Xiao Wu: San Lang, take your medicine

In the double room of the post house, Tang San lay on the small bed against the wall. His complexion remained pale as paper, and the wound on his chest throbbed with a dull ache, each breath bringing a tugging sensation of discomfort.

He was awakened by the sound of light footsteps. Opening his heavy eyelids, he saw Fu Qin sitting on a chair by the bedside.

His fingertips were tracing the nine refined flying knives, his eyes filled with a hint of worry, while Xiao Wu crouched by the bed, wiping his forehead with a warm towel.

"Fu Qin, Xiao Wu..." Tang San's voice was hoarse and dry, carrying the weakness of one just awakened, yet a warm current surged through his heart.

Having been reborn, he had assumed that the only person who truly cared for him was his wife, Xiao Wu. But now, it seemed that it wasn't just Xiao Wu who could treat him with genuine kindness, but Fu Qin as well.

One had to remember that Fu Qin had been the little brother following behind him since childhood; even now, despite possessing such immense talent, he was still willing to follow in his footsteps.

Seeing him injured, he had remained by his side, never leaving for even a moment.

This "brotherly bond" moved him deeply.

He looked at Xiao Wu, his eyes filled with tenderness.

The young girl before him wore a pale pink undergarment, her long hair loosely pinned up, with a few stray strands falling beside her cheeks.

Her skin was as fair as snow under moonlight, and those almond-shaped eyes were moist and spirited, currently looking at him with deep concern, looking exactly like the virtuous and considerate wife from his past life.

"Xiao Wu, thank you for your hard work." Tang San smiled weakly, his voice laced with deep reliance.

A flash of disdain crossed Xiao Wu's eyes, only to be instantly masked by tenderness.

She raised her hand to tuck a stray lock of hair behind Tang San's ear, her voice so soft and sweet it could melt hearts: "Brother San, what are you saying? We are family; it is only right that I take care of you."

Her fingers brushed lightly across Tang San's cheek, her movements impossibly gentle, yet only she knew how much she loathed this face.

Before her rebirth, she had accompanied Tang San through countless perils, becoming his wife and giving him everything, only to be repaid with the endless loneliness of the God Realm and his ambiguous entanglements with other women.

In this life, she had seen Tang San's true colors.

A selfish, self-serving hypocrite who frequented brothels—where was there any trace of the deep affection from her past life?

If not for the need to avoid suspicion, she would find even a single glance at him disgusting.

"Fu Qin, you've been tired all day too. Rest for a while; leave the medicine brewing to me." Xiao Wu turned to look at Fu Qin, her gaze instantly turning as tender as water, a stark contrast to the perfunctory manner she had just shown Tang San.

That gaze hid an intense, inseparable love, as if she wanted to lock Fu Qin firmly within her heart.

Fu Qin nodded, though he felt a bit helpless inside.

Through his panel, he had long since seen through Xiao Wu's actions.

Earlier, while brewing the medicine downstairs, she had secretly added a sufficient amount of Sleep-Inducing Grass juice, pouring it into the pot without a moment's hesitation.

That dosage was likely enough to keep a thousand-year soul beast asleep for a day and a night.

Tsk, what a little devil. Fu Qin chuckled inwardly, yet he found this version of Xiao Wu exceptionally charming.

The reborn Xiao Wu had shed the naivety of her past life, gaining a touch of ruthlessness and indulgence, especially when facing him—that unreserved passion and reliance were things he found impossible to resist.

Xiao Wu walked into the room carrying the brewed medicinal soup, the fragrance of herbs wafting through the air, masking the faint bitterness of the Sleep-Inducing Grass.

She sat by the bed, scooped up a spoonful of the soup, blew on it, and then brought it to Tang San's lips, her voice so gentle it could drown a man.

"Brother San, the medicine is ready. It's a bit hot, drink slowly."

The warmth in Tang San's heart deepened, and he obediently opened his mouth, drinking the soup spoonful by spoonful.

He had no idea that this bowl of soup, which appeared so full of care, was laced with Xiao Wu's schemes.

After finishing the bowl, Tang San felt his body grow warm, but his eyelids grew increasingly heavy. A powerful wave of sleepiness washed over him, and he smiled at Xiao Wu and Fu Qin.

"Xiao Wu, I'm... I'm so glad I have you..."

Before Tang San could finish his sentence.

His head lolled to the side, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing that Tang San was completely unconscious, the tenderness on Xiao Wu's face vanished without a trace, replaced by a playful expression and a hint of calculation.

She rose quickly, closing the door and windows tightly, and carefully sliding the bolt into place to ensure no one would disturb them.

After doing all this, she turned to look at Fu Qin, her eyes filled with a seductive allure.

"Little Brother Fu Qin~~" Xiao Wu's voice was sugary and sweet.

She walked quickly to Fu Qin, hooked her arms around his neck, and pressed her body tightly against his.

The warm breath from her lips tickled his earlobe.

Before Fu Qin could react.

Xiao Wu stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips.

At the same time, she used her tongue to roll a cold candy into Fu Qin's mouth.

The candy melted upon contact, and a scorching, warm current instantly spread down his throat, surging through his limbs and bones.

Fu Qin was startled; he could feel the blood in his body instantly boiling, an uncontrollable heat rising in his heart and rushing straight to his head.

"Sister Xiao Wu, this candy tastes pretty good. Can I have it often in the future?" He looked at Xiao Wu, his eyes filled with a touch of mischief.

Of course.

This was all just an act.

To deal with a girl like Xiao Wu, who had experienced such a painful betrayal, what he needed to do was not to flaunt his chauvinism, but to stand from the perspective of the vulnerable and occupy her extremely hollow heart with the mindset of the weak.

A cunning smile curled the corners of Xiao Wu's lips.

She reached out to shed her coverings, revealing a figure that was exquisite and shapely.

Her skin was as white and lustrous as jade, her curves graceful and moving.

Her waist was slender, her legs long and lithe, every inch radiating a lethal temptation.

"Don't worry, little brother Fu Qin. As long as you're willing, from now on, sister's candy will only be for you alone."

"Hehe, then I'll thank you first, sister Xiao Wu. As long as it's candy from you, I won't refuse."

However, before he could finish his sentence.

Xiao Wu directly covered his lips with her hand, burying her face in his chest.

"Rest assured, little brother Fu Qin, sister Xiao Wu will always be yours. No one can take me away."

The temperature in the room rose instantly, the halo of the oil lamp flickering unsteadily.

The next day.

Early morning.

The sun had already risen, and inside the room, there was not a single spot left to step on, save for Tang San and the small bed beneath him.

Tang San, this child of destiny, was finally awakened by the slightly noisy commotion from the outside.

But before he could even open his eyes, Xiao Wu was quick-witted and fast-handed, directly hurling a low-heeled boot scattered on the floor, which slammed into Tang San's head.

"Bang!"

Tang San, who had just been about to recover his spirits, passed out again the very next second.

A bright red bump remained on his forehead.

Seeing this scene, Fu Qin couldn't help but exclaim, "Good grief."

"Sister Xiao Wu, what was that just now...?"

"Hiss... why, I'm just coaxing your third brother to sleep, of course."