Everything I Did Was for My Wife Xiao Xue's Grand Plan

"I also need to find a way to make Elder Ling Yuan one of us."

Chen Feng set down his teacup and glanced toward the Sleeping Hall doors.

Qian Renxue had just straightened her dress, and she frowned at his words.

"What do you mean, make her one of us?"

Qian Renxue sat on the edge of the bed, eyeing Chen Feng suspiciously.

Chen Feng spread his hands, looking rather helpless. "Whenever I come to see you, I'll still need her to sneak me into the Sleeping Hall. If we do it too often and someone discovers us, how will you explain it? Besides, we've been pretending to consummate our marriage. Sooner or later, she'll notice something amiss. If she tells Teacher, Teacher will probably force us to go back again."

Qian Renxue fell silent, her brows drawing tighter and tighter.

That really was a problem.

"What do you have in mind?"

She raised her head, her tone growing a little more serious.

"Of course I have a plan. Bring your ear closer."

Chen Feng sat down beside her on the bed with a smile and beckoned to her.

"Just say what you have to say. Why all the secrecy?"

Qian Renxue glanced at the doors but still edged closer to him.

Chen Feng leaned toward her ear, lowered his voice, and explained his plan.

His warm breath tickled her ear.

Qian Renxue drew her neck back, her fair cheeks gradually flushing.

This little pervert. If he wanted to talk, he could just talk. Did he have to get so close?

But as she listened, her golden eyes widened.

"You!"

Qian Renxue turned her head sharply, her red lips nearly brushing the corner of Chen Feng's mouth.

They were so close that they could clearly feel each other's breath.

Flustered, Qian Renxue hurriedly moved her head aside.

"You pervert. I think you've taken a fancy to Ling Yuan Douluo!"

Qian Renxue lowered her voice and glared angrily at Chen Feng.

This fellow had only just finished asking about Dugu Yan, and now he already had his sights on Elder Ling Yuan.

And he was asking her, his wife, to help him, right to her face.

He was going too far.

"My wife Xiao Xue, how could you think that of me?"

Chen Feng clutched his chest, the smile vanishing from his face.

"I'm only sacrificing myself for your grand plan because I have no choice. And yet this is what you think of me. How heartbreaking."

The corner of Qian Renxue's mouth twitched, and she nearly raised her hand to punch him.

He called this a sacrifice?

He was clearly blooming with joy inside, yet here he was playing the victim.

Yet the sight of Chen Feng looking utterly grief-stricken made her heart inexplicably clench.

Qian Renxue bit her lip, her tone softening despite herself.

"Even if you're the Spirit Hall Saint Son, would you dare force her if she refused?"

Qian Renxue glanced at the doors and reminded him, "Elder Ling Yuan is a Titled Douluo. If you really anger her, I won't be able to stop her."

"My wife Xiao Xue, you underestimate me far too much."

Chen Feng patted his chest, a confident smile returning to his face. "With my charm, winning her over will be as easy as reaching out and taking her."

As Qian Renxue looked at that smiling face so close to hers, her heartbeat began to quicken again.

Damn it, why was this little pervert becoming more and more likable?

She knew perfectly well that his mouth was full of twisted reasoning, yet she still couldn't help wanting to look at him a little longer.

"How come I haven't noticed any charm of yours?"

Qian Renxue gave a soft huff and looked away, feigning composure.

"Really?"

The corners of Chen Feng's mouth lifted slightly as he shifted around and braced himself against the edge of the bed, planting his hands on either side of Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue instinctively leaned backward and lay down on the bed.

Leaning halfway over her, Chen Feng lowered his head and gazed into her golden eyes.

"Take another good look. Do I really have no charm?"

Chen Feng smiled at her, deliberately leaning a little closer.

Qian Renxue's breath caught, and her fingers at her sides unconsciously tightened around the bedsheet.

She had clearly seen this face many times before.

Why did her heart still flutter when he drew close?

Especially when those smiling eyes looked at her-she even forgot what she had been about to say.

"You two can stay in the side chamber. You must leave before dawn tomorrow."

Qian Renxue hurriedly turned her head aside, avoiding Chen Feng's gaze. "Whether you can win her over will depend on your own abilities."

The moment the words left her mouth, Qian Renxue felt a little vexed.

Why had she agreed?

But if she let this little pervert keep staring at her, something might happen.

She realized that her resistance to this little pervert was steadily weakening.

"My wife Xiao Xue is wonderful. Here's a reward."

Chen Feng lowered his head and kissed her lightly on her red lips.

Qian Renxue froze, her grip on the bedsheet loosening.

By the time she came to her senses, Chen Feng had already slipped off the bed.

"What are you doing?"

Qian Renxue covered her lips, glaring at him in embarrassment and annoyance.

"Elder Ling Yuan, come in for a moment."

Chen Feng strode to the entrance and pulled open the Sleeping Hall doors.

Qian Renxue could only swallow the words that had risen to her lips.

This little pervert certainly ran fast.

"Your Highness the Holy Son, what are your orders?"

Ling Yuan Douluo entered the Sleeping Hall, her gaze instinctively falling on Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue shot Chen Feng a fierce glare and pushed herself up from the edge of the bed.

As soon as she stood, she aggravated her earlier injury, and her brows immediately furrowed.

Only by reaching out to hold the bedpost did she steady herself.

A flicker of understanding crossed Ling Yuan Douluo's eyes, and she could not help looking at Chen Feng again.

His Highness the Holy Son had been far too rough. The Young Master had suffered.

"Elder Ling Yuan, thank you for your efforts traveling today."

Noticing her gaze, Qian Renxue felt her cheeks grow hot again. Suppressing her discomfort, she said, "The side chamber is empty. You and Chen Feng can rest there for now, as long as you leave before dawn."

"Thank you, Young Master."

Ling Yuan Douluo nodded, giving it no further thought.

After traveling so far and standing guard outside the doors for so long, having a quiet place to regulate her breathing could not have been better.

Chen Feng stood to one side, smiling especially brightly.

The sight annoyed Qian Renxue, but with Ling Yuan Douluo present, she could hardly lash out.

"Follow me."

Qian Renxue took a moment to recover, then walked toward the small door at the side of the Sleeping Hall.

Chen Feng reached out to support her, but she discreetly slapped his hand away.

Ling Yuan Douluo followed behind them, her gaze moving between the two as the corners of her mouth lifted slightly.

The Young Master and His Highness the Holy Son were even closer than she had imagined.

When she first heard that the two had married in haste, she had thought the Young Master might be resistant. Only after seeing them herself today did she realize her worries had been needless.

Beyond the small door was a short corridor, with the side chamber at its end.

Qian Renxue pushed the door open, entered, and lit the lamp on the table.

The side chamber was very clean, furnished with a bed, a table, and chairs, yet there was not a single palace maid in sight.

"No one usually comes here. Rest easy, and don't make too much noise."

After giving her instructions, Qian Renxue glanced at Chen Feng again.

Chen Feng nodded with a smile, looking utterly obedient.

Qian Renxue secretly ground her teeth, then turned and returned to the Sleeping Hall.

Sitting on the bed, she reached up to touch her red lips. As she recalled Chen Feng stealing that kiss, a blush quickly spread across her lovely face.

"That little pervert is getting more and more brazen."

She cursed him softly, yet the corners of her mouth lifted slightly.