Purchasing a Marital Home, Increasing the Chance of Conception

Grandpa Qian is pressing hard on the matter of the bridal chamber; it must be arranged properly.

"Senior Sister, once the bridal chamber is settled, shouldn't we also consider increasing the chances of pregnancy?"

Bibi Dong wore an expectant look. With a child, her status in her Senior Sister's heart would surely become more secure—firmly welded into place, no less.

"There is no rush regarding children. Let nature take its course; we shall speak of it when the time is ripe."

It wasn't as if a child could be conceived just by wishing for it.

"Isn't that why we need to increase the odds?" Bibi Dong offered a fawning smile.

"Bibi Dong, I think you've become addicted. As for children, that is something that will happen naturally."

Ye Guyue felt his teeth itch with annoyance.

Bibi Dong poked her fingers together, acting shy. "Senior Sister, what are you saying? I don't understand."

"Don't play dumb." Ye Guyue rubbed his forehead. "Forget it. As your husband, I am setting a house rule: in private, you may call me whatever you wish, but in public, you will address me as Senior Brother or Husband. Do you understand?"

He could not let Bibi Dong run wild; if she turned into a second Lecherous Dragon King, it would truly be a headache.

Bibi Dong agreed with remarkable promptness.

"No problem, whatever Senior Sister says goes. But, can you grant Dong'er one small request?"

Ye Guyue looked at Bibi Dong; she seemed perfectly normal, with nothing suspicious about her, so he relaxed. "Fine."

"Senior Sister is the best!"

Bibi Dong revealed a triumphant smile, immediately lunging forward to pin Ye Guyue onto the bed, licking her red lips.

"Dong'er, what are you doing? Get up at once." Ye Guyue was stunned, and upon regaining his senses, he immediately reprimanded her.

I agreed to your request, but I didn't mean for you to act so recklessly.

He had misjudged Bibi Dong. She was a gentle kitten on the surface, but inside, she was a famished wolf—no, a great tiger.

Just as he tried to rise, Bibi Dong pressed down firmly on his arms. "Senior Sister, just enjoy it obediently. You did promise Dong'er, after all."

"You—I take it back!" Ye Guyue raged.

"It's useless; it's already too late." Bibi Dong immediately leaned down.

"Dong'er... slow down..."

Ten minutes later, Ye Guyue and Bibi Dong left the bedchamber, heading toward the south side of the city.

Along the way, Ye Guyue did not say a word. His long white hair was in complete disarray, his face filled with shame and anger, and his robes were wrinkled from being clutched.

"Husband, Husband, I was wrong. I shouldn't have gotten so carried away."

Bibi Dong followed behind, apologizing.

"Get lost," Ye Guyue said coldly.

Bibi Dong had a bad premonition. Had she truly made her husband angry?

When she was kissing him, she had gotten a bit carried away and couldn't help but let the dragon and snake dance wildly.

However, it had felt truly wonderful.

Arriving at the south side of the city, Ye Guyue stopped and turned around. Bibi Dong, who had been following closely behind, failed to brake in time and crashed straight into his arms.

"What's wrong, Husband?"

Bibi Dong was full of confusion, but she didn't pull away from Ye Guyue's embrace; instead, she inhaled his unique scent, looking completely satisfied.

Ye Guyue said coldly, "Who is the person in charge of property sales?"

"I'll take you there, Senior Sister."

Bibi Dong immediately grabbed Ye Guyue's hand and ran toward a small shop.

"This is the place in charge—the Pawn Pavilion. They generally handle the business of new homes and listings."

The two entered the shop.

A middle-aged man wearing glasses and dressed in luxurious robes was calculating accounts. Hearing footsteps, he looked up.

Upon seeing Bibi Dong and Ye Guyue, he immediately set aside his work and hurried over to greet them.

"Welcome, Holy Son and Holy Daughter, to my humble shop." The middle-aged man smiled. "My name is Cang Yun, and I am in charge of all sales operations."

Ye Guyue took out a gold card. "Just swipe it for the room Dong'er mentioned!"

Cang Yun took the card and said with a smile, "Understood, Holy Son, please wait a moment."

Cang Yun quickly retrieved the deed and the keys, processed the payment, and handed everything over to Ye Guyue.

"Holy Son, I wish you and the Holy Daughter a pleasant stay."

Ye Guyue took them, his expression blank throughout the entire process, and turned to leave immediately.

"Dong'er, follow me."

"Senior Sister, you go ahead first. I need to have a few words with the shopkeeper," Bibi Dong called out.

Ye Guyue said no more, following the address on the deed to find his way.

As soon as Ye Guyue left, Bibi Dong let out a soft chuckle: "Shopkeeper, that main bedroom I told you to seal off earlier—did you do it?"

"Rest assured, Holy Maiden, it was done long ago. It is absolutely foolproof," Cang Yun guaranteed.

Long before this, Bibi Dong had specifically instructed Cang Yun to seal that storage room.

Although he did not understand what the Holy Maiden intended to do, that storage room had indeed been sealed, and it could only be opened by triggering a specific mechanism.

Otherwise, it was impossible to open.

Bibi Dong nodded: "That is good. Do not tell my husband about this matter, or I will tear this shop of yours down."

Cang Yun promised repeatedly: "Rest assured, Holy Maiden, I will not say a word."

Having confirmed everything, Bibi Dong left, feeling quite satisfied.

All that remained was to convert that storage room into a secret chamber and move every medicinal herb and treasure under heaven capable of enhancing male vitality inside.

When the time came, she did not believe her aloof and cold husband wouldn't fall into the state she desired.

Arriving before the gate of a courtyard, Ye Guyue had already opened the door and entered. Standing at the entrance, she gazed quietly at him as he stood beneath a tree, dressed in white, his face like polished jade, possessing a beauty so breathtaking it could topple kingdoms and make one drool with desire.

Bibi Dong wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, thinking to herself, My husband is truly tempting. It is a pity his temperament is so cold; if only I could see him begging for mercy, how wonderful that would be.

"What are you standing at the door for? Hurry up and close it," Ye Guyue shot a glance at Bibi Dong. "If you don't want to come in, then get lost back to Martial Soul Hall."

The cold, clear voice interrupted Bibi Dong's reverie.

"Yes, yes, yes, husband is right."

Bibi Dong hurriedly closed the door.

Ye Guyue's expression was complex. Why was Dong'er always like this?

She acted just like a female hooligan; they were already married, yet she still behaved as if she had never seen a man before.

"Husband, where did the dress I gave you go?" Bibi Dong walked in, thinking of the Mist White Plain Dress she had prepared earlier. "Didn't you seem quite happy wearing it before?"

Mentioning this, a flush of red instantly appeared on her otherwise cold and elegant cheeks.

Ye Guyue recalled the incident in the Star Dou Great Forest where Gu Yuena had torn the Mist White Plain Dress to shreds, and he immediately changed the subject: "I don't know, don't ask me."

She really had a knack for bringing up things he wanted to forget.

Ye Guyue thought of being bullied by Gu Yuena, and his entire mood soured.

What kind of skill was it to bully someone just by relying on a higher cultivation base?

He was, after all, the successor to a god, yet Gu Yuena had bullied him just like a rogue.

"Eh? Why is my senior sister blushing? Is it because you like them so much? It's alright, I have others here—red, purple, white, I have them all."

From her storage Soul Tool, Bibi Dong pulled out a white gauze dress, a red ru-skirt, and a purple silk dress.

Seeing Bibi Dong like this, Ye Guyue shouted in sudden embarrassment:

"Dong! Er!"