Today, The Villain Couple is Settling Scores Again

Chapter 135

In the early days of summer, the wedding banquet of Jian Huan and Shen Jizhi was grandly held at their new residence.

After the traditional wedding ceremony, the newlyweds, hand in hand, gracefully left the lively and bustling hall, walking along a pebble path strewn with petals, heading towards their bridal chamber.

At the best table in the banquet hall sat Medicine Granny, Yin Yusheng, Ran Mu'er, Wen Jiu, Yang Ye, Jiang Mian, and Gong Feihong.

Medicine Granny took a sip of wine, watching Jian Huan and Shen Jizhi depart, and sighed, "I still remember the days when these two would bicker with me over the cost of medicine, trying to make one dose last for three. And now, in the blink of an eye, they're married and well-off."

Truly, fortunes change like the tides of a river—never underestimate the potential of the young.

Yin Yusheng, sitting beside Medicine Granny, smiled and asked, "By the way, Granny, you're leaving for South Dust Immortal Island tomorrow, right? Have you packed everything?"

Medicine Granny, slightly tipsy, mumbled, "I'll just bring a few things. I'm only going for a month or two to visit some old friends. Once I get tired of it, I'll come back. The neighbors still need me for their ailments..."

"Granny, can I go with you?" Ran Mu'er, who had been idly sipping wine like water, perked up, leaning closer to Medicine Granny with a flirtatious smile. "I heard there's a handsome young disciple on South Dust Immortal Island. I want to see him~"

"Are you talking about Junior Brother Yu?" Jiang Mian, who had been munching on sweet and sour pork ribs, quickly looked up, her voice tinged with excitement. "I've heard about him too! He's only fifteen this year!"

Ran Mu'er chuckled, "Yes, yes, that's him! How about you and Wen Jiu come along? As for Jian Huan, she's married now, so it's not appropriate for her to go around ogling young men."

Wen Jiu, who had been sitting quietly by the wall with her large black sword, looked up shyly and whispered, "I won't be going. I've already made plans with Yang Ye and Gong Feihong to explore a secret realm."

Nearby, Gong Feihong was happily cradling Yang Ye's little spirit pig. Both of them were studying beast taming and had been engrossed in a lively discussion about pig-rearing since the banquet began.

Jiang Mian also declined, her words muffled by the food in her mouth. "I won't be going either. The Money Treasure Pavilion has been really busy lately, and there's a lot to do."

Besides, she wasn't fond of traveling far. Handsome male cultivators could also be found in the Jade Clarity Sect.

Ran Mu'er reached out and playfully tapped Jiang Mian's forehead, chiding, "You all are breaking my heart. Well, I guess it'll just be Granny and me then. What a pity."

Yin Yusheng glanced at her and then at the table across the room.

That table was reserved for the important figures: Sect Leader Dao Xuan, Elder Yu Qing, several peak masters, and among them, Ran Mu'er's master.

Yin Yusheng nodded politely to them before turning back. "Can you really go? Isn't your master here?"

"I'll just bring my master along," Ran Mu'er replied nonchalantly, catching her master's gaze and sending a flirtatious wink his way.

Yin Yusheng: "..."

On the night of the Lantern Festival earlier this year, he had discussed Ran Mu'er's relationship with her master. At the time, Ran Mu'er had joked that if they lasted a month, he should prepare to marry off his sister.

Now, more than a month had passed, and Yin Yusheng could see that his sister and the Harmony Union Sect's peak master were growing closer by the day.

Yin Yusheng glanced around the room, taking mental notes of the decorations.

He thought to himself that when the time came, he would need to consult Shen Jizhi about wedding arrangements.

As for Jian Huan, she hadn't been involved much in the wedding preparations—Shen Jizhi had taken care of everything.

"What are you all chatting about? It sounds so lively!" Gu Shan, holding a small earth fruit spirit and a cup of wine, stumbled over with a tipsy grin.

"Peak Master Gu," the group at the table began to rise to greet him.

"Sit, sit, we're all family here, no need for formalities," Gu Shan waved them down, downing his wine in one gulp. "Thank you all for taking the time to attend my disciple and his bride's wedding banquet. This old man offers his gratitude first! Drink and eat to your heart's content. If there's anything lacking, just blame my disciple!"

The group laughed at Gu Shan's words.

Gong Feihong looked around and asked, "Senior Gu, where is Senior Brother Shen? Isn't he coming to toast?"

"Him? Toasting?" Gu Shan raised an eyebrow, his comical mustache twitching. "You're dreaming if you think that rascal will come back. But don't worry, I'm here! Come on, young man, drink with me! I know you—you're the grandson of the Gong family, right? Hehe, I hear your family has some fine wines. When are you going to let this old man have a taste?"

