Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy-Chapter 44 - . Wedding room pranks

Chapter 44: 44. Wedding room pranks

Chapter 44: 44. Wedding room pranks

The people at the guild didn’t know that this “son-in-law living with his wife’s family” and his wife slept separately, so after the banquet ended, they continued to make noise.

The children of the families being protected formed groups of three to five, chasing playfully, swarming around to create a wedding night prank.

The shadows of the trees danced, and the flowers began to bloom…

The guards, maids, and aunts laughed as they followed the children, crowding through the corridor to the courtyard gate like an invading army at night.

Song Cheng had drunk quite a lot today.

Because it tasted good, and usually, he couldn’t afford it.

Thinking of marrying a “White rich beauty,” and the future he would build in this guild as his home, he felt both happy and expectant.

The surging intoxication unearthed the repressed pain and suffering from his memories of crossing over.

The journey so far had been a series of stumbles, not easy at all.

He hoped everything would improve in the future.

Everything, he had to change with his own hands and mind.

Seeing the crowd about to enter Miss An’s courtyard, Song Cheng laughed heartily, holding his arms wide open to block the doorway, portraying a stance of “a single man holding the pass against ten thousand enemies.”

“Thank you, everyone, let’s stop here for today.”

The aunts protested, clamoring, “The son-in-law is eager, eager!”

The guards laughed heartily.

The children shouted, “Wedding night prank, wedding night prank!”

As they spoke, a mischievous boy seized an opportunity, ducked down, and quickly ran in front of Song Cheng, trying to crawl under his arm.

But how could he succeed?

Song Cheng grabbed the boy by the back and, using a clever force, gently tossed him back.

Everyone looked stunned, and a woman watched the boy with concern.

In a moment, the boy landed, also stunned, and exclaimed excitedly, “I’m fine!”

Then, with shining eyes, he rushed at Song Cheng again, shouting, “Fun! Do it again!”

The woman sighed in relief, thinking of stopping him, but seeing her son’s immense joy, she let it be.

Seeing that nothing happened to him, the other children thought it looked fun and charged over one by one.

Song Cheng spread his arms wide, like an “eagle blocking little chicks,” catching one, throwing one.

As he tossed one away, another dashed over.

The children suddenly found this to be the most fun part of the night.

After Song Cheng had been tossing them like this for a stick of incense’s time, Ying finally walked out of the courtyard and said, “That’s enough fun for today. Everyone, go home early to rest. There’s still a crisis in the city, we can’t relax.”

Ying, with her cold face and high martial skills, had the nickname “Willow Leaf Blade” in the Martial Arts World. In addition to being someone close to Miss An, she had always held authority. When she spoke, everyone left laughing and joking.

In the gloom-shrouded Shanghe County, this kind of fun offered a moment of cheer amidst hardship.

Ying looked at Song Cheng and said, “Never imagined the son-in-law is so childlike.”

Song Cheng, immersed in the joyful atmosphere of the wedding, still wore a smile on his face.

He said, “Drunk, drunk,” and headed to the side room.

Although he had told Madam Tong yesterday that he wouldn’t be sleeping with her today, they were a couple in name. Since she was gone, he had no reason to squeeze into Miss An’s room.

Ying watched his back with a complex expression on her charming face, biting her lips lightly and then giving a soft cough.

Song Cheng stopped and turned around, “Ying, are you catching a cold? I’ll have Madam Tong prepare some medicine for you.”

Ying pointed to the main room and said indifferently, “Go there.”

Song Cheng thought for a moment, then nodded, “Alright, I’m a son-in-law living with his wife’s family, so I’ll follow your arrangement.”

Ying opened her mouth but hesitated, pursing her lips.

The ceremony had to be completed.

Song Cheng came to the main room’s door, knocked gently, and waited for the sound of “Come in” before entering, only to find An Chenyu sitting alluringly on the couch.

Her icy jade-like skin, snow-white complexion, and flower-like face, paired with her cold and remote demeanor, seemed to have melted, like unimaginably distant and cold peaks finally experiencing spring.

The candlelight flickered due to the door opening, causing her mature figure wrapped in bridal attire to sway and change continuously in the firelight.

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The snow-white skin glowed with the candle’s rosy hue, like flowing fire streaming quietly.

Neck, cheeks, arms, feet, all aglow.

Women were said to be made of water.

Song Cheng had felt a bit of this in Madam Tong, but… the woman before him seemed to embody this saying even more.

He was a normal and healthy man. Although they agreed they were only married in name, the woman before him exuded such femininity he couldn’t help but feel parched and his breath quicken.

An Chenyu, quietly watching him, suddenly stood up, “Song, get on the couch, sleep inside.”

Song Cheng’s breath quickened, and he sat down.

An Chenyu rose and gently blew out the candle.

Once the candle was extinguished, the room became pitch black. The window seemed covered with special oil paper, blocking out all outside light, plunging the room into absolute darkness.

In this darkness came the sound of the door creaking.

Song Cheng’s heart raced as he slid into the new marriage bedding.

With his thoughts loosely drifting due to drinking too much, he relaxed.

When the door closed again, he felt a fragrant, soft, flower-like, and slippery figure slip into bed, warm spring waters engulfing him instantly.

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…

For a long time…

Song Cheng comfortably closed his eyes.

And he felt the woman in bed with him slowly leave.

He didn’t care, and allowed fatigue, drunkenness, and relaxation to carry him into slumber.

It wasn’t Miss An who came, but… Ying.

The two had similar figures and were of similar height. It was hard to tell in the dark of night, but he could see data and had once been blind.

This was an extra compensation from Miss An, a way to add a bit of bond to their “marriage in name,” and also to cement his identity as “husband.”

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The next morning…

An elderly woman came to tidy up the “newlywed battlefield,” pausing when she saw the bloodstained sheets.

She had been sent by the madam to take care of Miss An, and also… to keep an eye on things.

Seeing real blood on the sheets surprised the old woman, casting a shadow over her face, and she silently collected the sheets and turned away.

Song Cheng, wearing new robes, was in high spirits, practicing the blade with Madam Tong in the courtyard.

Not far away, Ying, her face cold as frost, walked by nonchalantly as if it hadn’t been her there last night.

Song Cheng looked at Ying, feeling softness in his heart, and said, “Good morning, Ying.”

“Good morning, son-in-law,” Ying replied coolly.

Song Cheng said, “Do you practice ‘Willow Brushing Force’?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll teach you,” Song Cheng said with a smile, feeling some affection toward Ying.

Ying kept a stern face, “I’m almost at Perfection, no need for teaching.”

“Not ‘Willow Brushing Force,’ I’ll teach you something else,” Song Cheng thought for a moment, adding, “It’s a more refined force based on ‘Willow Brushing Force.'”

Ying was taken aback.

Ling, stepping out wearing a pink skirt, teased, “Yingying, the son-in-law cares for you. Did you think he wouldn’t know it was you last night? Hee hee…”

Ying’s cold face blushed fiercely, like it was burning, and she snapped, “No nonsense! It’s bad if outsiders hear!”

Saying this, she walked away without looking back, hastily skirting the courtyard, and only when outside did her suppressed heartbeat start pounding wildly. She suddenly sped up, bolting away in the direction of the dining hall.