Chapter 380 A Mistake

"I love bathing, my skin is so nice—" Hearing the cheerful singing from big brother inside the house, Luo Yuan stood outside the door, puzzled. What was going on with big brother? Had he found some silver? Why was his mood so high since he returned from the South Gate, loudly demanding to bathe before even entering the house? The maids had brought in hot water dozens of times, and he had been soaking for over half an hour, yet he showed no sign of coming out.

"Big brother, Big brother—" he gently tapped on the door, only to hear Lin Wanrong call from inside, "Is that you, Little Luo? Come in quickly."

Luo Yuan pushed the door open and saw big brother lazily lying in a large wooden tub filled with flower petals, his head resting on the wooden rim, his face showing a mysterious smile, humming an unknown tune. He looked incredibly joyful.

"Big brother, have you found some news about the silver?" Luo Yuan, seeing his carefree appearance, felt a surge of joy, and quickly pulled up a wooden stool to sit beside him, anxiously asking.

Being watched by this kid while bathing was somewhat embarrassing. Lin Wanrong splashed hot water on his face, took a satisfying breath, and then nodded, "Yes, there are some leads—"

Luo Yuan was overjoyed, "Quickly tell me, big brother, what leads? Have you found the location of the hidden silver?"

"The place has been found," Lin Wanrong said with a wry smile, letting out a long sigh, "Little Luo, tell me, if those people hid the silver in Weishan Lake, could you find it?"

Luo Yuan gasped, his joyful expression instantly fading. He looked downcast and asked, "Big brother, are you serious? Is the silver really hidden in Weishan Lake?"

It seemed undeniable. Seeing Luo Yuan's dejected face, Lin Wanrong laughed, "The silver being in Weishan Lake is almost certain. Although the vast Weishan Lake is hard to search, it won't scare me. Worst comes to worst, we'll drain the lake and expose everything, don't you think?"

Luo Yuan's spirits lifted at the sound of this, trusting in big brother's intelligence and wit. He nodded vigorously, "You're right, Big brother. If all else fails, we'll mobilize the local people to fill the lake. I don't believe that we, living people, can be defeated by such a challenge!"

The two laughed heartily for a moment. Even though they hadn't found a solution yet, their moods had improved considerably. Seeing Lin Wanrong peacefully closing his eyes, Luo Yuan asked, "Big brother, did something good happen to you? I've never seen anyone bathe for a whole hour before."

"Has it been an hour already?" Lin Wanrong exclaimed, "Oh no, I've wasted precious time. Little Luo, where is your sister staying?"

"Sister and Sister Xu are staying in the rear wing." Luo Yuan roughly explained the location, smiling, "It's so late; they've probably all gone to bed."

"Not without me, Ning'er won't sleep," he said, a mischievous grin on his face, patting his young brother-in-law's shoulder, "I need to talk to Ning'er about something important, something that must be said at night. You go get ready, gather some more men, those familiar with the water, preferably fishermen from around Weishan Lake. Early tomorrow, we'll go sweep across Weishan Lake."

Upon hearing his big brother's arrangement for serious matters, Luo Yuan excitedly nodded, giving a thumbs up, saying, "Big brother, even in the bath, you don't forget about serious matters. I admire you, I admire you. I will go and arrange it right away." Lin Wanrong's face turned red, and he was naturally too embarrassed to say that this was an excuse to get rid of him quickly. He could only smile slightly, his face full of mystery.

After Luo Yuan left, Lin Wanrong jumped out of the wooden barrel with a splash, hurriedly put on his clothes, and headed to the backyard. Although Luo Min's government office was dilapidated, it was not small. He rushed to the backyard and saw several rooms lit with lamps. He didn't know which room Ning'er was in.

Luo Yuan had just said that Ning'er's room was the first room on the north side. He looked ahead and saw two rooms on the north side, side by side, both lit with lamps.

