There’s Something Wrong With These Demonic Women!

Chapter 212: The Alluring Widow's Insatiable Yearning

Mu Qingshuang had fantasized countless times about a young and handsome man falling from the sky. Of course, it was an unrealistic idea that she knew could never happen. However, this imaginary scenario that existed only in her mind had unexpectedly become a reality right before her eyes.

More importantly, the young man standing before her was like the vision of idealized masculinity that seemed to have stepped straight from her deepest fantasies. He was handsome and elegant, with a sturdy and well-proportioned physique like a fine marble sculpture. Moreover, he emitted an irresistible charm, appearing good but also giving off an aura of mischief.

"Who are you?"

Mu Qingshuang snapped out of her daydreams, one hand gently covering her neckline to prevent her generous bosom from being seen. She turned her body to avoid being exposed and questioned with a face full of anger and embarrassment, "Do you know where you are? How dare you intrude without fearing the consequences?"

As he stood in the backyard, Lu Xun gazed at the beautiful mature woman who reclined on a chaise lounge. She was dressed in a loose and simple nightgown, and her flowing black hair cascaded like a waterfall. Her posture on the lounge highlighted her plump figure.

It seemed that she was the legendary Lady Cresent Moon, also known as Mu Qingshuang. She was indeed as stunning and alluring as the legends described. Beneath her simple nightgown, she possessed tantalizing curves that rivaled the allure of Miao Fengxian and Fairy Su.

"Are you Lady Cresent Moon?" Lu Xun showed only a hint of amazement, not revealing too much eagerness. After all, the women by his side was no less impressive. He casually replied, "I'm here to find Xuan Shi. She told me that the most luxurious mansion in this place would be hers."

Looking for the little fox?

Mu Qingshuang couldn't help but be taken aback, staring blankly at the young man in front of her. An idea she couldn't accept suddenly welled up in her mind. Could he be the husband of the little fox? This… this couldn't be true, right? A man finally made me feel something, but it turns out that he's the husband of the little fox…

"Could it be… Are you…?" Mu Qingshuang bit her lip tightly, her expression filled with complexity. She hesitantly asked, "The little fox said she has a husband. Are you her husband?"

Facing the words of the charming widow, Lu Xun didn't refuse. He silently nodded and said with a smile, "That's about right. Is she still in bed and hasn't gotten up yet? This girl usually sleeps until the third hour."

Is he really the husband of the little fox? Mu Qingshuang's eyes revealed a hint of subtle disappointment. She mumbled, "You… Wait here for a moment. I'll be right back."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Qingshuang hurriedly got up, covering her nightgown, and quickly walked back to her room, leaving Lu Xun standing there alone.

Watching the mature and charming widow as she walked away, the heaviness of her swift departure, coupled with her light and graceful steps, the rhythmic sway of her round butt, almost stole his soul.

Unlike the alluring charm of Miao Fengxian or the ethereal beauty of Fairy Su, the charming widow who had just left had an aura of refinement and extraordinary grace. She gave off a sense of being well-read, sensible, and had the demeanor of a gentle and intelligent aunt.

"Mature, beautiful, voluptuous, and quite gentle. Furthermore, as a widow, her attributes are complete. This really pushes the boundary of charm," Lu Xun mused, rolling his eyes as he sheathed his flying sword. He leisurely made his way to the pavilion, where he sat down calmly.

At the same time, Mu Qingshuang returned to her chamber and hastily removed the nightgown. She opened her wardrobe and chose a relatively plain dress that combined simplicity with a sense of nobility. After dressing, she sat before a bronze mirror and carefully applied makeup, meticulously tending to her brows, cheeks, and lips.

"No, why am I so concerned about him even though he is the little fox's husband?" After she had finished her makeup, Mu Qingshuang stared at her reflection in the mirror. She was already mature and enchanting, but the makeup had enhanced her beauty further. Nevertheless, a faint sense of confusion and despondency lingered beneath her stunning appearance.

Maybe, perhaps it's because I haven't been in contact with a man for such a long time. Running into such a handsome young man by chance made me feel a bit flustered. I didn't want to appear weak in front of him, which is why I acted a bit arrogant.

Mu Qingshuang slowly rose and walked to her room's door. She opened it gently, then called her personal maid with a grave tone, "Go and tell them that no one is allowed to go to the backyard."

"Yes, madam."

The maid responded respectfully and was about to go inform the others. However, as she turned to leave, Mu Qingshuang's voice reached her once more.

"Wait!"

