The Predecessor Is All Over The Martial Arts World Chapter 11

Wuming didn’t receive a response from Hou Danxue for a long time, and couldn’t help but look down in confusion.

Was that answer also unacceptable?

Would she make Hou Danxue angry by saying she was bad? Surely not? Hou Danxue was openly and clearly bad; would she mind Wuming pointing it out?

“Very good.”

Hou Danxue concealed the calculation in her eyes and looked up, smiling sweetly at Wuming.

“So you knew from the start that I wasn’t as pure and weak as I looked.”

Actually, she had been fooled by her appearance at first, thinking she was just a spoiled young miss. Who knew she was a master poisoner behind the scenes?

“Patriarch, can you let go now?”

“No. Lie down.”

She was fighting with Wuming again over the dominant position.

Wuming looked at Hou Danxue’s arrogant expression and decided not to indulge her anymore.

If this continued, she would be spoiled. Wuming would have to endure her bad temper, her immature techniques, and her occasional wicked tastes.

The mere thought of such a life filled Wuming with dread. She absolutely refused to live such a miserable existence!

Wuming chose not to obey Hou Danxue and lie down. Instead, using her physical advantage, she pressed Hou Danxue beneath her.

“You! How dare you disobey me!”

“Must I obey the Patriarch in everything?”

“Of course! The Patriarch’s wife must listen to the Patriarch!”

Wuming sneered, leaning close to Hou Danxue’s ear and repeating, “Wife, wife, wife—”

Hou Danxue struggled in the confined space to pull out a hand and cover Wuming’s mouth.

“Shut up! Call me Patriarch!”

“Patriarch, huh? Am I your subordinate? Your subordinates call you that. I want to call you, Wife~”

“No! If you keep this up, I… I won’t look for treasures for you anymore!”

Hou Danxue’s threat seemed powerless, and Wuming didn’t care at all. However, the redness in her eyes showed that Wuming was bullying her to the point of tears.

Wuming had a premonition that if Hou Danxue really cried, she would be very difficult to appease. Wuming might not be able to sleep with her dear wife anymore.

“How about a different title? We are married; I just don’t want to be so distant with you.”

Wuming wanted to fight for the title “Wife.”

Calling Hou Danxue “Wife” felt so satisfying. Hou Danxue called her that, and she wanted to call Hou Danxue that too.

Hou Danxue’s thoughts stalled. She couldn’t think of what she should have Wuming call her.

But it absolutely could not be “Wife.” She was already at a disadvantage physically; she had to win back the advantage in terms of presence.

If Wuming also called her “Wife,” wouldn’t she be pressed down every day? That was unacceptable!

Changing it to the male equivalent, “Husband,” made her feel sick, as it reminded her of the other gender.

“Must you be so aggressive?”

Wuming tried to persuade Hou Danxue that being aggressive about a title wouldn’t change anything. If Hou Danxue was willing to compromise, Wuming might even let Hou Danxue take the dominant position for the sake of that title.

Wuming wanted to aggressively prove this fact, but if she continued to bully Hou Danxue, she might infuriate her to the point of explosion. The risk was too high, and Wuming hesitated.

“I earn the money to support you. Why shouldn’t I be aggressive!”

Hou Danxue had a flash of inspiration and said cheerfully, “I’ve got it! You can call me ‘Wife-Lord’!”

Wife… Lord?

Wuming felt a slight headache. Hou Danxue really had to gain the upper hand in titles.

“Hurry, hurry and say it!”

Wuming looked down. Hou Danxue’s eyes were bright, looking at her expectantly.

Wuming didn’t really want to grant her wish.

“Isn’t that the title you wanted?”

She wanted “Wife,” not “Wife-Lord”!

How could “Wife-Lord” be the same as “Wife”? “Wife” sounded soft, even if Hou Danxue was black-hearted, she was still soft!

Wuming bit her lip, refusing to speak. Hou Danxue grew anxious.

The moment that title popped up, she started imagining the satisfaction of Wuming calling her that. She truly couldn’t wait.

“Wife, please indulge me. I’ll give you anything you want.”

She was begging her now. Wuming immediately softened. She took a deep breath and, blushing, called out, “Wife-Lord…”

Since it was just the two of them, she could tolerate it. But calling out such an embarrassing title in front of others was absolutely out of the question.

“Ha—haha—”

Hou Danxue couldn’t contain her laughter. It was indeed satisfying, much more so than she had imagined.

“Quick, say, ‘Please, Wife-Lord, fiercely dote on me’!”

Wuming’s face darkened. Hou Danxue was pushing her luck!

It was already so embarrassing, and every time, Hou Danxue would come up with some wicked idea to challenge Wuming’s limits!

“Ab-so-lute-ly not!”

“Wife~”

“Absolutely impossible!”

“What’s the big deal? Haven’t I doted on you enough? I can find all the treasures in the world for you. Just say something sweet~”

“Are you sure the ‘dote on’ in that sentence means what you think it means?”

“Don’t you like it?”

“I prefer being on top.”

Hou Danxue decided to make a sacrifice. “Fine, I’ll let you be on top this time.”

Wuming raised an eyebrow. She hadn’t expected Hou Danxue to concede.

Giving up tangible benefits for a mere phrase? How could Hou Danxue, a businesswoman, make such a losing deal?

