Finest Servant Chapter 169

Published at 7th of July 2023 10:55:48 AM

Chapter 169 I'm Not One to Be Taken Lightly

In a state of urgency, Xu Wei instructed those around him, "Deploy all our best swimmers to search for Little brother Lin in the lake. We must conduct a thorough search along the lake's shores. We must find him alive…" Noticing the Eldest Miss' troubled expression, Xu Wei quickly halted his words, asserting, "We must find him."

The Eldest Miss heaved a sigh, her gaze lingering on the broken red thread in her hand. Her demeanor was profoundly somber, and no one could discern her thoughts.

As soon as Lin Wanrong hit the water, he knew something was amiss. Qin Xian'er clung to him like a mermaid, limiting his movements.

He hastily opened his eyes underwater, only to see Qin Xian'er tightly embracing him, her eyes shut, her face colored with a hint of shyness.

He was sweating, worried if this young girl couldn't swim well. Carrying such a large person, she might very well drown. As he mulled over this, he suddenly remembered that Qin Xian'er had been lurking underwater for quite a while, suggesting she was capable of swimming.

This realization brought him considerable relief. Knowing his own underwater skills were commendable, he gently tapped Qin Xian'er's shoulder. Realizing his intent, she quickly let him go, flashed an embarrassed smile, then spun around and took off, swimming ahead like a nimble mermaid.

He hadn't expected the girl to have such underwater skills. He wondered how she'd look in a swimsuit. Smirking at the thought, Lin Wanrong noticed Qin Xian'er signaling him to keep up. It appeared as if she was quite familiar with the currents of the West Lake.

The light rain scattered across the lake, much like a gentle maiden's touch, soothingly caressing his face.

Having swum a considerable distance, Qin Xian'er signaled again. They were touching the sandy lake bed, indicating they were about to surface.

Emerging from the water, Lin Wanrong took a deep breath. The long underwater journey had been exhausting, only occasionally interrupted by a few secretive breaths at the surface.

However, the lake shore was densely forested. Lin Wanrong was perplexed. "Xian'er, is this the gathering place of your White Lotus Sect?" He needed to ascertain this. He certainly didn't want to unwittingly stumble into a den of the White Lotus Sect. It would be a death wish, an act of impatience with life.

Xian'er turned to him with a smile. "Don't worry, Young Master. Only I know this path, how could I harm you? I noticed that you are an excellent swimmer, much better than me. Where did you learn to swim?"

With a cheeky grin, Lin Wanrong replied, "I used to have a nickname, 'Tiger on Land, White Dragon in the River'. It wasn't for nothing."

Covering her mouth, Qin Xian'er chuckled gracefully, "Young Master, you speak in such a playful manner. It's hard to tell which of your words are true and which are false."

Seeing her radiant, joyful countenance, Lin Wanrong vaguely remembered their first encounter. She was undercover as a courtesan, adept at poetry and music, full of charm, and seemingly indifferent to everyone. But now, she was genuinely warm and moving. The most unpredictable and multifaceted thing in the world, he thought, was indeed a woman.

Qin Xian'er's veiled scarf had long been lost in the water. Laughing, she stripped off her soaked robe, revealing the graceful curves of her body. Though she was dressed, her form was alluringly pronounced - both the prominent and the pert, exceptionally tempting. This girl, so pure and shy in the bawdy atmosphere of Miaoyu Pavilion, had returned to the White Lotus cult and was suddenly unrestrained and bold. It seemed she was indeed a natural siren.

Lin Wanrong found himself swallowing hard. Damn it, was he a gentleman after all? How else could he resist the urge to pounce upon seeing such tantalizing beauty?

Qin Xian'er noticed his intense gaze and felt her heart race. Her pretty face flushed crimson and she squealed, "Young Master, what... what are you looking at?"

Lin Wanrong chuckled, "Xian'er, are you cold?"

Although Qin Xian'er was still in her soaked robe, Lin Wanrong had plunged directly into the water without even removing his clothes, the sticky dampness uncomfortable against his skin. Even a skilled warrior like him couldn't withstand such torment. He silently cursed his luck.

"I'm not cold," Qin Xian'er replied quietly.

"You may not be, but I am feeling a bit chilly," Lin Wanrong replied with a grin.

Qin Xian'er gasped, suddenly remembering she wore her water garment while he did not. Seeing him drenched from head to toe, she hurriedly suggested, "Young Master, we need to find a place to change into dry clothes."

Lin Wanrong laughed off her concern, "Don't worry about it. This minor issue won't get the best of me. All I need is for you to agree to one little condition, a simple one, and I won't be cold anymore."

"What condition?" Qin Xian'er asked anxiously.

Lin Wanrong revealed his wolfish intentions, "Give me a hug, Xian'er. If you hug me, I won't be cold."

Qin Xian'er lowered her head shyly, her face flushed. 'This Young Master,' she thought, 'he turns wicked as soon as he opens his mouth.'

Though she had been exceptionally bold in Miaoyu Pavilion as part of her cover, upon returning to the White Lotus Sect, she had become a free and wilful little witch. Her nature, however, was shy and passionate, a combination that left Lin Wanrong itching for more.

"Young Master, I am not a frivolous woman," Qin Xian'er said, her face reddening. When they had fallen into the water, it was a life-and-death situation, but now that they were safe, she felt the need to be a bit more reserved.