Mu Qingshuang lightly bit her lip and muttered, "You and Mei'er stay here. Everyone else should temporarily leave the mansion and return in a few days. By the way, go to the accounting room and collect some silver for them. Give each of them five taels. Also, tell them that if they see a man in the mansion, they must not say a word, as if they haven't seen anything, and this applies to you too."

"Yes, madam."

The maid didn't dare to speak and kept her expression neutral before leaving.

After the maid left her sight, Mu Qingshuang finally let out a sigh of relief and walked towards the backyard. When she arrived at the backyard, she saw the young man in the distance, sitting quietly in the pavilion, as if he were meditating.

Should I go over? Will I disturb him?

Mu Qingshuang stood there hesitantly. Just then, Lu Xun suddenly opened his eyes and saw that the charming widow had returned. She had changed into a dress, which, compared to her nightgown, accentuated her mature and intelligent demeanor, all while outlining her graceful figure.

"You're back?" Lu Xun said calmly.

"Yes," Mu Qingshuang replied. She gracefully approached the pavilion and asked with a soft tone, "Did I disturb your cultivation?"

"I was merely recovering my breath earlier," Lu Xun replied.

In the small pavilion, silence filled the air, broken only by the occasional rustle of fabric. In contrast to the tranquil Lu Xun, Mu Qingshuang occasionally stole glances at him from the corner of her eye. She peered at his handsome face and his well-defined, athletic physique.

"You and the little fox are really husband and wife?" Mu Qingshuang finally asked in a low voice.

Lu Xun hesitated for a moment but eventually decided to admit it. He didn't want to hurt the little fox. He muttered, "Is there a problem with that?"

"It's not a big deal. I'm just curious. She's a fox demoness, and you're a human. The union between a human and a demon is considered an abomination, a transgression against the natural order," Mu Qingshuang whispered. "Though the little fox is over two hundred years old, her mind is relatively simple and innocent. She doesn't fully understand the consequences of a such love. But you should be well aware, right?"

Lu Xun glanced at the charming widow and asked calmly, "If you're destined to have no future with someone but love them deeply, do you want a beautiful journey, a different outcome, or do you choose to walk away?"

"I…," Mu Qingshuang began, but then hesitated. Her brow furrowed as she considered her response.

"Don't say the world lacks true sentiments; since ancient times, the world has been full of foolish love." Lu Xun replied thoughtfully. "When both are willing to risk everything for each other, even if there are mountains and rivers between them, it won't stop their determination to love each other."

"Sometimes, blindly sticking to conventions only leads to failure," Lu Xun continued. "Rules, after all, are not meant to be rigid shackles but rather flexible guidelines. The bolder you are, the more likely you are to get what you want."

Lu Xun's words shook Mu Qingshuang's rigid beliefs, challenging her conventional thoughts. Particularly, the line "Don't say the world lacks true sentiments; since ancient times, the world has been full of foolish love" left a profound impact on her.

Are there truly so many people in this world who are so passionate about love? Maybe the young man in front of her is one of them. Despite knowing that a relationship with the little fox would be condemned by the world, he loves her passionately, with his good looks, strength, eloquence, and intense devotion!

Unfortunately, he belongs to the little fox.

Mu Qingshuang sighed in her heart. She thought that a handsome young man had fallen from the sky, a gift from the heavens to her. However, it turns out that he belongs to that mischievous little fox.

Wait a minute, something's not right. It's my first time meeting him. Why am I having these inexplicable thoughts?

Could it be that I've been lonely for too long, and seeing a man I slightly fancy makes me feel amorous? No, no, I'm lonely, but not to this extent. Maybe it's because I didn't sleep well last night and my mind is wandering.

In fact, Mu Qingshuang had a subtle feeling of "love at first sight," but due to her pride and self-respect, she refused to acknowledge that such a thing could happen to her.

Just then, the little fox, wearing a petite nightgown and yawning, came to the backyard. When she suddenly saw Lu Xun in the pavilion, a surge of excitement overtook her. She was no longer tired, and she moved with light steps, quickly running to the pavilion and pouncing on him.

"Big villain! You finally came to find me. Do you know how much I missed you?" The little fox's entire body lay on Lu Xun's lap, her two delicate arms tightly encircling his neck. Her lips, radiating with desire, planted a flurry of kisses on his cheeks.

The three furry tails behind her continuously wagged, indicating how excited and happy the little fox was at this moment.

At the same time, Mu Qingshuang, sitting not far away, was filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment. This lonesome widow, having traversed over four decades of solitude, was nearly reduced to a state of insatiable yearning.