Chapter Nine: Passions Unleashed After Wine

"Xiao Yong, isn't this too cruel of you? No, I have to call someone to rescue them!"

Beside the treacherous man stood a woman, none other than Xiao Fei's third concubine, Li Qingfang.

Earlier that day, Li Qingfang had suffered humiliation at Xiao Fei's hands and harbored a burning desire for revenge. She sought out Xiao Yong, the mastermind who had always plotted against Xiao Fei and Liu Susu. This time, Xiao Yong seized the opportunity, determined to eradicate both Xiao Fei and Liu Susu in one fell swoop.

Yet this was not the outcome Li Qingfang had intended. Greedy and cunning as she was, she could not stomach murder and arson.

"What are you doing? Stop right there!" Xiao Yong shouted angrily. "Don't you hate Xiao Fei just as much? Why are you softening now?"

"Hate is hate, but he is still your uncle's last bloodline. We can't just wipe them out," Li Qingfang said, stepping forward again.

"Fool! Someone, restrain her!" Xiao Yong ordered the servants behind him.

A few attendants quickly pulled Li Qingfang back to their master.

"Li Qingfang, let me tell you—if you ruin my plans today, I'll sell you to a brothel!" Xiao Yong threatened fiercely, his eyes cold and murderous. Even Li Qingfang had never seen him so ruthless, and a chill crept into her heart. She regretted ever conspiring with such a venomous man.

Sitting in his wheelchair, Xiao Yong gripped the armrests tightly, imagining them to be his uncle Xiao Anguo—how he longed to crush them out of revenge for his broken leg.

"But it’s two lives..." Li Qingfang began, but was silenced by a hard slap.

"Say another word and you'll die!" Xiao Yong snarled. "Let’s go!"

"Yes, young master!"

The servants wheeled Xiao Yong away from the scene, dragging Li Qingfang with them.

Meanwhile, Xiao Fei was trapped inside an inferno. He quickly grabbed a quilt, poured the water from a bowl over it, wrapped it around himself, and charged through the flames. But the house, built of straw, blazed fiercely.

"Master, don’t be reckless! You’ll lose your life," Xiao Ling warned.

"I don’t care. I have to save my sister-in-law," Xiao Fei declared resolutely.

"Master, cover yourself with the wet blanket and use your Thunder Wings to fly out. It might be your only chance," Xiao Ling urged.

Heeding her advice, Xiao Fei acted swiftly. His speed saved him from the flames.

As he flew out, the straw house collapsed behind him, sending flames soaring skyward.

He barely had time to process what happened, rushing headlong into the room where his sister-in-law lay.

"Sister-in-law! Where are you?" he shouted, spotting a woman on the floor near the door. He rushed over, gathered her in his arms. "Hold on, sister-in-law..."

"Save... Uncle..." Liu Susu murmured weakly before losing consciousness.

The next moment, Xiao Fei soared upward, holding Liu Susu tightly. Looking down, he saw both straw houses, kitchen, and outhouse engulfed in flames. The first home he'd found in this world was destroyed, along with the precious memories he shared with Liu Susu. Now, her fate was uncertain.

"Whoever did this, I swear I’ll avenge this blood debt!" Xiao Fei vowed fiercely.

He didn’t know where he was flying, or how far. Above, the sky was scattered with stars; below, the endless darkness of night. Suddenly, Xiao Fei felt utterly lost.

The world is vast, but is there a place for me, Xiao Fei?

He had never endured anything like this. The suffering he faced today outweighed all the hardship of his previous life, far more than anything a much-maligned child of the 1980s could bear, physically or mentally.

He had every reason to collapse—but now more than ever, there was none. For he carried a new, weighty responsibility: to save his sister-in-law Liu Susu, a woman who had shown him boundless kindness and loyalty. Such a woman must not die.

With that resolve, Xiao Fei sped downward, Liu Susu in his arms. Thankfully, below was an open plain, and from the sound, a river flowed nearby.

He laid Liu Susu gently on the ground, placing a hand at her nose. She was still breathing—he sighed in relief.

He hurriedly checked her heartbeat, discovering that her clothes were scant. Yet, women of the old times were conservative, far more clothed than modern women who preferred to sleep naked. She wore knee-length shorts and a close-fitting undergarment—ancient women’s chest wraps of broad cloth, which, when lifted, revealed the most coveted mysteries of the female form.

Xiao Fei swallowed involuntarily.

What am I thinking? He quickly shook his head, placing his hand gently between Liu Susu’s breasts, swallowing again as he felt her heartbeat. Only then did his worry ease.

Yet his hand lingered, sliding slightly to the side, as if guided by some unseen force.

Such impressive size, such remarkable softness...

Heavens, in the modern world, Liu Susu would surely be eligible for the title of "China’s Breast Goddess."

Just then, Liu Susu moaned softly, startling Xiao Fei into pulling his hand away.

"Uncle... run... fire..."

Even in the haze between life and death, her thoughts were only of Xiao Fei. He was moved, cursing his own beastly behavior.

