Chapter 107 Confusion

Zhou Xiye closed his eyes and quickly shut the door.

Looking at Jiang Zhizhi sleeping soundly on the bed, her small face, no bigger than a palm, appeared even whiter and rosier against the backdrop of the red bedding.

Her breathing was quiet, and she seemed to be sleeping soundly.

If Zhou Xiye hadn't been so good at reconnaissance, he would have really been fooled by Jiang Zhizhi.

She was pretending to be asleep!

She sighed softly and walked to the bedside: "Jiang Zhizhi, go back to your room and sleep."

Jiang Zhizhi was already on the verge of losing her composure, and thinking that it wouldn't be surprising if Zhou Xiye found out, she sat up abruptly, puffed out her cheeks, and looked at Zhou Xiye: "It's not that I wanted to stay here, it's that your mother came back and saw that I wasn't in this room, so she called me over."

"She said that the reason why men don't sleep together on the first night of marriage is because they dislike women."

Fang Hua didn't say that exactly. He said that newlyweds shouldn't sleep in the same room; it would be a laughing stock if word got out.

However, Jiang Zhizhi has always been good at artistic embellishment.

Zhou Xiye had a headache. Just as he was about to speak, he looked down and realized that Jiang Zhizhi was wearing clothes that were practically naked from the waist up.

Her lotus-root-colored vest-like dress revealed her slender shoulders, porcelain-white and delicate skin, and exquisite collarbones.

Zhou Xiye's brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly, and he took a step back: "Pull the blanket up properly. What kind of appearance are you dressed like?"

Jiang Zhizhi looked down in confusion. She had made the pajamas herself, thinking that Zhou Xiye would come back in the evening. She was also wearing a tight-fitting outfit underneath.

Moreover, her pajamas were already quite conservative, with wide shoulder straps, a high neckline, and a loose hem.

After looking around, she didn't see anything wrong with it. She had seen many women in the village wearing floral vests, some of whom didn't even wear underwear underneath, and they swayed as they walked.

However, they were all older women or women who had given birth.

Seeing that Jiang Zhizhi was still looking down at her collar, Zhou Xiye said, "Put your clothes on first, and we'll have a proper talk."

Jiang Zhizhi's temper flared up instantly. She pulled off the blanket covering her and jumped off the bed. She was wearing a pair of matching shorts that reached a few inches above her knees. They were loose and casual, revealing a pair of fair, slender, and well-proportioned legs.

Walking barefoot on the ground, the ground was a little cool, and I couldn't help but curl my toes up.

Jiang Zhizhi stood with her hands on her hips, tilting her head back and saying, "Aren't I wearing clothes? Zhou Xiye, your thinking is a bit feudal."

Zhou Xiye didn't know where to put it: "Put your shoes on first, the ground is cold."

Jiang Zhizhi looked at Zhou Xiye, who was usually calm and composed, and her eyes showed panic. Her breathing even faltered for a moment. Suddenly, she had a mischievous idea and took a few steps closer to him: "These are my pajamas. Who sleeps dressed properly?"

Zhou Xiye felt his temples throbbing and wanted to take a step back, but before he could move, Jiang Zhizhi moved even faster.

She darted over like a little rabbit, reached around his waist, hugged him tightly, and then stood on tiptoe to give him a loud kiss on the cheek.

She quickly let go, took two steps back, and winked at him: "Okay, goodnight, I'm going back to sleep..."

After saying that, he put on his slippers and ran away in a flash.

Zhou Xiye stood frozen in place, finally rubbing his temples with a headache, as if things were completely slipping out of his control.

After washing up, he lay in the bed where Jiang Zhizhi had slept. The faint fragrance lingered around him, making him feel extremely hot. Even after lifting the blanket, he was still hot.

That heat, carrying a primal urge, roared wildly.

Helpless, Zhou Xiye could only get up and take another cold shower...

...

Jiang Zhizhi felt no guilt at all. The usually calm and composed Zhou Xiye had such an adorable side. She would tease him more often in the future.

Just thinking about it makes me happy, and I happily snuggle into bed and drift off to sleep.

In the morning, Jiang Zhizhi got up and found the corridor empty, with Zhou Xiye and Fang Hua's room doors open.

She was a little surprised. She took the basin to the study to wash up and came back, but the two of them still hadn't returned.

Just as I was wondering what was going on, I heard someone outside shouting, "I don't care, if you don't give me the bride price today, I'll lie here and not leave. If you have the guts, call someone to arrest me."

Then came Jiang Zhenhua's voice: "You...you're not being reasonable! You say you're Zhizhi's father, what proof do you have?"

Jiang Zhizhi was stunned for a moment, then ran downstairs.

The entrance to the guesthouse was already crowded with people, including Zhou Xiye and Fang Hua.

Jiang Zhizhi squeezed through and saw a man in his forties sitting on the ground in the middle. His hair was messy, his beard was bushy, and he was wearing tattered clothes full of patches. His pair of liberation shoes were also open.

Jiang Zhenhua was angrily trying to reason with the man: "You say you are Zhizhi's father? What proof do you have?"

The man grinned, revealing a set of yellow teeth: "Jiang Zhenhua, we've met before, what are you pretending to be stupid for? My wife sent Xiaoyue back to you, so shouldn't you return my daughter to my family? If you don't return her, and you're rushing to marry her off, who knows if you're just trying to use her to get a dowry?"

Jiang Zhenhua was so angry that his heart clenched: "You...you're making false accusations. We've spoiled Zhizhi like a treasure since she was little. Even if she's not our biological daughter, we would never use her to exchange for dowry money."

The man spat, "You city folks are all hypocrites, spouting platitudes about morality and righteousness, but inside you're nothing but scoundrels. My daughter, who knows if you've even defiled her..."

The words became increasingly harsh, and Fang Hua was furious. What if this man in front of him really was Jiang Zhizhi's biological father?

After that, wouldn't they be in-laws?

Just as she was about to retort, Jiang Zhizhi rushed out, kicked the man to the ground, and then stepped on his face, her small face tense as she said to the crowd, "Call the police, could someone please call the police for me?"

“This person still has feudalistic ideas. He not only demands a bride price to sell his daughter, but also smears women with his words. Nowadays, everyone says that men and women are equal and that women hold up half the sky. His thinking is so backward that he should be sent to be educated.”

"Most importantly, he harbored thoughts of rebellion and becoming a spy."

The man pinned down, Sun Sanjin, was terrified. He struggled violently, mumbling, "I didn't... I didn't..."

He was well aware of the consequences of committing this crime.

Jiang Zhizhi knew all too well what era it was, and even waved and shouted a few slogans.

It instantly stirred up the emotions of the onlookers.

Zhou Xiye remained silent until Sun Sanjin started making a scene, at which point he had already sent someone to call Xiao Minglei to bring his men over.

At this moment, Jiang Zhizhi had a tense little face, a serious expression, and sharp words, completely different from the mischievous little devil who was acting cute last night.

He couldn't help but smile slightly, indulging her in her tantrum.

However, how could Sun Sanjin, with his appearance, give birth to such a beautiful and intelligent child as Jiang Zhizhi?