I'm Already the Richest Man, Why Did My System Just Arrive?

Chapter 354: Chapter 200: Wedding Night

Xie Luohe’s outrageous declaration seemed to be a Miracle Technique in itself, shocking the baffled Zheng Xiu so much he fell off his camel.

"Let’s go, Xiaomo! Xiaohe!"

Xie Luohe strutted proudly, grabbed Zheng Xiu—who was now half-buried in the sand—and tossed him onto the camel’s back. Laughing, she took the reins of the poor, neglected "Xiaohe" and headed for Richan Valley.

With her arrogant posture and impatient expression, to any outsider she looked exactly like a ruthless Village Chief abducting a maiden to be her mountain stronghold’s husband.

Thrown onto the bed by Xie Luohe, Zheng Xiu was still completely dazed.

"What in the world are you trying to do?"

Zheng Xiu asked, his eyes wide.

Xie Luohe said confidently, "You already promised me!"

She held up three fingers and wiggled them.

The meaning was clear: "three promises."

"What I mean is..." Zheng Xiu gave a wry smile. "Do we have to go this far? I can’t tell if you’re joking or being serious anymore."

Xie Luohe’s eyes narrowed as she giggled. "You can’t tell? That’s exactly how it should be."

"I was just trying to say..."

It had all happened so suddenly. Zheng Xiu wasn’t being coy; he just felt that something was wrong.

Xie Luohe’s face suddenly drew close to Zheng Xiu’s, until they were almost touching.

She smiled and challenged him, "Am I not beautiful?"

Zheng Xiu shook his head. "Not at all."

Xie Luohe suddenly took two steps back and spun around with her arms outstretched, her sleeves fluttering. She asked again, "Is Feng Bei’s body not alluring?"

This...

Zheng Xiu paused, stunned, then shook his head.

The smile on Xie Luohe’s face froze. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, a deep sorrow hidden in their depths. "Could it be... you’re unwilling?"

Zheng Xiu’s heart softened. He couldn’t bear it. "I’m willing..."

He gave in.

The moment Xie Luohe heard this, her expression changed in an instant. The tears vanished, and she laughed as if her cunning plan had succeeded. "Heh, all men are the same—saying one thing and meaning another!"

Zheng Xiu realized what had happened and grew angry. "You tricked me again!"

"So what if I tricked you? And so what if I didn’t? Here, two hundred years in the past, you are not you, and I am not I. The fake can’t become real. Since you believe everything is fake, then in my, Xie Luohe’s, final moments before I leave, why can’t you show a little kindness, humor me, and let me go happily?"

Xie Luohe’s words instantly extinguished the nameless rage that had just flared up in Zheng Xiu over being "defrauded."

This was Xie Luohe.

No matter how erratic and nonsensical she acted in front of Zheng Xiu, she always knew how to strike his weak spot, making it impossible for him to get truly angry, leaving him with no outlet for his frustration.

At the same time, this was the source of Zheng Xiu’s greatest internal conflict.

He constantly told himself that the World in the Painting was a fabrication, that he wasn’t Gongsun Mo, and that Feng Bei couldn’t possibly be Xie Luohe. But now, his genuine interactions with the woman named "Xie Luohe" made it hard for Zheng Xiu to believe that the beautiful lady before him was merely constructed from an illusory memory.

The moment Feng Bei returned, Xie Luohe would disappear. The more "real" Xie Luohe seemed, the more tormented Zheng Xiu became.

Allowing Feng Bei to return felt as though he, Zheng Xiu, would be personally "killing" a living, breathing "Xie Luohe."

Seeing Zheng Xiu fall silent...

Xie Luohe’s fair fingers lifted Zheng Xiu’s chin, their eyes meeting.

Xie Luohe smiled. "You may be her Good man Zheng, but you are also my little bookworm. What does a marriage for you, Gongsun Mo, have to do with Good man Zheng?"

Zheng Xiu was stunned once again.

’That logic seems... flawless.’

It made so much sense, he was momentarily speechless.

"Makes sense, doesn’t it?"

Seemingly hearing Zheng Xiu’s "thoughts," Xie Luohe pursed her lips into a smile. "Besides, I, Xie Luohe, am not just anyone. How could I truly give myself to you? Don’t be ridiculous. I just want to taste the joy of a wedding, hear the crowd’s laughter, wear a wedding dress, and leave with no regrets."

Hearing this, Zheng Xiu found it hard to be infected by the smile on Xie Luohe’s face. Instead, a faint sorrow welled up in his heart.

Seeing that she had convinced this stubborn mule, Xie Luohe nodded with a smile and walked toward the door. She then turned back to face Zheng Xiu, nervously wringing her hands behind her back. A gentle, bittersweet smile played on her lips. "Just this once, will you let me be willful? Please?"

Zheng Xiu was silent.

Xie Luohe puffed out her cheeks and forcefully held up a single index finger. "Just once."

Zheng Xiu nodded. "Alright."

"Yay!"

Xie Luohe cheered, then skipped and bounded into the courtyard, vanishing in a flash.

This time, Termagant Xie fled faster than a thief. Zheng Xiu sat on the edge of the bed, staring dumbfounded at the empty courtyard.

’With the way Termagant Xie acts,’ he thought, ’anyone who didn’t know better would think that he, Gongsun Mo, was the one being married off.’ A strange sense of grievance suddenly washed over Zheng Xiu, like a concubine being forcibly taken by a shameless master. It was weird.

The news that the "Gongsun couple" had truly become a "couple" spread through the small Richan Town in half a day.

When Zheng Xiu had straightened his clothes and was ready to go back to his stall and resume his role as "Boss Mo," he found his small Painted Boat already crowded with the men and women of the Sun Tribe.

"Congratulations!"

"What a joyous occasion!"

"So happy, so happy!"

"This is wonderful!"

"Boss Mo’s lady is finally the real boss’s lady!"

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The simple Great Desert Tribes offered the most straightforward congratulations.

There were no long, eloquent speeches, no flowery words. But when he saw the genuine, joyous smiles lighting up their weathered, sand-worn faces, Zheng Xiu couldn’t help but be swept up in the feeling, as if he really were the groom.

Smiling, Zheng Xiu clasped his hands and returned their greetings one by one.

Xie Luohe wasn’t on the Painted Boat. Instead, a group of bare-bottomed Tribe children were running wild inside.

Every child was one of Xie Luohe’s apprentices. They carried simple Curved Bows on their bare backs, with ropes tied around their waists for belts, into which were tucked Arrows with no arrowheads.

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