Chapter 70 Chapter 70 "Zhao Qingyi, you deliberately want me...
The screen blocked out the candlelight outside, leaving only a hazy, dim glow scattered among the steaming mist.
Zhao Qingyi's consciousness was crumbling in this overwhelming attack, like a small boat caught in the raging waves, sinking and floating several times, and had reached the limit of endurance.
She helplessly pushed the man's arm, which was like a branding iron, hot and indestructible.
"Chu Yuanhe..." She sobbed and begged, her voice breaking at the end.
"What did you call me?" The man's eyes were dark and turbulent. He ignored her pleas and became even more aggressive.
Zhao Qingyi was completely defeated, her sobs uncontrollably breaking out. The fragrant soup surged and swirled in the struggle, and almost half of it spilled out.
"Husband..."
She hurriedly changed her words, tears streaming down her beautiful face, like a delicate flower knocked down by a heavy rain, leaving only a trace of disheveled beauty.
What he got in return was even more brutal torture, the sound of dripping water drowning in the already cold bathtub.
Chu Yuanhe suppressed a sigh, and his knuckles, which had almost been strangled, touched her cheek again, brushed aside her wet hair, and rubbed it gently as a way of comforting her.
When her crying gradually subsided, he carried her out, carefully wiped the water stains on her body with a dry cloth, and tucked her back into the quilt.
Zhao Qingyi no longer cared about being embarrassed and was still immersed in the afterglow.
Chu Yuanhe felt even more tormented. He sighed again and silently cleaned up the mess. He took out her dress that was soaked in the bucket, wrung it out, and spread it out on the clothes rack. He even rubbed her small clothes carefully with the water in the copper basin. However, after only two rubs, he heard a crisp "swish" sound, and the delicate and thin material as thin as a cicada's wing broke into two pieces in his hands.
Chu Yuanhe was stunned, "Madam, this..."
He really didn't mean it.
Zhao Qingyi simply closed his eyes and turned his back.
Chu Yuanhe had no choice but to re-wash all the clothes she had taken off. This time he was able to control the strength well. After everything was cleaned up, the evil fire was still burning in his body.
I originally wanted to let her relax first and then... But now...
His eyes swept across Zhao Qingyi's thin back.
...that's all.
Chu Yuanhe extinguished the candle, carefully lying down beside her, staring at the bed curtains above his head without any desire to sleep.
The room in the inn was small, and the bed was even more cramped. The two of them were almost pressed together, and Zhao Qingyi could clearly feel the lingering burning heat from his body.
“…”
She hesitated for a long time, and finally turned around and took the initiative to put her arms around his strong waist.
Chu Yuanhe's body stiffened, then his eyes brightened. He turned sideways, resting his warm forehead against hers, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Do you want more?"
She rarely took the initiative, and the number of times she responded enthusiastically was also very few. Most of the time, he was the one chasing her.
Zhao Qingyi was slightly stunned, but fortunately she blew out the light, and the darkness covered her instantly flushed cheeks.
She just remembered what he taught her, "mutual love". Since they love each other, she shouldn't be the only one enjoying it. So she gently slid down his chest, but it caused misunderstanding.
Chu Yuanhe immediately perked up, lifted the quilt and pressed her underneath, his deep voice unable to conceal his joy, "No need to tease, we can do it now."
Zhao Qingyi knew that this man could open a dyeing factory if he was given some colors!
She pulled the quilt back in front of her, staring at him with tears in her beautiful eyes, "I have something important to do tomorrow."
"Tomorrow's affairs, tomorrow's worries." Chu Yuanhe was tired of hearing this excuse. He tensed up and panted, "I'll just take it easy. I won't be unable to get up..."
It’s not that Zhao Qingyi wasn’t moved, it’s just…
The inn we stayed at was too remote, and "there's no contraceptive soup here."
She still remembered their relationship. Chu Yuanhe was only her mistress, nothing more than a mistress. It was not because she called him "husband" a few times when she was moved that they became husband and wife.
She couldn't have his child, or perhaps more accurately, she couldn't have anyone else's child.
Chu Yuanhe seemed to have never considered the matter of pregnancy. When he heard her say such cold words in a soft voice, it was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head.
He suddenly thought of the Flower God Feast. "That time... did you also take contraceptive soup?"
They both lost control that day. He remembered that he left a lot of semen in her body. Later, there was no movement in Zhao Qingyi's belly. He just thought that not every pregnancy could be successful. He never thought that she had taken contraceptive soup.
