Chapter 58 Chapter 58 Lecher!

She fell to the ground in a mess, but the people inside were laughing.

He tried to hide it at first, but later on he laughed without any scruples.

hateful!

Nan Xu tapped the ground lightly, stood up and clapped his hands, then turned his eyes and saw the clothes hanging on the hanger at the door.

She tiptoed over, slowly tore off the clothes and rolled them into a ball, holding them in her arms like a thief, and ran out as if escaping.

Nan Xu couldn't help but see his strong shoulder blades out of the corner of her eye. She swallowed her saliva and felt a little proud.

I told you to laugh at me, let’s see how you’ll come out of the shower later.

The water in the wooden barrel rippled slightly, like a not-so-smooth bronze mirror, reflecting the 'sneaky' look of the woman behind him. Duan Wenpei shook his head in amusement, and cooperated very well to appreciate her cautious movements.

Seeing that she was about to succeed, Duan Wenpei suddenly called out to her, "Nan Xu!"

The woman paused and subconsciously turned around, only to see a pair of slender and powerful legs stepping out of the half-person-high bathtub.

Nan Xu's heart was pounding, her feet seemed to be fixed, and her sight was a little vague, moving all the way up from her ankles. She knew that she should not look at anything inappropriate, but her eyes would not listen to her and were about to glance at the key part mentioned in the book.

Suddenly something came towards her. She dodged subconsciously, but half of the thing still landed on her shoulder.

It was a slightly larger sweat towel, still damp with moisture.

Nan Xu was stunned for a moment, then realized that it was the cloth Duan Wenpei used to wipe his body. She frowned slightly and reached out to pull it away, but unexpectedly someone was quicker than her and used the other half of the cloth to cover her face.

"I haven't used it. It's clean, just stained with moisture from my hands." Nan Xu paused and refused to listen. Duan Wenpei just grabbed her hand.

"I'm not wearing any clothes right now. If Ah Xu wants to see it, that's fine. But I'd be a little embarrassed."

Nanxu: ...

Will he be embarrassed?

Isn't this the opposite of what you said?

She bit her lower lip, and in her heart she was already thinking about the "villain" named Duan Wenpei over and over again.

It’s so bullying!

She didn't know when it started, but this man always managed to touch upon her soft spot with just a few words, just like now, she could feel her arms become empty, and heard the rustling sound of someone getting dressed in front of her.

From the moment she took his clothes, she had never escaped his sight, and now he was taking advantage of his inappropriate nature to take advantage of her.

Humph! She wanted to see how embarrassed he was!

Nan Xu pulled off the sweat towel from her face and squinted her eyes to look over. There was steam rising in front of her eyes. Apart from the water stains on the ground and the empty bathtub, there was no sign of a person.

Nan Xu clenched the towel in her hand, then clenched it tighter, rolled it into a ball in a fit of anger, and threw it into the bathtub with force, just like when she stole Duan Wenpei's clothes before.

With a "splash", a splash of water half a person's height rose in the bathtub.

Duan Wenpei was letting his hair down as he took a sip of the tea handed to him by the maid. When he heard a sound, he loosened his grip without noticing and the teacup fell to the ground.

He looked at the tea spilled on his fingers and said the word "hot" lightly. The maid watched him stride towards the flower hall and squatted down to clean up, not knowing why.

The tea is clearly warm, why is it scalding?

*

"Master, please eat more. I specially asked the kitchen to make this."

Nan Xu picked up a piece of spicy stir-fried beef with chopsticks and put it into his bowl, then smiled and asked Duan Wenpei to eat it.

This dish was something she had just added to the kitchen after she came out of the ear room. The chili peppers were bright red and fragrant. Even though they were halfway across the table, Duan Wenpei could still smell the pungent spicy smell and the hot steam from the wok.

He watched Nan Xu eat without picking up his chopsticks.

Nan Xu blinked, "What's wrong? Uncle, do you not like it or do you think it's too hot?"

Duan Wenpei understood that this was a retort to his initial attempt to cover up his statement that the tea was hot.

Being stared at by her like this, a part of his heart softened. He picked up his chopsticks, picked up some and put it in his mouth, and replied to her ambiguously, "Not bad, it's rare that Ah Xu is thoughtful, and it's quite to my taste." As he said that, he picked up the teacup beside him and took a sip calmly.

Nan Xu pretended not to notice his movements and continued to put food into his bowl. "I heard that Shu cuisine is most delicious when it's cooked and eaten right away. If you like it, please eat more."

His tongue was numb from the food he had just eaten with chopsticks. He liked spicy food but didn't like burning his mouth.

Duan Wenpei's mouth twitched, and he naturally grasped Nan Xu's wrist, which was still reaching out. "Okay, I was wrong."

Nan Xu curled her lips in displeasure. Are you going to give up already?

She raised her head and pointed at him with her chin, "What's wrong?"

Duan Wenpei thought for a moment and said, "I shouldn't have let you watch it. How about this, next time we take a bath, let Ah Xu watch it to his heart's content?"

Nan Xu slapped his hand away, glared at him, and cursed him through her teeth, "Lecher!"

"You and I are husband and wife, this is not called a lecher; besides, it was Ah Xu who wanted to see it, so this lecher cannot befall me." He looked at her and did not let go. His deep eyes became deeper and deeper, like a deep pool that can suck people in.

Nan Xu lowered her eyes and almost retorted, "We are not a real couple."

She spoke calmly, without any resentment or accusation, but with the calmness of telling the truth.

Duan Wenpei felt the delicate skin in his hands and wanted to find her eyes, but he only saw long eyelashes fluttering up and down like butterfly wings, and the light and shadow of the candlelight fell on them like a spreading Milky Way.

