Chapter 70 Apologize to My Wife Apologize to My Wife

The wind blows and the rain falls in disorder.

The half-branch of green leaves hanging under the eaves, washed smooth by the drizzle, peeked into the room with the wind.

The cold mist hit Ye Jindian's face.

She tilted her head to avoid the rain and fog, squinted her eyes, and hurriedly unfolded the letter.

Zhang Min took a step forward calmly and stood beside her hand, blocking the drifting rain and mist, but not blocking the thin blue-gray light that leaked into the inner room.

Ye Jindian glanced through it quickly.

The letters mostly reported good news and added interesting stories along the way.

If these letters were collected together, they could be published as a travelogue.

Her mother's personality has always been like this. She covers up all her sufferings with laughter and hides them deeply in her words. Only by chewing them carefully can you taste the hard work behind them.

However, there is a strange sentence at the end of a letter I wrote recently:

"My dear son, if there is anything that Bai Shi cannot decide, you can seek out Right Prime Minister Zhang Min. He will personally assist you and do his utmost. Remember this."

“???”

She pondered this sentence over and over again, but to no avail.

Then, he raised his eyes and glanced at Zhang Min: "Brother and mother, when did you meet again?"

Zhang Min was preoccupied with the red bruises on his wife's forearm and was rather absent-minded.

It was a long time after Ye Jindian finished speaking that he came back to his senses and slowly recalled what the other person had said.

“???”

What did Aunt Wan say in the letter?

Relying on the golden mask to block out the trouble, Zhang Min was able to hide his sorrowful expression and go crazy alone.

"Tiantian, why do you ask this?"

After a long while, he finally managed to utter a calm sentence amidst the beating of a drum in his heart.

"My mother has given me a problem that even my husband can't solve, so I came to you for help." Ye Jindian gathered up the thick letter and stuffed it back into the oilcloth to wrap it. "If she hadn't known you were my brother, how could she have said such a thing?"

Her mother would invite others to eat and give them a bag of wild food if she asked them to help carry a piece of wood, for fear of being a polite person who owed them a favor.

If they had met during the time when she lost her memory and had experienced some deep suffering together, A'niang would definitely not have forgotten to remind her of this before leaving home; if they had not experienced some deep suffering together, A'niang would definitely not have been so rude.

Therefore——

Looking back at the mother and daughter who have always been "lonely", the people they have relied on and trusted in their lives, apart from each other, are only their deceased father, their aunt buried in Nanling, and their brother Shitou.

Zhang Min didn't expect that he would receive such an unexpected answer.

He was not stupid, so he could naturally understand what his wife meant.

Just because I could understand it, I was deeply moved.

"Yes..." He replied in a daze, "Not long after I returned to the capital, I met Aunt Wan."

Ye Jindian's hand that was tying the cloth bag paused, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

But after a moment, she came to her senses, put the letter away, and stuffed it into the cloth bag hanging on the wall.

Zhang Min endured it for a while, but finally couldn't bear it anymore.

His eyes were burning as he stared at the bruised teeth marks on Ye Jindian's forearm: "What happened? Was it, was it injured when you were testing the crossbow just now?"

Or which one...

Ye Jindian: "No, I was bitten by a mosquito. I was holding a crossbow and it was inconvenient to scratch it, so I bit it to relieve the itch."

She had forgotten when she bit it.

Anyway, it happened this morning.

...which naughty young lady did this.

Hmm, so it was his wife. No wonder even the teeth marks looked so adorable.

Zhang Min silently tried to redeem himself from what he had just thought.

Due to the really bad weather, we were unable to go to the mountains to try out crossbows with a force of more than 12 stones, so we had to make an appointment to test them again when the weather improved.

"Actually, it's better to try again another day." Ye Jindian looked at the window sill with a large dent. "The second crossbow can be improved first, and then compared and repaired."

Every extra comparison you can make will help you improve faster.

Zhang Min's eyes softened behind the mask. "Okay, thank you for your hard work, Mr. Ye."

After the matter was settled, he left in a hurry.

The matter of the traitor is urgent.

Zhang Min had to stay out for several days and nights, and that night he was busy until the hour of Xu before returning home.

He went to bathe and wash off the dust, but stood outside the room and dared not go in, for fear that his wife would scold him for breaking his promise, roll up her bedding, and send him to the study to sleep alone.

“Squeak—”

The door was opened, revealing Ye Jindian's figure in her disheveled pajamas.

as well as--

The bag she carried in her hands.

Zhang Min's heart sank, his face changed, and he almost couldn't suppress his original voice.

He lowered his eyes to calm his restless mood, raised his eyes, frowned, and looked into her eyes pitifully: "My wife, it's so late, where are you going?"

"I'm not going anywhere."

Ye Jindian, carrying her bag, looked at him with some confusion.

It was late at night, and she was dressed so lightly, where could she go?

"I've packed your luggage for you..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Min's tone became more excited. He took a step forward to stop her, and his eyes were shining.

He frowned and said, "Madam, are you going to drive me away?!"

Ye Jindian: “…”

Sometimes she really didn't understand what was going on in his mind.

"That's not my intention." She hung her bag on the truss and turned back helplessly, "I was just worried that it would be inconvenient for you to change clothes at the Prime Minister's residence, so I packed two extra sets of clothes for you to change into."

Zhang Min: “…”

He quickly lowered his head, moved closer, hooked his little finger around hers, and shook it gently.

"My dear, I was wrong." He said sullenly, "I was too suspicious. I apologize."

What happened in the afternoon was also his fault.