Gong Feihong thumped his chest enthusiastically, "Anytime Peak Master Gu wants to drink, just say the word!"

...

In the front courtyard, the banquet hall was alive with rounds of wine and music that played on through the night. Old friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time laughed and chatted, reluctant to leave even as they grew drunk.

The noise from the festivities drifted faintly through the windows and doors adorned with red "double happiness" paper.

Inside the bridal chamber, Jian Huan sat primly on the edge of the bed, weighed down by the luxurious phoenix crown and wedding attire. The red tassels on her headdress swayed gently as she tilted her head.

"Shen Jizhi," Jian Huan called out, her voice clear and bright.

"Hmm?" Shen Jizhi, looking particularly striking in his red wedding robes, set down the cup of ceremonial wine and turned to sit beside her. "What is it?"

Jian Huan glanced at him, then shifted closer, leaning her head on his shoulder. After a moment of thought, she said, "There's something I've been thinking about all day."

"Oh?" Shen Jizhi reached up and began to carefully remove the intricate hairpins from her elaborate hairstyle. "Tell me."

As the hairpins were removed one by one, her head felt much lighter.

Jian Huan sat up straight, half-hugging Shen Jizhi's arm, and leaned in close. With a hint of shyness, she spoke quickly and softly, "Shen Jizhi, there's something I don't think I've ever said to you."

Realizing what she might be about to say, Shen Jizhi's hands paused, and he held his breath.

"So, listen carefully," Jian Huan's palms were slightly sweaty, her clear eyes reflecting the glow of the red candles as she gazed deeply into his amber-colored irises. "Shen Jizhi, I like you. I want to share a lifetime of joy with you."

The candle by the bed burned quietly, and Shen Jizhi's eyes seemed to flicker for a moment.

For the first time, he quickly averted his gaze, the tips of his ears tinged with a faint blush.

Jian Huan was taken aback. "Are you... blushing?"

Shen Jizhi stiffened. "No."

Him? Blushing?

Impossible.

Jian Huan pointed at him, leaning closer with a teasing grin. "You are! Shen Jizhi! Your ears are red!"

She reached for his hand. "Here, feel for yourself. They must be burning hot..."

Shen Jizhi caught her hand, his eyes darkening as he listened to her playful words. Deciding to take matters into his own hands, he flipped her onto the red wedding quilt, their robes fluttering like dancing red butterflies.

"Yes, they must be..." His voice grew softer, carrying a hint of a teasing smile. "Hot."

Jian Huan let out a soft gasp, feeling the warmth of his body. Then, with a touch of concern, she reminded him, "...Be careful. This wedding dress is very expensive..."

Shen Jizhi: "...I know."

The wedding dress had multiple layers and countless hidden clasps, making it a challenge to remove.

After struggling for a while, the dress remained firmly in place.

Jian Huan propped herself up on one elbow, genuinely curious. "Do you even know how to take this off?"

Shen Jizhi chuckled lightly. With a swift motion, he pulled aside the layers of red fabric and slipped beneath them.

Jian Huan instinctively kicked her legs, trying to close them and push his head away.

But it was too late.

Her body stiffened and then relaxed as she fell back onto the red quilt. The embroidered wedding dress trembled as she was kissed into a daze, her muffled cries sounding like those of a small animal overwhelmed by pleasure.

...

The red candles burned on, and as dawn approached, the night gave way to day.

Jian Huan buried her face in Shen Jizhi's chest, listening to the noise from the front courtyard. "It's already morning. Why are they still drinking? Haven't they left yet?"

Shen Jizhi held her close, idly playing with her hair as he listened to the drunken chatter of Gu Shan and the earth fruit spirit. He chuckled, "Indeed. They're going to drink all the wine at this rate."

Jian Huan, half-asleep, murmured, "Next year, when Ran Mu'er gets married, I'm going to drink a lot too..."

“Mm.” ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Shen Jizhi lowered his gaze, glancing at the figure in his arms for a moment before gently pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Jian Huan, sweet dreams.”

Jian Huan murmured something, her voice soft and fading, almost like a dream. “Aren’t you going to sleep?”

“I’ll sleep soon,” Shen Jizhi replied in a low voice, tightening his embrace and burying his face in the warmth of her neck.

The thought that they still had a long, long life ahead of them—long enough to travel the vast lands of the Nine Provinces hand in hand, and one day welcome their own child—filled his heart with joy. It made him reluctant to fall asleep, savoring every moment of this bliss.