Zhan Xinjia was startled. She shakily looked up and stole a glance at the young man who still had a stern face, unable to believe it.
The next second, tears welled up in the little girl's eyes.
She sniffed, and before Shen Suqing could react, a soft and fragrant little girl was in his arms.
Zhan Xinjia clutched his clothes tightly, buried her face in his chest, and almost wailed, her voice hoarse and strained, though her sobs were dry and fake and she didn't shed a single tear...
Shen Suqing, who was originally full of anger and ready to confront her, was instantly thrown off balance by her crying.
He frowned, frantically trying to push the girl away, but she clung to his clothes with all her might, like a little fox hiding in its den.
Shen Suqing had no doubt that if he grabbed her by the back of her collar and forcibly lifted her up, she would tear his clothes.
"Get up! What kind of behavior is this!"
Shen Suqing was both shocked and angry. He touched her shoulder with his fingers, wanting to push her away, but when he looked down, the first thing he saw was her pitiful appearance with her tearful, fair face looking up.
Like a little fox with teary eyes.
She was crying so hard she could barely breathe.
"...Please don't commit domestic violence! The physical pain may disappear, but the emotional trauma can never be healed. Domestic violence will leave a psychological scar on the child. I might even develop an illness that would cost two thousand taels of silver to cure. I might even become withdrawn and contemplate suicide. Can you, Lord Shen, bear to hurt my fragile and vulnerable heart?"
Shen Suqing's brow twitched violently. He decided to give up and lean back in his chair, letting the little crybaby wriggle and act up in his arms.
"Who said I was going to hit you?"
"ah?"
Zhan Xinjia stopped crying awkwardly, then looked somewhat bewildered: "Then why did Lord Shen bring out the ruler?"
Shen Suqing's head ached from crying, and he struggled to free his hand, which was being held down by her, and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I have to teach tomorrow..."
"I understand now. So, Master Shen is a schoolteacher. Is this ruler something he brought to the school to discipline the students?"
Who else could be the Crown Prince's tutor's student but that pretentious guy from Yan Hui Shi?
Zhan Xinjia immediately got excited and started stirring things up.
"Hit them, hit them! Hit them hard!! As the saying goes, 'Spare the rod and spoil the child,' so please don't hold back, Lord Shen."
Shen Suqing: "..."
She didn't say that when she talked about "domestic violence" earlier.
Why is it that her heart is so fragile and easily broken, while others' hearts are as solid as a rock?
At first, Shen Suqing was a little angry that this silly child was running around everywhere, bullying the weak, and even... well... buying corpses... But after Zhan Xinjia's unreasonable nagging, his anger inexplicably dissipated.
Ultimately, she admitted her mistake quickly and her attitude was good...
Besides, she has always been mentally unstable and has some intellectual disabilities, so Shen Suqing can't bring herself to argue with a silly child.
In the future, we just need to educate her more and teach her some basic moral principles.
Thinking of this, the young man lowered his eyes.
He cupped her face in his hands, supporting her cheeks on both sides.
This was clearly an extremely intimate gesture, yet his dark eyes remained clear and devoid of any romantic sentimentality; all that could be seen was his lingering anger and a hint of worry.
"Will you dare to run around like that again next time?"
Zhan Xinjia shook his head vigorously.
Will you lie to me again next time?
Zhan Xinjia shook his head vigorously.
Will you make the same mistake again next time?
Zhan Xinjia shook his head vigorously.
She gave a fawning smile, her hair, which had been messy from being piled up, making her look both silly and cute.
Seeing her obedient and charming appearance, Shen Suqing felt embarrassed to continue lecturing her.
He smiled helplessly, pinching her soft cheek with his fingertips.
Are you a little rattle drum?
The tone of his voice was exceptionally gentle, with a clear and magnetic quality at the end, so soft that it seemed to pierce through the air and make Zhan Xinjia's tailbone feel slightly numb.
She subtly kicked away Ji De, who was lying at Lord Shen's feet, and then clung to him even more shamelessly. To prevent Lord Shen from saying "men and women should not touch each other," she even pretended to have a look of filial piety towards an elder.
Fortunately, she was rather pretentious. As her mother would say, "How could I, Liu Ruyan, give birth to a daughter who looks like a naive and innocent girl?!"
However, thanks to this, even the most upright and conventional Lord Shen would not be too resistant to her occasional, not excessive, intimate behavior.
Who could resist a delicate little girl with bright, sparkling eyes?
She smiled with delight upon receiving the letter.
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Yesterday, Master Shen said he was going out. When Zhan Xinjia woke up the next day, still half asleep, she carried Jide around and couldn't find him in the yard.
I slipped into the kitchen and saw that breakfast had already been properly heated up and was steaming in a steamer.
Pumpkin porridge, pickles, cornbread buns, and egg drop soup.
Zhan Xinjia, with half a steamed bun in his mouth, shook the door. Sure enough, it was locked even more securely today…
I don't know why, but I feel a little secretly pleased with Zhan Xinjia.
Although he usually appears serious, upright, and refined, how is locking her up at home any different from imprisonment and forced love? Little Shen has quite the dark, male ghost vibe...
Early spring isn't too cold, but by May it's almost summer.
In order to please Lord Shen, Zhan Xinjia unusually lay quietly under the crabapple tree, basking in the sun, and did not go out to cause trouble.
When Shen Suqing returned home in the evening, he saw the little girl lying on the rocking chair in the main courtyard, hugging a fat cat. There was a pile of fruit peels on the ground, and she was rocking back and forth on her toes.
As dusk fell, the orange-red afterglow painted the horizon, casting a thin layer of golden light upon her.
A cool breeze ruffled her golden hair, but she didn't care at all.
It wasn't until his footsteps approached that the seemingly sleepy and bored girl rubbed her eyes and sat up.
"Young Master Shen, you're back!"
He walked toward the study, and the little girl followed closely behind him, chattering incessantly.
"The pumpkin porridge this morning was so delicious, I accidentally finished it all!! And Jide knocked over the radish strips you were drying in the side yard again today and even tried to steal some of the salted fish drying on the roof. But I gave him a good spanking and cleaned up the dust on the radish strips before drying them again. Sigh, this house is like a fish without a kite without me..."
Shen Suqing had never had such an experience before.
Having lost his parents at a young age and having no relatives or friends, he was always alone, whether in his hometown or after coming to the capital.
He thought he was used to being alone and preferred quiet, but at this moment he inexplicably felt that having a chatty, idiotic little rascal by his side wasn't so bad.
Although the young girl's mental disability might make marriage difficult, his salary should be enough to support her.
"Young Master Shen, why are you staring at me like that?"
The little girl poured herself a cup of tea, carefully holding it with her hands tucked into her sleeves to keep warm, like a kitten with its paws tucked in.
Shen Suqing's features softened further, and his facial contours appeared even more handsome and gentle under the candlelight. He finally couldn't resist placing his hand on the top of her soft hair and gently stroking it.
His tone was quite affectionate.
"How about I take you to the clinic to get your brain checked tomorrow?"
After all, it's not good for a child to always be mentally disabled.
Master Shen is a little worried.
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