I'm Not Who You Think I Am

Shui Yibai rose on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on Fang Zheng's lips, then quickly ran out of the room with light steps.

Watching her petite figure leave, Fang Zheng smiled foolishly.

A princess is still a princess, daring in thoughts and words, truly brave.

While he was still in a daze, the wardrobe door was pushed open... Luo Ningxin walked out expressionlessly and stood beside Fang Zheng.

Only then did Fang Zheng realize that his kissing and caressing had been witnessed from start to finish!

Awkward!

Luo Ningxin looked at Fang Zheng with a hint of resentment.

She never expected him to be this kind of man, deceiving women everywhere, no different from the old customers the sisters at Hidden Fragrance Pavilion talked about.

It seemed she had been too naive and misplaced her true feelings!

But at this point... what could she do?

Fang Zheng, seeing her expression, immediately sensed trouble. He was being seen as a playboy!

Whether I marry one or two, it's still marriage! If I only marry one, wouldn't my transmigration be wasted?!

Steeling himself, Fang Zheng pulled Luo Ningxin over, laid her on the bed, and pressed his lips against hers.

After some time, all sixteen facial muscles and twenty-four nerves in their faces had been thoroughly exercised.

Luo Ningxin looked at Fang Zheng, breathless, her gaze both dreamy and tinged with sorrow.

She turned her head away and said with grievance. "I come from a brothel. Do you think I'm the kind of woman who's casual with men?"

"No, don't overthink it!"

"Then why are you taking off your clothes?"

"I'm hot!"

Halfway through undressing, Fang Zheng stopped.

Seeing Luo Ningxin on the verge of tears, he slumped down beside her.

"Ningxin, I swear to heaven, I absolutely do not see you as a casual woman."

Swearing to heaven... she had heard this from her sisters' mouths too.

Tears slid down from the corner of her eye...

Fang Zheng was getting desperate. What's happening? Can't console her?

Luo Ningxin wiped away her tears and propped up her upper body.

Somehow, when she was first sent to the Fang household, she had already prepared to give herself to him, and would have accepted anything he did.

But now that the moment had actually come, seeing how frivolous he was, she felt an inexplicable pain in her heart.

"Young Master, you wrote me letters before, and also said you would marry me. Was that sincere?"

Fang Zheng's lips moved a couple of times, his expression somewhat strained.

The girl was crying so much, if I lie now, wouldn't I really become a scoundrel who deceives women?

It wasn't sincere before, but it's sincere now! How to explain this?

I just wanted to read the letter and go to sleep, how has it developed into this! Damn, spare me!

Not wanting to lie, but not daring to tell the truth, Fang Zheng finally squeezed out some flowery words.

"Last night's stars... last night's wind and painted tower... west side of the osmanthus hall... east. Body... body without colorful phoenix double wings, heart with spiritual rhinoceros one point connected!"

After reciting the poem, Fang Zheng felt somewhat sad. This poem in his hazy memory seemed to be incomplete...

Luo Ningxin was stunned, never expecting Fang Zheng to compose a poem in such a short time.

Though he recited it haltingly, it was clearly a beautiful love poem.

Painted tower west side... double wings... hearts connected...

Perhaps back then at Hidden Fragrance Pavilion he truly...

Tears poured down her face. In a moment of emotion, Luo Ningxin threw herself at Fang Zheng.

Caught off guard, he was pushed down onto the bed, holding Luo Ningxin in momentary silence.

Why are the women around him so bold, so proactive?

But at least he had managed to get through this... he'd have to make it up to her slowly in the future. I, Fang Zheng, am a sinner!

Luo Ningxin whispered in his ear, her voice like both complaint and weeping. "Young Master, I'm not a jealous woman... a man having three wives and four concubines is perfectly normal. Someone as capable as you could take even more."

"But I come from a lowly background, and though everyone in the household treats me well, I fear you might belittle me, look down on me... now I know your heart, Ningxin only asks to be a concubine, serving Young Master for life would be enough to satisfy me."

What man could resist such a scene?

Fang Zheng gently stroked Luo Ningxin's back, his heart full of tender affection.

At the same time, his sense of guilt grew stronger... he could have properly taken three wives and four concubines.

Why did he feel so despicable?

It's all the fault of those bastards online who wrote those misleading guides!

"I won't let you be a concubine. Anyone who follows me, Fang Zheng, can only be a wife!" Fang Zheng suddenly became assertive, like a domineering CEO. "The Fang family doesn't have so many complicated rules. Everyone is treated equally!"

None of his brothers had suffered any grievances under him.

Women should suffer even less.

Hearing these words, Luo Ningxin was overjoyed. Perhaps because she was too happy, she began to sob lightly again, repeatedly agreeing. "Mmm! Mmm!"

At this moment, Fang Zheng was truly free of impure thoughts. He had never imagined holding a beautiful woman so pure-mindedly.

But that was indeed the case now. This whole situation was ultimately his fault for flirting thoughtlessly.

Women's hearts place extreme importance on faithfulness.

If you kiss and embrace someone, then talk about breaking up, you're truly not a decent person.

But Fang Zheng had never thought about this... being responsible had always been his greatest virtue.

Although Luo Ningxin was a brothel woman, Fang Zheng had never looked down on her for this.

In fact, he had never even cared about it.

"Will you take me with you this time..." Luo Ningxin, with faint happiness on her face, lay on Fang Zheng's chest drawing circles.

The sisters at Hidden Fragrance Pavilion had taught her this, saying men couldn't resist it.

"No!"

He had already agreed to take Shui Yibai. If he took two women on the road, what would that look like? A sightseeing tour?

"It's getting late. You should go back and rest. What I've told you today is a promise, without a single false word!"

Sweetness surged in her heart again. Luo Ningxin said softly. "That... that poem... I want to..."

"That poem was written only for you... in this world, only you and I know it!"

"Mmm!" Luo Ningxin's head lightly knocked against Fang Zheng's chest.

Then she slowly rose, removed her hairpin, and a mass of thick black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

Bending down again, she gently cupped Fang Zheng's face and gave him a fleeting kiss, light as a dragonfly skimming water.

Then she slowly began to undo her top buttons.

Fang Zheng watched in a daze. "Aren't you going back?"

Luo Ningxin didn't speak, just shook her head slightly. She rose, slipped off her embroidered shoes, and her dress silently slid to the ground.

Fang Zheng couldn't help but feel a surge of hidden currents within...

The night deepened, and suddenly the lamp in the room went out.

Outside, the wind began to rise, and soon raindrops fell, followed by a torrential downpour. Wild wind accompanied by thunder roared ceaselessly. The bell hanging at the corner of the eave swayed constantly in the wind and rain, and the tempest swept the rain clouds toward the distance.

The rain stopped, the wind ceased, and the bell fell silent.

The courtyard's water surface reflected the stars and bright moon. The smoke cleared from the vast sky, the moon illuminating thousands of miles, floating light gleaming like gold, still shadows sinking into the walls, fishermen's songs answering each other, what joy could surpass this...