Transmigrated as a Cannon Fodder Wife A in Ancient Times - Chapter 58

Chapter 58

Wei Lan pouted, unsure where she had upset her wife.

Lu Zijin, seeing her pitiful expression, laughed despite her anger. “You’re feeling wronged? Hands out.”

Wei Lan didn’t know what Lu Zijin planned but obediently extended her hands. The next moment, Lu Zijin took one of the red silk ribbons and tied Wei Lan’s hands together.

With her hands bound, Wei Lan sensed danger. “Madam, why are you tying me?”

Lu Zijin smiled at her. “You’ll find out soon.”

Wei Lan tilted her head to look at Lu Zijin, who pinched her cheek. Then, Lu Zijin took the other red silk ribbon, folded it several times, and placed it over Wei Lan’s eyes.

She lifted Wei Lan’s neck with one hand, wrapped the ribbon around to the back of her head with the other, and tied it securely. Wei Lan’s vision was completely blocked.

With her sight gone, Wei Lan felt some panic, especially since her hands were immobile. “Madam, I can’t see.”

Lu Zijin chuckled softly, casually playing with Wei Lan’s dog tag. “Good, you’re not supposed to see. This is what happens to naughty dogs.”

“Madam, I was wrong. Can you remove the ribbon from my eyes? I promise to be good and not move, okay?” Wei Lan pleaded pitifully.

Lu Zijin’s face was full of amusement, glancing at Wei Lan to tease. “Then tell me, what did you do wrong today?”

“I really can’t think of anything. I earned so much silver, yet you’re punishing me,” Wei Lan said, feeling wronged. She had earned so much for her Madam, so why was she angry? Wei Lan had thought her Madam would reward her today, but now she was tied up.

“The little dog did something wrong and dares to bite back at her owner?” Lu Zijin raised an eyebrow at Wei Lan. Realizing Wei Lan couldn’t see, she leaned down and bit her.

Wei Lan’s already red and swollen lips became even more vivid.

With her vision blocked, Wei Lan’s senses were heightened, making her extremely sensitive. Soon, she struggled to breathe.

She pushed Lu Zijin with her bound hands. Lu Zijin pulled back slightly, seeing Wei Lan’s cheeks, neck, and even ear tips flushed red.

Her little Qianyuan was even more obedient and tempting to tease.

Lu Zijin leaned into Wei Lan’s embrace, one hand still holding the dog tag, the other playfully toying with Wei Lan’s ear tip. Wei Lan, ticklish, tried to shrink her neck to dodge, but Lu Zijin held her still.

“The little dog is tied up and still dares to be naughty? Tell me, have you figured out what you did wrong?” Lu Zijin continued playing with Wei Lan’s ear tip, leaning in to bite her swollen lip.

Wei Lan, kissed into a daze with her eyes covered, felt her senses focus on the ear tip Lu Zijin toyed with. Her body felt like it was on fire.

She sniffled and cooed to Lu Zijin, “Madam, I really don’t know. Tell me, please?”

“Alright,” Lu Zijin said, her eyes darkening. She tore off the plaster on Wei Lan’s contract point and bit down. This time, she bit harder, and instantly, the scent of fresh snow surged from Wei Lan’s contract point. Lu Zijin eagerly sucked it, gently pinching Wei Lan’s ear tip.

Unable to see, Wei Lan’s body weakened under the teasing. “Madam, suck lighter. It’s so ticklish.”

Hearing her little Qianyuan’s soft,娇娇 cooing, Lu Zijin, still unsatisfied, bit the contract point several more times.

The poor contract point swelled red, but Lu Zijin didn’t relent, as if determined to drain every bit of the scent.

After sucking and biting the contract point for a while, Lu Zijin’s body softened from the scent. She wasn’t in a rush, leaning into Wei Lan’s embrace to regain strength.

But as her nose brushed Wei Lan’s clothes, Lu Zijin’s face darkened. The clothes carried a mix of various scents. How many Kunze had Wei Lan met today?

Thinking this, Lu Zijin’s intention to let Wei Lan rest vanished. She leaned into Wei Lan’s embrace, her fingers deliberately pressing the contract point. As she did, bursts of fresh snow scent were squeezed out. Still unsatisfied, she buried her face in Wei Lan’s neck and bit several times.

“Hmm, Madam, don’t bite. It hurts,” Wei Lan said. With her eyes covered, she felt insecure, her body’s senses amplified. The contract point itched, and her neck hurt from her wife’s bites. She could only coo to Lu Zijin, hoping for mercy.

But after cooing, she noticed her Madam bit even harder. Her contract point was relentlessly pressed, once plump but now nearly drained of scent.

