Chapter 732 The Feeling of Being Cherished

Song Chunxue was awakened by the heat.

Her back was sweaty and sticky, and when she tried to move, she found she couldn't move at all.

She kicked the blanket away, and the next moment she was pulled even tighter around herself.

It turned out that Xie Zheng had fallen asleep holding her again.

For many years, she has slept alone and dislikes being restricted.

But even when she tries to hide to the side, people around her still come to bother her.

This stalemate continued for several times, until she was too tired to continue and finally gave in to him.

She opened her eyes, thinking that it would be quite warm to hug like this in winter.

But it's early autumn now, so it's not cold yet.

She tried to turn around, but found her hair was pinned down and she couldn't move.

Seemingly sensing her change in mood, Xie Zheng sat up, tidied her hair, and continued to hold her tightly.

Didn't you sleep well?

Song Chunxue shrank her neck. "It's alright."

Then, she was held even tighter.

He laughed in her ear, a smile of satisfaction and joy, his deep voice striking her heart.

Song Chunxue, who had originally wanted to break free, stopped moving.

"What's wrong?" she asked lazily with her eyes closed.

"That's great! Can we do this every day from now on?"

Song Chunxue smiled, "I'll try my best, but I definitely can't do it every day."

She always has to go out.

"Okay, then come when you have time."

"..." Hearing this so early in the morning is quite embarrassing.

“I know you don’t want to be held to sleep right now, you kicked me several times last night. Well, when it gets cold in winter, in the dead of winter, when the snow is falling heavily, I, Xie, will warm the bed for you.”

"..." For some reason, the thought that it was Lord Xie who said these words made her feel incredulous.

"Ah Xue, how are you?"

Song Chunxue shrank her neck. "Don't call me that."

That's so cheesy, incredibly cheesy.

She was a farmer and couldn't stand hearing that.

"So what do you want to hear?" He casually played with her fingers, his chin gently rubbing against the top of her head. "It's best if the way you address her in private is different from how you address her in public."

"Why?" she asked curiously.

"You'll find out later." He kissed the top of her head.

Song Chunxue hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's time to get up."

He tightened his arms around her, leaned close to her neck, and took a deep breath. "Just a little while."

Then, he grabbed her arm and turned her over to face him.

Looking into his eyes, Song Chunxue met his tender, smiling gaze, and her heart softened.

The next moment, he raised his hand to caress her face, cupping her chin in his palm, and tucked the stray hairs behind her ear with his other hand.

Song Chunxue thought to herself, "Is this what it feels like to be cherished?"

Sharing a bed doesn't seem so scary.

His thumb gently brushed across her cheek, and his index finger traced her nose, brow bone, and lips, tickling her.

This feeling is so strange. Song Chunxue reached out to hold his hand. "It's so itchy."

The next moment, the person in front of her leaned over and gently kissed her forehead.

Then, he pulled her into his arms and sighed deeply, "Chunxue, you're so good."

Song Chunxue could sense that he was in a good mood.

Who would have thought that someone as handsome and talented as Feng Qingyue, who was once admired by countless young ladies in the capital, would be so content?

If even one of them dared to tease him, he would be completely devoted to her.

Unfortunately, the young ladies from prominent families in the capital had strict rules, so while it might be okay occasionally, there was no one who could consistently win his heart.

The young woman was both brave and timid.

Perhaps Xie Zheng at that time was also stubborn, hot-blooded and promising at a young age, but he was slow to mature. He would have turned around and chosen his righteous path, and he would have chosen the common people who needed a just and upright official.

She gently stroked his back and heard him sniffle.

Um?

Something was wrong. She leaned back and looked at his face.

He closed his eyes tightly and shrank into her arms, clearly not wanting her to see.

Song Chunxue felt helpless and amused, but this was followed by heartache.

Such a small thing could move him so much.

She didn't press him for an explanation, but simply stayed quietly with him.

After a long while, he gently released her, picked up her coat from the side, and held it to her arm.

The silent movement clearly indicated that she was going to dress him.

“I can do it myself,” she said with a smile.

"Give me your hand." He looked at her hand and insisted on helping her put it on.

Song Chunxue put her arm into her sleeve, thinking to herself, how could a person be so different?

Then, he would help her comb her hair and put on her shoes.

Sigh, so stubborn.

While eating breakfast, his feet were wrapped around hers, his calves touching hers, but his face was refined, elegant, mature and steady.

"Are we going to propose marriage to the second son today?"

"Um."

Are you coming back tonight?

Song Chunxue smiled, wondering what he would do if he refused.

But she didn't want to try, so she nodded and said, "Okay, come back."

Sure enough, a look of joy appeared in his eyes. "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Song Chunxue hesitated, wanting to tell him that there was no need to do this, but then she realized that she couldn't control her feelings, so she didn't speak.

She suddenly realized that Lord Xie really enjoyed being accompanied.

She's become a little clingy.

But if he said it out loud, he'd probably be sighing and complaining in private.

Before she left after breakfast, he would hold her hand and give her some instructions.

"Let the butler go with you, just to make up the numbers."

"Is this appropriate?" Song Chunxue pondered. "The housekeeper probably doesn't like to get involved in crowds."

"If he wants to go, let him come along." Lord Xie asked Liu Chunshu to bring two large brocade boxes. "These are teas that my colleagues recently brought when they came to visit me. Take them."

"This is good tea, you can keep it for yourself." Song Chunxue knew he wanted to help, but she didn't want him to spend money.

"I can't finish it." Xie Zheng gently patted the back of her head and whispered in her ear, "Go on, come back soon."

"..." Song Chunxue walked out carrying the brocade box, her heart filled with sweetness.

She brought her steward Xie Dong to the second son's house. Soon after, the third son and the fourth son also arrived. Upon learning that Lord Xie had also prepared gifts, the three brothers showed a special smile.

Song Chunxue pretended not to see it.

When they visited the Hu family, they recognized Xie Dong as Lord Xie's man and were incredibly hospitable. The two families wrote down the children's birth dates and names, saying that they would choose a date in a few days and then set the wedding date.

The Hu family invited them to have lunch together. After they left, the second and fourth sons went about their business. The butler, Xie Dong, put his hands behind his back and said he would go back on his own.

Sanwa whispered as he watched the steward's retreating figure, "Mother, does Lord Xie's sending Xie Dong mean that we're family now? The Hu family is only so satisfied with this marriage because of Lord Xie."

Song Chunxue pondered for a moment, "What if my relationship with Lord Xie so sours in the future? Wouldn't the Hu family look down on us again?"

“It’s hard to say,” Sanwa pointed to the fork in the road ahead, “The courtyard is over there.”

Song Chunxue followed Sanwa to the front of the small courtyard. Just as she was about to unlock the door and go in, she saw a familiar figure not far away.

"Master Zhang?" Sanwa saw him too. "Speaking of which, I haven't seen the Master in a long time. Is he avoiding suspicion?"

Song Chunxue patted his back, "You must have things to do at the yamen, go ahead and get busy. I know where the courtyard is, I'll go see it when I have time. I'm going to see my senior brother."

Seeing the person opposite his senior brother excitedly saying something, it seemed that his senior brother had encountered a difficult person.