After My Faked Death Failed, My Ex-Wife Came Chasing After Me - Chapter 15

Lu Ting’an was caught off guard, her entire body crashing straight into a patch of softness.

Stunned by this sudden turn of events, Lu Ting’an stood frozen like a wooden chicken.

After a long while, she finally regained her senses. She looked down at the little fox in her arms—eyes tightly shut, trembling slightly—and her lips twitched.

“What on earth is going on?!”

The little fox seemed startled by her loud exclamation. It let out two aggrieved “ying-ying” cries and pawed at her uncomfortably. Its soft, fuzzy head arched into her embrace time and again, as if seeking consolation.

“Alright, alright, it’s my fault, it’s my fault,” Lu Ting’an apologized profusely, pulling the little fox into her arms. Those nine fluffy tails brushed lightly against the back of her hand, making her shiver from the itch. She couldn’t help but give them a few vigorous strokes, thinking secretly to herself: Wow, regardless of the situation, this texture is just too good.

But what was she supposed to do now that Lin Zheng had turned into this? She wouldn’t be like the characters in TV dramas, would she? Forced back into her original form and needing to cultivate for another few hundred years just to become human again? If so, how was the plot supposed to progress?

Deeply feeling that she had caused a massive disaster, Lu Ting’an hurriedly called out to the system in her mind: “Hey, come out! What exactly is going on here?”

The system replied heartlessly: 【Lin Zheng is a half-demon; the Ziyang Powder affects her even more severely. Currently, the medicinal properties have blocked her meridians, causing her to revert to her original form. Once the effects of the medicine dissipate, she will naturally change back.】

Hearing this definitive answer, Lu Ting’an let out a massive sigh of relief. The heart that had been hanging in suspense finally settled down. “That’s good, then. That’s good.”

However, despite saying this, Lu Ting’an was still in a bit of a dilemma. Chen Yunxiao and the others would be arriving at Fusheng Hall in a short while. If they saw Lin Zheng like this…

“No, no, no.” Lu Ting’an shook her head violently, not daring to imagine the consequences. Given Lin Zheng’s deathly obsession with “saving face,” if she ever found out that Lu Ting’an had drugged her and caused her to end up in this state, she would likely chop Lu Ting’an into several pieces on the spot. Her heart tightened; she had to find a way to fix this quickly.

Lu Ting’an touched the little fox’s head. The temperature her fingertips met was nearly scalding; clearly, she was suffering quite a bit from the Ziyang Powder. She hurriedly placed Lin Zheng gently back onto the bed and rose, intending to go downstairs to ask Jin Youdao for some cold water to help her cool down. However, just as her feet reached the doorway, she heard several familiar voices drifting in from outside—

“Second Senior Brother, are you sure Junior Sister and Lin Zheng are really staying here?”

“That Jin Youdao is a toad demon. Junior Sister won’t be in any danger, will she?”

“Probably not… Didn’t Master accept the Golden Hall Master’s ‘Invitation of the Immortals’?”

“Stop arguing. Where is the Hall Master of Fusheng Hall?”

“Here, here! This old man is here! You five immortals must also be from the White Cloud Deer Reflection Sect, yes? Immortal Lin and Immortal Lu are just upstairs. This old man will lead you up right away.”

Following those words, Lu Ting’an heard footsteps heading upstairs. Stricken with panic and in a moment of desperation, she could only wrap Lin Zheng in a quilt and stuff her inside the wardrobe.

Bang, bang, bang. A hurried knocking sounded at the door. Lu Ting’an took a deep breath, calmed her emotions, and forced a faint smile as she pushed the door open. “Senior Brothers, you’ve arrived.”

Ye Yunlan paused slightly. “Junior Sister? So you were here? There wasn’t a sound from the room just now; we thought…”

Chen Yunxiao gave him an unhappy glare, then turned toward Lu Tingan, his expression softening. “Junior Sister, as soon as we received Lin Zheng’s message, we rushed here without a moment’s pause. Seeing that you are mostly unharmed, this brother can finally rest easy.”