Yet Lu Zijin seemed unsatisfied. She propped herself up, her right hand gently squeezing the contract point, as if to extract the last trace of scent.

Indeed, soon the contract point deflated under Lu Zijin’s teasing, and Wei Lan went completely limp.

Lu Zijin leaned into Wei Lan’s embrace, her index finger poking the flat contract point, chuckling. “Gone so soon? The little dog is useless.”

“It’s really gone. Stop poking. It’s ticklish,” Wei Lan said, feeling truly empty. Her limbs were weak, and she couldn’t see Lu Zijin’s expression, making her panic.

“Tch, done so quickly? Recover fast. A dog’s contract point is for its owner to play with, right?” Lu Zijin said, her right index finger ceaselessly toying with the contract point, making Wei Lan’s breathing quicken.

She sniffled, pleading pitifully, “Madam, can you untie the ribbon on my eyes? I can’t see.”

Lu Zijin leaned to bite her lip. “You’re not supposed to see. Naughty, disobedient dogs get tied up.”

“Where was I disobedient? I earned so much silver today, and you don’t reward me but bully me,” Wei Lan accused, feeling wronged.

Lu Zijin laughed in exasperation. “You expect a reward?”

She kissed Wei Lan fiercely, more urgently this time. Wei Lan couldn’t breathe, but Lu Zijin didn’t stop, drawing her into deeper kisses.

Finally, fearing she’d knock her little Qianyuan out, Lu Zijin pulled back. As expected, Wei Lan gasped for air, nearly suffocated by her wife’s kisses.

Lu Zijin sat up, still unsatisfied. Her right hand toyed with the deflated contract point, her left rubbing Wei Lan’s lips. “Smell yourself. What scents are on you? How many Kunze did you meet today, and how many did you laugh and talk with, hmm?”

Even without scent left, Lu Zijin’s pressing didn’t stop, and her left hand rubbed Wei Lan’s lips harder.

Wei Lan, oxygen-deprived from the kiss, was still dazed. Hearing Lu Zijin’s question, she guessed the reason for her anger and explained, “I did it to earn silver for you. None of them are as pretty as you. Madam is the prettiest. I like Madam the most.”

Lu Zijin smiled at Wei Lan’s words but pinched her chin. “I heard you had fun chatting with those girls today?”

“No, no, it was just business to earn money for you. Don’t be angry,” Wei Lan said, wanting to hug Lu Zijin, but her bound hands prevented it.

Lu Zijin released Wei Lan’s chin, lightly pinching her neck. “A dog has only one owner. I heard many rich Kunze came to support you today. If you dare run off with another rich Kunze, I’ll break your legs.”

“I’m going nowhere. I only like Madam,” Wei Lan said, immediately pledging loyalty.

Seeing her obedience, Lu Zijin’s anger eased slightly, but she wasn’t done with Wei Lan. Dogs needed training.

She leaned down to smell Wei Lan again. Though not strong, the mix of various scents displeased her.

Lu Zijin sat on Wei Lan’s waist and began removing her dress.

Blindfolded, Wei Lan heard the rustle of clothes, her throat bobbing. She asked tentatively, “Madam, what are you doing?”

Lu Zijin glared at the dog beneath her, ignoring her, and continued undressing. She lowered the bed curtains, untied her inner garment, revealing a red undergarment.

The undergarment had a small embroidered phoenix, looking cute.

Lu Zijin hesitated, untied the back straps, and tossed the undergarment onto Wei Lan’s face. Blushing but feigning calm, she asked, “Smell good?”

Blindfolded, Wei Lan didn’t know what her wife had thrown on her face, but since Lu Zijin told her to smell, she took a deep breath and sighed, “So fragrant.”

The scent was unique, with faint sandalwood and Lu Zijin’s own fragrance. Wei Lan loved it.

She thought Lu Zijin had thrown her inner garment on her face, given the scent, but why was the fabric so smooth?

With her hands tied, Wei Lan couldn’t feel the texture, so she rubbed her face against it. Still unsure, she asked, “What is this, Madam? Your inner garment? Why’s it so smooth?”

Lu Zijin laughed in exasperation, pinching Wei Lan’s nose, her ear tips red. “Guess.”

“Hmm, I can’t. Inner garment, maybe? Smells so good,” Wei Lan said, taking two more deep sniffs.

Lu Zijin’s lips curved. Though Wei Lan couldn’t see, she felt shy, clutching her inner garment to her chest. Seeing the dog sniff her undergarment, her anger faded, but it wasn’t enough.

Thinking, Lu Zijin coughed lightly, tossed her inner garment aside, and leaned to untie the ribbon over Wei Lan’s eyes, leaving the undergarment on her face.

