Chapter 31.31 Making her cry

The night was dark, but the candles lit inside the house added a faint glow to the pitch-black courtyard.

Jiang Ninghui shrank back in embarrassment, straightened her wrinkled clothes, and then went out with her husband.

Hearing Pei Duo's voice from inside the house, the Zhao couple came out one after the other. When they saw the half wolf he was carrying, they wanted to rush up and grab a gun. After exchanging pleasantries with Pei Duo, they excitedly took the half wolf.

Zhao Zhixue glanced at the blood-soaked half-wolf, but didn't ask any further questions. He simply cupped his hands in thanks to Pei Duo.

In previous years, when the Pei family went hunting, they would occasionally share some food with them.

I imagine this year will be the same.

Pei Duo lifted his eyelids and glanced at Jiang Ninghui standing next to Zhao Zhixue.

The young man's glance not only made Jiang Ninghui's heart pound, but also made the Zhao couple's hearts pound. The two were afraid that Pei Duo would reveal that Jiang Ninghui had gone up the mountain, so they quickly gave Jiang Ninghui a look, telling her to take her husband back to the house.

Jiang Ninghui bit her lower lip, unsure how to speak, when she heard Young Master Pei say, "Now that the items have been delivered, I will return."

The Zhao couple breathed a sigh of relief as they watched Pei Duo turn and leave.

Unexpectedly.

The young man walked to the outside of the courtyard, then suddenly turned around: "I have a book that I got from the prefect. I wonder if Brother Zhao would like to see it?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhixue was overjoyed: "Of course I'll take it! Thank you, Brother Pei!"

Pei Duo: "Brother Zhao, come with me to get it."

The young man glanced at Jiang Ninghui's porcelain-white and beautiful face, a hint of mischievousness lurking beneath his cool and indifferent gaze.

Seeing his sister-in-law fidgeting with her fingers, her watery almond-shaped eyes looking at him nervously.

They are so pitiful.

He wanted to tease her.

The best approach is to make her cry, so she loses interest in being intimate with her husband.

Zhao Zhixue: "Sui Sui, you go back to your room first, I'll be right back."

The Zhao couple were also worried, fearing that Pei Duo might let something slip to Zhao Zhixue, and that Zhao Zhixue would then vent his anger on them again.

Jiang Ninghui stood anxiously in the courtyard, waiting for her husband to return.

About fifteen minutes later, the young man returned carrying a book and a stack of Xuan paper, and there was nothing unusual about his expression.

Since her husband returned, she has been carefully reading this book and a stack of Xuan paper.

Jiang Ninghui glanced at the stack of Xuan paper; the characters on it were sharp and vigorous.

It is unknown who wrote it.

She was illiterate and didn't understand what was written on it, but she knew that the handwriting was very beautiful.

Even after midnight, the young man still hadn't fallen asleep.

After waking up, Jiang Ninghui asked softly, "My lord, it's getting late. Why don't we look at it again tomorrow?"

Zhao Zhixue: "My wife, go to sleep first. I'll take another look."

When Pei gave him the book, he specifically instructed that it should be returned to him within seven days, and that he should deliver it to the prefect's residence on time.

The book was very thick, and there was also a stack of Xuan paper with records that needed to be memorized. Time was short, and he could not afford to rest or be distracted by anything else; he had to memorize everything.

During the ten-day school break, Zhao Zhixue spent seven of those days reading at his desk.

During the Spring Festival, Jiang Ninghui did all the chores at home. She worked hard without complaint, serving her parents-in-law and taking care of her husband. Although she was busy, it was a hundred times better than being cold and freezing in the Jiang family and being beaten from time to time.

On the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, Jiang Ninghui packed her and her husband's clothes.

Together with Young Master Pei, they boarded the carriage he had hired and headed to town.

Leaving Xiping Village and no longer having to listen to her father-in-law's nagging and her mother-in-law's subtle barbs, Jiang Ninghui finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could swallow his anger, sorrow welled up in his heart again.

For now, she can only escape for the time being.

Her fate will be entirely in the hands of her beloved when the imperial examinations take place this autumn.

Six more months...