It seemed he had not found the wrong place. He chuckled and tiptoed towards the first room. The light inside was dim, and the window paper vaguely revealed the shadow of a woman, dressed very thinly, with a curvaceous and beautiful figure.

His heart itched, lust burning within him. He found the position of the door, and just as he was about to knock gently, he saw that the door was ajar, as if left specifically for him.

‘Good Ning'er, proactive, I like it!’ He covered his lips, chuckled a few times, gently pushed open the ajar door, and tiptoed in.

This was a room, with a small study on the outside, and Luo Ning's boudoir inside. He sneaked a peek inside and saw a pink gauze curtain between the inner and outer rooms. Through the gauze, a woman was wearing a thin nightgown, sitting with her back to him, one small hand propping her fragrant cheek, lost in thought by the window.

From the side, the thin nightgown's soft fabric could not hide her wonderful figure. Her chest's twin peaks seemed to have lost their restraint, standing tall and erect, her willowy waist barely a handful, her beautiful hips high and raised, like a newly risen millstone. The view was captivating, making one's blood surge.

‘My goodness, my little Ning'er has grown more voluptuous. This little butt, wow, indescribable.’ His heart was on fire, and he swallowed hard, hurriedly lifted the pink gauze, and slowly walked over.

The woman was sitting by the window, so lost in thought that she was unaware of his arrival. Three steps, two steps, one step, Lin Wanrong's face wore a lewd smile, he held his breath lightly, his footsteps as quiet as a cat, coming behind her, his eyes falling on her chest, his mind buzzing as if hundreds of mosquitoes were flying at once.

The thin silk nightgown could not hide the protruding orbs, most of the soft, delicate, jade-like mounds were exposed, round and erect, too large for two hands to grasp, pushing the nightgown high. The two full breasts were tightly squeezed together, forming a deep crevice, and with her gentle breathing, two red beans appeared and disappeared, like the tides of the sea, one wave higher than the other.

At this sight, even a stone man would be aroused. How could Lord Lin endure it? He embraced her soft body, his hands landing on those surging twin peaks, pressing down hard, and lewdly laughed, "Ning'er, my little darling—"

Embraced by him, the woman was suddenly caught off guard and immediately let out a terrified scream, her legs kicking frantically, and she cried out, "Help, help, there's a lecher—"

The sound seemed a bit off, and Master Lin paused for a moment. The woman had already turned her head, and their eyes met. Both let out a cry of surprise, and the woman, both embarrassed and angry, shouted, "It's you?"

"It's not me!" Master Lin yelled straight back, but his heart exploded with a loud bang. Trouble, trouble, he had touched the wrong person!

"You lecherous fiend, let go of me, let go of me now!" Miss Xu kicked him hard in the leg, her eyes seeming to spit fire, looking like a furious tigress.

Lin Wanrong cried out in pain, having taken her kick, his face contorted with agony. He yelled, "Let go, let go of what?!" As he finished speaking, his hands habitually grabbed something smooth and delicate, like freshly washed milk, so comfortable that he forgot to let go. He thought, ‘I'll touch once more and then release!’

He rubbed Miss Xu's chest once more before reluctantly letting go. He saw Xu Zhiqing's nightgown loose, her snow-white breasts half-exposed, gently heaving, a dazzling sight.

"Sorry, I touched the wrong person, touched the wrong person," Lin Wanrong said sheepishly, his eyes fixed on her chest, unwilling to move.

"You lecherous fiend, I'll fight you to the death!" Xu Zhiqing's eyes filled with tears, and she let out a piercing scream. Without even fixing her clothes, she charged at him.

"It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! I came to find Ning'er!" Master Lin dodged her attack, but his eyes involuntarily swept over her chest again. ‘My goodness, they're big, really big!’

Seeing his lecherous gaze fixed on her chest, Xu Zhiqing's shame and anger were beyond words. Tears fell, and with a crash, she grabbed the crossbow beside her, aiming at him.

