"Qingqing..."

Wen Qing slowly slid off the stool, squatted down next to Ji Yanjun, and softly called out, "Yanjun."

Ji Yanjun took a long time to calm down.

"Yanjun".

Ji Yanjun slowly raised his head.

Wen Qing saw again that Ji Yanjun's long, thick eyelashes were covered with a thin layer of tears. This man was rough, tough, a rogue, and a bit of a chauvinist, yet he cried like a child for her time and time again.

"Yanjun." Wen Qing withdrew her hand and wiped away his tears.

Ji Yanjun held her hand to his lips, then wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his embrace. The two knelt facing each other in the living room, embracing tightly. It seemed that they had a thousand words to say, but neither of them could utter them.

"Yanjun." Wen Qing broke the silence first.

Ji Yanjun had recovered his composure: "Mm."

Wen Qing said, "My legs went numb from kneeling."

Ji Yanjun immediately got up, carefully picked her up, rubbed her knees with his large hands, and tried to lift up her trouser leg to look at her knees.

Wen Qing stopped him, saying, "It's nothing, just a little numb, it's fine now."

Ji Yanjun looked at Wen Qing at this moment, and he didn't know what to say. Besides loving her, he also felt guilty and uneasy about her.

He felt guilty because, as her man, he hadn't fulfilled even the slightest responsibility.

He was worried that Wen Qing would abandon him.

"Aren't you going to cook?" Wen Qing asked.

Ji Yanjun was taken aback, then asked, "Qingqing, will you divorce me?"

Wen Qingwei paused for a moment, then shook her head: "Not for now."

"In the future?"

Wen Qing laughed: "If you don't love me, I will definitely get a divorce and find a man who loves me."

Ji Yanjun hugged Wen Qing tightly: "You'll never have that chance."

Wen Qing buried her face in Ji Yanjun's chest and laughed.

"I will always cherish you," Ji Yanjun said.

"Okay, I'll keep an eye on it." Wen Qing said with a smile, "When will your lunch be ready?"

Ji Yanjun then remembered the cooking, let go of Wen Qing, kissed her on the cheek, and said, "It'll be ready soon." Then he went into the kitchen.

A moment later, Ji Yanjun called out from the kitchen, "The food is ready."

Wen Qing put down her book, went into the kitchen to get chopsticks, and served the dishes.

"Just wash your hands and get your chopsticks, I'll serve the dishes too," Ji Yanjun said.

"Okay, sure."

So Wen Qing went into the kitchen simply to wash her hands, grab two pairs of chopsticks, and then sat down at the table to eat.

As usual, the food was light, and Wen Qing ate slowly and carefully. After the meal, Ji Yanjun washed the dishes, and Wen Qing walked around the rooms to aid digestion. Then she sat on the bed, picked up a book, and started reading in preparation for her afternoon nap.

Ji Yanjun tidied everything up, took a shower, dried his short hair with a towel, and sat on the bed.

Wen Qing looked at Ji Yanjun.

Ji Yanjun was dressed in naked bindings, revealing his tanned and powerful arms, which were quite eye-catching.

"Hot?" Wen Qing asked, otherwise why would he have taken off so many clothes? Speaking of which, it was already autumn in Nanzhou, and the air was cool and refreshing. At least Wen Qing couldn't feel the heat at all.

Ji Yanjun replied, "It's hot." Then he asked, "Are you hot?"

"It's not hot."

"Oh, move over a bit, I'm going to take a nap too," Ji Yanjun said.

Wen Qing sat down on the inside of the bed with her book in her arms, while Ji Yanjun sat on the outside of the bed next to her and asked, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"Sleep," Wen Qing said.

"Put that book aside, so it won't bother you." Ji Yanjun very considerately took the book from Wen Qing's hands and placed it on the bedside table.

Wen Qing: "...Thank you."

"polite."

"..."

Ji Yanjun stared straight at Wen Qing, who immediately lay down with her back to him. He then lay down as well, looking at Wen Qing's back, and softly called out, "Qingqing."

"What is it?" Wen Qing replied.

Ji Yanjun leaned closer, put his arm around Wen Qing's waist, and pulled her into his embrace, asking, "You just said that you won't get stomach cancer, is that true?"

