The Phoenix Reborn Book II

Chapter 60 Unless He Wants It

A/N: 3 more episodes.

Make what?

U know lah

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The sound of footsteps could be heard. Laughter and cheers are getting closer to the bridal room.

“Go! There is no need for you to take care of us!”

“Your wife has been waiting for so long! Don't you feel sorry for her?!”

The voices cheered the Bridegroom who was still busy entertaining his guests. With footsteps pounded as the male guests pulled and pushed his body, Liang Fenghong walked over to his bridal room. His usually flat face was adorned with a look of confusion mixed with embarrassment.

Ah, sorry, the hue on Mr. Liang's face was not the hue of embarrassment, but rather the effect of the wine that began to sip into his body.

“Based on the traditions of the Wu Kingdom, I should have entertained guests for three days and three nights before I could complete the wedding,” Liang Fenghong said as he was forced to keep going. “Didn't that also apply in Shi Kingdom?”

The figure of Meihua who ran to accompany the crowd frowned. ‘Yeah, why is the Chairman so boring? The beloved girl was in sight, but she was willing to wait just for the sake of fulfilling the tradition alone? Jeez!’ Liang Fenghong's subordinate was eager to slap his own forehead. ‘Didn't he know so many Wu Kingdom grooms breaking tradition?’

A guest howling, “Perset*n with the traditions of Wu Kingdom, Our Shi Kingdom will not give such a great ordeal to the grooms!” The words were accompanied by the booming laughter of the men.

Mudan who heard this rolled his eyes. ‘Agregnated.’

Arriving in front of the bridal room, Meihua and Xiaoming immediately opened the door wide. At the same time, the guests encouraged Liang Fenghong to enter the room. Then, the two subordinates of the Groom nodded their heads steadily and immediately slammed the door shut tightly.

With a mischievous smile on her face, Meihua exclaimed as she waved, “Alright! Disband! Disband! Leave both brides! Guests can continue the party in the main courtyard! 100-year-old wine from the Kingdom of Wu will be served!”

While Meihua was busy herding the guests back to the center of the party, Liang Fenghong who had arrived inside the room turned his head towards the door, staring at the shadow of his entourage that was starting to leave. The man sighed, grateful that the crowd could finally be avoided by him. That kind of hospitality was not something he was used to, and he felt a little awkward and tired.

As his consciousness refocused, Liang Fenghong found that the room was so quiet, as if no one was there. He straightened his body and started walking towards the bedroom area.

Liang Fenghong's hands put aside the knick-knacks hanging from the room's dividing frame, producing a rustling sound that was so loud in that silent atmosphere. At that moment, Mr. Liang froze in place.

“Ling’er,” call Liang Fenghong when he saw the figure of Huang Miaoling sitting on the edge of the bed, the girl's head was still covered in red cloth. As his call was not reciprocated, the man's forehead creased slightly. “Ling’er?” call again.

Liang Fenghong walked over to Huang Miaoling who still did not return his call. For some reason, she felt a little bad. The man stood before his wife and stuck out a hand on the red cloth that covered Huang Miaoling's face.

Before Liang Fenghong's hand reached the red cloth, Huang Miaoling quickly clutched his hand. There was a gasping sound coming out from the girl's lips, signaling her drowning too far in her daydream.

“A Feng?” Huang Miaoling called out to the man. Then, he released his grip. “You've arrived?”

Liang Fenghong scrunched his forehead. Then, he stuck his hand out on the red cloth that covered his wife's face. Carefully, he pulled open the red cloth, letting his gaze enjoy the beauty presented before him for a while.

“What's up?” asked Liang Fenghong who was aware of the cloud of worry within Huang Miaoling's black bead. The man grabbed the girl's chin. “What makes you put this expression on?” Recalling the expression Huang Miaoling gave her this morning, Liang Fenghong was sure that this had something to do with their marriage. “You're sorry?”

Liang Fenghong's words made Huang Miaoling stare at the man sharply. “It has arrived in this second, and you still question my beliefs?” He felt a little offended. The girl stood up and looked straight at her husband. “You are the man I chose in this life!”

Liang Fenghong gasped, slightly surprised by Huang Miaoling's remark. If he is another man, then maybe he will not feel strange with the girl's words. However, Mr. Liang certainly understood the other meaning behind his wife's words.

