Chapter 37 The Road in the Torrential Rain: "What medicine?"

How can he still laugh?

"How could you..." Zhu Qing began to speak, but rainwater flew into her mouth, choking her. An umbrella was held over her head, instantly blocking the torrential rain.

Zhu Qing looked up and saw Feng Huaihe walk closer and hold the umbrella high above her head.

He was tall, so even when she was riding on the head of a tall horse, he could easily hold an umbrella for her.

"Qingqing, you've made it too obvious. You should at least have waited a bit. I'm busy with household affairs, and I bet you wouldn't have let such a good opportunity slip by."

Feng Huaihe laughed as he spoke, "I thought you would have changed a bit after all this time, but I didn't expect you to still be so easy to guess."

The sound of rain pounding against the umbrella overhead muffled Feng Huaihe's voice, making it difficult for Zhu Qingming to hear clearly. However, the words were still very clear in her ears, causing her eardrums to ache.

She wasn't afraid of Feng Huaihe, but she was afraid of the consequences of being taken back by him.

She never intended to go back after she left.

Zhu Qing thought to herself, then slowly tightened her grip on the reins, glaring resentfully at Feng Huaihe.

Feng Huaihe raised his eyes slightly, meeting her resentful gaze, and said gently with a smile, "Before I get too angry, dismount and come here."

Zhu Qing snorted and gritted her teeth, saying, "You told me before not to even think about it, and now I'm telling you, you shouldn't even think about it either!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Qing gripped the reins tightly and lashed the whip sharply.

The horse neighed and charged into the rain ahead. Zhu Qing tried her best to sit still and avoid being jostled around by the fast-moving horse.

Zhu Qing considered many possibilities. Perhaps Feng Huaihe had someone lying in ambush ahead of her, or arranged for someone to chase after her. She decided that if that were the case, she would turn her horse around and rush into the dense forest on both sides of the road.

Heavy rains in dense forests can easily shake people off.

Sure enough, after running only a few dozen meters ahead, she saw a group of people guarding a carriage waiting in front of her. Zhu Qing suddenly pulled on the reins, wanting to rush into the dense forest, but in the instant she turned her horse around, she saw Feng Huaihe under the rain curtain raise a bow and arrow and draw it towards her.

Zhu Qing's heart skipped a beat!

That's what she feared most: angering Feng Huaihe, who would then shoot her dead with an arrow.

With a whoosh, the sound of wind breaking through the air mingled with the sound of rain as two arrows flew towards Zhu Qing, embedding themselves deeply into the horse's forelegs, one after the other.

With a cry of pain, the horse stumbled and fell, throwing Zhu Qing violently off its back.

Zhu Qing screamed in fright.

The expected pain did not come. Zhu Qing fell into a broad, warm embrace soaked by the rain. A familiar scent of ink wafted towards her. She was held and rolled around on the ground a few times before finally stopping on the man's body.

Feng Huaihe's umbrella fell to the side, perfectly shielding the two of them.

Zhu Qing finally felt stable, but her mouth was filled with muddy rain, mixed with a faint muddy taste. She spat twice, and was about to curse when suddenly a cold hand, chilled by the rain, touched the back of her neck.

That hand pressed her down hard, sealing her lips.

Before she could react, a slippery tongue invaded, gripping her tightly in a wet, hot, and deep kiss.

The smell of rainwater made her mouth feel very uncomfortable. Zhu Qing put her hands on Feng Huaihe's chest to resist, but the hand on the back of her neck was like a tight shackle, making her unable to move.

Feng Huaihe had never kissed her so fiercely before, biting and nibbling as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

"Ugh..." Zhu Qingkuai couldn't breathe, and a sound of resistance came from her throat. Feng Huaihe mercifully stepped back a little, and his voice was weakly drowned out by the sound of rain: "Can't you do it? Respond to me, and you can get oxygen from me and you can breathe."

After saying that, he didn't let Zhu Qing react, and pressed her down to kiss her deeply.