"Nan Xu." He called.

Nan Xu looked up at him.

"I've changed my mind."

Nan Xu looked puzzled.

"I want to take back the divorce papers." He said it seriously and sincerely. Nan Xu glanced sideways, not daring to look at him.

"Why?"

Duan Wenpei squeezed her wrist, then let go with a smile, "Ah Xu, you're so smart, you understand what I mean."

The warmth on her wrist was still there, and Nan Xu covered it with her other hand, almost with longing. She rubbed it like him, "I don't understand, Duan Wenpei, I really don't understand."

I don't know whether what I'm saying now is sincere or false.

I don't understand what role he and she play in this heaven-sent marriage.

She had been married to him for so long, but she actually didn't know him very well.

There were rumors that he was cold-blooded and bloodthirsty. She saw it and sometimes even absurdly thought that those people deserved to be killed; her sister-in-law said that he was a good man comparable to Li Zhan, but didn't Li Zhan also marry the queen if he wanted to?; her mother said that he was a big tree that she could climb, and asked her to hold on tightly and win his favor, but didn't her mother also marry a father who almost favored his concubine over his wife?

True love seemed to have become a thorn in Nan Xu's heart. She might forget it occasionally and not care about it, but she would never believe it casually.

*

In the second half of dinner, both of them had no appetite.

Nan Xu ate two bites and stopped eating. Seeing her put down her bowl and chopsticks, Duan Wenpei also put down his chopsticks.

The maids brought tea for rinsing mouths. While rinsing his mouth, Duan Wenpei glanced at Nan Xu, but got no response from her.

He sighed inwardly, knowing that there were some things he might have to say himself.

But, he couldn't say it now...

Liu Hui thought that his two masters would go to bed early tonight. He yawned and waited for the lights in the main room to be turned off. After waiting for a long time, he waited for Duan Wenpei to show up.

He stared blankly at Duan Wenpei walking past him and going straight to the study room that had just been cleaned up today, his mouth wide open enough to fit two steamed buns.

He quickly chased after him and said in disbelief, "Master, you don't have any official business to attend to tonight, do you?"

Duan Wenpei said "hmm" and kept walking.

Liu Hui observed his grandfather's expression. Fortunately, he was neither angry nor angry, and there was no quarrel.

He probed, "Those official duties aren't anything serious. We were busy all night last night, and we've been stuck in the palace for so long today. I heard from Yuxiang that Madam was at the Yin Residence, nagging and pleading all day. It's late now, why don't you and Madam go to bed early?"

When Duan Wenpei heard Nan Xu's words in Yin Mansion, he paused for a moment, but then walked forward again, as if everything that had just happened was just a blunder of Liu Hui's.

"I can't sleep. If you're tired, go and rest. You don't need to wait here."

The study is just around the corner.

To be honest, the person in charge is quite a good person. Although Jingyuan is large, the main courtyard is not. The study is located in the wing next to the main courtyard. When people sit in it, they can see most of the main courtyard just by looking up slightly.

As soon as Duan Wenpei finished speaking, the lights in the main courtyard went out as if by appointment.

Liu Hui's eyes twitched as he watched, and he thought to himself, my lady, why are you pushing away this man who came right to your door?

No matter how good his words were, he couldn't stand up to his wife's actions, which made him angry.

Sure enough, Duan Wenpei glanced towards the main courtyard, snorted coldly, and walked into the study. Liu Hui was about to follow him in, but was blocked outside by the study door that Duan Wenpei closed casually.

He touched his hurt nose and felt so sad that he couldn't even cry.

*

In the inner room, Nan Xu stared at the room which had suddenly become dark, lost in thought.

Didn't you say you were staying in Jingyuan? So this is how you stay!

It was just moving his study to Jingyuan; it was just having a meal together.

He didn't say a single unnecessary word or look.

Then why was he saying those things in the hall?

Just to give her a little more anticipation?

Nan Xu shook her head, thinking that Duan Wenpei was a really weird and awkward person.

She bent her legs, buried her face in the quilt and fell into a deep sleep.

The wind rushed in from the window, blowing up the bed curtains and lifting the light veil that hung to the ground, like a pair of gentle hands brushing the crystal eyes of the woman in the bed.

Not long after, the light in the study went out.

Nanny Jiang and Chunya Yuxiang met the dejected Liu Hui at the corner of the corridor.

Several people looked at each other and waved their hands helplessly.

Well, these two masters can torture me as much as they want!

*

In the princess's mansion, Princess Jingyi had already thrown everything that could be thrown.

The palace maids and eunuchs did not dare to persuade her, so they could only send someone to call Master Zhang who lived in the West Garden.

Young Master Zhang has a name, but no one dares to call him, because he is the entertainer that Princess Jingyi keeps by her side to entertain herself.

This musician is different from the musicians in the singing hall.

Not only does he compose music for the princess in his spare time, he also knows some skills in bed.

Sure enough, not long after Master Zhang entered, they heard heavier and heavier breathing sounds coming from the inner room, and the palace servants all breathed a sigh of relief.

Master Zhang still has a solution.

Master Zhang, who was serving diligently, felt a sinking sensation in his throat and groaned, and sank into the clouds with Princess Jingyi, who was lying on him.

This process lasted for about half an incense stick of time before Princess Jingyi got up contentedly and leaned back on the cushions on the couch to rest.

She lazily kicked Master Zhang's leg and asked, "Don't just work hard here. How's that man from the Zhao family in the backyard?"

Young Master Zhao didn't dare to neglect him and quickly got up and replied, "Princess, are you talking about Zhao Huaijue? Fortunately, although he was badly burned, he survived."