Volume 1: This Heart of Mine Chapter 31 We All Love Washing Brushing

  Rong Chuli stood in the soft moonlight, his facial expression unclear. Tai Shi Lan vaguely felt that he seemed to be taken aback, to the point where his usual ambiguous smile was frozen on his lips, like a fox that had suddenly gone silly.

  In a flash, he smiled and stretched out his hand to take the blue glaze, "Oh? So soon born? Let me see who it looks like."

  Tai Shi Lan Yun stepped aside, and Rong Chu took advantage of her concession, slipping into the room like a fish, smiling at her.

  Tai Shi Lan coldly looked at this man who was talking to himself - Look at your tone, if others heard it, they would think you were born from me.

  Intentional?

  It wasn't long before Tai Shi Lan realized that he was indeed doing it on purpose, as the servant quickly flashed out and, with a smile, said: "Madam, I've brought your husband back for you." As he stepped forward, he whispered in her ear, "Madam, it's not easy being a woman outside, take my advice, don't quarrel with men again..."

  So you thought she was a runaway wife?

  Tai Shi Lan looked at the accountant with a pleased expression, as if waiting for a reward, and nodded.

  The fellow is overjoyed.

  "Bang." The door slammed shut on his face, flattening his nose.

  ……

  The contents of the house are elegant and refined, with a relaxed and natural atmosphere, as if this were really Old Master Rong's private quarters. Upon hearing that loud noise, he smiled calmly and said, "Milady, please calm down."

  A loud noise woke up Jing Tai Lan, he rubbed his sleepy eyes and lifted his head.

  The slender and elegant figure suddenly stiffened.

  A figure flashed outside the door, and Zhao Thirteen, the leader of Rong Chu's guards, also rushed over. He stood outside the door, unintentionally saw Jing Tai Lan, and suddenly his body swayed, almost colliding with the door frame.

  Tai Shi Lan didn't notice their weirdness, hugging the Jing Tai blue to test the water temperature. The Jing Tai blue stared at Rong Chu, and a strange expression also appeared on his small face. He immediately shook his head, with an "I don't know you" expression.

  Rong Chu gazed at Jing Tai Lan, a hint of surprise flashing across her eyes.

  Dai Taishi turned his head back, and two men, one big and one small, had already finished their eye-gouging lawsuit, everything was as usual.

  "What are you going to do?" Rong Chu looked at the bathtub that seemed clean but very old, his eyes as if searching for something. "Give him a bath? Where's the soap? Shampoo? Moisturizer? And why is there only one towel..."

  Tai Shi Lan's response was to loosen his hand and throw the blue glazed porcelain into the water, "splash."

  The splashing water almost splashed onto Rong Chu's face.

  Rong Chu's face looks pretty good...

  The guard Zhao Thirteen standing outside the door had his mouth wide open and was speechless...

  Jing Tai blue but laughed, seemingly finding it very interesting, but also unknowingly holding onto the edge of the bathtub, swaying her body to one side, and had already gulped down a few mouthfuls of water.

  Rong Chu immediately took a step forward to pull him, Zhao Thirteen even more lost his shape and stretched out his hand. Tai Shi Lan glanced at Zhao Thirteen, feeling that the big man at the door was very annoying. With a bang, he slammed the door shut again, while also blocking Rong Chu's hand.

  "What do you want to do?" they chimed in unison.

  "Let him take a bath." Again in unison.

  Silence, cold-faced confrontation.

  After a while, Rong Chu took a deep breath and said, "This child is only two years old, do you want him to wash himself? What if he drowns?"

  "You're asking for it." Tai Shi Lan's response almost choked Rong Chu, "A two-year-old man, can't even take a bath? Can't or not, you have to!" She pointed at Jing Tai Lan, "Hold onto the edge of the tub!"

  Jingtai Lan drank a few mouthfuls of water, coughing and clinging to the edge of the bathtub. His small face was wet and bewildered. Tai Shilan asked him, "Do you know how to take a bath?"

  Jing Tai Lan hesitated for a moment, seemingly wondering if he would be able to - or even willing to - give his sisters a bath.

  "All men should know how to wash themselves." Tai Shi Lan glanced at Rong Chu, "Of course, some people who were born with a golden spoon may not even know how to wash themselves at the age of twenty. Don't learn from him."

  Jingtai Lan nodded frequently.

  The person who was attacked smiled wryly with a toothache, "A two-year-old... man?"

  "Jing Tai blue." Ta Shi Lan said, "Let's take a look at you, are you a man or not!"

  Jingtai Lan giggled and leaned against the edge of the basin, awkwardly sticking out her small belly.

  Chu: "......"

  Zhao Thirteen, who was peeking through the window from outside, bumped his head on the window...

  Chu, who was being personally attacked, took a while to react to Tai Lang's title, and his eyes also started to turn blue - Jing Tai Blue? Hmm?

  Jingtai Blue splashed around in the water, drank a few mouthfuls of water, and gradually got used to it. He happily played with the water, but he couldn't be said to have taken a bath. Ta Shi Lan didn't care about him either. When the water had cooled down a bit, she scooped up Jingtai Blue in one motion, wrapped him in a large towel from head to toe and gave him a good rub - done.

  Actions swift, craftsmanship rough, Chu Yan looked at him with her chin up, her eyes becoming more and more interesting. Zhao Thirteen peeked through the window gap, his expression becoming more and more indignant.

  Jingtai Lan was scratched all over, making her whole body itch. Gege burst out laughing and pounced on Taishi's shoulder, nibbling on her neck. Taishi pushed him away, "Stand up straight!"

  He glanced at her neck, which was already slightly red.

  Huh? Sensitive spot?