Such a hurtful thing...
Zhao Qingyi hummed a low, silent hum and said nothing more. She had always been cautious, not wanting to take any chances. She decided it would be better to take the contraceptive soup.
Chu Yuanhe pursed his thin lips, silently stepped away from her, and lay back in his original position, with a look of self-mockery in his eyes.
The burning flame in my heart was suddenly extinguished by the cold water, leaving only a cold and dead silence.
Zhao Qingyi sensed the low pressure emanating from his body and guessed that he was unhappy because they couldn't have sex?
Thinking that he had served her well before, she turned sideways again, with a hint of tentative tenderness, "Really... don't you want me to help you?"
"No need." Chu Yuanhe's voice was weak, but he turned around and hugged her gently. "Go to sleep, don't worry, it will be fine in a while."
After saying that, he turned to the outside, with his back to her, no longer clinging to her as usual.
Zhao Qingyi was silent for a moment. She was naked, and it would be even harder for her to fall asleep if he held her in his arms. In the end, she didn't force him and turned to the inside of the bed. The two of them stayed back to back, without saying a word all night.
After days of running around, Zhao Qingyi slept very soundly that night and woke up slowly at noon. This time, she and Chu Yuanhe traveled light and did not bring any servants to serve them. They had to do everything by themselves.
She woke up holding her bedding. Chu Yuanhe was no longer in the room. The clothes that had been hung out to dry overnight were neatly placed at the head of the bed. The maid was not around, so he took on the job of serving her.
Zhao Qingyi was dressed neatly when Chu Yuanhe pushed the door open and walked in, carrying a food tray in his hand. "Have some breakfast first. We'll arrive in Qiantang today, and I'll buy you new clothes by then."
When he wasn't teasing, his tone was as gentle as ever.
While Zhao Qingyi was having her meal, her eyes lingered quietly on his face. He looked normal, without showing any sign of displeasure.
After finishing breakfast and packing up their things, Chu Yuanhe helped her get on the carriage. In order to conceal his whereabouts, Chu Yuanhe drove the carriage himself all the way. Only after they entered Zhejiang did he hire a local coachman.
The groom was actually the secret guard Chu Yuanhe had arranged earlier. After the meeting, he drove the car and led the way.
In the carriage, the two fell into silence again. This time, Chu Yuanhe didn't even sit next to her, but sat opposite her, holding a book in his hand.
He acted out of character, and if Zhao Qingyi couldn't see the clues, she would be a fool.
"Husband." She called softly and took the initiative to pour him a cup of tea.
Chu Yuanhe held the book in his hand, but he was actually feeling uneasy. When he heard the word "husband", his eyebrows jumped suddenly, "...How about we just pretend to be brother and sister?"
If this continues, he might not be able to control himself.
Zhao Qingyi pondered for a moment, "You are angry." He said in a firm tone.
"No." To prevent her from getting suspicious, Chu Yuanhe curled his lips slightly, "Why would you think so?"
"You were unexpected last night. If you weren't angry, what else could it be?" Zhao Qingyi moved closer to him, staring at him with her almond-shaped eyes, wanting to look into his eyes.
Chu Yuanhe could smell her scent as soon as he turned his head. The faint fragrance made his heart flutter and he hurriedly moved aside.
Zhao Qingyi refused to give in and moved with him. Seeing that he was still trying to hide, she simply snatched his book away and threw it away, then sat directly on his lap. "You're avoiding me like this, and you still say you're not angry?"
Chu Yuanhe's body instantly tensed up like iron, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He raised his hands high, "I really didn't..."
Before he could finish his words, Zhao Qingyi had already grabbed his wrist and pressed him against the car wall.
Chu Yuanhe was startled and looked at her hand holding him in surprise.
Zhao Qingyi was so nervous that her back was sweating, but she had no choice but to continue. She pressed him down, imitated the way he teased her countless times, and leaned over to his ear.
"Then tell me, what's the reason for today? Is it because I rejected you last night?"
She asked seriously. Although Chu Yuanhe was a secretive existence to her, she liked him. Since she liked him, she must care about him.
Chu Yuanhe looked at his hands, then met her serious eyes so close to him, feeling both angry and helpless. "Zhao Qingyi, are you trying to kill me?"
Zhao Qingyi was stunned. "What are you talking about?"