An hour later, the carriage arrived in town, where Pei Duo and Zhao Zhixue began packing their clothes and belongings.

This time, Pei's father brought many things for Pei's son.

The courtyard had been uninhabited for ten days; some snow had fallen in the yard, and there was a thin layer of dust inside the house.

Zhao Zhixue and her husband went back to their rooms to tidy up. Jiang Ninghui rolled up her sleeves and tidied up the kitchen first, so that they could prepare lunch later.

"sister in law."

The young man's clear and melodious voice came from behind him.

Jiang Ninghui turned around and saw Young Master Pei carrying in smoked meat: "Last time there was too much wolf meat, and our family couldn't finish it, so we brought some to town to share."

Her mother-in-law also packed some for her to give to her husband.

However, compared to what Young Master Pei has, it's pitifully little.

Jiang Ninghui nodded slightly: "Okay."

Pei Duo hung the meat on the rope stretched out in the kitchen, glanced at Jiang Ninghui who had turned around to continue wiping the stove, and asked knowingly, "Sister-in-law, is something on your mind?"

Jiang Ninghui was stunned, and then heard Young Master Pei say, "Just now in the carriage, I noticed that you seemed distracted, as if you were troubled by something. You might as well tell me, and I might be able to help you."

Jiang Ninghui gripped the rag tightly.

No one can help her with this.

Moreover, this matter was a secret that she absolutely could not reveal to outsiders, and even less so to the Zhao family.

She shook her head again: "I'm fine."

The young man raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at Jiang Ninghui's trembling eyelashes and her clenched, white fingers.

"Brother Pei, I have prepared all the books and Xuan paper."

Zhao Zhixue's voice rang out from outside. He knocked on Pei Duo's door but didn't see anyone. He turned around and saw him coming out of the kitchen.

Zhao Zhixue: "Brother Pei, take a look. I've been carefully keeping it safe these past few days."

Pei Duo took it: "Hmm."

Zhao Zhixue smiled and said, "Brother Pei, I am very grateful for the book you gave me these days. After reading it, many things that I couldn't understand before have become clear."

He then asked, "Brother Pei, when will these be returned to the Prefect?"

Pei Duo: "Afternoon."

When Jiang Ninghui heard her husband thank Young Master Pei, she recalled how he had spent the past seven days studying that book and the Xuan paper with great care, neglecting to eat or sleep.

A tiny glimmer of hope suddenly rose in her heart.

I hope that with Young Master Pei's help, my lord can successfully pass the provincial examination.

When Mu Hua learned that Jiang Ninghui had returned, she brought her child to visit her. Since Zhao Zhixue was at home, Mu Hua was hesitant to hand over the money to Jiang Ninghui, so she chatted with her for a few minutes before leaving when it was time to prepare lunch.

After lunch, Zhao Zhixue continued reading in the room.

Young Master Pei brought books to the prefect's residence.

Jiang Ninghui stood in front of the house, looking at Pei Duo who had walked to the courtyard gate, and asked softly, "Young Master Pei, are you making dinner tonight?"

The young man lifted his eyelids to look at the person in front of the door.

She was slender and delicate, and honest and easily bullied.

When those eyes, like autumn water, look at someone, they only inspire malice.

The young man said calmly, "I'll come back to eat."

Jiang Ninghui: "I understand."

Seeing that Young Master Pei had closed the door, Jiang Ninghui went back to her room to tidy up the bedding.

The house had been uninhabited for ten days and was a bit damp, so Jiang Ninghui opened the windows to let in some fresh air.

She didn't dare disturb her husband's reading, and quietly sat by the bed, taking out her old clothes to cut and mend them.

She was so engrossed in her work that she didn't notice her husband had closed his book and was sitting down beside her.

Jiang Ninghui only came back to her senses when her husband took her hand, her gentle and beautiful eyes filled with a smile: "Have you finished reading, my husband?"

Zhao Zhixue pulled her into his arms: "Not yet, it's not too late to see later."

“Sui Sui”.

Zhao Zhixue took the clothes from her hands and threw them on the chair: "We haven't been intimate for a month."

After saying this, a strong desire crept into Zhao Zhixue's eyes.

