At My Husband's Side, Dong'er Has Her Own Reasons: Splitting the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan

Preserving the family bloodline was a major matter for the Qian Family; there was no room for hesitation. This was especially true after seeing Ye Guyue, whom he had raised himself, married with a child of his own.

Seeing his own son spending every day in Spirit Hall without any thought of continuing the family line had made him, as a father, all the more worried.

"Father, I know. I'll do my best, I promise."

Qian Xunji immediately thumped his chest as he vowed.

Finding the girl he liked wasn't easy.

Qian Xunji shot Ye Guyue a pleading look, hoping he would say something on his behalf.

Ye Guyue smiled helplessly.

"Grandpa Qian, don't make things difficult for my teacher. I'm sure he does want to continue the family line, but finding a life partner takes a bit of fate."

Ye Guyue's words helped cool Qian Daoliu's temper.

"Very well. Since you've said so, Guyue, I won't force Ji'er. Ji'er, do your best to find a partner, but don't forget about carrying on the family line."

Qian Xunji replied, "No problem, Father. You can rest assured."

At that moment, Bibi Dong, who was moving up and down, was aching with desire. She wanted badly to bend down and take him in her mouth, but such a big movement might give them away.

She could only wait until they got home to help her husband relieve some of that pent-up heat.

"Grandpa Qian, I have a few thoughts about the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

"Guyue, go ahead and tell us what you're thinking," Qian Daoliu said.

Ye Guyue endured the discomfort in his body, holding himself upright as he said:

"Grandpa Qian, since Yu Yuanzhen has chosen to do this, why not go with the flow? Spirit Hall can secretly give its full support to Yu Luomian and help him split off with a group from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

The clan was already in turmoil. It would be a shame not to add fuel to the fire now.

Ye Guyue had hit the nail on the head.

Qian Daoliu nodded in great satisfaction.

"Guyue is absolutely right. Since the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect has lost its footing, there's no harm in going with the flow. Bringing down the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan can't wait."

The other six enshrined elders nodded in agreement.

Golden Crocodile Douluo had already been disdainful of Yu Yuanzhen's actions, and he spoke in a low voice at once.

"To save his son, Yu Yuanzhen didn't even care about his sect's reputation. A sect master like that should have been driven out long ago."

"Exactly. We'll secretly support Yu Luomian and let him take some people and split off. By then, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect will be severely weakened, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will no longer be one of the Upper Three Sects. We can support a new sect to take its place."

Ye Guyue drew a deep breath, about to continue with the specifics of the plan, when the hand under the table suddenly clenched tight.

At some point, Bibi Dong had increased the pressure. Her fingertips even deliberately scraped lightly against him.

Ye Guyue's body gave a sudden jolt, and a faint muffled groan slipped from his throat. He hurriedly bit his lower lip, forcing the sound back down.

His fair cheeks instantly flushed red.

"Guyue? What's wrong?"

Qian Daoliu noticed something was off and asked with concern:

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Ye Guyue hurriedly shook his head, forcing himself to calm down. His voice carried a barely noticeable tremble.

"No, Grandpa Qian. I'm just... I was a little too tired last night and didn't get enough rest."

He didn't dare meet Qian Daoliu's eyes. His gaze darted down to the table as he cursed Bibi Dong a thousand times in his heart.

Qian Daoliu thought nothing of it. He simply assumed the newlyweds had been overdoing it, and said with a smile:

"If you're tired, you don't need to say any more. I'll feel at ease leaving this matter to you."

"Good," Ye Guyue said, nodding quickly as though he'd grabbed a lifeline. "Don't worry, Grandpa Qian. Leave this to me. I'm confident I can handle it."

Qian Daoliu smiled kindly.

"Grandpa believes in you. Then I'll have to trouble you with this. Once it's done, you can stay home and keep Bibi Dong company while she rests during her pregnancy. Leave everything else to us old fellows."

"Yes."

Ye Guyue breathed a sigh of relief. While the others discussed the details, he gave Bibi Dong's bottom a hard smack under the table.

Bibi Dong winced, her body trembling slightly, but she didn't dare make a sound. She could only pout aggrievedly, then lean close to Ye Guyue's ear and whisper so softly that only the two of them could hear:

"Husband, don't be angry. When we get home, Dong'er will make it up to you."

Ye Guyue glared at her, his cheeks turning even redder. He didn't dare say anything more, though. Thankfully, the other enshrined elders were busy thinking about other matters and hadn't noticed them.

"There's nothing else. Guyue, take Bibi Dong home," Qian Daoliu said.

"All right, Grandpa Qian."

Ye Guyue stood up, and Bibi Dong quickly pulled back her misbehaving hand. She immediately pretended nothing had happened, took Ye Guyue's arm, and left the Worship Hall.

Once they were out of the Worship Hall, Ye Guyue couldn't hold back any longer and pulled Bibi Dong into a small alley.

"Thump!"

Ye Guyue pinned Bibi Dong against a corner, his face flushed as he scolded her:

"Dong'er, were you doing that on purpose? With so many people there, you still dared to..."

Bibi Dong seized the chance to wrap her arms around Ye Guyue and cooed:

"Dared to what? Come on, husband, say it. You can't just leave me hanging."

Her words made Ye Guyue's face turn completely red. All he could do was give a quiet huff.

"Forget it. Since it's your first offense, I'll let you off. You're pregnant now, and it would hurt me to lay a hand on you."

Ye Guyue suppressed the heat rising inside him.

He knew Bibi Dong wasn't afraid of him at all.

"My husband is the best. And as for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Dong'er will be the perfect helpmate."

Ye Guyue waved a hand.

"It's enough that you mean well. Just don't do that again."

He was about to leave when Bibi Dong grabbed him and pinned him against the wall in turn.

"Dong'er, what are you doing? Wasn't the Worship Hall enough? We're about to get home, so why do this here... Mmph..."

Before Ye Guyue could finish, Bibi Dong forcibly silenced him.

Just as he tried to push her away, Bibi Dong suddenly reached down and gave him a firm squeeze.

Ye Guyue instantly lost the strength to resist.

"Mmm... Husband... you're delicious."

Bibi Dong kissed him forcefully, her voice rising and falling without pause. Their bodies twisted together, a sight of exquisite beauty.

After a long struggle, Ye Guyue stormed out of the alley, furious.

Bibi Dong quickly wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth and hurried after him.

She didn't call out this time, following obediently at his side.

She had kissed him too hard, and squeezed him a little too hard as well.

When they got home, Ye Guyue sat on the edge of the bed without saying a word. Bibi Dong stayed quiet, immediately brought him a cup of tea, then stood behind him and massaged his shoulders.

"Husband, don't be angry. Dong'er got carried away for a moment. I won't do it again."

Ye Guyue snorted. "Do you think I believe you? You use the same line every time."

Bibi Dong felt a little guilty, but still steeled herself and explained:

"But you enjoyed it too, husband. I really did my best."

She had a clear conscience. If she didn't try so hard, who knew how many years it would take for her to conceive her husband's child?