“Please, Wife-Lord, fiercely dote on me.”

Wuming’s tone was flat, but Hou Danxue was already so overwhelmed with pleasure that her mind went blank. She clutched Wuming’s arm, panting.

Seeing her lost expression, Wuming couldn’t hold back any longer. She supported herself with one hand and reached down with the other.

She was no longer as fearful about this as she had been initially. Multiple experiences had taught her that Hou Danxue was far more resilient than she thought and wouldn’t be damaged by her fingers.

Hou Danxue was suddenly attacked, and her hazy mind cleared for a moment. She squeezed Wuming’s hand hard, but Wuming’s skin was tough, leaving only faint red marks.

“Too… too sudden.”

“But didn’t I already say, ‘Please, Wife-Lord, fiercely dote on me’? Wife-Lord~”

Hou Danxue felt that Wuming’s words were even more stimulating than her fingers. She quickly fell back into a state of conscious surrender.

Wuming hadn’t even had time to do much more before Hou Danxue was completely limp.

“Wife-Lord, are you done already? Didn’t you say you wanted to fiercely dote on me? Hmm?”

Wuming used the title “Wife-Lord” repeatedly, and Hou Danxue was completely drained of strength by her, yet she still tried to deny Wuming’s words and prop herself up.

She couldn’t be done… her authority as Wife-Lord…

No, where was the authority when she was pressed underneath?

Damn it! Due to the difference in strength, she was still too passive!

It made the title “Wife-Lord” feel undeserved.

Once she got the best chains and bound the other person, haha, then she would be the true Wife-Lord!

Wuming didn’t know what Hou Danxue was thinking, but she was very dissatisfied with her distraction. The relaxed state she had adopted out of pity tightened up again. Having finally seized an opportunity, she was determined to properly demonstrate her dominance in front of Hou Danxue.

But Hou Danxue’s attempt to prop herself up only lasted for a moment. After that, no matter how Wuming coaxed her, it was no use.

“Fiercely dote on me?”

“I really can’t anymore. Let me be on top. Then I can fiercely dote on you.”

Wuming was furious. How could she skimp on something she had agreed to! She got her satisfaction and then abandoned Wuming. That was too wicked!

To prevent Hou Danxue from having any more wicked ideas, Wuming continued to torment her until she was completely exhausted before stopping.

She didn’t even have the strength to lift her hand, so she couldn’t fiercely dote on Wuming, right? Safe!

Wuming lay down beside Hou Danxue, satisfied. She turned to hug Hou Danxue, only to find Hou Danxue wiggling and inching downwards.

???

Hou Danxue noticed Wuming’s gaze and moved faster. By the time Wuming reacted, she had achieved her goal.

Wuming could only tense her body. She was afraid that if she retaliated, Hou Danxue might be provoked into doing something unexpected. It was better to endure the current subtle torment.

But even the current situation was ridiculous. Why was she still trying to defy Wuming even when she was so tired?

Wuming couldn’t understand it. Just like Hou Danxue’s obsession with the title, her obsession with this matter far exceeded Wuming’s imagination.

“Now, Wife-Lord has completed the task of fiercely doting on her Wife.”

In her state of high spirits, Hou Danxue recovered a good amount of strength. She raised her hand and stared contentedly at Wuming’s watery eyes.

Having achieved her goal, Hou Danxue collapsed onto Wuming’s body and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, the anxious voices of the maids outside the door woke Wuming. She looked confusedly at Hou Danxue, who was sleeping soundly on her chest, and shook her awake.

“Is there something happening today?”

Hou Danxue opened her eyes and spaced out for a while before regaining consciousness. She lazily answered Wuming’s question, “There’s a memorial ceremony today. But doesn’t Grandmother usually handle that?”

“…Didn’t you lock her up?”

Oh right. Unable to tolerate her grandmother’s antics, Hou Danxue had confined her. Now she had to take on the responsibility of hosting the ceremony.

Hou Danxue took a deep breath and climbed out of bed.

If she didn’t appear soon, the people below might take it upon themselves to release her grandmother, and then her grandmother’s behavior would become even more excessive.

She couldn’t fail. If she did, her authority as Patriarch would vanish, and she would fall into the predicament of having no one to rely on.

Before leaving, Hou Danxue kissed Wuming. “Your Wife-Lord is doing all this to support you.”

“Wait, I’ll go with you.”

Wuming was worried that Hou Danxue would be bullied. It was perfectly normal for some people to harbor ill intentions at a funeral, seeing the Hou family’s lack of manpower. Wuming had seen such things often in the lower strata of society, and she figured respectable people would just adopt a more refined way of preying on others.

She was the one who killed the person, and she was the one who made the Hou family so weak. She had to take responsibility.

“Alright, we’ll go together.”

Wuming followed Hou Danxue to greet the guests, sticking close to her. But soon, the dense crowd separated them.

Wuming only knew how to kill; she didn’t know how to socialize. Looking at the elegant ladies before her, she quickly realized this practical problem.

As the matriarch’s wife of a prominent family, was she a bit too unqualified?

Because of Wuming’s inadequacy, Hou Danxue had to shoulder more responsibility. She had to simultaneously play the roles of “Patriarch” and “Patriarch’s Wife” in the secular sense.