Feeling the eye restraint gone, Wei Lan said sweetly, “Thank you, Madam. I knew you’re the best to me.”

As her vision focused, she saw the object on her face. It looked familiar, with gold-stitched patterns, red, like an undergarment?

A row of question marks floated through Wei Lan’s mind. No way, right? If Madam put her undergarment on her face, what was Madam wearing?

Wei Lan pondered, her eyes adjusting to the surroundings. The undergarment was thin silk, letting some light through. Her vision cleared, and through the undergarment, she saw Lu Zijin sitting on her, seemingly bare up top?

Seeing Wei Lan go silent, Lu Zijin felt shy but was relieved the undergarment blocked half of Wei Lan’s view, hiding her blush.

Lu Zijin leaned down and kissed Wei Lan’s ear tip. “Fragrant?”

Wei Lan swallowed, her heart ablaze, her voice hoarse. “Fragrant. Madam’s the most fragrant.”

Lu Zijin pinched Wei Lan’s ear tip, her fingertip tapping her nose. “Bad dog.”

Wei Lan didn’t mind the scolding, smiling at Lu Zijin. Madam looked so pretty like this. If only the undergarment were removed, she could see clearer.

“Madam, can you take this off my face? I can’t see you clearly,” Wei Lan cooed, whining. She could see somewhat through the silk, but it wasn’t clear.

Lu Zijin leaned to bite her lip. “Bad dog, no way.”

Wei Lan looked pitifully at Lu Zijin through the red veil. “Owner, pity me. It’s uncomfortable covering my eyes.”

Lu Zijin’s lips curved slightly. “Uncomfortable, or planning mischief? Hmm?”

“No way, I’m the most obedient,” Wei Lan cooed, trying to get Lu Zijin to remove the ribbon.

Lu Zijin didn’t comply. Her eyes curved, as if thinking of something. She shifted upward, blushing, and leaned to offer a cherry.

“Feeding the bad dog. Eat,” Lu Zijin said softly, her voice enchanting.

Wei Lan’s mind went blank, instinctively opening her mouth to take a bite through the thin red silk, savoring the fragrance.

Lu Zijin’s half-body flushed red, unwilling to let the bad dog take more advantage. She pinched Wei Lan’s cheek to make her release.

She covered herself with her inner garment again and looked at the dazed Wei Lan.

Wei Lan snapped back, her ear tips red, smacking her lips, still savoring. “So sweet.”

Hearing this, Lu Zijin’s blush deepened, her eyes spring-like as she scolded, “Bad dog.”

“Really sweet. I’m a bad dog. Owner, feed me again. I love it,” Wei Lan said, her nose rubbing the undergarment, relishing the taste.

Lu Zijin scoffed and glared at Wei Lan. “Dream on. With so many other Kunze scents on you, the bad dog deserves to starve.”

Lu Zijin turned her back to Wei Lan, reaching to retrieve the undergarment from her face.

She dressed in her undergarment again, facing away. Wei Lan’s vision cleared.

Seeing Lu Zijin’s fair waist, Wei Lan’s gaze fell on her hands tying the undergarment. So that was really it on her face!

Wei Lan’s heart raced. Her hands were tied, but she could move elsewhere. She rolled on the bed, cooing, “Madam, feed me again? The dog only got one bite and isn’t full.”

Lu Zijin, now dressed in her inner garment, turned to Wei Lan, raising an eyebrow with a smile. “Naughty bad dogs deserve to starve. I’m tired. I’ll sleep.”

She untied the ribbon on Wei Lan’s hands, lay down with her back to Wei Lan, closed her eyes, and prepared to sleep.

Wei Lan sat on the bed, pouting. Really, just one bite and sleep? She’d only tasted through the undergarment, barely savoring it.

Wei Lan lay pitifully behind Lu Zijin, muttering, “Madam, your dog’s hungrier. Can you feed me a bit more? I promise to be good. Even at signings, I’ll bathe first thing back, no scents left. Don’t be mad. Pay attention to me.”

Lu Zijin’s lips curved slightly, but she kept her eyes closed. Bad dogs needed to be teased.

Seeing Lu Zijin ignore her, Wei Lan whimpered, rolling pitifully on the bed. Her Madam had stoked her fire but wouldn’t put it out.

Wei Lan’s mind replayed the cherry moment, looping endlessly. The more she thought, the less she slept, especially since Lu Zijin had drained her scent. She didn’t even know when Lu Zijin left the next day.

Waking, Wei Lan felt weak, the bed beside her cold. Lu Zijin had long gone.

Wei Lan rolled on the bed, feeling wronged. Her Madam teased her and left, and she didn’t know when she’d taste the cherry again.

