ebookland Chapter 608 Entering the Wrong Bridal Chamber
Chapter 608 Entering the Wrong Bridal Chamber
Lin Ping froze on the spot. This was just too beautiful!
However, being pretty isn't the point; a voluptuous figure is key.
Pshaw, I'm wrong again. This woman's skin is just too good.
Lin Ping was certain that the woman was made of water, her skin as translucent as soft jade, and her slender fingers could not block the candlelight.
That's right, he went into the wrong room; this wasn't Zhou Xiyin at all.
"Who are you? What do you want? Help! Help!" The naked man lying on the ground covered his groin shyly, feeling a sense of defeat.
"Are you sure you want to let the servants in like this?" Lin Ping was still clutching the corner of the quilt, revealing a glimpse of cleavage underneath.
"You brat, I'm going to fight you to the death!" The man swung his fist and charged at Lin Ping.
Unfortunately, even with all his strength, he couldn't budge Lin Ping an inch.
"Brother, can you let me explain?" Lin Ping smiled awkwardly, clenching the other man's fist.
"What else is there to explain? I'll tear you to pieces!" the man said through gritted teeth.
He doesn't mind being insulted, but he won't allow his wife to be insulted on their wedding night.
"I've got it!" Lin Ping had a sudden inspiration, snapped his fingers happily, and explained, "Actually, I'm blind. That's right, I can't see anything. Who am I? Where am I?"
Lin Ping's acting was phenomenal; he kept reaching forward with both hands, groping around, and didn't even cry out in pain when he bumped into the wall.
Click!
Lin Ping's sturdy body crashed through the window, but he still staggered forward.
"He probably really is blind," the woman in bed said with some disappointment.
Just now, she was impressed by Lin Ping's imposing expression. If he weren't blind, he might have really been able to seduce the woman.
"What a weirdo. Never mind him, let's continue." The man continued to pounce on the woman like a wolf.
"I'm sleepy, I want to go to sleep." The woman had lost all interest.
Even if the man forcibly takes action, he will only get a lifelike doll.
After leaving the room, Lin Ping broke out in a cold sweat; the blunder was rather embarrassing.
"She has a really nice figure, just a little bit less than my wife." Lin Ping's mind was filled with images of his intimate moments with Jiang Yunying.
"Oh no, is that silly woman really being pinned down right now?" Lin Ping suddenly remembered his real purpose.
With his X-ray vision activated again, Lin Ping had complete control over every single thread within a radius of several miles.
"Is this poor scholar also holding a wedding?" Lin Ping noticed by chance that the shabby courtyard not far away was also decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations.
"This doesn't seem to have anything to do with being rich," Lin Ping muttered to himself.
He searched for a long time but couldn't find any other families getting married, so he reluctantly went to this thatched house.
“Miss Zhou, why don’t we wait a little longer? It’s not good to get married so hastily, as your father-in-law hasn’t agreed yet!” Qian Xiucai said with some distress.
He was forced into marriage by Zhou Xiyin.
Although he admired Zhou Xiyin, he knew he was not good enough for her, but Zhou Xiyin herself was willing.
Despite Lin Yecheng's strong opposition, she still ran away from home, threatening suicide.
It wasn't because she liked Qian Xiucai, but simply because she heard that Lin Ping was going back to the city.
Zhou Xiyin panicked. She was afraid that she would fall in love with Lin Ping without hesitation, which was why she was in a hurry to get married.
Once the ceremony is complete, she will be Qian Xiucai's wife, forcing herself not to like Lin Ping.
“It’s the two of us getting married, not our father. What’s the use of his consent?” Under the red veil was Zhou Xiyin’s pretty face, which was filled with anger.
After Lin Ping left, she frequently visited Huiwen Academy, where she learned many advanced ideas and began to yearn for freedom in marriage.
"Marriage is a major event, decided by parents and arranged by matchmakers; it cannot be taken lightly!" Qian Xiucai retorted.
He was a student deeply poisoned by Confucianism; how could he possibly have freedom in love and marriage?
That's right, he was afraid Lin Ping would cause trouble afterward!
Faced with the choice between love and life, he resolutely chose to live.
Offending the current Grand General is no laughing matter, especially since Lin Ping is someone he admires.
"You have to get married today, whether you like it or not." Zhou Xiyin grabbed Qian Xiucai's hair and pressed it down hard.
Before meeting Lin Ping, Zhou Xiyin was a violent woman. Now that her true nature has been unleashed, the refined and cultured scholar Qian Xiucai is no match for her.
Before long, they had finished paying respects to Heaven and Earth and their parents, leaving only the couple to bow to each other.
"Silly woman, what are you doing!" Lin Ping rushed to the two of them and, to avoid another misunderstanding, he directly lifted Zhou Xiyin's red veil.
"Getting married? Does the General intend to stop us?" Zhou Xiyin replied sarcastically as she pressed Qian Xiucai's head down to continue the wedding ceremony.
"General, this has nothing to do with me. It was all Miss Zhou who forced me to do it," Qian Xiucai said pitifully, trembling with fear when he glanced at Lin Ping's cold eyes.
"So it was that scholar surnamed Qian. I've been searching for him for ages." Only then did Lin Ping realize that the scholar Qian that Wan'er was talking about was a poor scholar surnamed Qian.
You? You think you're worthy of marrying my Yinyin?
Lin Ping's face was filled with murderous intent as he approached the other person step by step: "I know this isn't your fault, but I hate people with the surname Qian, what can I do? Besides, your lip movements are awful, it sounds like you're cursing in the street. What? You like to step in with your left foot first?"
A series of unrelated events became Lin Ping's excuse for utterly defeating his opponent.
Boom boom boom...
Within a second, Lin Ping unleashed several punches at incredible speed.
That second felt like an eternity to Qian Xiucai; his once-proud good looks were gone forever.
"Stop hitting me, I know I was wrong. I'll change my surname right away, and next time I'll try not to open my mouth when I speak, and I'll step in with my right foot first when I enter the room," the scholar stammered.
Seeing the scholar's pig-headed appearance, Zhou Xiyin couldn't help but chuckle and burst out laughing.
But the smile vanished instantly, replaced by a furious glare: "Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're a great general. I, Zhou Xiyin, am not afraid of you at all."
As she spoke, Zhou Xiyin's small fists rained down on her.
Lin Ping pulled her into a tight embrace and said tenderly, "Hit me, hit me as hard as you want, let out all the anger in your heart!"
When Zhou Xiyin threw her second punch, Lin Ping regretted it. He was certain that Zhou Xiyin had secretly practiced these past few days. Was this really the kind of strength a girl should have?
Feeling the warmth of Lin Ping's embrace, Zhou Xiyin could no longer hold back her grievances and burst into tears, her tears flowing like a raging river.
"If you won't marry me, why won't you let someone else marry me?"
"I just decided to forget you, why did you have to appear?"
"Your clothes are really ugly, and your hair is rotten. You must not have showered for days."
Zhou Xiyin cried and laughed, venting her dissatisfaction.
She didn't need Lin Ping's answer; just being listened to was a comfort.
"I don't recall signing the divorce papers, how could you just marry someone else like that?" Lin Ping angrily questioned.
“Here… I made this handprint while you were sleeping.” Zhou Xiyin obediently took out the divorce agreement that she had always kept hidden in her bosom.
"It doesn't count." Lin Ping smiled nonchalantly. The divorce papers, which still carried Zhou Xiyin's fragrance, had long since turned into fragments and were scattered by the breeze.