Maybe it’s because rainy nights always make people’s thoughts hazy and their rationality flees.

She subconsciously followed up on this and said, "My husband's apology is just lip service?"

Zhang Min raised his eyes and blinked.

He looked at his wife, trying to determine the limits of this sentence that would allow him to do whatever he wanted.

But before he could figure out anything, his heartbeat was like a drum, banging in his ears, and his ring finger twitched uncontrollably, and the pale blue veins immediately tensed and throbbed.

He reacted.

"Um..." Zhang Min turned around suddenly and tugged at his robe. "I'm going to rinse my mouth and wash my hands. I'll also boil some hot water."

After returning home, Ye Jindian read A'niang's letter three times. Her head felt dizzy and she couldn't understand what she had read. She just lay down on the couch and pieced together in her mind what A'niang had seen along the way.

As she was trying so hard, she almost fell asleep.

Until she felt a warm sensation on her cheek, waking her up.

When she opened her eyes, she was faced with a beautiful face that was slightly flushed.

so--

She realized belatedly that her husband had secretly kissed her.

She looked at the beauty under the light in a trance.

There was a drizzle outside the window, the wind blew the branches and leaves, swept across the eaves, and the crisp "ding-dong" sound of rain falling into the water tank could be heard.

Ye Jindian seemed to see ripples spreading on the water surface.

Zhang Min felt extremely guilty after being looked at like that.

His eyes drifted away and he took two steps back: "I, I'll go turn off the lights."

Ye Jindian reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

"call--"

The cold wind blowing into the house extinguished the oil lamp.

The rainy night was too dark and he couldn't see his wife's face clearly.

"The lights are out." Ye Jindian gently tugged at his sleeve.

Zhang Min fell down, supported the person with his hands, and finally saw the pair of curved peach blossom eyes clearly.

My wife is not angry!!

He couldn't help himself and kissed her lips again and again.

He asked hoarsely, "What are you laughing at, my lady?"

Ye Jindian stretched out her hand to twirl his soft long hair that fell on her chest, and raised her other hand from the quilt, placed it on her tight waist, and then moved down.

"Well, my lady—"

Zhang Min reached out and held her wrist.

Ye Jindian used his hair to gently tickle his cheek: "I'm laughing. My husband is hard everywhere, especially his mouth."

In the dark night, the face of the person against the backlight is unclear, and only the red ears can be seen in the dim light.

Zhang Min thought, the words "my home" really sounded nice.

"My lady, please don't test me." His voice became even hoarse. He lowered his head, placed the tip of his nose against her neck, and took a deep breath. "Not tonight. I have to leave early tomorrow, leaving you to wake up alone, without anyone to see... This is not good."

Don’t remind me of the loss of not seeing anyone.

If she feels unwell at all, who will take care of her?

Ye Jindian was stunned.

Zhang Min had already raised his hands and kissed her on the forehead.

"Besides," he rubbed her cheek gently with his thumb and whispered, "Didn't we agree that I would make amends? If that's the case, how dare I let you suffer so much?"

He lowered his head and gently exchanged moist breath with her.

The fragrance of peach blossoms and apricot blossoms intertwined, lingering and emitting a strong floral aroma that filled the bed.

Then he knelt down.

The rainy night was dim, and everything was reduced to a black silhouette. Only the dim light through the window screen revealed the intertwining shadows of the trees.

A thin layer of sweat gradually formed on her body. She couldn't help but raise her foot to step on him, wanting to kick him away. He grabbed her ankle with his backhand and raised his head: "What's wrong?"

Ye Jindian opened her mouth, but couldn't speak.

A gust of wind blew outside, making the windows rattle. Turning my head to look, I could vaguely see the rain getting heavier, hitting the window screen, soaking it and leaving tiny streaks of water.

A layer of mist also appeared in the room.

Zhang Min raised her damp palm that was gripping the quilt, rubbed it on her cheek, and then moved it down.

The slightly cold room gradually became stuffy.

The turbid and sticky smell invaded Ye Jindian's every breath.

"call--"

The strong wind blew the branches against the window screen.

The water pouring down from the eaves gathered into a small stream and flowed down the window.

After a while, the strong wind stopped.

Zhang Min lit the oil lamp, lay down beside the bed, wiped her pearly cheeks, and brushed away the soft hair that was stuck to her violently heaving neck.

"My wife—"

He called her softly, his voice unnaturally tender.

Ye Jindian turned her head and met a pair of dark eyes. She saw the water light shining on them, reflecting the orange firelight and her.

She raised her hand and touched his eyes.

If those eyes hadn't deceived her, then the depth of his love was truly terrifying. Like a mountain hidden in the vast ocean, at first glance it's just a speck of sand, but once a dragon has lurked, it can rise from the ground overnight.

The fingertips with light calluses gently brushed across his eyebrows.

Just now, there was a violent storm outside the window, and her heart also went through a rainstorm, sweeping away all the hidden and unknown dust and fog.

She curled the corners of her lips and responded softly, "Yeah."

Zhang Min also curled the corners of his lips.

Ye Jindian felt a little sleepy, and half-opened her eyes to look at his wet lapel and chin.

The sleeve of one of his hands slipped down to his elbow, and traces of water slowly slid down between the rugged and undulating bones of his wrist.

That is...

Ye Jindian's heartbeat, which had just calmed down, started pounding again, making her ears buzz.

Seeing her staring at him, Zhang Min tilted his head, moved closer, and licked away the marks.

"Buzz—"

The ringing sound in Ye Jindian's ears went straight to the top of his head.