"Of course, and I'm not a casual person either," Lin Wanrong replied, grinning mischievously as he took her small hand and whispered into her ear, "When I become casual, I'm not myself anymore."

Qin Xian'er's face turned redder at his teasing. Her heart was racing and she couldn't break free from his grip. Seeing him smiling at her made her even more flustered, all her poise as a skilled warrior lost.

It was now winter, and Lin Wanrong, soaked to the skin, shivered as a light breeze swept over him.

Qin Xian'er was taken aback. Although he had always been smooth-talking, his words were frivolous, he never truly overstepped the boundary. She was filled with gratitude and emotion, and lightly supported herself against his arm. Surprisingly, she leaned her delicate body into his embrace willingly, utterly unconcerned with his soaked clothes, and softly cried, "Young Master, you risked your life to save me earlier. Xian'er is eternally grateful."

Sweat, he thought. There was no need for him to risk his life to save her, she was the one testing him, and taking credit for it was somewhat embarrassing. He quickly patted her shoulder and said, "It wasn't me who saved you, actually, I haven't thanked you yet for the several times you saved me."

Qin Xian'er rubbed her head against his chest gently and murmured, "Earlier, seeing you and Miss Xiao getting along so warmly, Xian'er was prepared to die. Who would've thought that you, Young Master, would risk your life for Xian'er? If you treat Xian'er so kindly, even if I were to die, I would want to repay the grace of your acquaintance."

Lin Wanrong was taken aback, he and Miss Xiao were cozy with each other? Where did this come from? The next time she saw him in the same carriage with her, would she immediately slander him for having spent the wedding night with her? This girl loved to be jealous unnecessarily and even liked to throw tantrums. This was absolutely intolerable.

At that moment, with a beautiful woman in his arms, Lin Wanrong was invigorated. He reflected on Qin Xian'er's past as a courtesan who captivated thousands, compared to the gentle beauty in his arms now, she seemed like two completely different people.

Qin Xian'er had a perfect figure, well-proportioned and curvy. Her full, soft bosom was pressed against Lin Wanrong's chest, the faint warmth emanating from her body subtly stirred his heart, as if it could dry his soaked clothes.

When a beauty was in his arms, he could hardly contain himself, this was Lin Wanrong's creed. He gently extended a hand to stroke her back a few times and said, "Xian'er, you've become even more beautiful."

Xian'er blushed deeply and softly replied, "Young Master sure knows how to flatter. You have Qiaoqiao and Xiao Qingxuan, why would you ever think of me, a pitiful creature? If it weren't for our chance encounter today, I fear you would've forgotten who Xian'er was long ago." As she spoke, her expression turned melancholic, on the brink of tears.

Sweat, he thought, this girl was hard to appease. Qin Xian'er's words were true to the core. Lin Wanrong remembered Qiaoqiao, Qingxuan, the Second Miss, but he just couldn't recall Qin Xian'er. Could it be that he wasn't passionate enough? Heaven, how could he have such a flaw? It seemed that he had to work harder to become more affectionate.

There was no need to ponder over how to flatter a girl. Lin Wanrong solemnly said, "Xian'er, you're mistaken. Although we've been apart more than together, our hearts are close, even if we're worlds apart. Once a person leaves a mark in your heart, you can miss them daily even without seeing them. Don't you think that's true?"

Being held by him, Qin Xian'er was already somewhat bewildered, unable to pay attention to the flaws in his words. She lightly said, "Whatever Young Master says, Xian'er believes."

The more he said these words, the harder it became to deceive her. Lin Wanrong decided to ignore her words, and instead just held her tightly in his embrace. Xian'er's body trembled lightly, her petite figure burning hot, as if unable to withstand the intensity of his embrace.

Lin Wanrong, on the other hand, felt increasingly uncomfortable. His clothes were soaking wet, and his whole body felt icy cold, except for the burning heat in his arms. The searing heat in his lower abdomen felt like he was experiencing both ice and fire simultaneously.

"Young Master—" Xian'er murmured shyly in his arms, her bashful and gentle demeanor made Lin Wanrong feel as if his entire body was ignited with fire. He extended his arm, hugging her petite figure tightly, as if wishing to melt her entire being into his embrace.

Qin Xian'er's heart thumped wildly, her body weak without any strength. Before she could utter a word, she felt something hot touching her lower abdomen.

Though she was an innocent woman, she had heard quite a few things from Miaoyu Pavilion. Naturally, she knew what it was. Her breathing became more rapid and heated. Subconsciously, she wanted to pull away from his embrace, her mouth slightly ajar, she said shyly, "Young Master, you are so wicked."

There was no aphrodisiac better than these words in this world. Lin Wanrong was overcome with lust, tightly hugging her full and delicate body. He breathed into her ear and chuckled, "Xian'er, I'm innocent. It's it that has betrayed me—"

Qin Xian'er couldn't bear to hear any more, her whole body trembling lightly. As she was about to struggle away, she felt his embrace tighten, and that wicked thing became even larger, pressing against her lower abdomen.

"Ah—" Qin Xian'er let out a soft gasp, her face as red as fire, her entire body trembling violently. Even her breath lacked strength as she collapsed weakly into his arms.

Chapter end