qingzhou looked at her and said, "I'm also talking about Second Young Miss."

Their gazes met.

There was a brief silence.

Bai Ling smiled and lowered her head to sniff the flowers in her hand. Then, she looked at him and said, "Sir, there are many such flowers in the flowerbed ahead. Some have just bloomed, and some are about to wither. It would be a waste not to pluck them."

Luo Qingzhou looked at her without saying anything.

Bai Ling raised her eyebrows. "Sir, do you know what I'm talking about?"

Luo Qingzhou shook his head.

Bai Ling sighed and said softly, "Girls like these kinds of flowers. Even if they don't like it, they like to be gifted flowers. If someone can give a stalk of flower every day, the woman will be even happier."

Luo Qingzhou's eyes flickered. He looked at her beautiful face and said, "Then from tomorrow onward, I'll pick one every day and send it to you, Miss Bai Ling."

Bai Ling was stunned and looked at him strangely. "Sir, why are you giving it to me? What I meant was that you should give it to my Young Miss. Although you don't live together, you should go over every day to pay your respects to her, visit her, and send her a flower to express your concern. I thought you knew these, but you haven't done all these, so I came here to remind you."

Luo Qingzhou was slightly stunned. "She probably won't welcome me if I go."

Bai Ling said seriously, "Regardless of whether Young Miss welcomes you or not, you should still go. You're husband and wife, and you stay so close to each other. Shouldn't you see each other every day? Only by seeing each other every day can you cultivate feelings. Moreover, it's the rule for you to pay your respect to Young Miss every day."

Then, she snorted and pouted. "Could it be that Sir is already sick of Young Miss, now that you have already slept with her?"

Luo Qingzhou stared into her eyes and fell silent for a moment before suddenly saying, "Miss Bai Ling, I have a presumptuous request. I hope you can agree to it."

Bai Ling's eyes flickered and she smiled. "Please go ahead and say it, Sir."

Luo Qingzhou stared at her and said, "I want to hug you. May I do that?"

Bai Ling was stunned for a moment before she suddenly burst into laughter, showing her pearly white teeth. She stared at him with bright eyes. "Sir, I can't agree to this request unless you tell the Young Miss and get her permission. Didn't I say before that as long as she agrees, I can even be your concubine-maidservant?"

Luo Qingzhou looked at her and explained, "I just want to hug you. I don't have any other intentions."

Bai Ling still shook her head. "That won't do. It is improper for males and females to have bodily contact. You're the Young Miss' husband. If Old Master and Madam see this, I'll be sunk into the well."

Luo Qingzhou's eyes flickered. Before he could say anything, Bai Ling stood up and handed him the flowers she had just picked. "Sir, I have to go and serve Young Miss now. Here are the flowers. Remember to visit Young Miss every day, preferably at night."

Luo Qingzhou paused for a moment, took the flowers, and glanced at her mouth.

Bai Ling smiled sweetly and waved. When she reached the door, she turned around and said crisply, "By the way, Sir, it's best to start tonight. You have to persevere. Over time, Young Miss will definitely be moved by you."

Luo Qingzhou suddenly looked at her and said, "Miss Bai Ling, can I go over tonight and ask Young Miss for you?"

Bai Ling's eyes flickered and she smiled. "Sir, do you really like me that much?"

Luo Qingzhou stared at her expression and said, "You're so beautiful, naturally, I like you."

When Bai Ling heard this, she raised her brows. "So Sir will like anyone as long as they're beautiful? What about Xia Chan and Second Young Miss? They're both prettier than me, so do you like them too?"

Luo Qingzhou stared into her eyes and answered, "I only like you."

Bai Ling chuckled sweetly and her face lit up. "I'm flattered by your words, Sir."

Luo Qingzhou asked, "So can I?"

Bai Ling's smile faded slightly. She stared at him for a few seconds and smiled. "Sure. As long as you dare to bring it up to Young Miss, and as long as she agrees, I'll let you do whatever you want."

With that, she waved her hand and her pink dress fluttered as she left gracefully.

Luo Qingzhou looked at her figure until she disappeared outside the door. Then, he retracted his gaze and looked at the flowers in his hand.

He froze for a bit before lowering his head and taking a sniff of the flowers.

It was indeed fragrant.

However, this fragrance was not the fragrance that he was looking for, which was the feminine fragrance that he smelled every time he made love with that woman.

He tried to sound her out earlier, but Bai Ling did not reveal anything.

Moreover, he did not hear her thoughts at all.

Could it be that he had to risk being killed by Xia Chan and sound Bai Ling out in front of First Young Miss Qin?

Perhaps... he could hear First Young Miss Qin's thoughts.

From the wedding ceremony until now.

He had never heard the other party speak before. Could she be mute?

After some thought, he made a prompt decision.

"I'll take a look tonight," he thought.

Perhaps he could see or hear something unexpected.

Looking at the time, it was already afternoon.

He stopped thinking about that and closed the courtyard door before returning to the small courtyard.

He closed his eyes and calmed his mind.

His mind replayed the Thunder Fist that Qin Chuan had just executed over and over again.

Every move appeared in his mind and in front of his eyes.

Swoosh!

He punched out and opened his eyes.

Then, he took a deep breath, stepped forward, and punched again.

From slow to fast, from light to heavy.

Halfway through his practice, his forehead was covered in sweat and he was panting.

At the same time, his arms and legs seemed to be filled with lead as they became increasingly heavy.

This technique was indeed extraordinary!

Luo Qingzhou was overjoyed. He used all his strength to slow his speed down, but he still put strength into his arms and continued to punch the remaining moves.

By the time he finished all the moves, he was drenched in sweat, his clothes soaked.

As soon as he stopped, he suddenly felt his legs go weak and he almost fell.

Luo Qingzhou quickly stabilized his body and staggered to the stone table to sit down. He immediately felt his muscles aching and his limbs were weak. It was as if he had used up all his energy.

It seemed like he was too impatient.

This technique was not practiced by ordinary people but by martial artists.

He had not even succeeded in refining his skin yet, but he tried to copy Qin Chuan's speed and strength when he was doing this technique. He had overestimated himself and was asking for trouble.

What he should do now was to slowly familiarize himself with all the moves without using any strength.

After that, he would copy Qin Chuan's speed.

Once that was done, and once he had successfully refined his skin, he would exert the same amount of force as Qin Chuan did behind every punch.

Only then could he use his internal energy to truly cultivate.

Nothing could be accomplished overnight, let alone cultivation.

He had to do things step by step. He could not be impatient.

Otherwise, it was fine if he was not successful in cultivating this, but it would do more harm than good if he hurt his body.

After resting for an hour.

Luo Qingzhou returned to his room and cultivated his internal cultivation technique. The stamina and energy that he had consumed gradually recovered.

In the blink of an eye.

It was already evening.

Luo Qingzhou sat down by the window and read for a while.

By the time Xiao Die returned with dinner, night had already fallen.

"Oh? Young Master, did you pick these flowers?"

The fresh flowers left behind by Bai Ling were on the stone table in the small courtyard.

When Xiao Die saw it, her face was filled with surprise. She picked them up and took a sniff. "It smells so good."

Luo Qingzhou looked at the flowers in her hand and thought about his heroic attempt later. He had a feeling of grim resolve, and it was as if he was about to head to the battlefield and never return.

"Xiao Die, don't touch those flowers. I still have to give them to someone later."

"Ah? Who are you giving them to, Young Master?" she asked.

Luo Qingzhou did not answer.

That was because he could not be sure either.