Finest Servant Chapter 223

Published at 4th of October 2023 12:06:25 PM

Chapter 223 The Scheme

"Sister, are you serious?" Xiao Yushuang exclaimed in excitement, "That's wonderful. He is a terrible person. I can't defeat him on my own, but together, we can teach him a lesson. Let's see if he dares to bully me again or harass girls outside. Beware, we might not let you in the door."

The Eldest Miss's face flushed. She gently patted her younger sister's face and scolded, "You impudent girl, watch what you're saying. How can you speak so recklessly?"

Xiao Yushuang playfully scrunched her nose at Lin San, her teary eyes sparkling with mischief. Lin Wanrong burst into laughter. "The two of you against me? That's the funniest joke I've ever heard."

Madam Xiao stepped forward and grabbed the hand of Second Miss Xiao, laughing, "You insolent child, always speaking out of turn. After the New Year, when you go to the capital, let's see how you'll manage."

"Mother—" The sight of her mother made the Second Miss Xiao instantly shy. She snuggled into Madam Xiao's arms, behaving like a spoiled child. A genuine smile spread across Madam Xiao's beautiful face. The three of them huddled together, exchanging intimate conversations.

All three were stunning beauties in Jinling, sharing a strong family resemblance. Standing together, they looked like siblings, born of the same mother. The two daughters acted coyly in their mother's arms, Madam Xiao's lips slightly parted, her bosom rising and falling rapidly. The trio resembled fairies frozen in a painting, their beauty natural and unpretentious, a truly captivating sight.

Looking at the three identical beautiful faces, each maturely enchanting, elegantly refined, or innocently pure, Lin Wanrong felt a subtle sense of sentimentality. Beauty was fleeting, and the sight of this mother and daughters laughing carelessly was even more rare and ephemeral. These three exceptionally beautiful women, proud and noble in front of others, hid behind them a vulnerability and bitterness that no one could fathom.

'Ah, all this trouble because they lack a man,' he sighed to himself. 'This vacancy...I guess it's up to me to fill it temporarily. After all, who else but I, Lin San, could do the job in the Xiao family?'

Seeing the charming allure of the three ladies, Lin Wanrong admired them with a purely appreciative gaze, wiping the corner of his mouth. Just as he was about to continue admiring the beautiful sight before him, Si De approached and spoilt the mood, "Brother San, the wounds on my body are paining badly. With your wisdom, do you have any quick remedies?"

Interrupted at the most enjoyable moment, even by a brother, Lin Wanrong chuckled, "A quick remedy, you say? I have one. Go back, get some child's urine, and rub it all over your body. I assure you, by tomorrow morning, you'll feel fresh and exceptional."

Lin San was regarded as a godlike figure, so Si De had no doubts about him. He hastily excused himself, taking Xiao Feng to find the odd remedy.

After all the commotion, it was late into the night. Seeing no further disturbances outside, Madam Xiao, with her two daughters, climbed into the carriage. Surrounded by their household guards, they departed in a majestic procession, heading back home.

From the outskirts of the city where Luo Min had hidden, to Luo Ning's embroidered chamber, and then to the perfume workshop, Lin Wanrong had had a busy day. He felt somewhat exhausted, lagging at the end of the group, yawning incessantly.

"Heehee—" A light giggle suddenly rang in his ear. Opening his eyes, he saw the Second Miss Xiao, Xiao Yushuang, standing nimbly in front of him, her face blooming in a smile.

"Second Miss Xiao, why aren't you in the carriage?" Lin Wanrong asked in surprise.

Xiao Yushuang held his hand, blushing as she replied, "I told my sister that I was tired of sitting in the carriage and wanted to walk. She agreed."

"Oh, I see," Lin Wanrong glanced towards the front of the procession. The curtain of the carriage was slightly lifted, revealing a pair of bright eyes fixed on the two of them. As Lin Wanrong looked back, the curtain was hastily dropped.

"So, you missed me?" Lin Wanrong grinned as the procession turned a corner, out of sight. He pulled Yushuang into his arms and whispered softly.

Startled, Yushuang quickly looked ahead. Seeing her sister and mother's carriage had already rounded the corner, she relaxed. She bashfully scolded him, "You naughty man, always teasing me. This morning, I wanted to have a good talk with you, but you rushed off. By evening, you hadn't returned and I heard you went out and got into a fight. Are you deliberately making me worry? What if you got hurt? That would be the death of me."

Feeling somewhat moved, Lin Wanrong slid his hand under her clothes, gently caressing the delicate flesh of her waist. "Sweetheart, don't worry. I'm skilled in fighting, no one can hurt me."

His words were fiery, his actions even bolder. Yushuang, only sixteen or seventeen, was no match for him. Her breath quickened, her small mouth opening and closing in response to his words. "You boastful man, what skills can you have in fighting? You're best at dealing with my Great General, and bullying me." As she spoke, she remembered their early encounters, her tone growing softer. She pressed her radiant face against his chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat, allowing his hands to explore her waist. A blush crept from her face to her ears.

Sweat broke out on Lin Wanrong's brow. 'This girl thought I only fought dogs, not people.' Seeing her gentle demeanor, Lin Wanrong felt a surge of affection for her. He didn't admonish her, instead tenderly caressing her body.

