Chapter 467: The Accompanying Maid
Night fell.
After a day of tension, Young Master Sang finally took the opportunity to enjoy the only entertainment in his life — a hot bath — when no one was around.
Although it was a wooden tub and he had to add the hot water himself.
Leaning on the edge of the tub, Young Master Sang let out a long sigh.
“It seems like my father-in-law isn’t as hard to deal with as I imagined.”
“It’s just that the Host overthought this matter,” Nian Nian said, her delicate figure appearing next to the wooden tub. Her charming legs, donned in a pleated skirt, radiated youthful vibes, causing Young Master Sang, who was unceremoniously naked, to turn his head away shyly.
“Meeting the parents isn’t that scary, right? I honestly don’t get what you’re so nervous about.”
“You wouldn’t understand,” Young Master Sang sighed.
In the world he used to inhabit, marriage anxiety was practically off the charts. Among young people, just mentioning anything related to marriage would hit a sensitive nerve.
Having been brainwashed by that environment, it was hard for him to adjust to a society as simple as this one.
“I guess I made marriage too complicated,” he shook his head. “Though I have Sister Yu Bing’s example, facing her type of domineering parents makes me feel oddly relaxed.”
“I think I may have been overly sensitive about Little Ying’s parents.”
Nian Nian’s gaze, obscured behind her black-framed glasses, flickered over Young Master Sang’s body before she casually remarked, “It seems that for the lover accompanying the Host the longest, you’re quite invested.”
“Well, of course,” Young Master Sang leaned on the edge of the tub, his gaze softening. “Honestly, I still feel a bit unreal about marrying Little Ying.”
When did it all start?
It seemed to begin when he got used to having that taciturn little maid around.
That little maid was always silent, keeping her head down and doing her own thing. In the beginning, even when he spoke to her, she would hardly respond.
But over time, he grew accustomed to having her by his side.
He got used to her quiet, attentive care.
He got used to her softly calling him “Master.”
Back then, Young Master Sang wasn’t the Punishment Department’s Demon Lord, nor the head of the Punishment Department.
He didn’t have any golden fingers or a system falling apart, just focused all his effort on working hard to earn a living.
In two lifetimes, Young Master Sang had never met a woman who treated him so wholeheartedly.
Maybe his feelings had started back then.
“Before I met Little Ying, my work was pretty carefree,” Young Master Sang said softly.
“Every day I just clocked in and out, lazily passing the days.”
“And then one day, I suddenly had this thought of wanting to spend my life with Little Ying.”
“Only then did I start working hard to earn money, thinking about one day saving enough for the bride price, squeezing enough for the down payment on a house, preparing mentally to raise a child from a young age.”
“……to be ready to take responsibility for her entire life.”
“Back then, I could probably boldly go and propose to her.”
Nian Nian listened quietly.
With bangs falling over her sparkling eyes, she reflected the warmth in Young Master Sang’s expression as he spoke.
“Although in the end, for various reasons, we still hadn’t held the wedding by the time the child was conceived.”
Young Master Sang scratched his head. “But now, I’m quite satisfied.”
“As long as I get past the in-laws hurdle, I can walk hand in hand with Little Ying until we’re old—there’s this odd premonition.”
Suddenly, Nian Nian let out a sigh.
“……Silly Host.”
Young Master Sang: “Hey, why are you suddenly insulting me?”
“Nothing.” Nian Nian’s gaze shifted toward Little Ying’s room.
“If she doesn’t come out soon, something bad might happen.”
Young Master Sang: “?”
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Meanwhile.
In Little Ying’s room.
“Aunt Yu.” Sitting at the head of the bed, Zhang Xiaoying called out softly.
Aunt Yu’s figure appeared at the door immediately, answering quietly, “My Lady, I’m here.”
As soon as she spoke, the door swung open.
Aunt Yu, looking bewildered, watched as Zhang Xiaoying grabbed her hand and pulled her into the room.
“……My Lady?”
“Sorry, Aunt Yu,” Zhang Xiaoying smiled apologetically, “my family is small; we only have two rooms.”
“N-No problem; I’m just here to ensure your safety, I can keep watch outside at night—”
“I meant.”
Zhang Xiaoying lightly grasped Aunt Yu’s slightly anxious hand.
“Tonight… why don’t you sleep in my room?” she said, her voice playful, winking mischievously.
Aunt Yu’s body trembled suddenly.
“My Lady, that wouldn’t do! I can’t interrupt your affairs with the Master…”
“Just feel,” Zhang Xiaoying held Aunt Yu’s hand and gently placed it on her abdomen.
Aunt Yu distinctly sensed a vibrant life force from Zhang Xiaoying’s belly.
“Aunt Yu, can you feel it? Is it suitable for me to… you know, with my husband?”
“W-Well…” Aunt Yu stammered for a moment, her cheeks flushed as she softly said, “……The fetal heartbeat is a bit unstable; it’s best to wait a while longer for safety.”
“Well, that’s just it.”
Zhang Xiaoying chuckled. “Since I, as the wife, can’t properly serve my husband, I have to find someone to help me out.”
“B-But—” Aunt Yu’s cheeks grew hotter, visibly fidgeting.
“No more buts.”
Zhang Xiaoying gently lifted her hand.
With a gasp, Aunt Yu felt her clothing loosen, and her loose robe fell gracefully to the ground.
Under the candlelight, her skin glimmered like milk, shimmering with a pearly luster.
Aunt Yu instinctively covered her chest with her hands, utterly embarrassed.
Unfortunately, her thin arms appeared powerless against her round and soft figure.
“Aunt Yu, you have such a great figure,” even Zhang Xiaoying couldn’t help but admire her, her eyes sparkling with delight.
“My Lady…” Aunt Yu blushed even more, her face burning, too shy to lift her head.
“Don’t be afraid.”
Zhang Xiaoying leaned close to Aunt Yu’s ear and whispered, “Did you forget?”
“When daughters from good families marry, they usually bring a few maids with them.”
Aunt Yu couldn’t help but timidly look up.
“You can’t tell me you don’t know what accompanying maids are for, right?”
As Zhang Xiaoying’s teasing gaze grew more pronounced, Aunt Yu could only blush, murmuring weakly, “They’re… for the wife to practice marriage, to serve at night…”
By the end, her voice was barely audible.
Aunt Yu’s head drooped as if it would touch the ground, leaving only her bright red ears for Zhang Xiaoying to chuckle at.
“Good, you know.”
“Well then, it’s time for the accompanying maid to get to work.” She gently lifted Aunt Yu’s chin.
Turning toward the door, she called out, “Honey, I’m here!”
“I’ve been holding it all in; let’s keep it down tonight so your parents don’t hear—”
“Wha—” As the door swung open, Young Master Sang’s voice faded into a sheepish tone.
Seeing Aunt Yu standing in her underwear, cheeks flushed, his mind started to short circuit.
“……Uh?”
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