Marrying a White Snake Wife is Super Cool

Lu Yuan pointed at the plaque above the gate and said, "This is..."

Zhao Qiao’Er took a step forward, looked up at the plaque, and asked, "What do you think? From this day forward, the Zhao Mansion is now the Lu Mansion. The Zhao Mansion of Taiping City is a thing of the past. Now, the number one household in Taiping City is the Lu Mansion!"

Lu Yuan said, "I’m truly unworthy. This is all Aunt Zhao’s family estate!"

Zhao Qiao’Er rubbed her ample chest against Lu Yuan and purred with a seductive smile, "Your aunt already belongs to you, so what does it matter whose name is on the property?"

Standing to the side, Song Meiqin glanced at the shameless flirt and spoke up for Zhao Qiao’Er. "Ever since you built a factory and set up so many shops in Taiping City, Nephew..."

"...a huge portion of the mansion’s income has come from your enterprises. Your Aunt Zhao and I discussed it, and we decided to change the Zhao Mansion to the Lu Mansion."

Lu Yuan cupped his hands and said, "It would be disrespectful for this nephew to refuse the good intentions of my two aunts!"

...

That day, several banquet tables were set up inside the Lu Mansion. Su Changliang, Xiaoqian, and the others all came, making for a lively atmosphere. Aside from Song Meiqin, everyone had at least a little something to drink.

Zhao Qiao’Er in particular, with her wide waist, broad hips, and towering height of 189 centimeters, had already started acting out after downing several jars of wine.

Zhao Qiao’Er swayed, waving her hand. "Don’t mind me! My little sweetheart’s back, and your Aunt Zhao is happy today!"

Su Liyan poked Lu Yuan with her fingertip and whispered, "Brother, why don’t you help Aunt Zhao back to her room? I can handle things here."

Lu Yuan nodded, gestured toward Zhao Qiao’Er for the others to see, and said quietly, "Everyone, please excuse us. I’m going to help Aunt Zhao back to her room."

Everyone murmured in agreement.

Lu Yuan grabbed Zhao Qiao’Er’s right arm, draped it over his shoulders, and supported the tall aunt with his own body.

Zhao Qiao’Er staggered, her head lolling. "Little sweetheart, where are you taking me? Drink, let’s drink!"

Supporting her, Lu Yuan said, "Aunt Zhao, you’re drunk. Slow down, watch your step."

"I’m not drunk! Leave me alone!"

...

Everyone watched the pair’s retreating figures—one tall and one short, one stout and one slim—with smiles on their faces.

As Lu Yuan helped Zhao Qiao’Er across the covered walkway and around a corner, she mumbled, "Little sweetheart, I want you to carry me on your back!"

Lu Yuan just smiled at her request, then hoisted Zhao Qiao’Er up onto his back.

Back then, it was precisely by carrying the fleshy Zhao Qiao’Er on his back, like a "small horse pulling a large cart," that Lu Yuan had won over this dear aunt of his.

Song Meiqin picked up a peanut with her chopsticks, placed it in her mouth, and chewed slowly, not seeming the least bit worried whether her good sister Zhao Qiao’Er was actually drunk.

Xiaoqian ran up to Gu Ziye’s side and asked playfully, "So you’re the fourth wife our brother-in-law just married?"

Xiaoqian and Gu Ziye had never met before. A pair of furry ears twitched atop Xiaoqian’s head.

Xiaoqian usually kept her furry ears hidden; only in the Su Mansion and Lu Mansion would she let them stand up straight.

Gu Ziye thought the ears were part of a fluffy toy and said with a smile, "Yes, I joined the family half a month ago. That ear-shaped hairpin you’re wearing is quite cute."

Xiaoqian pinched one of her ears and gave it a flick. "You mean this? These are my ears! They’re not a hairpin."

"Huh?" Gu Ziye gasped in disbelief. The young woman before her, who looked to be about her own age, was actually not from the Human Race.

Xiaoqian’s Talent Skill, Illusion, allowed her to look no different from an ordinary person.

If Xiaoqian wished, she could even take on Lu Yuan’s appearance, and besides Su Liyan, probably not even the two aunts could tell the difference based on looks alone.

There was one catch, however. The Lu Yuan that Xiaoqian transformed into was, at the end of the day, still a woman. Her identity would be exposed the moment they did... *that* sort of thing.

Su Liyan, who was holding her daughter, quickly explained, "She’s family. This is Xiaoqian, a Little Fox from the Half-demon Race. She’s my sister-in-law, and also my sworn sister."