"Yes, really," Wen Qing replied softly.

"How do you know you won't get it again?" Ji Yanjun asked.

Wen Qing turned around and looked at Ji Yanjun, saying, "Because I eat very regularly and healthily every day." She didn't tell him that the older version of her he saw in the snow that day was how she looked when she died in this life. As for why he could see it, perhaps it was an obsession, perhaps it was a distortion of time and space, perhaps it was because he was moved by the heavens. In short, she couldn't explain it.

But Ji Yanjun was still worried: "Let's go get checked again in a couple of days."

"good."

"We'll go check it every now and then."

"good."

"We'll go abroad once your life in Fengqing is stable."

"Well... that's fine for now," Wen Qing agreed with a smile, then said, "Let's go to sleep." She was a little sleepy.

Ji Yanjun, however, stared straight at her.

"What are you looking at?" she asked.

"You don't have class this afternoon."

"Then what?"

"You are in good health now."

"Anything else?"

"The bridal chamber yesterday didn't even have a hole."

"so?"

“So… now I… want…” Ji Yanjun stared intently at Wen Qing, who immediately sat up: “In broad daylight…”

As Wen Qing sat up, she threw off the blanket, got out of bed, and prepared to sleep in another room. However, Ji Yanjun stretched out his long arm, grabbed Wen Qing's waist, and pulled her onto the bed.

Wen Qing knew Ji Yanjun's physical strength well. Putting aside his physical strength, just look at that thing three inches below his navel, it's quite big. The first time she did it with him, he couldn't control himself, and she was in so much pain that she couldn't get out of bed.

Although she was reborn, she is still young.

"Ah!" Wen Qing exclaimed softly and fell onto the bed.

Ji Yanjun was already on top of her.

Wen Qing immediately struggled: "Ji Yanjun, I'm still young, I'm still young, have you forgotten how you hurt me last time?"

“That was the first time I was inexperienced, but this time it’s different,” Ji Yanjun said.

"I have class tomorrow!"

"I'll be gentle this afternoon." As soon as Ji Yanjun finished speaking, he kissed Wen Qing's lips, pressed Wen Qing's wrists against the top of her head with one hand, and tugged at Wen Qing's clothes restlessly with the other hand, panting heavily, his actions quite rough.

With a "rip", Wen Qing's clothes were torn by him.

Damn it! This man is a beast! A scoundrel!

Oh shit!

Oh shit!

Wen Qing cursed inwardly, kicking her legs, but Ji Yanjun easily pinned them down, his hot kisses moving from her lips to her chin, then to her collarbone, her chest, lingering there.

Wen Qing trembled all over.

"Qingqing, do you like it?" Ji Yanjun asked.

Wen Qing had no strength left to struggle. Wherever Ji Yanjun's hands touched, they ignited a fire, which went straight to her lower body. Suddenly, her lower body felt cold as her panties were pulled down. Almost instantly, his palms touched her and then probed inside.

Wen Qing couldn't help but let out a soft cry. Ji Yanjun's heart trembled, as if he was inspired by her charming voice, and his attack became even more ferocious.

"Qingqing." He wrapped one arm around Wen Qingguang's bare waist and teased her with the other.

"Yanjun, stop." Wen Qing said weakly, her arms wrapped around his neck.

When Ji Yanjun looked down, he saw Wen Qing's fair and tender body, with beautiful curves and extremely alluring. His blood surged instantly, and he almost had a nosebleed. He had been desperately telling himself to be gentle, but all of that collapsed at this moment.

"Qingqing, spread your legs a little wider." His voice was tense. Before Wenqing could react, he had already grabbed her slender legs, wrapped them around his waist, and quickly pulled down his underwear. He didn't even have time to take it off, so he tested the moisture level of Wenqing's underwear before helping himself to enter her.

A powerful sense of fulfillment swept over them in that instant, and the two were in a state of intense pleasure for a full ten seconds. Then Wen Qing screamed, and Ji Yanjun let out a sigh of relief, followed by a full-scale attack.

"Ji Yanjun!" Wen Qing called out.

"Qingqing, wife, bear with it, I really can't take it anymore." Ji Yanjun grabbed Wen Qing's slender waist and thrust into her forcefully.

