Chapter 493: The Pure-Clad Dark Heir 43

Little Cutie was completely stunned by Tang Wan’s questioning.

He had only told the truth—was that wrong?

After a moment, he cautiously said, “Host, I didn’t lie. Why are you so angry?”

Tang Wan let out a cold laugh.
“Angry? Do I look angry? Which of your eyes saw that?”

Little Cutie: …

Both of them saw it.

But somehow, he felt like he shouldn’t say that out loud.

So he quickly changed tactics.
“Alright, alright, then you eat slowly. I’ll… go offline for a bit.”

With that, he hurried off to complain to Ergouzi.

Before long, he received a reply:

“Women are creatures who like to deceive themselves and others. She definitely knows she’s gained weight—but you absolutely cannot say it out loud. Also, when a woman says she’s not angry, it means she’s very angry. Good luck, Xiao Ba. As an AI, you still have a lot to learn. Remember—when your host is female, your survival instincts matter. You’re lucky your current host doesn’t know much. If it were mine, your ‘straightforward honesty’ today would’ve gotten you dismantled and rebuilt.”

After reading the message, Little Cutie shivered.

Dismantled… and rebuilt?!

Thankfully, his host didn’t understand system internals that well. Otherwise, if she figured out their core structure like Ergouzi’s host did… wouldn’t he be in real danger?

…

Meanwhile, Tang Wan had already been coaxed into a better mood by Jiang Yuantong.

But because of Little Cutie’s words, she had completely lost her appetite.

“Tong Tong, I don’t want to eat anymore. Take this away,” she said.

Jiang Yuantong immediately signaled the maids to clear the table. Then he pulled her into his arms and asked gently,
“Lady, what’s wrong? Are you unhappy?”

“No. I just suddenly don’t feel like eating,” Tang Wan replied.

Hearing this, Jiang Yuantong smiled.
“If you don’t want to eat, then don’t. How about… your husband plays a game with you?”

Tang Wan nodded, assuming he meant something lighthearted.
“Alright.”

But the next moment, Jiang Yuantong suddenly lifted her into his arms and walked toward the bed.

Tang Wan: …

Soon, she was placed gently on the bed.

“Tong Tong… the game you’re talking about… is this?” she asked, swallowing slightly, already sensing trouble.

Jiang Yuantong curved his lips, a faint hint of mischief flashing in his eyes.
“Doesn’t the lady like playing these kinds of games with her husband?”

For the past month, because her body had been weakened by yin energy, he had restrained himself from touching her. Now that she had recovered and even grown healthier, he had no intention of holding back any longer.

Tang Wan twitched her lips.

She wasn’t some seasoned flirt—but it was true he had endured for quite a while.

In the end, she shot him a mock glare, though a smile lingered at the corner of her lips.

Seeing this, Jiang Yuantong quickly removed her embroidered shoes, stepped out of his own boots, and lowered the bed curtains.

After so much careful “nurturing,” it was finally time to stop holding back.

His kisses fell one after another, warm and insistent. Before long, garments slipped loosely to the side of the bed.

Soon, the carved canopy bed gave a faint creak as the room fell quiet again.