  After washing, Jing Tai Lan was soft and fluffy, looking more like a cute cat that had just left its nest. His long eyelashes drooped down, apparently sleepy. Ta Shi Lan carried him to the bedside, without turning his head, instructing Rong Chu, "Pour water."

  There was no sound behind her, Tai Shi Lan turned around, Rong Chu was still smiling and looking at her neck, saying "I wonder what it would look like if this blush moved to your face?"

  "It would look better on your face." Tai Shi Lan stuffed the blue brick into the quilt, "One punch is enough."

  "I really don't know when you'll become softer. Or..." Rong Chu seemed to be muttering to himself, then he ordered, "Thirteen, pour water."

  Zhao Thirteen came in to pour water and couldn't help but sneak glances at the blue bedspread.

  Jing Tai wrapped himself in a quilt and approached Ta Shi Lan, pitifully rubbing against her, "Sleep with me... sleep with me..." He was disdainfully pushed away by Ta Shi Lan with a slap.

  Zhao Thirteen's face fell again... He stormed out, carrying a full tub of water, and Rong Chu called after him, "Bring another tub of water, and don't forget the bath salts and soap!"

  Zhao Thirteen led the way out, and Tai Shi Lan thought to herself that what was the use of his diligence? She had no intention of using his things to take a bath.

  In just a moment, Jing Tai Lan had fallen asleep. His sleeping posture was extremely poor. At first, he was lying properly, but gradually he began to kick off the covers and sprawl out, sleeping with his limbs splayed in all directions, the quilt having slid all the way to the corner of the wall.

  Rong Chu stretched out his hand to pull the quilt, and was blocked by Tai Shi Lan again.

  "What's going on?" they chimed in unison once again.

  Rong Chu took another breath and said, "You won't think that covering with a quilt is also manly, right?"

  "It has nothing to do with men, everyone is responsible for their own affairs." Ta Shi Lan said calmly.

  "What does he have to do with it? He's only two years old, and if he doesn't cover himself with a quilt, he'll get sick."

  "He got sick once and then he knew that he couldn't kick off the covers when sleeping." Tai Shi Lan didn't even glance at him, "My hands weren't born to cover him with a quilt."

  "What's your hand for then?" Rong Chu's tone was very calm, seemingly with a hint of anger.

  "Born to pass on skills. Teach him how to do it, not do it for him." Tai Shi Lan closed his eyes, "The flavor of human life, one can only know by tasting it himself."

  She stopped talking and felt that discussing educational concepts with an ancient person was a waste of time. The fundamental differences in understanding caused by different cultural concepts couldn't be reconciled with just a few words.

  As a person of great wealth and high status, he has been served by thousands since childhood, and the concept of hierarchy and enjoyment has long been deeply ingrained in his bones. In his eyes, she is naturally "bullying" Jing Tai Lan.

  What's it to you? The son is hers anyway.

  The people around her had already stopped talking, and she was wondering if he was angry or had gone for a walk. Suddenly, she heard him say softly and faintly, as if in a dream: "So, how many human flavors have you tasted?"

  His fingers fell on her elbow, which was still not fully healed, and brushed past it like a gentle breeze - whether intentionally or unintentionally.

  Tai Shi's heart skipped a beat, and Rong Chu also fell silent. After a moment, the sound of water splashing on the ground was heard, followed by a wave of hot air rushing towards them. Zhao Thirteen reported: "Master, everything is ready."

  "Alright, go out."

  Tai Shi Lan stood still, determined to reject his advances, but didn't expect that Chu Cong didn't even speak to her. It seemed like he walked a few steps away, then she heard the sound of water splashing, as if testing the temperature. After a while, there was a soft rustling sound, like clothes falling to the ground.

  Tai Shi Lan finally couldn't bear it and opened his eyes.

  As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw... a naked man.

  The back of a naked man.

  Rong Chu was already in the bathtub, leisurely bathing, her long black hair wet and draped down her back, revealing a delicate shoulder line, a tightly bound waistline, and smooth, luminous skin. The soft yellow light shone on her like glaze on fine porcelain, or a bright pearl under moonlight, filling the entire space with radiance.

  This skin is so good it's stunning, and then I'm crazily jealous.

  A small pavilion window, a green silk gauze, the bright candle shines deeply, the stringed moon and gentle breeze, the beautiful woman is just out of her bath, a shallow mist stains the curtain.

  A scene as beautiful as a poem and painting was ruined by Tai Shi's cold drink that destroyed the scenery.

  "What are you doing?" Tonight's third interrogation.

  "As you can see," the beauty turned around, with infinite charm, "bathing."

  "Get out."

  Rong Mou is twenty-two years old and knows how to take a bath.

  Tai Shi was stunned for a moment, before realizing that this sentence was in response to her previous one "Some people who were born with a golden spoon may not even know how to wash themselves at the age of 20".

  This shameless face-washing, just to prove this?

  "I'm still a man," Yung Cho gave her a gentle smile like a flower in the rain, "Do you want me to prove it?"

  Digression

  I recommend my friend Jing Hai's new work "The Most Toxic Beauty", which is currently strongly recommended on the homepage. In recent years, I rarely promote books because I don't want to casually squander readers' trust and enthusiasm. But Jing Hai hasn't written a book in a year, and her popularity has been affected. This is her most important first push, and the effect of this first push will determine the fate of this book. I think that if I can help, I'll lend a hand. It's not easy for authors to write books, and I deeply empathize with the anxiety and tension of starting a new book. I myself have been on hiatus for half a year, and every time I start writing again, I'm inevitably nervous. Fortunately, all of you have been waiting for me. So, if you're interested and willing to support and encourage an author who's making a comeback, please help collect her new book. Thank you.