Wen Qing could only endure the impacts without being able to resist at all, and gradually a strange tingling sensation made her succumb. Even so, Ji Yanjun was still not satisfied. He reached out and scooped Wen Qing up, squeezing her against the headboard as he moved, and said in a hoarse voice, "Qingqing, don't be so tight."

"You shameless bastard!" Wen Qing cursed.

"Wife, go ahead and curse, yell a couple more times, you can yell louder, I like to hear it." Ji Yanjun lifted Wen Qing's two slender, fair legs and placed them on his shoulders, his movements quick and steady. Gradually, Wen Qing stopped cursing and started yelling.

When Ji Yanjun reached his peak, he lightly bit Wen Qing's calf. Wen Qing let out a soft cry and her lower body tightened. After Ji Yanjun let out a low moan, he thrust even more forcefully.

"Yanjun, Yanjun, be gentle, be gentle." Wen Qing suddenly felt a white blur before her eyes.

At the same time, Ji Yanjun tensed up, pulled himself out at the last moment, pressed against Wen Qing's abdomen, and ejaculated, then lay comfortably on Wen Qing's body.

Wen Qing had already lost all her strength and lay limp on the bed.

"Qingqing..." Ji Yanjun called softly, reaching out to brush the sweat-dampened strands of hair from her forehead.

Wen Qing gave a soft "hmm".

Are you feeling unwell?

"I don't feel uncomfortable."

Does it hurt?

"It doesn't hurt."

"Let's do it again."

"roll!"

"..."

So Ji Yanjun got up and went to the bathroom to get warm water to wash Wen Qing. The key point is that he was completely naked and walking around the room, and his thing was still hard.

"Can you wear clothes?" Wen Qing asked.

"I'll wear it if you do it one more time, otherwise I won't."

"Have you no shame?"

"don't want."

Wen Qing: "..."

One afternoon, Wen Qing felt that shameless guy behind her moving around. She had no choice but to turn over and kiss him. Then he started doing shameless things.

After it was all over, Wen Qing was finally able to go to sleep.

When Wen Qing woke up, the setting sun was already shining into the bedroom. Wen Qing was a little thirsty. As soon as she sat up, she saw a glass of warm water on the bedside table, still steaming.

It was Ji Yanjun who placed it.

With a smile on her lips, Wen Qing finished her tea and got out of bed. As soon as she got out of bed, she felt a little pain in her calves. She didn't look at it closely and went to the bathroom. When she came out of the bathroom, she saw Ji Yanjun wearing an apron and cooking in the kitchen.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, as if he were surrounded by a soft halo, making him exceptionally handsome and beautiful, so much so that she couldn't take her eyes off him.

"Qingqing, are you looking at me?" Ji Yanjun asked, turning his head while holding a spatula.

Wen Qing quickly lowered her head to deny it, but as she did so, she noticed red marks on her calves. No wonder it hurt a little. She turned her head to take a closer look and saw red marks on both calves and feet.

simply……

Wen Qing turned around and faced Ji Yanjun sideways, saying, "Look at my calves!"

Ji Yanjun glanced at it.

Wen Qing asked, "Did you see that?!"

Ji Yanjun scratched his head, feeling extremely guilty.

"What's wrong with you! Why did you bite my leg?" Wen Qing questioned.

Ji Yanjun said, "It wasn't biting, it was sucking. You were sucking me too hard, and I couldn't help it..."

"Shut up!" Wen Qing's face flushed, and she turned and walked into the living room.

A moment later, Ji Yanjun also came out, went to the bedroom to get a bottle of medicine, picked up a small stool, sat down next to Wen Qing, put her legs on his own and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It didn't hurt much." Wen Qing couldn't resist his occasional gentleness.

Ji Yanjun glanced at the red mark and said, "I'll be gentler next time."

Does "..." mean you're not going to stop it, but rather continue like this?

He did indeed take it easy that night, so the next morning, Wen Qing had to wear long sleeves and pants to school.

Ji Yanjun offered to take her to the school gate, but she refused and insisted on going to school herself.

While Wen Qing was in class, Ji Yanjun went to work at the company. At noon, he would arrive at the school gate right on time to wait for Wen Qing to get off work, and then they would go home together.

