Shen Qing tensed up and immediately looked at Cheng Zhiwen: "How is it? Has anyone come in?"
Cheng Zhiwen remained calm: "At that time, Ziyan and the other two maids were guarding outside the door and did not see anyone enter the room."
"Has no one entered the house?" Shen Qing immediately looked out the window.
Cheng Zhiwen knew what she suspected and said, "I have checked the doors and windows and there are no signs of forced entry."
"But I clearly heard a sound..." Shen Qing murmured, "Was I hallucinating?"
"It's alright, there are maids watching at the door, and He Fei and the others are guarding the back."
Shen Qing nodded without saying anything, wiping her hair with a heavy heart.
She wore a champagne-colored silk nightgown, with a soft, smooth silk robe covering her shapely body.
The exposed skin at the neckline was fair and delicate.
Below the neckline, the breasts, bound by the bra, appeared fuller and more concentrated than before.
Cheng Zhiwen swallowed hard and restrained herself from looking away: "It's okay, don't be afraid. I'll sleep in this room tonight too, I'll be here."
Shen Qing stopped drying her hair, thought for a moment, and looked at Cheng Zhiwen.
"So what we're talking about now is—in front of your family, you need to play the role of a husband..."
Realizing she had used the wrong words, Shen Qing immediately corrected herself: "Are we going to play lovers?"
Cheng Zhiwen has a wife and fiancée, so it is inappropriate for her to refer to their relationship as "husband and wife".
Although it was possible to have multiple wives and concubines in this era, the existence of concubines was also legal.
“Yes, we’ll be playing husband and wife.” Cheng Zhiwen looked at the four-poster bed behind the sofa: “Are you against me sleeping in the same bed with you?”
Shen Qing didn't say anything.
To be honest, she wasn't opposed to it, but she didn't really want to sleep with Cheng Zhiwen either.
When a man and a woman sleep in the same bed for a long time, things will inevitably get out of control.
She didn't have those kinds of feelings for Cheng Zhiwen, and her current situation wasn't suitable for it either.
"How about I sleep on the sofa?" Shen Qing said softly, too embarrassed to look at Cheng Zhiwen's face. "You can sleep on the bed."
She made it clear to Cheng Zhiwen that she minded.
Cheng Zhiwen gave a self-deprecating smile and stood up: "I'm going to take a shower, you rest first."
"good."
Ziyan then led several maids in to help Cheng Zhiwen change the hot water.
Shen Qing sat on the sofa drying her hair and glanced at the bed.
There's only one blanket. If she sleeps on the sofa, what will she use to cover herself with at night?
Winter is coming soon, and in Yongzhou, winter temperatures can sometimes drop below freezing. Sleeping on the sofa wrapped in a blanket would make you sick...
Shen Qing sighed, hung the towel on the clothes rack, walked to the bedside, and picked up the blanket that Cheng Zhiwen had used last night.
She went back to the sofa, spread out a blanket, and crawled inside.
As soon as I lay down, my back and pelvis started to ache from the pressure.
The sofa was too hard, and she was too thin.
With difficulty, I turned over, found a slightly more comfortable sleeping position, and closed my eyes.
The sound of running water filled the bathroom as Cheng Zhiwen took a shower.
Shen Qing was exhausted after two days of running around, and drifted off to sleep to the sound of the water.
The more I slept, the colder I felt, so I clutched the thin blanket tighter.
So when Cheng Zhiwen came out of the shower, this was the scene she saw—
Shen Qing huddled like a quail in the thin blanket he had used the night before.
That blanket was actually meant to decorate the bedding. Shen Qing gave it to him to cover himself with the night before, and he woke up cold in the middle of the night. When he got up in the morning, his nose was running.
It's even colder tonight than the night before, and if she sleeps here like this, she'll get sick.
Cheng Zhiwen recalled that five years ago, Shen Qing went to Huai County to see a miracle doctor because of her allergy to duck down. Cheng Zhiwen was there at the time, and the miracle doctor subtly advised her to rest, but she didn't take it seriously.
Later, he sent Lao Xu to Huai County, away from Shen Qing, to ask the divine doctor about the condition of her body.
Cheng Zhiwen still remembers when Lao Xu came back to report to him; it was an evening when it was almost dark.
Darkness is about to engulf the heavens and the earth, ushering in complete night.
"Mr. Cheng, the renowned doctor from Huai County said that Mr. Shen's vital energy is almost depleted, and it's becoming very difficult to feel his pulse. He advised you to prepare yourself mentally. He also said..."
"What else is there to say?"
Old Xu glanced at his boss's back, then lowered his head again: "They also said that Boss Shen's days were numbered, and that living another year or two was a miracle. That's all he has left."
Cheng Zhiwen still remembers to this day how, upon hearing that she only had one or two years left to live, it felt as if a large piece of her heart had been ripped out.
Four years ago, at her villa in Shanghai, he hired a Western doctor to diagnose her.
The Western medical opinion was similar to that of the miracle doctor in Huai County—Shen Qing's constitution was very poor, and she couldn't withstand any hardship. What would be a simple cold or fever for an ordinary person could be fatal to her, and she would have difficulty conceiving afterward.
Cheng Zhiwen put away her memories, bent down and picked up Shen Qing, blanket and all, and placed her on the bed.
Then she turned off the light on her side, leaving only a small glimmer of light on the bedside table.
He walked to the other side, lifted the blanket and lay down, pulling Shen Qing's cold body into his arms to warm her with his body heat.
...
Shen Qing was having a restless sleep.
The blanket was a bit prickly, sticking to the crotch of her legs and scratching her skin.
She was a little angry and squeezed the "blanket" hard.
It was like venting, but also like a warning.
The blanket suddenly groaned, pulled itself away from between her legs, and rolled over.
Hearing the noise, Shen Qing opened her eyes, saw the bed curtains above her head, realized she was in bed, and sat up abruptly.
Cheng Zhiwen was lying beside her, fast asleep.
So what she had just tucked between her legs wasn't a blanket, but Cheng Zhiwen's hairy legs...
Shen Qing was startled and instinctively stepped back, but in a moment of mid-air, she fell off the bed.
With a dull thud as her body hit the ground, came her scream: "Ah..."
Cheng Zhiwen opened her eyes upon hearing the sound, quickly got up, saw that no one was on the bed, immediately got out of bed, rushed over and opened the door.
He thought Shen Qing, who wasn't in bed, had been kidnapped, and his body reacted instinctively, wanting to go out and look for her.
Shen Qing rubbed her head and sat up, propping herself up on the edge of the bed with her elbows: "Cheng Zhiwen, I'm here..."
Cheng Zhiwen closed the door again, strode over, and picked her up in his arms: "Why are you sitting on the floor?"
He was still sleepy, and his voice, which hadn't been uttered all night, was hoarse and low.
He put Shen Qing back on the bed, pulled the pillow behind her head up, climbed onto the bed from her side, rolled over to his own side, pulled the blanket up, and covered them both.
Their movements were fluid and graceful, as if they had been a married couple for many years.
"It's not dawn yet, let's sleep a little longer." After he finished speaking, he put one arm behind his ear and closed his eyes.
Shen Qing lay there staring blankly for a while, and seeing that he had no intention of explaining, she took the initiative to ask, "I remember I slept on the sofa last night, how did I end up on the bed?"
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