Marrying a White Snake Wife is Super Cool

Gu Gaoxu said, "Brother Lu, to be honest, the Emperor has given a verbal edict summoning me for an audience."

"Oh? When did this happen? You’re not going to celebrate New Year’s here before you go? It’s almost upon us!" Lu Yuan asked.

"Just now. I suppose it’s about the investigation into the Sixth Son of King Lu. As for New Year’s, I’m afraid I’ll have to spend it on the road!" Gu Gaoxu was a little worried.

With his Martial Arts completely gone, Gu Gaoxu was no different from an ordinary person. If he encountered any danger, he would be completely defenseless.

Lu Yuan could naturally guess Gu Gaoxu’s concerns. "Just go," he said. "Don’t worry, I’ll send people to protect you!"

"Are they reliable?"

The team that escorted Gu Zhaolian wasn’t exactly a bunch of amateurs, and didn’t they get completely wiped out?

Lu Yuan said mysteriously, "Don’t worry!"

"Oh, and take this. I’ll tell you how to use it, but when you’re done, you have to give it back to me!" Lu Yuan took something out and stuffed it into Gu Gaoxu’s hand.

Lu Yuan leaned in and whispered something in Gu Gaoxu’s ear.

Gu Gaoxu listened while silently mouthing the words.

"Got it memorized?" Lu Yuan asked.

Gu Gaoxu weighed the object in his hand, a look of extreme confidence on his face. "Brother Lu, don’t worry, I’ve got it memorized!" he said.

Feeling reassured, Gu Gaoxu slapped his thigh, stood up, and said, "Alright! Then I’ll set off this afternoon!"

Lu Yuan walked Gu Gaoxu to the Mansion Gate. Seven or eight Jinyi Guards were standing on the street in front.

Looking at the Jinyi Guards who had survived the other day, Lu Yuan whispered to Gu Gaoxu, "Is that all of them?"

Gu Gaoxu laughed. "What else? I suppose the Jinyi Guards waiting at the Mansion Gate were just waiting for my injuries to heal before taking me to the Imperial City.

But we lost more than half our men a few days ago, so of course I’m anxious! I’m worried these few men won’t be enough to protect me!"

Lu Yuan pushed Gu Gaoxu down the steps in front of the Mansion Gate. "Go on, go on. You’ll have the armored cavalry with you too!"

"What? That guy Lan Tai? I’d rather they not come with me!" Gu Gaoxu said, resisting the idea.

Lu Yuan just smiled without a word.

As Gu Gaoxu’s injuries had yet to heal, he couldn’t ride a horse and had to leave in a carriage.

After Gu Gaoxu left, Lu Yuan rubbed his hands together and declared, "My ladies, here I come!"

「 ... 」

On New Year’s Eve, the Lu Mansion was adorned with lanterns and streamers. Everyone was busy, about to welcome the new year.

Just like in previous years, Zhao Qiao’Er sat at a table with a chair, guarding the warehouse doors and counting out silver taels.

"Don’t rush, don’t crowd! There’s enough for everyone, and it’s more than last year!"

Zhao Qiao’Er began to distribute the bonuses.

Everyone replied, "Thank you, Second Mistress!"

"Hey, that’s right! Take it! And after this year, you’ll have to change what you call me again! For now, I’m Second Mistress!"

「 ... 」

Zhao Qiao’Er chatted with the servants as she handed out the bonuses.

Song Meiqin had given birth and finished her month of postpartum confinement. She felt relaxed all over.

It had been a long time since Song Meiqin had visited the factory. On New Year’s Eve, instead of staying in the mansion to look after her child, she suddenly felt the urge to go take a look.

Song Meiqin didn’t tell anyone. She snuck out of the Mansion Gate by herself and went to the factory Lu Yuan had set up in Taiping City.

On New Year’s Eve, the factory grounds were deserted. Everyone had gone home to prepare for the holiday.

Song Meiqin walked along the main street of the factory grounds, passing each workshop, her heart filled with emotion.

Ever since she got pregnant, Song Meiqin had left this place in the care of the old steward.

"Who are you?"

A guard on duty at the factory walked over from a distance and said, "The employees are all on holiday today. You can’t linger on the factory grounds!"

Song Meiqin stood her ground, tucked her hair behind her ears, and said in a captivating voice, "It’s me."

The guard looked closer and found her increasingly familiar. "Whoa! Director, what are you doing here! Do you have any instructions?"

The guard hurried forward. The Director was the woman of his dreams—and the dream woman of every man at the factory.