‘Oh no, this girl is fiery,’ Master Lin thought, breaking into a cold sweat. He turned and ran, the door slamming shut behind him. Xu Zhiqing looked up to shoot, only to see Lin San disappear like a rabbit without a tail.

"You lecher, I won't let you go!" Miss Xu roared, firing four arrows from the crossbow. The arrows embedded themselves half a foot into the wooden beam, their tails quivering, humming. She threw the crossbow aside, stood still for a moment, and then burst into tears.

Master Lin hid in the next room, his heart pounding non-stop. He heard the sound of the four arrows clearly, his back drenched in cold sweat. ‘This girl really dares! It wasn't intentional, just a mistake, a mistake, understand?! Damn, what bad luck, did I not wash my hands today?’

Speaking of washing hands, he brought his hand to his nose and sniffed. A faint fragrance entered his nostrils, and he recalled that soul-stirring touch. His heart jumped again. He had always noticed Xu Zhiqing's good figure but never thought it would be so devilish, curvy and voluptuous. That taste, like a ripe peach. If not for today's accidental encounter, he wouldn't even have caught a whiff of the fragrance.

He gently patted his chest a few times, looked around, and saw that the courtyard was silent. From the room he had just escaped, there seemed to be a faint sound of weeping, barely audible. "Alas, today's incident, even if I were to jump into the Yellow River, I couldn't clear my name. That rascal Little Luo must have played me on purpose," he thought gloomily, yet without a hint of regret in his heart.

According to Little Luo, that room should be where Luo Ning was staying, and this should be true. But what was Miss Xu doing running into someone else's room for no reason? Wasn't this intentionally causing a misunderstanding? And where was Ning'er?

He walked a few more steps into the backyard, some distance from Luo Ning's boudoir, when he suddenly heard a voice from a small room ahead: "Was that Sister Zhiqing just now? Was it you shouting earlier? I was too far away to hear clearly."

As she spoke, there was a soft sound of water from inside the room. Lin Wanrong suddenly realized, "Ah, so Ning'er is still taking a bath. This little darling must be obeying my words, washing herself clean."

Hearing Ning'er's voice, there could be no mistake this time. The heat that had just risen in his heart suddenly flared up again. He chuckled, slowly pushing the door open. Inside the room was a simple and elegant dressing table, with a small glass mirror on it. Next to the mirror was a white screen, behind which steamy mist was rising, and a vague figure was leaning in a wooden tub, gently washing herself.

Hearing footsteps, Luo Ning called out in a sweet voice, "Sister Xu, is that you coming in? Why don't you speak?"

"It's not your Sister Xu, it's your husband." Lin Wanrong chuckled, turned around the screen, and stood in front of Luo Ning.

A large wooden tub hid Luo Ning's charming body, revealing only two white wrists, her skin smooth as milk. Luo Ning let out a soft cry, her face flushed, hurriedly placing her hands over her chest, half-concealing yet even more enticing, "Big, big brother, why are you here?"

"Big brother came to see you." Lord Lin's eyes fell on Luo Ning's chest. Though obscured by a faint mist, and her bosom hidden in the water, he could still see a clear outline, full and firm, like towering mountains. With her gentle breathing, dazzling waves rippled in the water.

"Big brother, you're so naughty!" Feeling big brother's scorching gaze on her, Luo Ning's heart pounded like a frightened deer, her face reddening as if painted with ten layers of rouge. She didn't know where to put her hands and feet, hurriedly lowering her head, her white neck turning an enticing pink.

Lin Wanrong swallowed hard, slowly taking her small hand, gently saying, "My little Ning'er, have you finished washing? Big brother has something important to discuss with you, very important, concerning our whole lives."

Luo Ning's cheeks flushed, wanting to move but not daring to, her small mouth slightly open, she softly hummed in agreement, then hurriedly buried her head back into the tub.

