CHAPTER 231: 231: JEALOUS JIANG NUO

"Yes, I’m still jealous, so what? It’s my honor to be jealous of my wife!" Jiang Nuo shamelessly defended himself, feeling quite pleased.

"He’s not just an all-purpose butler, he’s also my junior. What are you thinking about?"

"It’s a good thing you have the same last name; otherwise, I would’ve kicked him out long ago. How can I be at ease with such an outstanding person around my wife?"

"Well, when you’re shooting films, there are so many pretty girls, and I haven’t said anything."

"Oh, my dear wife, you’ve learned to strike back! Impressive, but also unfortunate!"

Mu Qiuniang rolled her eyes; was her reputation as the "Ghost Frightening Autumn Fairy" just a fluke?

She just used to be too lazy to argue with him.

"Wife, even when you roll your eyes, you look pretty. Hehe, want to do it again?"

Mu Qiuniang was speechless.

Jiang Nuo didn’t care; he seemed to love her endlessly, grabbing his wife’s small hand and kissing it: "If you don’t want to roll your eyes, then don’t. A kiss is just as good."

Mu Qiuniang quickly looked at the people around them. Although her courage had been somewhat built up by him, she couldn’t help but whisper, "People will see."

"Let them see. I’m kissing my own wife; what do I have to be afraid of?" Jiang Nuo was indifferent. He wished the whole world knew she was his most beloved wife.

Who would dare to compete with him then?

"I’m not as thick-skinned as you."

"Isn’t that just perfect? Wife with thin skin, husband with thick skin, a perfect match!"

"Is that what you call complementary?"

"Why not? Aren’t we well-matched? Look at us—who else is as happy as we are?"

Jiang Nuo played with her little hand, which was fair and tender, chubby with small dimples, extremely cute.

He deeply believed he must be a bit of a hand fetishist, otherwise, why would he find his wife’s little hands endlessly fascinating?

In this world, there’s no better pair of little hands!

He sneaked a glance around and discovered they had reached a quiet scenic spot with no one around.

He felt a surge of joy; this place was the perfect spot for a misdeed!

Mu Qiuniang seriously pondered for a moment, oblivious to someone looking at her with a fierce desire to stuff her whole little hand into his mouth to chew on, and nodded lightly, "Hmm, seems so."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt her hand pushed into a moist place, sticky.

"What are you doing?!" Mu Qiuniang was startled to see her little hand in someone’s mouth.

Jiang Nuo bit and licked it once, calmly taking it out and saying, "Your hand was a bit dirty, so I helped you clean it."

Mu Qiuniang’s eyes widened slightly: "..." Isn’t it supposed to be washed with water if it’s dirty?

"The saliva isn’t cleaned up yet!" Jiang Nuo calmly stretched out his tongue, intending to lick away the saliva he just made.

Mu Qiuniang was dumbfounded.

And in her daze, she watched as someone licked each finger one by one, gazing at her with an unspeakable look.

Mu Qiuniang’s face turned red in an instant, scared and trying to pull her hand back, but he held on too tight. Not only did she fail to pull her hand back, but she was pulled directly into his arms.

"Jiang..."

Just as Mu Qiuniang uttered a word, Jiang Nuo grabbed her and kissed her on the mouth.

The "Nuo" in their names disappeared between their lips and teeth.

Mu Qiuniang melted into his arms, soft and boneless, clutching his collar pitifully, her eyes filled with affection, as if a gentle breeze had stirred a pond of spring water, full of infinite spring beauty.

"Wife, you look so beautiful right now!" Jiang Nuo’s eyes were full of amazement.

"You..." You’re going too far!

The words were left unsaid, as her mouth was covered again. Mu Qiuniang’s eyes sparkled with a spring glow, and she was bullied thoroughly by someone.

Fortunately, he remembered they were outside, otherwise he might have done something on the spot.

"Jiang Nuo~" Finally, Mu Qiuniang covered her now red and swollen lips, angrily glaring at him, ignoring him for a long time.

Jiang Nuo grinned mischievously, following behind her all the way, but not appeasing her.

Mu Qiuniang was used to being coaxed by him and found herself getting angrier when he didn’t try to cheer her up as she walked ahead with big steps.

"Hehe!" Jiang Nuo chuckled directly out loud.

Mu Qiuniang, angered, turned around and shouted, "Jiang Nuo!"

"Yes, yes, I’m here, wife. What’s up?" Jiang Nuo beamed, grinning widely and joyously.

He knew it; she couldn’t hold it in, haha...

Mu Qiuniang looked at him with a look that said, "I’m still mad, why aren’t you comforting me?"

But Jiang Nuo pretended not to understand. Who could blame her? She had only one expression all day—no expression at all, which made understanding her intentions quite a task, right?

"Wife, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you saying anything?" Jiang Nuo wore an innocent face.

Mu Qiuniang wanted to bite him: "How can you be so bad?"

"Wife, how am I bad?"

"You just..." Mu Qiuniang was too shy to continue.

"What did I do? Your hand was dirty, and I helped you wipe it clean. What’s wrong with that?"

"Everything’s wrong! You didn’t wash with water; you used..."

Jiang Nuo interrupted her with a smile, "Saliva is water too. By using it, I can conserve water."

Speaking, he took Mu Qiuniang’s other small hand. "Wife, want to wash it again?"

Of course, Mu Qiuniang wouldn’t let him wash it again, quickly pulling her hand back: "In your dreams!"

Jiang Nuo looked at her little hand with regret: "A daydream is still a dream. It’s better than nothing."

Mu Qiuniang: "..."

She hid her small hand behind her back, refusing to give it to him again.

Jiang Nuo didn’t insist, only smiling at her, plotting something unknown.

"Wife, next time you make me jealous, I’ll punish you this way. How about that?"

"No way. You getting jealous wasn’t my doing."

"I know. But I’m upset; I can’t hit you, nor can I scold you. I can’t bear any other method, so I can only punish you this way."

"You can’t beat me." She ignored all other problems, only responding to this one.

"Wife, that’s why we’re perfectly complementary. You’re so strong; I just need to bask in your glory!"

Isn’t he just a kept man? Without his wife, he would’ve probably never known or set foot on the path of Cultivation in his lifetime.

His wife’s Cultivation skills are among the best in the Cultivation World. Whether in the Cultivation World or living among ordinary people, Mu Qiuniang’s sheer power emphasizes one thing—in absolute power, everything else is nonsense!