’I haven’t seen her in months,’ he thought. ’I’ve really missed her.’

Song Meiqin replied, "I’m just taking a look around. Don’t mind me. You should get back to your patrol."

"Yes, Director!" After acknowledging her, the guard left, head held high and chest puffed out.

Song Meiqin ambled along and soon arrived at the door of her director’s office.

She pushed the door open. Inside, it was spotless, and things were arranged neatly. It looked like someone came to clean it regularly!

Song Meiqin went to the window and yanked the curtains open. The warm winter sun streamed in, lifting her spirits.

Suddenly!!!

An arm wrapped around Song Meiqin’s beautiful waist from behind.

At the same time, the person pulled the curtains shut.

The office grew dim again without the sunlight.

Song Meiqin flinched, clearly startled.

In broad daylight, someone was actually daring to molest Song Meiqin.

Song Meiqin let out a frightened shriek, "Who is it!"

The person held her even tighter.

Song Meiqin could clearly feel something hard pressing against her rear.

"How dare you! Don’t you know whose woman I am?" Song Meiqin twisted her body, struggling with all her might.

"Aunt Song, it’s me, your nephew!" Lu Yuan took half a step forward, nibbling on Song Meiqin’s earlobe as he spoke softly.

"Nephew? What are you doing here?" Song Meiqin finally relaxed and leaned back against him.

Song Meiqin, who had just been struggling, was now playfully teasing him back, making Lu Yuan tingle all over.

Lu Yuan explained, "I saw Aunt Song leave by herself. I was worried, so I came to check on you!"

"I’m a grown woman, what’s there to worry about!" Song Meiqin said, a little breathlessly.

Lu Yuan’s hands, which had been around her waist, had already moved up and were now squeezing Song Meiqin’s two water bags.

Song Meiqin slapped Lu Yuan’s hand and said in a coquettish voice, "Gently, gently. You’re squeezing the milk out. It’ll wet my clothes."

Having just given birth, Song Meiqin’s milk supply was naturally abundant. Any amount of pressure was sure to produce a result.

Lu Yuan finally stopped, turned Song Meiqin around, and pressed her against the windowsill. He said with a wicked grin, "Are they feeling full? Let me take a look!"

"When it comes to medical skills, I’m a professional!"

With a few RIPPING sounds!

Before Aunt Song could reply, Lu Yuan ripped her clothes open, revealing the pale white water bags inside.

Lu Yuan weighed each one in his hand. They were a pound and a half each!

That kind of weight belonged to the F Level.

"Whoa, Aunt Song, these are much rounder than before, and they’re not small either!" Lu Yuan couldn’t help but praise.

Song Meiqin’s beautiful face flushed red. She looked down and saw they were indeed much larger than before.

As he weighed them, Lu Yuan’s brow furrowed slightly. "Aunt Song," he said, "do you ever feel a sense of soreness?"

Song Meiqin puffed out her chest, placed her index finger on her lips, and thought for a moment. "Nephew, now that you mention it, I do feel it a little."

Lu Yuan pinched the lower-right side of the round, left water bag.

"Ouch! Right there, that’s where it hurts," Song Meiqin cried out suddenly.

Lu Yuan continued to knead the area and said, "Aunt Song, you have a blockage. You don’t need medicine, though. I’ll clear it up for you."

"Nephew, it’s a little cold~"

Song Meiqin said, covering her upper body.

Lu Yuan conjured a ball of cyan Flame to warm the room. In a moment, the room grew cozy.

Lu Yuan held the two water bags hanging on Aunt Song’s chest with both hands, using a traditional kneading technique to clear the clogs.

Song Meiqin closed her eyes, looking as if she were thoroughly enjoying it.

Lu Yuan’s technique was tried and tested, extremely skilled. It made Song Meiqin feel like she was floating up and down, every touch perfectly timed.

"Nephew, I can’t take it anymore, I can’t stand up. Let’s go to the inner room. There’s a place to lie down in there."

Song Meiqin’s legs felt weak, and she could barely walk. She quickly took Lu Yuan’s hand and led him toward the inner room.

"Aunt Song, you can’t take it already?

That won’t do. It seems you’re really in need of a good poking!" Lu Yuan said with a laugh.

Song Meiqin lay down, smoothly hooking her feet onto Lu Yuan’s shoulders.

Song Meiqin put some force into it, rocking Lu Yuan’s body, which made the large water bags on her chest sway along...

Aunt Song smiled seductively. "I’m in need? Then come and get me, Nephew~"