Wen Qing also applied to Teacher Zhao to skip evening self-study and then made clothes at home. The difference was that Ji Yanjun was always by her side, urging her to go to bed early, not to stay up late, and not to eat random things.

Wen Qing strictly abided by the rules.

The day of returning to the bride's parents' home soon arrived, which happened to fall on a Saturday afternoon. Ji Yanjun waited early at the gate of Nanzhou No. 1 Middle School.

Wen Qing ran over carrying her books.

"The temperature has dropped a lot today, are you cold?" Ji Yanjun asked.

"I'm not cold, but I'm a little hungry," Wen Qing said.

"I'll cook for you when I get home."

"Can I buy some snacks on the way? I'll have something to eat first," Wen Qing asked.

"No." Ji Yanjun said with a straight face, and took the book from Wen Qing's arms.

Wen Qing casually took his arm: "If you can't, you can't. Why are you making that face?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Yanjun laughed: "You won't listen if I don't give you a hard time."

Wen Qing didn't dare to hold his arm for too long in public. Although they were husband and wife, it still didn't look good in this era.

"Brother!" Ji Ningzhi's voice came from behind.

Wen Qing and Ji Yan both turned around at the same time and saw Ji Ningzhi walking over with an unhappy expression: "Brother!"

"Ningzhi, what's wrong?" Ji Yanjun asked.

“I have no money left,” Ji Ningzhi said.

Ji Yanjun turned to look at Wen Qing, who smiled but remained silent.

Ji Yanjun asked, "And then?"

“Give me a hundred yuan, I want to go home for the weekend,” Ji Ningzhi said.

"A hundred yuan for a weekend?" Ji Yanjun asked.

"I've already started school, and my parents haven't even thought about my living expenses besides giving me tuition!" Ji Ningzhi said aggrievedly.

"Where have you been eating these past few days?" Ji Yanjun asked.

"The cafeteria," Ji Ningzhi replied.

"Whose money?"

"My own."

"Who gave it to you?"

"Given by my parents."

Then Ji Yanjun fell silent. Just now he said that his parents hadn't considered her living expenses, but now he said that the money for the meals in the cafeteria was given by his parents. Ji Ningzhi's tricks have always been low-class.

“But I don’t even have the money for the trip home!” Ji Ningzhi said, stamping her foot.

Ji Yanjun asked Wen Qing, "Qingqing, how much does it cost to get to the county town from here?"

Five cents.

Ji Yanjun then asked, "Do you have any money on you?"

“Give Ningzhi a dime so she can take a bus home.”

"One cent is too little, give her a dollar." As she spoke, Wen Qing opened her schoolbag to find a dollar.

“One yuan is too much; if we give her too much, she’ll just squander it,” Ji Yanjun said.

Feeling insulted, especially by Wen Qing, Ji Ningzhi immediately tearfully accused Ji Yanjun: "Brother! You've gone too far!"

After saying that, Ji Ningzhi ran away crying.

Wen Qing was taken aback and turned to look at Ji Yanjun.

Ji Yanjun took Wen Qing's hand and said, "She's spoiled. Let's go home."

"Mm." Wen Qing nodded.

The two were not upset by Ji Ningzhi's meddling.

Back home, Wen Qing continued to draw and make clothes as usual, while Ji Yanjun either read books or made phone calls to arrange work matters, always keeping Wen Qing within his sight.

The next day, Wen Qing and Ji Yanjun were to return to their parents' home. They got up early and bought many gifts in Nanzhou City. Ji Yanjun then drove directly to Shuiwan Village, drawing envy from the villagers who praised Wen Qing and Ji Yanjun, saying they were wealthy. Many even said Wen Qing was lucky.

Wen Qing listened with a smile.

Upon seeing Yao Shiling, Wen Liang, and Wen Peng again, Wen Qing felt an overwhelming sense of warmth, and her eyes welled up with tears.

However, this situation seems perfectly normal to everyone. After all, once a daughter is married, she becomes part of another family and is closer to her maternal family.

"Mom," Wen Qing called out, her heart aching as she thought of the pain Yao Shiling endured when she passed away in her previous life.

