Everyday Romance After Becoming a Billionaire

Su Ran figured Shan Weizi was the pampered young lady type, but he had no intention of being some heartless scoundrel. Since she had willingly given herself to him, he had to take full responsibility.

"Aren’t you getting in?"

A moment later, Shan Weizi’s voice came from behind the screen.

"I am."

Su Ran answered at once, walking behind the screen in a couple of strides.

A large wooden tub filled with steaming, petal-strewn water sat before him. Directly ahead, with her back to Su Ran, was Shan Weizi. Her long hair was already unbound, and she was in the process of removing her hair ornaments, placing them on the dressing table.

Su Ran walked up behind her. "Let me help." She nodded, watching in the mirror as he began to remove the hairpins from her hair. He was clumsy, not knowing his own strength, and tugged her hair several times, making Shan Weizi hiss in pain. But she didn’t ask him to stop; she liked having him do this for her.

With the last hairpin removed, he let go, and her jet-black hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall.

She turned her head and said playfully, "My hair now reaches my waist. Young master, won’t you take me as your bride?"

Su Ran replied, "Of course. And I’ll make you my bride every night."

Shan Weizi stuck out her tongue. "So shameless." Then she wrapped her arms around Su Ran’s neck. "Su Ran, have you missed me lately?"

"Of course I have. Every time I close my eyes, I see you chasing me with a sword on Spirit Sword Mountain, trying to chop me up."

"Pfft..." Shan Weizi gave Su Ran a light smack. "I wasn’t *really* going to cut you. I was just teasing. From now on, I won’t chase you with a sword."

"I’ll hold you to that. If you ever chase me with that sword again, don’t blame me for giving you a poke with my Golden Cudgel."

"You..."

She bit her lip, her gentle, beautiful eyes filled with an unspoken devotion.

"Will you... carry me into the tub?"

Su Ran glanced at the large tub. "Looks new?" With that, he slid one arm under her knees and the other around her slender waist, lifting her into a princess carry. "You’ve put on some weight."

"I haven’t been exercising much recently."

"In that case, I’ll lead you in a workout later!"

"...Oh." Shan Weizi blushed, understanding exactly what he meant. ’Girls are supposed to be shy, after all. But she didn’t mind, not really. Of course, she would only be this willing for the man she loved.’

He walked to the edge of the tub, stepped in, and settled down inside with her. The hot water instantly soaked Shan Weizi’s white nightgown, rendering it translucent and hinting at the rosy skin beneath...

Although Shan Weizi’s martial prowess was off the charts, ever since that one night, she could no longer ’win’ against Su Ran. In his presence, she became a woman who needed protecting, the kind of delicate woman who couldn’t even twist open a bottle cap on her own.

After they’d splashed around in the water for a while, Su Ran finished his bath first and stepped out from behind the screen. He wandered about the room while waiting for Shan Weizi. Gazing out the small window at the garden’s night view, he could see Leifeng Pagoda in the distance. ’Making love in a place like this... It would definitely feel like Xu Xian conquering Lady Bai.’

A cool evening breeze blew in through the small window, so he closed it. Looking down, he saw Shan Weizi’s paintings on the table. Su Ran truly admired the talented woman. System-aided abilities aside, both he and Shan Weizi were academic geniuses in their own right. However, there are two kinds of geniuses: the naturally gifted and the hardworking.

Shan Weizi was the naturally gifted type; she could pick up anything quickly, master it, and become one of the best.

Su Ran was the hardworking type. His innate talent wasn’t the greatest, but that didn’t matter—through sheer effort, one could still achieve godhood.

Looking at the paintings, Su Ran felt a deep sense of joy. ’For a woman like Weizi, a truly perfect example of classic beauty, to fall for him... it really is an honor. Of course,’ he thought, ’having my way with a woman of such classic style also brings its own sense of triumph.’

As he was lost in these stray thoughts, a soft voice called from behind him, "Su Ran~"

Su Ran turned, and a smile graced his lips.

Behind the screen, fresh from her bath, stood Shan Weizi. She was draped in an unfinished, bright red wedding robe. Her long, black hair cascaded over the gold-embroidered phoenix on her back. Her pale, bare feet padded across the wooden floor as she emerged from behind the screen. She looked up at Su Ran, raised her arms to the side, and a blissful smile spread across her face. "Is it beautiful, Husband~?"

Her voice was incredibly gentle, an intoxicating sound that could melt the steel from a man’s bones.

She gave a little twirl, the phoenix seeming to spread its wings. The effect was majestic and noble, yet undeniably sensual.

"Absolutely stunning," Su Ran said, giving her a thumbs-up. "That phoenix robe makes you look just like an Empress!"

Su Ran had hit the nail on the head. Shan Weizi had, in fact, researched historical records to model the robe after the wedding attire of a Tang Dynasty Empress. Not just anyone could pull off such a crimson phoenix robe; only a woman with Shan Weizi’s presence could truly command it.

"Hehe~" Shan Weizi chuckled. With a slight shrug, the unfinished phoenix robe—which was merely draped around her—slipped down a little. Her bare shoulders were already exposed, but as she laughed, the movement revealed the red strings of a bodice tied around her neck.

Clutching the collar of the phoenix robe to keep it up, she walked slowly toward Su Ran and whispered, "In that case, how about I embroider a Dragon Robe for you, too?"

"Deal," he said, placing his hand over hers where she clutched the robe. "But first, can I see what style of bodice you’re wearing today?"

"Mmm~" She nodded shyly. "If Husband wants to see, then I will show Husband."

’Her repeated cries of "Husband" made his bones feel weak. ’Shan Weizi is really something else,’ he thought. ’I’m really starting to love this classical style of hers.’

Gently, Su Ran pried her fingers open, one by one.

The phoenix robe slipped from her shoulders and pooled on the floor. Then, the red strings at her neck came undone...

Feeling a slight chill, she asked shyly, "Husband... do you like me?"

"Very much. It brings a line of poetry to mind."

"What poem?"

"A spring night is all too short, and the sun rises high; From this day on, the sovereign holds no morning court!"