One other thing that made Liang Fenghong surprised, wasn't his wife's reaction a little excessive?

The two pairs of black beads clashed against each other for a moment. The first pair try to ensure confidence in their partner, while the other pair is seen enjoying the view in front of him. The two were immersed in each other's thoughts for a while, before finally both of them realized the existence of a strange pull within them.

Suddenly, Liang Fenghong asked, “Isn't that heavy?” His eyes slightly rose, staring at the crown of Phoenix that was on his wife's head.

A slender wine jar with a red ribbon was in the middle of the collection of dishes, it was obviously the wedding wine that the two brides had to gulp before performing the final ritual. Next to him, there was an empty urn that was of no use.

“You haven't eaten?” liang Fenghong asked Huang Miaoling, remembering that Qiuyue had told him that his wife had refused to eat food. He grabbed a plate containing a small snack and thrust it in front of his wife. “Eat.”

Huang Miaoling blinked his eyes, seemingly not expecting the man to shift the topic so suddenly. No wonder the girl thought so, after all, just a moment ago, the man was still interrogating her about what she was thinking.

What made the man suddenly forget all that?

I don't know.

“Thank you,” said Huang Miaoling as he grabbed a piece of cake and bit it. The girl allowed herself to be pulled by her husband to sit on the bedside.

It was rare to see Mingwei Junzhu become so obedient. This made Liang Fenghong's heart feel warm. Was Huang Miaoling trying to show his obedience as a wife?

While Huang Miaoling was so focused on eating the cake in his hand, the man touched his thumb on the red marks on his wife's forehead. “You're hurt,” he said with a linked eyebrow. Then, he said while standing, “I'll ask the waiter to mem—”

Before Liang Fenghong walked too far, Huang Miaoling clutched his hand. “Where are you going?” ask her with a slightly strange tone of speech.

“Asking the waiter to bring medicine for your wounds,” Liang Fenghong replied with puzzled eyes.

Huang Miaoling frowned, then he pulled the man hard. As a result, Liang Fenghong was again sitting on the edge of the bed.

“You can't go.” Huang Miaoling looked at Liang Fenghong sharply. “You are not satisfied with me?” tanyakanya. “Am I not pretty enough that you want to leave me soon?”

Liang Fenghong blinked his eyes, very surprised. “Not that I mean.” He really did not understand what made Huang Miaoling ask such a question.

Liang Fenghong's eyes stared fixedly at Huang Miaoling, watching the girl return the cake to the plate. Then, Huang Miaoling stood up and placed the plate on the table.

“I was only worried that the wound would leave a mark,” Liang Fenghong tried to explain. However, Huang Miaoling did not respond to him.

This made Liang Fenghong cursing inwardly. Will his wedding night only end in his wife's fury?

Liang Fenghong's hand reached out to grab his wife's hand. “Ling’er, don't be mistaken—”

Before Liang Fenghong could finish his remark, he was startled with a punch on his chest. The blow was not painful, but it was hard enough to make him stagger backwards and fall on the bed.

Liang Fenghong frowned and touched his chest reflexively. “What a—” There is no time for the man to complete his sentence when a gentle bump is received by his lips.

Liang Fenghong's eyes widened as Huang Miaoling forced his lips to separate. He was much more surprised to find the sweet liquid bursting into his throat, leaving a trail of heat in his path.

When Huang Miaoling let go of his kiss, Liang Fenghong choked and began to cough. It made the girl grin, revealing such a mischievous expression on her usual face so restrained.

“The wedding favor has been reaped, then doesn't that mean only the last step remains?” huang Miaoling said with a strange-sounding tone.

Liang Fenghong looked at the girl with round eyes. ‘What possessed him?!’ thought the man. Then, he remembered something. ‘Maybe—!’

Liang Fenghong's eyes quickly turned to the table in the middle of the room. He recalled that next to the slender urn containing wedding wine, there was an empty urn with no contents.

Liang Fenghong had a conjecture in his heart. However, he felt his conjecture was less precise. Even if the contents of the urn were liquor before, but with Huang Miaoling's ability, the girl couldn't possibly get drunk that easily!

Except ….

‘... the girl willed it.’