He seemed obsessed, enjoying this disheveled environment. The more chaotic it was, the more he wanted to possess Zhu Qing, as if he wanted to prove to someone that even if it was raining, or even if knives were falling from the sky, he would still want her.

The deep kiss was fierce and urgent, no longer giving Zhu Qing a chance to catch her breath. Zhu Qing couldn't breathe and was forced to respond to him.

The moment her tongue began to respond, Feng Huaihe trembled all over. After a half-second of stiffness, he suddenly hugged Zhu Qing tightly in his arms, holding her so tightly that her slender waist ached.

In such an environment, with such a deep and passionate kiss, Zhu Qing felt that this kiss was more insane than she had ever known in the first half of her life. She didn't know how long it lasted, but Feng Huaihe seemed to finally release her with satisfaction.

He gently pushed her up a little, and seeing that her eyes were wet and she couldn't open them, Feng Huaihe reached out his sleeve to wipe them for her.

Zhu Qing finally saw clearly, and she spat out a curse, "Have you no shame? You..."

"Don't worry, no one saw us, the umbrella is covering us."

Feng Huaihe said casually, kicked aside the umbrella beside him, picked up Zhu Qing in his arms, and glanced at the horse team not far away.

The horse caravan started moving, and after a few creaking sounds, the carriage stopped in front of Zhu Qing.

Feng Huaihe helped her into the carriage. Zhu Qing glanced at him and saw that the driver was Bao Fu, who was wearing a cloak to protect her from the wind and rain and had his head down, not daring to look at her.

As soon as Zhu Qing entered the carriage, she felt a wave of warmth wash over her, dispelling the chill of the rain.

The carriage creaked and groaned as it moved along.

Inside the car was a small tea table, where tea was being brewed, filling the space with its fragrant aroma.

On the cushion next to it, there was a clean dress.

As soon as Zhu Qing went upstairs, she sat far away from Feng Huaihe. Her lips were numb and sore. Looking at Feng Huaihe, who was making tea, she asked, "When did you find out?"

“From the moment you had Tian Jiuzhu tell me that you agreed.”

Zhu Qingwei was stunned. Did that mean her story ended right at the beginning?

Feng Huaihe pushed the brewed tea in front of Zhu Qing, glancing at her slightly reddened lips, "Drink some tea to soothe the mulberry leaves, have some snacks, and change your clothes."

Zhu Qing hadn't eaten a single grain of rice since waking up today, and was indeed feeling unwell. Without being coy, he picked up his tea and drank it all in one gulp, and then ate a few pieces of the tea snacks that Feng Huaihe had brought him.

Finally, I picked up the dry dress next to me.

Zhu Qing looked at Feng Huaihe hesitantly: "Change here?"

"Otherwise?" Feng Huaihe said, "If you don't want to, that's fine too, I can help you change it."

Zhu Qing clutched the dress tightly, her face pale from the cold rain, and asked Feng Huaihe, "Since you already knew, why did you let it go and deliberately play this game with me? Is it fun to play cat and mouse?"

Feng Huaihe reached out to her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her into his embrace. Zhu Qing had no strength to struggle anymore, so she could only let him use his fingers to open her clothes, hook his hand around her collarbone, and say with a smile, "Don't you think about it? I even killed Feng Ruling, why would I care about these empty rituals of burial and mourning?"

His gaze was fixed intently on the four-leaf clover on her collarbone. "I didn't touch you the other day just to make you think I would be observing mourning, and that I would give you a chance. I thought that giving you a little hope of leaving me, and then personally extinguishing that hope, would make you stay by my side more obediently."

As soon as he finished speaking, his hand slipped inside his clothes.

Zhu Qing let out a muffled groan, caught off guard.

He placed his other hand on her waist, gently kneading and rubbing it. "That night I tried my best to restrain myself; it was probably the greatest endurance I've ever shown in my life."