Seeing her shy and unbearable appearance, Lin Wanrong's heart couldn't help but swell with tenderness. ‘This girl, she really is lovely and obedient!’ He slowly reached out, embracing Luo Ning's smooth and pure shoulders. Luo Ning trembled all over, softly crying out "Big brother," and then dared not lift her head again.

In the humid mist, beads of sweat formed on Luo Ning's burning skin, releasing a tantalizing scent. Her rosy cheeks shimmered with a seductive glow in the dim light.

With a gentle splash, Lin Wanrong wrapped his arms around Luo Ning's delicate waist, lifting her out of the water. Luo Ning let out a soft whimper, her eyes shyly closing, yet she proudly arched her chest. Her pristine body was exposed before Lin Wanrong, her heart filled with a mix of shyness and joy.

Her figure was slender, her flawless legs smooth and straight. They pressed tightly together, revealing her alabaster-like abdomen. Her ample bosom stood firm and round, the two rosy buds quivering slightly, casting enchanting ripples. Lin Wanrong took a towel from the side, carefully drying her body. Luo Ning shivered slightly, warmth flooding her heart. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she suddenly collapsed into his embrace, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Silly girl, why are you crying? Isn't your big brother right here?" Lin Wanrong said gently, caressing her damp hair.

"Big brother, I'm just so happy," Luo Ning whispered tearfully. "Do you know how long I've waited for this moment?"

As she trembled in his arms, Lin Wanrong felt a pang of guilt. He quickly pecked her rosy lips and smiled tenderly, "Ning'er, you're truly beautiful."

Luo Ning let out a soft moan, her eyes half-closed, her face flushed. With her smooth arms wrapped tightly around his neck, she mustered the courage to whisper into his ear, "Big brother, take me home. I want to be your wife."

He couldn't possibly agree to such a request, considering there was another woman waiting for him at home. Realizing this, Luo Ning's face turned even redder.

"Big brother," Luo Ning said, her face flushed with embarrassment, yet she bravely met his gaze. Her beautiful eyes were filled with shyness and infatuation. Her chest heaved slightly, and her radiant face glowed with happiness. "I can't wait any longer. I want to be your wife, right now."

In an instant, Luo Ning seemed to transform, shedding her usual shyness. She leaned against the dressing table, her breathing rapid, her eyes clouded with desire. Her lips parted slightly, emitting a faint fragrance. Clinging tightly to Lin Wanrong, her bosom pressed against his chest, she said in an irresistibly seductive voice, "Big brother, take me."

Master Lin had never expected that the knowledgeable and seemingly gentle Talented Lady Luo would have such a wild side. ‘Damn it, is there any room left for a man to live?’ he thought, a fire burning in his heart. He could no longer contain himself and was about to tear off his clothes when he felt a pair of warm little hands already unbuttoning his shirt, slowly opening it.

‘Expert at undressing! My Ning'er is truly a little treasure,’ he thought, pleased. He held Luo Ning's smooth back with both hands, gently caressing down from her waist, cupping those fragrant and tender buttocks, and giving them a light pinch.

Luo Ning felt as if she had been struck by electricity, her heart trembling rapidly. Her mouth exhaled waves of fragrance, and she let out a soft cry as she fell into his arms. Her eyes, however, were fixed on the mirror on the dressing table. In the mirror, she saw her own blushing face, filled with springtime emotions, tightly embraced by her big brother. In an instant, they were about to become one. Her heart was filled with both anticipation and fear, her pretty face flushed with two red clouds, making her look even more charming and attractive.

"Little darling, you are truly bewitching," Lin Wanrong's heart was aflame. He pressed Luo Ning's soft and tender body onto the dressing table. Talented Lady Luo's buttocks tightened, and her two round and slender jade legs were tightly wrapped around him, her raised buttocks slowly pressing down.

"Oh—" After a soft moan, it was no longer clear whether it was a groan or a sob...