He married his wife, but after six months of marriage, they could count the number of times they had slept together on one hand.

How could one not feel aggrieved?

Zhao Zhixue kissed Jiang Ninghui's forehead: "You've been worried that Brother Pei would hear this. Now that Brother Pei isn't here, we can have a good time."

Jiang Ninghui bit her lip: "My lord, the doctor said that your back should not be overworked."

Zhao Zhixue laughed and said, "That's easy! My wife can sit on my lap just the same way."

He picked up Jiang Ninghui and laid her on the couch. Without saying a word, he stripped off her clothes. Jiang Ninghui was so shocked that she clutched her collar: "My lord, the door isn't locked!"

Zhao Zhixue couldn't wait to get up, bolt the door, and then come back.

Jiang Ninghui, bullied by him, raised her snow-white neck, wearing only a small garment.

The bright red undershirt covered her soft skin, and the sight of her snow-white cleavage made Zhao Zhixue's eyes bloodshot.

"My wife, my dear wife."

Zhao Zhixue buried his face in the crook of her neck. Jiang Ninghui bit her lip and pushed him away, saying, "My lord, the gate isn't bolted yet, and the windows aren't closed either, my lord..."

No matter how much Jiang Ninghui pleaded, Zhao Zhixue turned a deaf ear.

He kissed Jiang Ninghui's lips: "It's alright. No one is coming, and there's no need to worry about Brother Pei coming back. It takes at least an hour to walk from here to the prefectural government office and back. By the time Brother Pei comes back, we will have already finished."

Jiang Ninghui was still worried and wanted to lock the gate.

Even if Young Master Pei doesn't come back, what if Sister Mu brings the child in?

Imagine what it would be like if a child saw this!

Not wanting to distract Jiang Ninghui, Zhao Zhixue simply hugged her waist and placed her directly on his lap.

The sudden, intrusive feeling made Jiang Ninghui extremely uncomfortable.

She was forced to sit on the fire, her almond-shaped eyes brimming with tears, biting her lower lip tightly, trying to grab a piece of clothing to wrap herself in.

cold.

It's so cold.

The young man said that such things make one feel so blissful that it's like floating on clouds.

But she rarely gets to experience this kind of feeling.

Especially in winter, when her husband is happy, she suffers.

During the bumpy ride, the wooden hairpin on Jiang Ninghui's hair bun fell off, and her black hair fell down and spread out, covering her snowy shoulders and back.

The woman's nose was red, and she bit her lip hard, leaving teeth marks on her lower lip.

Her cheeks were flushed, but her body was shivering with cold.

Jiang Ninghui kept a close eye on the courtyard gate.

Her whole body was tense, and her snow-white forearms hugged herself helplessly.

She hoped that the door wouldn't be pushed open.

don't want--

Absolutely not.

But fate just loves to play tricks on her.

The courtyard gate was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and Young Master Pei, dressed in a light blue cross-collar robe, entered from outside.

The young man seemed to have a feeling about it.

The moment the door opened, a cold, piercing gaze swept over, precisely capturing Jiang Ninghui, who was being manipulated by Zhao Zhixue through the window.

actually.

As Pei Duo stepped into the alleyway, he heard noises coming from the courtyard.

His hearing was extraordinary; he could hear the entire conversation between the two people if he concentrated.

While he was away, his sister-in-law agreed to have sex with his husband.

My sister-in-law was worried that the courtyard gate wasn't closed.

I'm afraid he might suddenly come back.

pity.

He heard everything.

He's back.

He pushed open the courtyard gate without hesitation, wanting his sister-in-law to see him.

It would be best to instill fear and apprehension in her, making her paranoid and overly suspicious, so that she would be even less willing to have sex with her husband in the future.

The young man stared at Jiang Ninghui with his cold, sharp eyes, his gaze sweeping over the woman's body, which was only dressed in a small garment.

Her black hair spread out, and she shed her bulky, heavy clothes, revealing her originally slender and thin body.

Two hands pressed down on the woman's slender waist, pressing down with extreme force. Soft, white flesh squeezed out from between the fingers, and the frequent contact between the two made the chilling, sinister look in the young man's eyes even more terrifying.