Pampered By All In Different Planes

Ji Xiaoyuan saw her disbelief, he raised an eyebrow and carrying the light pink immortal dress, went inside the house, "Ruanruan, are you awake?"

Seeing Ji Xiaoyuan actually calling out that woman's name, Cuihua's eyes widened, trying to catch a glimpse of the woman's face.

Su Zhiruan heard everything from the inner room.

The soundproofing here was poor; she could hear everything from the courtyard, and at this moment, Ji Xiaoyuan was calling her Ruanruan, presumably to let others see, to use her as a shield.

"I am awake..." Su Zhiruan murmured under her breath, and cooperated with him to speak, "Husband... who has come?"

Ji Xiaoyuan was startled.

The girl's voice was soft, her morning tone low and mellow, with a hint of nasal sound and bewilderment, he knew she was just playing along, but as the word "Husband" left her lips, he suddenly felt a tightness in his throat.

Naturally enchanting, effortlessly bewitching.

Even though he had the lofty position of Regent King, he had never seen such a beauty, and she particularly captivated his heart.

"It's the villagers, coming to deliver things," Ji Xiaoyuan saw that Cuihua's face had turned ashen, knowing that she believed him.

"So it is," Su Zhiruan replied unhurriedly, although she was in the inner room, the rustling sound of her clothes stirred curiosity about the scene behind the door, "It's a pity I haven't recovered from my injuries, and can't go out to meet the guests."

Cuihua had already given up hope; just hearing that voice, even as a woman she herself felt half-melted, but she still wasn't willing to concede, after all, she felt that although the voice was pleasant, the looks might not be exceptional, and certainly, she must be older than her.

So she shook the basket and said, "It's rude of us not to know about sister-in-law's injury. If you don't mind, how about I come in to see the sister-in-law."

Ji Xiaoyuan saw that she wouldn't give up till the bitter end, so he asked through the door, "Ruanruan?"

"Okay." Su Zhiruan propped herself up on her elbows.

With her consent, Ji Xiaoyuan then pushed the door open.

Cuihua stared at the door without blinking, fixated, eager to discover who was behind it!

In an instant—

The door opened, and a vision of an exquisite beauty nearly ensnared Cuihua.

Her eyes nearly popped out.

The snow-white exquisite skin, a porcelain small face, and expressive eyes that seemed to speak, raven hair spilling out over the rumpled thick blankets, cascading onto shoulders and collarbones, white as eggshells, and a slender neck, eyelashes like the wings of a butterfly poised for flight.

When she looked up, Cuihua's breath caught.

Not to mention herself, a young girl not yet of age, even Ji Xiaoyuan, a worldly man, was struck by the sight.

"Sorry for not coming out to greet you, it's truly rude." Su Zhiruan's smile was gentle as a blooming spring flower.

Cuihua pulled herself out of the spell cast by the beauty and demeanor, clutching the basket, no longer entertaining thoughts of comparison.

What was there to compare!

With such looks, she could assert without exaggeration that even if this beauty entered the Imperial Palace, she'd be a sensation. With this kind of beauty, unless she went mad, how could she hope to compete with the moon with the light of a firefly?

"Sister-in-law."

Cuihua became docile.

Ji Xiaoyuan was pleased.

He took the basket, and added some herbs he had found in the mountains to it, "Take these back for your mother, thank you for the bones you brought."

"Alright."

Cuihua couldn't help but steal a few more glances at Su Zhiruan.

She had never seen such an alluring beauty, and being a young girl herself with a love for beauty, and given that Su Zhiruan's temperament was so agreeable, she quickly discarded her previous thoughts.

Although somewhat disheartened, it's better to hurt briefly than long, and with such a beautiful person, her Brother Xiaoyuan was bound to lead a better life.

Cuihua left dejectedly, her heart aching, yet still reminiscing about Su Zhiruan's beauty.

*

After she left, Ji Xiaoyuan closed the front door again and returned to the inner room.

"Thank you." He sat on the soft couch, looking towards the beauty on the bed.

"It's nothing," Su Zhiruan lay back down slowly, turned her head to look at him, and smiled slightly, "It's just a small matter, husband."

Ji Xiaoyuan was taken aback again.

After recovering his composure, he stood up to tuck Su Zhiruan in properly, "If word gets out, then Miss Ruan Ruan will have to act as my wife for a while, to fend off the admirers for me until your injuries heal."

"Is this considered repaying the debt?" Su Zhiruan looked at him.

"It is," Ji Xiaoyuan's heart softened considerably, "Thank you, miss."

After a brief exchange, Ji Xiaoyuan fetched some medicinal herbs to change Su Zhiruan's dressing.

Her leg was set properly, but still needed the herbs and a board to fix it in place.

He couldn't avoid lending a hand with this.

He lifted the blanket, the herbs were already pulverized and placed in a bowl.