Chapter 182 Do You Really Plan to Go Back to Your Room and Sleep Alone?

Lin Wencheng suddenly became anxious and said quickly: "This is not necessary. You know that your father and I are old and my legs and feet are not good..."

"The most important thing is that your mother is used to a life of wealth. I'm afraid she won't be able to live a life of poverty."

Lin Fengmian rolled his eyes and said, "Don't you pretend to be literary?"

Lin Wencheng said angrily: "You brat, your father and I are not afraid that you will feel guilty, so I pretend to be like this on purpose."

Lin Fengmian naturally knew his father's temperament, so he took out more than a dozen boxes of gold and silver treasures, writing toys, calligraphy and paintings from the storage ring.

Lin Wencheng recognized at a glance that these were the Lin family's savings over the years, especially the calligraphy and painting books, which were his favorites.

He couldn't help but said in surprise: "This, I thought it was all lost."

"Sister Liu put it away for you and gave it to me when I left."

Lin Fengmian didn't expect Liu Mei to be so attentive, and couldn't help but look at her with admiration again.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Liu, for me. People should not be judged by their appearance."

Lin Wencheng beamed. With this, he no longer had to be Old Lin, he could be his old Lin.

After a while, the two sat down again. Lin Fengmian asked uneasily: "Dad, don't you blame me for making you and your mother leave home?"

Lin Wencheng took a sip of the coarse tea bought by Lin Fengmian, smacked his mouth and said, "My son turned the tide and saved a whole city. Why should I blame you?"

He lay on the bamboo chair and said leisurely: "Your mother and I are old and ordinary people. We can't help you much. We can only rely on you for the future."

Lin Fengmian hummed, nodded and said, "My parents have helped me a lot. You are not very old, so you can consider giving me a younger brother or sister."

He wasn't kidding. Lin Wencheng and Lin Wencheng got married early, and they were only in their early forties now, so having another child wouldn't be a problem.

Lin Wencheng almost spit out the tea in his mouth. He coughed for a long time and finally lost his breath and said, "You brat, do you want you to teach your father how to do things?"

Lin Fengmian laughed and said sincerely: "Dad, I'm not kidding. After I return to the sect, I don't know if I can come to see you more often."

"You should consider having another child and treat me as an unfilial son."

He wasn't joking, his future was uncertain, and he didn't know what would happen to him, so he seemed to be making arrangements for his funeral.

Lin Wencheng waved his hand and said, "Okay, stop meddling in my affairs. What are you going to do with Song Youwei?"

Lin Fengmian hesitated, and said with a mix of joy and sadness: "Dad, she said she is willing to wait for me, take care of you for me, and help me fulfill my filial piety."

Lin Wencheng frowned, and then said angrily: "Aren't you delaying this girl's family?"

"I don't want to either, but I don't want to see her marry anyone else. I will come back to see you more." Lin Fengmian said with a bitter smile.

"Okay, your mother and I are not worthy of your coming back more often?" Lin Wencheng said angrily.

"That's not what I meant." Lin Fengmian laughed dryly.

"Hey, you young people, you can make your own decisions." Lin Wencheng shook his head helplessly.

"Dad, if one day I don't come back anymore and she wants to leave, don't stop her," Lin Fengmian explained.

"Well, your dad is not the kind of old man who lives up to the past, so don't worry."

Lin Wencheng nodded, then frowned and said, "What's going on with your sect? Why are all the sects filled with women and their style still somewhat open?"

Lin Fengmian awkwardly talked about him, evading the important and choosing the light. He only said that people in the Taoism were different from the secular people.

In the evening, Lin Fengmian accompanied his parents and Song Youwei to have a sumptuous dinner.

After taking a bath, everyone sat in the courtyard chatting and enjoying the cool air, drinking tea and laughing, which was very pleasant.

It was rare for Lin Fengmian to feel that he and his father had something in common. The two chatted and laughed from time to time.

Li Zhuxuan and Song Youwei came up with watermelons that had been chilled in the well and ate them separately.

When the moon was in the sky, Li Zhuxuan pulled Lin Wencheng and said, "It's late, go back to sleep."

Lin Wencheng, who was chatting heavily, frowned and said: "It's only been a few days, let's talk again?"

Li Zhuxuan glared at him and said, "Let's talk about your status. Let's go!"

She glanced at Song Youwei, then pulled up the reluctant Lin Wencheng and left.

Lin Wencheng murmured in a low voice: "This son will leave tomorrow and you won't let me talk to him more?"

"Damn it, do you still want to have a grandson? Can you have some discernment?" Li Zhuxuan said angrily.

Lin Wencheng reacted immediately and laughed dryly: "My fault, my fault!"

Lin Fengmian and Song Youwei couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable listening to their conversation from a distance.

Lin Fengmian smiled awkwardly and said, "Don't listen to my mother's nonsense."

Song Youwei hummed, her face flushed, and she looked restless.

"Sister Youwei, it's getting late, shall we go back to the room to rest?" Lin Fengmian asked.

Even the roots of Song Youwei's ears turned red, and she snorted like a mosquito.

Lin Fengmian looked at Song Youwei, who was more delicate than a flower, couldn't help but swallowed, got up and walked to the room with her.

There was only a wall between the two rooms. Lin Fengmian smiled and said, "Sister Youwei, go to bed early."

He was about to go back to his room, but Song Youwei grabbed the corner of his clothes, gave him a charming look and said, "You really plan to go back to your room to sleep by yourself tonight!"

"Otherwise?" Lin Fengmian swallowed and asked.

"You don't want your tofu?" Song Youwei said with a sweet smile.

Lin Fengmian suddenly couldn't bear it. Which man could withstand such temptation?

He maintained his last sense and asked: "Sister Youwei, are you sure?"

Song Youwei hummed and said, "I've thought it through. I don't want to be a widow. I want to be a real woman. I want to be your woman."

Lin Fengmian's rationality completely disappeared. He pulled Song Youwei into his room, locked the door, and then kissed her.

Song Youwei also responded to him passionately. The two of them leaned towards the big bed while lingering, and their clothes fell on the road.

In the end, the two of them pressed on the big bed. Song Youwei was confused and fascinated by him. She whispered, "Fengmian, take me."

Lin Fengmian didn't care about more and planned to open up new territory in the unknown uninhabited area.

As Lin Fengmian expected, he heard Song Youwei's painful cry and felt an unparalleled obstacle.

"It hurts! Gently, gently!"

Song Youwei was in so much pain that tears came out. She subconsciously hit him and pushed him out.

His mission tonight was extremely difficult. Not only did he have to remove the membrane, but he also had to comfort him and open up new territory in the uninhabited area.

He kissed the tears from her eyes and said gently, "It will only take a moment, and it won't hurt after a while."

Song Youwei took a breath, rolled her eyes at him and said, "It hurts so much, I don't know how you can like it."

Lin Fengmian smiled and said, "Women are all like this, they are afraid at first, then they get used to it, and then they can't leave him."

"If it's like you said, then you have to come back to accompany me more often."

Song Youwei hugged him, closed her eyes, and said with a heroic look, "Let's die, come on!"