That night, he used his hands and tongue to completely overwhelm Zhu Qing. He probably didn't like her crying before, but that day, surprisingly, he liked her crying, liked her tears. When he licked them, they were a little salty and a little bitter, but they excited him.

Even in moments of extreme joy, tears can fall. Feng Huaihe found some comfort in this, for at least Zhu Qing was joyful during their time together in bed.

Finally, the day arrived. Everything was ready. Hopes that needed to be nipped in the bud had been nipped, and people who needed to be held onto had been held onto. Feng Huaihe didn't want to wait any longer.

He stripped Zhu Qing naked.

The carriage doors and curtains were pulled down tightly, preventing any wind or rain from getting in; the pattering rain drowned out any sounds inside the carriage.

Feng Huaihe pushed Zhu Qing down, rolled over and pinned her down. Zhu Qing was both scared and anxious, her delicate white hands pressing against his chest, "Wait, wait..."

Feng Huaihe frowned, looking at her with a puzzled expression.

Zhu Qing stammered, "Can...can we talk about it when we get back..." She was already incoherent.

Feng Huaihe reached out and patted her little bundle, laughing, "Of course not. Didn't I ask you to read storybooks? This is a test."

"..."

He took off his rain-soaked clothes, revealing his bare body with clearly defined shinbones. He looked slim in clothes but had a great physique underneath.

But Zhu Qing had no time to appreciate it. Zhu Qing frowned and said, "No, no, no, I... I'm not ready..."

Feng Huaihe was dissatisfied, knowing full well that it was just an excuse she had made up.

Feng Huaihe forcefully held her back, and Zhu Qing was so frightened that she dared not move.

As the rain pounded against the roof of the car, Feng Huaihe sank down rhythmically in sync with the sound of the rain.

Zhu Qing was so pained that tears welled up in her eyes.

But after a while, Zhu Qing's cheeks turned red, she became breathless, and she found it increasingly difficult to control herself, sobbing uncontrollably.

Feng Huaihe only allowed Zhu Qing to rest when the rain stopped and night was about to fall.

But Zhu Qing was unresponsive, oblivious to the world around him, his eyes vacant, truly a head completely empty of substance.

Feng Huaihe wiped away the tears on her face and poured her some hot tea. She was too unconscious to drink it, so he pried open her mouth and forced the tea down her throat.

Zhu Qing choked and finally regained consciousness.

But only a little bit.

Seeing that she was still in a daze, Feng Huaihe dressed her in dry clothes, then dressed himself and carried her off the carriage.

They were exhausted from the journey and went straight to Xihuatang.

Feng Huaihe carried her into the house and placed her in the hot spring.

The water was warm, and the person who took care of her while she bathed was gentle, so Zhu Qing drifted off to sleep peacefully.

When Zhu woke up, it was already late the next day.

After the rain, the air was filled with the fresh scent of fresh rain. As soon as Zhu Qing opened her eyes, she felt hot in her eyes, dry in her throat, and a little cold.

The temperature seemed to have dropped, so Zhu Qing pulled up the thin blanket and covered herself up tightly.

A sound of footsteps approached slowly outside. Zhu Qing looked over warily and saw Feng Huaihe strolling in leisurely, carrying a steaming bowl in his hand.

When Zhu Qing saw his face, she immediately remembered what had happened yesterday, and her face turned pale.

"Take your medicine." Feng Huaihe sat on the edge of the bed and handed her the bowl of medicine.

Zhu Qing asked, "What medicine?"

Feng Huaihe asked in surprise, "The one you usually drink?"

“I thought it was a contraceptive,” Zhu Qing said bluntly. “You seemed to have gotten it inside that day, didn’t you prepare any contraceptive?”

Feng Huaihe said softly, "No need to prepare. I have my own medicine."

"..." But haven't I heard that if a man takes contraceptives, it will affect his ability? Zhu Qing looked at him suspiciously.

Feng Huaihe noticed her gaze and frowned: "What are you thinking about?"