It was late into the night, quiet and peaceful. They stood in the dark corner, Lin Wanrong's heart aflame. His hands moved upward from Yushuang's waist, softly saying, "Sweetheart, let me examine your body, to help promote your growth."

"What growth—oh, not here—" She was still puzzled by his new term, but felt the warmth of his hands, lifting her small clothes, touching her tender chest.

The place they stood was secluded, tucked into a corner. Although no one was around, they were still outdoors. Xiao Yushuang's heart pounded like a frightened deer, her delicate body trembling slightly. She buried her face into his chest, too shy to lift her head. All she did was whisper into his ear, "Scoundrel—"

Her breasts, fresh and tender, were beginning to take shape, changing constantly under Lin Wanrong's hands. He chuckled and said, "Not bad, in another two years, they will develop even more beautifully."

Second Miss Xiao's face burned, and she buried her head deeper into his chest. In a shy voice, she said, "You scoundrel, always teasing me. Are we like a married couple now?"

"Of course," Lin Wanrong replied with a thick-skinned grin. Luring young girls was his specialty.

"When will I grow as big as my sister?" The young girl looked at him for a long time before finally speaking, asking her question with boundless bashfulness.

"Oh, is your elder sister's very big?" Lin Wanrong broke out in a cold sweat. It was fortunate that Second Miss Xiao had met a lecherous but restrained gentleman like him. Otherwise, her sister would have been questioned inappropriately about her proportions.

"Much bigger than mine," Second Miss Xiao blushed as she said, "But not as big as mother's."

Boom, Lin Wanrong hit a wall! 'My little darling is too candid. This kind of talk should only be shared with me, and should never be said carelessly to others. It could ruin the reputation of your mother. I am an upright man, and I won't dwell on what I've heard. But then again, did these women often compare sizes? That game sounds quite interesting.'

While his mind was in a whirl, his hands gently massaged her, keen on aiding Second Miss Xiao's swift development. A tingling sensation spread through Second Miss Xiao, a soft light glowing in her eyes. Her lips slightly parted, and she asked in a shy voice, "Lin San, are you going to do that thing...the one that makes babies?"

Making babies, by heavens, he had only touched her a little. There was a huge distance between this and making babies. Yet, why did he feel an overwhelming sense of guilt hearing Miss Xiao's words? It wasn't as if he was with an underage girl! The fires of desire in Lin Wanrong plummeted to freezing point. Ignorance could be deadly. He firmly believed that a course on physical health should be provided for girls above twelve to eradicate such misconceptions.

Second Miss Xiao, too embarrassed to lift her head, whispered, "My sister said if a man was being this intimate with me, he was definitely trying to take advantage of me, and I should stab him with a knife."

He had forgotten about that in his lustful haze. Lin Wanrong hastily checked for a knife on Second Miss Xiao, making her giggle and softly say, "You scoundrel, I came to see you willingly, to be teased by you. Why would I need a knife?"

Only then did Lin Wanrong breathe a sigh of relief. The Eldest Miss Xiao had such a bad idea, making him nervous even during tender moments with his sweetheart.

Second Miss Xiao tightly held him and said, "I feel anxious every day I don't see you. Talking to you, being teased by you, that's what makes me happy. My sister said that when you have someone you like, you'll feel this way. The intimacy we shared just now is only acceptable with one's husband. But now I've let you take advantage of me. And you still want to make a baby with me—"

"This...this...my little darling, let me explain. The process of making babies isn't as simple as you think." Sweat began to form on Lin Wanrong's forehead. In these times, women only received some vague knowledge from their mothers on the eve of their wedding night. Now, he had to explain the process of making babies to a young girl. It was a truly challenging task.

'Well,' he thought, 'I'll just keep it simple and easy to understand.' Lin Wanrong chuckled a few times and said, "Well, making a baby is a joint effort between a man and a woman. To put it simply, a man has something called a 'handle', and a woman has something called a 'hole'. Only when the handle fills the hole can a man and a woman combine to produce a baby."

Second Miss Xiao seemed to understand, but also not quite. She bashfully said, "What's this about handles and holes? Your explanation is so obscure and difficult to understand. How am I supposed to get it?"

Fearing she might ask something like "Where is your handle?", Lin Wanrong quickly pulled her into his arms and chuckled, "It's okay if you don't understand. When the time comes for us to have a baby, you'll understand."

Second Miss Xiao softly hummed in acknowledgment, then nestled comfortably into his arms with a radiant smile. After sharing a few words of intimacy, Lin Wanrong behaved himself. Apart from some light touching, he didn't do much else.

When they returned to the Xiao household, the Eldest Miss Xiao was waiting at the door. Seeing Yushuang tightly holding Lin Wanrong's hand, the Eldest Miss Xiao glared at him and said, "If you dare to bully Yushuang in the future, I will die just to spite you."

What strange logic! Lin Wanrong could not understand. He gave a helpless smile. He was extremely tired today, and as soon as he returned to his room and lay down on his bed, he fell asleep.

In his half-asleep, half-awake state, he suddenly felt something was amiss. Forcing his eyes open, he was shocked by the sight before him, and all his hairs stood on end.

Chapter end