Upon hearing this, Keqing's face instantly flushed. The guard was not only full of heroic spirit, but also extremely handsome. His words were shameless, like a bottomless pit.
"Jia Rong rarely comes to Tianxiang Tower," she said. "We have been living separately for a long time."
Jiaming thought to himself, excellent... Jia Rong, oh Jia Rong, since I call you Young Master Rong, I will take care of your wife from now on...
Seeing that she seemed to be reconsidering, Jiaming continued to comfort her.
"There aren't many good people in the Jia family." He continued, "Jia Baoyu lusted after you many times when he slept beside you as a child. He's even your husband Jia Rong's uncle!"
Jiaming suddenly put an arm around Keqing's shoulder. "Isn't he living recklessly and shamelessly all day long, fooling around with all sorts of women, and being irresponsible? Then shouldn't he have died like you long ago?" "And Jia Zhen, he seduced you, so why should you die and not him?"
Qin Keqing's heart trembled upon hearing this. She looked up at Jiaming, her face softening. This manly instructor's words seemed to make a lot of sense... Was she being too sensitive and impulsive?
Seeing that her resolve to die had weakened considerably, Jiaming put on a stern face and roared softly, "You foolish, beautiful girl. Are you still going to try to kill yourself?"
Keqing was greatly startled. Why did this person care so much about her? Could it be that he had fallen in love with her?
She quickly dismissed the thought; her resolve to hang herself had indeed vanished, and blushing, she lowered her head and said softly, "I won't do such a foolish thing again!"
"Very good." "Since you have such awareness," Jiaming said, a pleased smile blooming on his face, and he gently instructed, "Lift your head." "Let me open your eyes."
Keqing looked at Jiaming with a bewildered expression. Suddenly, she saw a bottle of wine appear in Jiaming's left hand, while a string of grapes materialized in his right.
"Ah..." "Sorcery!" Keqing shut her eyes tightly in terror and collapsed to the ground. "Useless little thing."
Jiaming bent down, scooped her into his arms in a princess carry, and gazed at her with utmost tenderness and affection. This was his favorite ancient beauty...
Seeing her trembling in his arms, Jiaming's hand gently caressed Keqing's back and face. After a moment, Keqing felt that there was no danger and that the man before her was not a man-eating monster. Only then did she slowly calm down and open her eyes.
"Come closer and look carefully," Jiaming said in a refined and gentle tone. "Do I look like a monster who eats the hearts of beauties?"
Keqing found herself half-reclining in the man's embrace, a mix of shyness and joy washing over her. She tried to break free, but Jiaming only held her tighter. "If you struggle any further," he warned, "believe it or not, this young master will have you spanked eight hundred times."
Keqing, unable to resist, could only cautiously examine him. Alas... Where could such a handsome and otherworldly man be found? Moreover, a fragrant scent emanated from him, intoxicating her...
"If I wanted to harm you," Jiaming continued, "wouldn't it be easier to just let you die?" "Hmm..." "That was my spatial ability just now. I'll explain the details to you once you come with me."
Keqing's eyes were filled with surprise and anticipation. Jiaming held her even more tenderly, bringing his face closer. He could already smell the alluring fragrance emanating from her breath. Ah... The most beautiful of the Twelve Beauties of Jinling...
"Alas..." Jiaming sighed. "You are such a beauty who could make fish sink and geese fall. It would be a pity to die over such a small matter."
Upon hearing his tender endearments and seeing Jiaming's handsome face, which was as radiant as the clear morning sun in early spring, Keqing felt a surge of warmth and heartache within her. She had never experienced love in her life... Her husband, Jia Rong, often spoke to her coldly. This was how her father-in-law, Jia Zhen, had taken advantage of her... How foolish she had been...
"Wuwuwu..." Keqing began to sob, clutching Jiaming tightly in her arms without realizing it.
"Do you still remember what the Jia Clan Ancestor said?" Jiaming asked sternly. "She said you, Qin Keqing, are the foremost great-grandson's wife in the Jia family!" "From now on, you must completely cut off ties with other scoundrels who try to deceive you, and properly be the young mistress of Ningguo Residence."
Keqing wept uncontrollably, her tears wetting Jiaming's chest. "Mmmhmm..." "I remember everything, I'll listen to you." This manly instructor was clearly a life coach...
Keqing's tears, falling to the ground, signified her farewell to her past self and all the inappropriate entanglements. Jiaming felt very pleased with himself. Saving a life, asking for some reward shouldn't be too much to ask... He then kissed her passionately once more.
Keqing's delicate body trembled, her jade eyes wide open. Soon, she completely relaxed, panting softly. Without any resistance, she wrapped her arms around Jiaming's neck. Both were deeply engrossed...
"Keqing, what's next..." Jiaming urged, filled with longing. Keqing's eyes regained their luster. The gloom and pain of the past vanished, and she involuntarily hooked her arms around Jiaming's neck with girlish shyness. "Brother, you don't need to ask, just do as you please." "This servant girl will only belong to you from now on."
"Hey... no rush," Jiaming said, beaming. "Let me give you a gift first." Jiaming unhurriedly took out various socks from his spatial ability—purple, black, white, in different styles and lengths. "The weather is quite cold." "Put them on one by one and savor them."
"This servant girl likes purple."
...
Head of the Twelve Beauties of Jinling. Jiaming was extremely satisfied. He took out a considerable amount of beef, mutton, vegetables, and wine from his spatial ability. Keqing sat on his lap, and the two playfully bantered, eating and chatting.
"Aiya..." Keqing pouted, panting softly. "You're coming again, brother." "Just a little bit..."
Seeing that Keqing's face, eyes, and body were indeed vastly different from before, Jiaming decided to leave with peace of mind. "Be a good young mistress." "Don't give this position away to other lowly women in vain."
"Remember that." Keqing said charmingly. "Brother, when will you come find me next time?" "If you have nothing to do, go play with Daiyu." "She'll start training tomorrow."
Jiaming lifted her up, and they engaged in a long embrace and exploration...
Jiaming galloped with all his might in the twilight. Fortunately, he did not encounter Jiao Da or Xiren on the way. By the time he sneaked into Xiaoxiang Pavilion