"Look at you, you've become like a child just because you got married. Your eyes are watering as soon as you see your mother," Yao Shiling said with a smile.

Wen Qing didn't stop crying; instead, she leaned on Yao Shiling's shoulder and said, "Mom, I miss you." She really, really missed you.

One sentence brought tears to Yao Shiling's eyes. She patted Wen Qing and said with a smile, "It's so close. You can come back whenever you want. What are you thinking?"

“That’s right, big sister. Brother-in-law even has a car. He’ll be back so fast, even faster than I get home from school!” Wen Peng said from the side.

Wen Qing laughed, reached out and patted Wen Peng's head, saying, "Yes, you're right about everything."

Wen Liang glanced at Ji Yanjun, then at his own sister. Seeing that his sister had a rosy complexion and bright eyes, he figured she was doing well, and his prejudice against Ji Yanjun lessened a bit.

Wen Qing and Ji Yanjun did not stay in Shuiwan Village for long, but Ji Yanjun cooked the meals. He cooked them himself, so he felt at ease letting Wen Qing eat them.

Unable to win the argument with Ji Yanjun, Yao Shiling pulled Wen Qing into the east room and asked, "Have you really separated from his parents?"

"Yeah, we broke up."

"His mother didn't make a scene?"

“It caused a commotion, but he didn’t tell me to get involved, so I left it to him.”

"Sigh, she's his mother after all. Don't go against her, or you'll get nowhere."

Wen Qing smiled and said, "Mom, I know."

"Separating the family is better; it saves us trouble." Yao Shiling thought for a moment, then asked, "Are you still planning to continue your studies?"

“Yes, I’ll go to school, and I’ll open my own clothing store too,” Wen Qing said.

"Then what about your child?"

"Child? Where did this child come from?" Wen Qing asked.

"If you get married, won't you want to have children?" Yao Shiling asked.

"...Wait two more years."

"What if she's pregnant?" Yao Shiling asked.

Wen Qing was quite shy about discussing such matters with her mother, and Ji Yanjun didn't seem to want children for the time being, since he always had external intercourse. However, she didn't tell Yao Shiling about it, but said, "If I get pregnant, I'll keep it. We can talk about other things later."

“We need to plan this out early,” Yao Shiling said. “If his mother doesn’t want to help you take care of the baby, I will help you take care of the baby after you give birth. Anyway, Wenliang and Wenpeng are older now and they can do farm work. It would be too much trouble for me to take care of a child, and it won’t interfere with your college entrance exam.”

There really is no one better than a mother in this world. Wen Qing put her arm around Yao Shiling's shoulder and said, "Okay, okay, I'll let you take care of the baby after I give birth, alright?"

"Mmm." Yao Shiling was happy.

On the way back, Wen Qing asked Ji Yanjun if he wanted to visit the Ji family. Ji Yanjun said he would come back after the holiday, so the two went directly to Nanyuan Community in Nanzhou.

Back home, Wen Qing and Ji Yanjun talked about the child.

"You want it?" Ji Yanjun asked.

Wen Qing: "I'm asking you a question."

As Ji Yanjun poured water for Wen Qing, he said, "I don't want it."

"Why?"

“You’re still young, wait a little longer,” Ji Yanjun said.

"How much longer?" Wen Qing asked. "Actually, I really like children, I really, really like them."

Ji Yanjun was taken aback by Wen Qing's words, which reminded him of his first child with Wen Qing in his previous life. Wen Qing also guessed that he was thinking of this, and came over to take his hand and said, "Then let's wait two more years, until things are more stable, before having a child."

"Mm." Ji Yanjun nodded.

Seeing that he seemed to be still immersed in the past, Wen Qing stood on tiptoe and kissed the corner of his mouth. His lips immediately curved up, and he naturally reached out to wrap his arms around her slender waist and kissed her lips.

For a long time afterward, Wen Qing and Ji Yanjun had nothing but each other in their eyes and their respective careers. Wen Qing remained exceptionally talented; every piece of clothing she created was widely recognized, and with Ji Yanjun's help, Feng Qing's development accelerated far beyond what she had experienced in her previous life.

At this moment, Liang Wenhua became restless again, focusing all his attention on Wen Qing's belly. They had been married for so long, why was there no sign of pregnancy?