"Master, don’t worry. Liu Susu is simply exhausted and frightened. She hasn’t eaten or drunk for two days, spending all her energy buying you medicine," Ling’er said.

"Sister-in-law, I can never repay your kindness," Xiao Fei said tenderly.

"Master, you have earned 200 energy points for saving her. You can now upgrade your Thunder Wings," Xiao Ling continued.

"No, I don’t care about that. I only want to save my sister-in-law!" Xiao Fei insisted, realizing his selfishness before. He had to save her. "Ling’er, help me exchange for some food."

"Ah, master, you’re so moving! Very well. With 200 points, you can exchange for five roast ducks, five pounds of steamed buns, one pound of fine Daughter Red wine, and ten taels of silver notes," Xiao Ling replied.

"Alright, let me find a safe place first, then I'll make the exchange."

He picked up Liu Susu again. Her nearly bare body pressed against his skin, sending a shiver through him. With each step, her chest gently swayed.

Soon, Xiao Fei reached a nearby cave—hidden, elegant, with a stream behind, perfect for shelter.

He quickly gathered wild grass, laying it as bedding, and gently placed Liu Susu atop.

"Ling’er, redeem now!"

Instantly, five fragrant roast ducks, five pounds of steaming buns, a bottle of aromatic Daughter Red, and a ten-tael silver note wrapped in paper appeared before him.

Xiao Fei’s mouth watered uncontrollably.

Amazing—who would have thought, amid the starvation of the Republic era, there’d be roast duck to eat!

Such delicacies must go to his sister-in-law first. He tried to wake Liu Susu, but she would not rouse.

"Cold... I’m cold..." she murmured, drifting in and out of consciousness—her body too frail.

Cold? What to do?

At the mention of cold, Xiao Fei felt himself shivering. At this time of year, the temperature dropped sharply at dawn and dusk. The cave let cold wind sweep through, and Liu Susu’s thin clothing made it impossible not to freeze.

"Ah! There’s wine here! Ancient people warmed themselves with wine; isn’t that how they do it on TV?" Xiao Fei slapped his forehead, opened the bottle, and sniffed the fragrant wine.

Though not a drunkard in the modern world, Xiao Fei could handle a couple of shots.

He gulped several mouthfuls, feeling heat spread through his body.

Drinking wine—indeed, it warms you.

But what about his sister-in-law? Was he supposed to feed her mouth to mouth?

Of course! That’s how it’s always done on TV!

He took another big swig, gently pried open Liu Susu’s lips, bent down, and transferred the warm Daughter Red to her mouth.

Heavens—is this her first kiss with me?

The moment Xiao Fei’s warm lips touched her cold red ones, an indescribable sensation swept through him, from head to toe, then pooled in the most masculine, hidden part of his body.

It was exquisite, intoxicating—a feeling he’d felt only once before, in his first kiss with his girlfriend Lin Siyu, and again when he’d forcibly kissed his instructor, Ouyang Feifei.

When passion flows, everything follows. After several mouth-to-mouth exchanges, Xiao Fei and Lin Siyu had gone on to experience the greatest joys between man and woman.

Heavens, by this logic, might he and Liu Susu someday...

As Xiao Fei’s thoughts wandered, he heard a few dry coughs.

"Cough... cough... ah..."

Liu Susu coughed and swallowed.

"It worked! Let's do it again!"

When it came to mouth-to-mouth feeding, Xiao Fei claimed first place—no one could dispute it.

Next, he chewed the roast duck, feeding it to Liu Susu.

A sip of wine, a bite of meat... over and over...

In no time, both were full—and decidedly drunk.

Liu Susu opened her eyes, dazed and confused. "Where... am I... who... are you..."

"Heh... how would I know... here, drink..." Xiao Fei was tipsy as well—he had never drunk more than a few shots before, but now he had nearly half a bottle.

Liu Susu shook her head, took the bottle, drank deeply, and handed it back. Xiao Fei drank again.

Thus, the two became thoroughly intoxicated.

They say drunkenness loosens the tongue, and Liu Susu, her heart always locked away, poured it out.

"Haha, do you think I... Liu Susu... since marrying into the Xiao family... have I ever had a good day... my husband... died before we met... bullied by my own family... persecuted by my in-laws... my fate is truly bitter..."

"Yes... my fate... is no better... beaten by my girlfriend... inexplicably transmigrated... if only the conditions were better... but now... father dead... brother lost... family estate stolen... house burned... my life... is so bitter..." Xiao Fei muttered drunkenly, collapsing to the ground. "I'm so hot..." He fumbled at his clothes, pulling off his trousers.

"I'm hot too..." Liu Susu loosened her chest wrap—just a tug and it would fall away. "Hey... what’s wrong with you... let’s compare... who’s suffered more..." She toppled over, landing atop Xiao Fei.

In his stupor, Xiao Fei rolled over, pinning Liu Susu beneath him. One large hand landed squarely on her breast.

"Ha... was too busy... eating roast duck... haven’t tasted the steamed buns yet..."

With that, Xiao Fei bit down...

So soft—that was the only sensation Xiao Fei felt in his drunken haze...