She lay a while longer, finally finding strength to get up. Not having bathed last night, Wei Lan had hot water prepared and the bedsheets and covers changed. Lu Zijin had said her clothes carried others’ scents, so she needed to fix it, or her Madam wouldn’t let her taste next time.

She soaked comfortably in the tub, then ate breakfast with Wei Qing.

Wei Qing fidgeted during the meal, noticing the strawberry and bite marks on Wei Lan’s neck. Unable to resist, she asked, “Sister, what’s on your neck?”

“Oh, nothing. Adult matters. You’ll understand when you marry,” Wei Lan said, smiling sweetly. Though her Madam drained her scent, she was happy last night, tasting the cherry for the first time, even through red silk.

Wei Qing, skeptical, didn’t understand why her sister seemed happy despite being bullied.

Meanwhile, Chen’s Bookshop’s shopkeepers went early to Chen Zhou’s study. Chen Zhou looked better but always needed a few masculine Qianyuans around, fearing Yun Xiang’s ghost.

Chen Zhou sat behind the desk, frowning. “I’ve heard about the bookshop. Don’t panic. If the Lu Family can hold a signing, so can we. We have more authors. Invite the three most famous to our main branch for a signing. Prepare now and start this afternoon. I’ll be there.”

“Yes, Young Master. I’ll arrange it. Which authors should we invite?” the head shopkeeper of Chen’s main branch asked.

“The best-selling ones, Liu Wenyuan, Zhang Xiu, and Li Fenghuan,” Chen Zhou said after a moment’s thought.

“Yes, I’ll prepare quickly,” the shopkeeper said hurriedly.

After finalizing details, Chen Zhou let them prepare. Alone behind the desk, he muttered, “Wei Lan, you useless thing, think you can compete with me? Our bookshop has the most authors. Scared of you?”

Chen Zhou shook his head disdainfully, handled other mansion affairs, ate lunch, and went to the bookshop early.

From morning, Chen’s Bookshop branches posted notices about Liu Wenyuan, Zhang Xiu, and Li Fenghuan’s afternoon signing, drawing attention. Many liked talent-and-beauty storybooks.

After noon, some queued at Chen’s main branch, where Liu Wenyuan, Zhang Xiu, and Li Fenghuan sat behind the desk.

But some, seeing Zhang Xiu and Li Fenghuan’s faces, lost interest in queuing. Both were over forty, and the young girls who liked these storybooks preferred young, handsome Qianyuans, not old men.

Liu Wenyuan, in his twenties, was slightly better but average-looking, just a typical scholar without flair or effort in appearance. Many were disappointed and unwilling to spend five taels.

Still, Liu Wenyuan had a few loyal fans willing to pay, so about a dozen queued for him. Zhang Xiu and Li Fenghuan’s desks, however, had no one.

Chen Zhou, seeing the dismal business, nearly turned green with anger. He summoned the shopkeeper to the back courtyard and questioned, “What’s going on? Are you sure this is how Wei Lan held her signing?”

“I’m sure. I sent someone to investigate. Wei Lan had people queue, with a chair opposite the desk for signers to sit. Nothing else,” the shopkeeper replied.

“Strange. Why so few at ours? Send a few servants to ask why people left,” Chen Zhou said, frowning.

“Yes, I’ll arrange it,” the shopkeeper said.

The shopkeeper sent servants to ask those who came but left.

“Young ladies, wait. Weren’t you here for the signing? Why leave so soon?” a servant asked.

One woman replied, “Nonsense. We went to Wei Lan’s because she’s good-looking and gentle. Five taels there was worth it. Look at these guys. Any worth seeing? They even brought two old men. I’m not joining, and I won’t read Zhang Xiu or Li Fenghuan’s books anymore.”

“Me neither,” her friend echoed.

Young girls expected their favorite authors to be young, dashing talents. Seeing Liu Wenyuan’s plain look and Zhang Xiu and Li Fenghuan as old men shattered their dreams.

The servant asked others, getting similar answers, and reported back.

“Young Master, Shopkeeper, I found out,” the servant said hurriedly.

“What?” Chen Zhou pointed at him, urging him to speak.

The servant caught his breath and said, “The girls complained Zhang Xiu and Li Fenghuan are too ugly. They found Liu Wenyuan average, not worth five taels. They said, they said…”

“Come on, what else?” the shopkeeper urged anxiously.

“They said spending five taels on Wei Lan was worth it because she’s good-looking and gentle,” the servant said, then fell silent.

Chen Zhou’s forehead veins bulged with anger, but for dignity’s sake, he restrained himself. “Wei Lan, you useless pretty face, just wait!”