After hearing this, Gu Ziye glanced at Su Liyan’s brother, Su Changliang, who was sitting across from them. ’A fox? A snake? Can they be a couple? And this Brother Pingtou hugging my leg... what kind of divine menagerie is this?’ she thought.

At that moment, Brother Pingtou was hugging Gu Ziye’s calf and sniffing enthusiastically. "Smells good... better than spicy strips..."

The rouge and powder on Gu Ziye’s body were all top-quality goods, and the scent was making Brother Pingtou dizzy.

This was Gu Ziye’s first time coming to the Zhao—no, the Lu Mansion in Taiping City.

The mansion had undergone a world-shaking transformation. There were many people, and quite a few members of the Half-demon Race as well.

Especially this Brother Pingtou clinging to her calf—she couldn’t kick it away no matter how she tried, so she just let it hug her.

Gu Ziye said "Oh," then praised, "Miss Xiaoqian, you’re so beautiful."

Xiaoqian picked up a piece of chicken, stuffed it into her mouth, and said, "You’re not bad yourself. Brother-in-law has good taste!"

"Is that so? I think so too!" Gu Ziye giggled.

Lu Yuan carried Zhao Qiao’Er back to her room, turned on the Spirit Stone Lamp, closed the door, and laid her down on the earthen kang bed.

Lu Yuan reached out and felt the bed. The kang was still warm. Beneath it were pipes that Lu Yuan had laid himself; he loved sleeping on this kind of heated bed.

On a cold day like this, especially right after a snowfall, sleeping on a warm kang bed was unbelievably comfortable.

Lu Yuan got up, intending to pour a cup of tea for Zhao Qiao’Er.

People who are drunk wake up feeling weak all over and famished, but the worst part is the parched, dry mouth.

An experienced drinker will always place a glass of water by the bed before going to sleep drunk, to avoid waking up in the middle of the night or morning with nothing to drink!

Zhao Qiao’Er mumbled, "Drink up, to our heart’s content!" but her right hand shot out and grabbed Lu Yuan just as he was about to go pour the water.

With just a slight tug, Zhao Qiao’Er pulled Lu Yuan right on top of her.

Lu Yuan’s head was buried in the deep ravine, leaving him momentarily breathless. The overwhelming pressure was milky and fragrant.

Lu Yuan took a deep breath, looked up at Zhao Qiao’Er’s flushed face, and asked tentatively, "Aunt Zhao, are you still awake?"

"Drink... let’s drink..." Her voice was intermittent.

Hearing Aunt Zhao’s groggy voice, it seemed he had been overthinking things.

This time, before Lu Yuan could get up, Zhao Qiao’Er rolled over again, swung her right leg across, and trapped him completely.

In front of this 189-centimeter-tall woman, Lu Yuan felt like an un-grown, well-behaved baby being held and soothed to sleep by his mother.

Lu Yuan tried to move the thigh pinning him down, but he was afraid of waking the just-asleep Aunt Zhao, so he could only move slowly and stealthily...

At that moment, the seemingly sleeping Zhao Qiao’Er buried her head again and started nibbling and biting all over Lu Yuan’s face...

Lu Yuan’s face was all wet from her.

’Is... is she really asleep or just pretending?’ Lu Yuan couldn’t help but wonder again. He held up his index and middle fingers in a V-sign in front of his eyes.

Lu Yuan let out a sly chuckle, thinking to himself, ’Really asleep or faking it? One little test will tell me! Aunt Zhao, I’m sorry about this!’

Lu Yuan’s V-sign shot toward Aunt Zhao’s... *there*!

"Little monkey plucks the honey peach!"

Zhao Qiao’Er’s robust body shuddered violently, and then she said, "Little sweetheart, you are so bad!"

Hearing Zhao Qiao’Er’s voice truly gave Lu Yuan a scare. He looked up at her chin and said, "Aunt Zhao, you’re not drunk?"

Zhao Qiao’Er was clearly taken aback for a moment, but then she dropped the act. She chuckled slyly and said, "Half-drunk, half-drunk..."

Seeing that her plan was exposed, Zhao Qiao’Er grew impatient and started to make her move...

"Aunt Zhao, wait—" Lu Yuan said in a panic, feeling as if their roles had been completely reversed.

Lu Yuan couldn’t even finish his sentence. ’Shouldn’t this kind of thing be my home game?’

Lu Yuan waved his hand, extinguishing the Spirit Stone Lamp on the table. ’This Aunt Zhao... she’s such an impatient one!’

"Little sweetheart, just give in to your aunt!" Zhao Qiao’Er’s hands applied another burst of strength.

"Ah—!" Lu Yuan cried out, thinking to himself:

’It’s over, it’s over! I’ve been completely and utterly pinned down by Aunt Zhao!’

...