"You're teasing me like this..." Chu Yuanhe narrowed his peach blossom eyes, his expression suddenly sharp, "It's out in the wilderness, there's no contraceptive soup for you to drink."
If he asked for trouble, he would accept it, but now Zhao Qingyi is pressing him step by step, making him angry, and then she avoids him. He can't do anything to her. Isn't this asking for his life?
A trace of shame flashed across Zhao Qingyi's face. "Don't worry, when we get to Qiantang, we'll..."
Once you get there, it's convenient to grab some medicine.
"Don't think about it." Chu Yuanhe broke free from her and hugged her off his body. "How can you drink the contraceptive soup every day? Do you think it's a tonic?"
Zhao Qingyi felt like she was a fence-sitter. Whatever he said was what she believed, and she thought it made sense, but...
"...It shouldn't be a big deal if I do it occasionally?"
She didn't want to be the ungrateful person, and she also hoped that Chu Yuanhe would be happy when he was with her.
Besides, she has been in good health recently.
Zhao Qingyi took his hand and led him to put it around her waist, "Feel it, you've gained weight."
During the more than half a month of traveling, although Tan Yue Qiao Yue did not take care of her daily life, Chu Yuanhe was a very thoughtful and patient person. Perhaps it was because he had served in the Northwest Military Camp before, and he could get through the hard and tiring days, so Zhao Qingyi did not suffer much.
The woman's hands were exceptionally soft. She guided him and pressed his palm against her waist. Zhao Qingyi was never a delicate beauty, but despite this, her waist still looked exceptionally slender under his palm, too thin to fit in one hand.
Chu Yuanhe resisted the urge to pinch her waist, veins throbbing on his forehead, "I'd better go out and catch the car..."
Otherwise, I would have died in her hands.
Zhao Qingyi suddenly raised her voice, "You still say you are not angry?" He didn't even want to stay in the same carriage with her.
The secret guard driving the carriage outside was so frightened that his hand trembled, and the carriage shook. The back of Zhao Qingyi's head almost hit the wall of the carriage. Fortunately, Chu Yuanhe was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and his big hand firmly placed on the back of her head.
He simply maintained this posture and said through gritted teeth, "Who am I to dare to be angry with you?"
He was just angry with himself. He was always self-righteous and wishful thinking. A mistress was always a mistress.
Zhao Qingyi held her hair bun steady, looked up at the man in front of her, thought for a moment, and hugged his waist. "If you're not angry, then kiss me."
After hearing Chu Yuanhe's reckless words so many times, she could now imitate him, although her face was already flushed when she said this.
“…”
For a moment, Chu Yuanhe wanted to be reckless and unrestrained so that she would regret her reckless behavior at this moment, but what he longed for was not just physical intimacy, what he lacked was a legitimate identity.
Zhao Qingyi obviously had no intention of giving him a legitimate status. She was just greedy for the momentary pleasure and never thought of being with him forever.
Chu Yuanhe decisively pushed her away and said, "Once we get off the carriage, I will be your brother." This would prevent her from teasing him openly again.
"Do you really want to do this?"
"Seriously." Chu Yuanhe said firmly, he would rather not touch her again.
Zhao Qingyi stopped talking. When they reached Qiantang, she ignored Chu Yuanhe's hand and jumped off the carriage.
The county magistrate was a young man under thirty, dressed in a dark blue official robe, exuding a scholarly air. He led over twenty yamen runners and bowed to Chu Yuanhe. "Your humble servant, Zhou Xun, the magistrate of Qiantang County, pays his respects to you, sir."
Another middle-aged man with a big belly came forward with a smile on his face, "I am the chief clerk of this county. I am honored to welcome you, sir. I am sure you are tired from the journey." His attitude was obviously much more flattering.
Chu Yuanhe nodded slightly, and the chief clerk stepped forward with a shy smile and wanted to help him carry the bag.
"No need." Chu Yuanhe turned his wrist and threw the bundle behind him. The bundle contained Zhao Qingyi's clothes, so how could he let others do it?
The chief clerk chuckled twice and turned his gaze to Zhao Qingyi. His big eyes lit up, "Who is this lady?"
Because they were pretending to be a couple, Zhao Qingyi had her hair in a bun. Just as she was about to reveal her identity, Chu Yuanhe spoke first, "I'm just your sister. My husband just died."
Zhao Qingyi: "..."
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