Chapter 25 - There’s No Way I’m Letting You Off Tonight (1/2)

Chapter 25: There’s No Way I’m Letting You Off Tonight

Song Yuming saw that the jadeware shop was closed and said, “We’ll come back tomorrow and I’ll buy you a jade hairpin. Jade will look good on you.”

She had never seen any silks and satins or pearl hairpins or other dangling ornaments in her previous life in the third prince’s manor. Back then, Xue Dongting liked those things and only resolutely stood by Third Prince’s side for his status and power. As a lowly singsong girl she had been through the fickle hot-and-cold nature of the world, and it had made her thirst for power, but it was a petty longing that vanished like smoke under the third prince’s cold blade. As she was dying she finally understood how ridiculous it all was.

Xue Dongting shook her head. “I don’t like jade or pearl hairpins. Those flashy things are so useless!”

There was a surprised look in Song Yuming’s eyes. He laughed. “Dongting, you really don’t act like a sixteen-year-old girl.”

She looked up at him and smiled. “Then just think of me as ten years older.”

Song Yuming made a show of thinking this over, then laughed. “Even if you’re ten years older you’re still not as old as me.”

Xue Dongting tilted her head. She only knew he was in his thirties, but she didn’t know his precise age. “How old are you?”

“Thirty-three.”

Xue Dongting suddenly thought of what Mama Qiao had said, that older men knew how to take care of someone. She pursed her lips in thin smile.

It was such a turn on when a woman forced a smile. Song Yuming watched her out of the corner of his eye. He couldn’t help but embrace his lovely little wife. “What are you smiling at? Think I’m old?”

She rolled her seductive eyes, silent and still smiling, naughtily teasing her husband.

He said to her in a low voice, “Alright, Dongting, so you think I’m old? There’s no way I’m letting you off tonight.”

The radiant setting sun shone on Dongting’s cheeks, giving them an orange hue and obscuring her blushing glow. She buried her head in her husband’s chest and said softly, “It’s getting late, let’s go back.”

Song Yuming nodded, smiling. “Okay. My little wife wants to go back home.”