Guo Jingchen stepped forward quickly, grabbing her and looking her up and down with heartache. “Junior Sister, how did you get kidnapped by a Soul-Eating Ghost for no reason? That Lin Zheng is truly a piece of trash. As the eldest disciple of the White Cloud Deer Reflection Sect, she actually failed to protect you. Where is she? Tell her to get out here; I want to personally—”

“Hey, hey, Seventh Senior Brother!” Seeing him about to barge into the room, Lu Ting’an hurriedly reached out to stop him. But how could she block several senior brothers united in their indignation? They brushed past her into the room, scanning it from end to end, but they simply couldn’t find a trace of Lin Zheng.

“Where… where is she?” Zhang Yunming asked, his face dark.

Exhausted by these “toxic fans” of the little junior sister, Lu Ting’an was forced to lie. “Lin Zheng went out. She said we’re heading up Mount Hanqiao tomorrow and went to scout the situation first.”

“Heh, just excuses. I suspect she simply doesn’t dare to face us,” Zhao Jingyi sneered.

Lu Ting’an sighed helplessly. She bowed to them and said, “Senior Brothers, I was abducted by the Soul-Eating Ghost yesterday and was severely frightened. I truly have no energy left to settle scores with Lin Zheng. Why don’t we wait until we return to the sect to settle everything with her? For today, please just let me rest, alright?”

The senior brothers looked at each other. Seeing the dark circles under her eyes and her face full of fatigue, even though they had planned to use this as an excuse to make things difficult for Lin Zheng, they had no choice but to drop it. “Very well then, Junior Sister. We will be staying in the rooms to your left and right. If you feel unwell during the night, just call for us.”

Lu Ting’an obediently agreed. Having finally managed to usher these “great deities” out, she shut the door heavily and finally let out a long breath.

Thinking of Lin Zheng still in the wardrobe, Lu Ting’an didn’t dare delay for a second and hurried over to check on her.

“Lin Zheng, are you okay? That was really scar—”

Before she could finish, her entire body suddenly froze.

The Lin Zheng inside the wardrobe had, at some point, returned to her human form. Thinking about it, her cultivation was profound; that bit of Ziyang Powder couldn’t suppress her for long. Currently, Lin Zheng was leaning against the back of the wardrobe. Aside from a faint, lingering flush on her cheeks, the rise and fall of her chest was much steadier.

Except… when Lin Zheng had turned into a fox, her clothes had all fallen away. At the time, Lu Ting’an was only focused on hiding her; she had wrapped her in a quilt and stuffed her in the cupboard. Now that she was human again, the Lin Zheng in the wardrobe had hair like a silken waterfall and shoulders half-exposed. Her two long, fair legs were stacked haphazardly, and the thin quilt barely covered the critical areas. It was a scene of sheer, captivating beauty.

Lu Ting’an was so stimulated by this sight that she became flustered. She instantly covered her eyes and shouted, “Wait, wait, wait!”

But a second later, she realized something and felt strangely amused. She gave herself a light slap. “What are you shouting for? You’re both women. What does she have that you don’t?”

Even so, Lu Ting’an felt extremely guilty. She stared up at the ceiling, not daring to steal even a single glance at Lin Zheng. Trembling, she grabbed her and slowly dragged her out of the wardrobe. Her fingers accidentally brushed against Lin Zheng’s soft skin beneath the thin quilt—delicate and burning hot. It felt like a needle prick, and she jerked her hand away, her heart thumping like a drum.

“Mm.” Lin Zheng let out a low groan. Lu Ting’an hurriedly pulled the woman closer to her chest, letting Lin Zheng’s head lean against her shoulder. However, because Lu Ting’an was smaller in stature, Lin Zheng’s soft neck—carrying a hint of heat—unexpectedly brushed against her lips. The elegant fragrance of gardenias after a rain instantly flooded her nose, causing Lu Tingan’s breathing to hitch. Her footing became unstable, and she and Lin Zheng crashed heavily onto the bed together.

Caught off guard, Lu Ting’an crashed straight into a patch of softness. A warm breath brushed past the tip of her nose, and her vision went black for a moment. Once her sight cleared, she suddenly realized—

She was actually sprawled entirely atop Lin Zheng.

Lu Ting’an cursed her bad luck internally. Scrambling to prop herself up, she intended to crawl away quickly, but she suddenly noticed the person beneath her trembling slightly. Her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively looked up.

Her gaze crashed directly into Lin Zheng’s eyes—half-awake, blurry, yet cold.