Chapter 324 - 322: Knowing Her Body Like the Back of His Hand

That night, as Yang Xun prepared to sneak into the beauty’s bedroom once again, Sun Rao caught him right in the act.

She pushed him onto the bed, her soft, warm lips instantly crashing down against his. Grabbing her slender waist, he flipped the dynamic, taking the offensive as his tongue plundered her mouth. With a wave of his large hand, Sun Rao’s nightgown was shredded to pieces.

"Ah... don’t be so impatient... what am I supposed to wear now that you’ve torn it?" Sun Rao cried out softly, a deep blush spreading across her cheeks.

"You look best wearing nothing," Yang Xun replied, his breathing heavy. Without giving her time to adjust, he launched straight into the battle.

At first, Sun Rao was too embarrassed to make a sound. But as the pleasure mounted, all reason vanished from her mind, and she couldn’t hold back her sweet moans. Ever since they first did it when Yang Xun went to the outskirts, Sun Rao hadn’t even touched herself. Now that she was getting a taste of it again, the two were inseparable.

The passion in the room only subsided as the sky began to brighten.

It wasn’t until past ten o’clock that they finally got out of bed and went downstairs, only to find Zhao Linglong already waiting in the living room. She showed no signs of impatience. Instead, she greeted them with a smile. "Xun, Rao, have your breakfast first. We’ll head out in a bit."

Half an hour later, the three of them left in the Zhao family’s car.

To ensure Yang Xun experienced the utmost luxury, Zhao Hongshan had arranged for a driver and a butler to attend to him all day. He had specifically ordered that he would cover all expenses, refusing to let Yang Xun spend a single dime.

Shunping’s antique market was located in an alley called Huai’an Street in the old district. Both sides of the street were packed with shops of all sizes. The storefronts varied; some still hung faded, vintage signboards, while others were newly renovated with spotless windows.

Zhao Linglong was obviously a regular here. Walking in front, she pointed to a shop with a plaque that read "Doujin Pavilion" and said, "The boss of this shop is Mr. Qian. He’s quite an honest guy and doesn’t jack up prices. I got my picture frames custom-made here before."

Yang Xun nodded and followed her inside.

The shop was small but crammed with goods. It had everything from porcelain and jade items to calligraphy, paintings, and bronze wares. Yang Xun took a quick glance around. The prices were reasonable, but most of the items were ordinary goods with nothing particularly outstanding.

Just as he was about to step out, he caught a glimpse of a figure flashing by across the street from the corner of his eye.

The woman was dressed ordinarily and wore sunglasses, but her figure was exceptionally curvaceous. Even though she was bundled up, one could still tell she had a narrow waist, a perky rear, and a full bust. For some women, you didn’t even need to see their faces; just looking at their bodies told you they were absolute beauties.

Even though it was just a fleeting profile, Yang Xun recognized her at a single glance. It was Su Mei.

After all, he had attended to Su Mei before and knew her measurements like the back of his hand. That naturally voluptuous figure wasn’t something just anyone possessed. When Su Mei left the bathhouse last time, she had mentioned she would look for him again. He had been looking forward to it—mostly because making love to her felt incredibly good, but more importantly, he was deeply curious about her true identity.

He wondered what she was doing here, not expecting to run into her in a place like this.

Yang Xun narrowed his eyes, turned to Zhao Linglong, and whispered, "I have some business to take care of. Wait for me in the shop for a bit."

"Xun, what’s wrong?" Zhao Linglong asked, a hint of confusion in her eyes as she followed his gaze across the street but saw nothing.

"Just saw an acquaintance. I’m going over to say hi," he replied casually.

Although his tone was relaxed, Zhao Linglong noticed his fingers twitching slightly at his side, as if he was preparing to spring into action at any moment. Knowing what Yang Xun was capable of, she obediently nodded. "Then make it quick. Rao and I will wait for you here."

"Yeah." Yang Xun threw a glance at Sun Rao. Understanding his intent, Sun Rao gave him an imperceptible nod, signaling for him to go without worry while she held the fort.

He turned and walked out of the shop at a leisurely pace, looking just like an ordinary pedestrian out for a stroll. By the time he crossed the street, Su Mei had already turned into a branching alley up ahead. Without quickening his step, he simply trailed her from a distance, keeping his eyes locked onto her slender figure.

While the main stretch of Huai’an Street was bustling, the side alleys were much quieter. The storefronts on both sides were smaller, and some didn’t even have signboards. They merely hung a few antique items by the door, looking like the kind of places that survived purely through word-of-mouth among regular customers.

Su Mei stopped in front of an unmarked shop.

Pausing at a stall near the alley’s entrance, Yang Xun pretended to examine a cyan flower porcelain bowl, though his peripheral vision remained fixed on Su Mei. He watched her raise her hand and lightly knock twice on the wooden door. She paused for two seconds, then knocked three more times. It seemed to be a pre-arranged secret signal.

The door opened from the inside. Su Mei slipped through, and the door was quickly shut again.

Yang Xun set the cyan flower porcelain bowl down. Just as the stall owner opened his mouth to quote a price, he turned and walked away, leaving the man scratching the back of his head in bewilderment.

He approached the door and glanced up above the frame. There was no plaque or signboard. Even the house number was mostly obscured by a rusty sheet of iron. However, the door itself was made of high-quality aged elm, and its hinges were wrapped in brass. The wear and tear were just right, indicating frequent traffic.

Yang Xun didn’t knock rashly. He took a few steps to the side, scanning his surroundings, before crouching down under the guise of tying his shoelaces. He slightly angled his ear toward the door panel.

With his hearing as a seventh-level Qi Refining Realm cultivator, he could vaguely make out some movement through the thick wood. People were talking, but their voices were too muffled to hear clearly.

He stayed crouched for about ten seconds before standing up. Acting as if nothing had happened, he strolled over to a small stall across the street selling sugar-roasted chestnuts. He bought a bag and leisurely peeled and ate them, though his gaze never left the door.

Nearly half an hour later, the door finally opened again.

Su Mei walked out, half her face still concealed by the sunglasses. Without stopping or even looking back, she immediately hurried off in the direction she had come from. Her pace was noticeably faster this time.

Yang Xun quickly swept his eyes over her. He couldn’t tell if she had taken anything with her. Her hands were empty, and there was no obvious change in her pockets. Yet, her demeanor as she left was somewhat different from when she had arrived. Yang Xun couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was; it was purely intuition. It was as if she had completed an important task, leaving her visibly more relaxed.

He waited until Su Mei’s figure completely disappeared at the end of the alley before tossing his remaining chestnut shells into a nearby trash can. Brushing the sugar glaze off his hands, he turned and headed toward the unmarked door.

He raised his hand and knocked casually. He didn’t use any secret signal, just the ordinary knock of a regular person.