Chapter 40 Chapter 40 Getting out of control at the beginning
At the wedding banquet, the groom was surrounded by everyone. The playboys who had always been afraid of He Anting also dared to give He Anting a drink. Hearing this, he accepted everyone's offer and drank it without hesitation.
There was endless cheering. Qi Yue watched from the side, stopping them or offering a drink. After a round, He Anting's expression remained unchanged.
"Don't look at it anymore. It's not yours even if you look at it again." Princess Yin said lightly.
Xue Ningzhen held the wine cup tightly. She was unwilling to accept that a woman from a small family took her place. Why?
He Anting saw that it was almost time, so he started to wink at Qi Yue, and pretended to be drunk, and successfully escaped.
He walked across the corridor with steady steps and stood at the door. He calmed himself down and pushed the door open, and met a pair of misty eyes. The person sitting beside the bed was wearing a thin red gauze nightgown.
She had her hair tied up in a bun, looking like a gentle woman. Her wide sleeves were like layers of red waves, making her skin look as white as milk. When she saw him, she looked a little at a loss.
"Husband, you're back."
She called out in a very soft voice, and it didn't sound very skilled. Jing Yao was simply not used to the change of status. She didn't know how to get along with her husband. It was always right to respect and obey.
He was a strict person to begin with, and there were many rules in the noble family. Jing Yao was afraid that he would find fault with her, so she became nervous for a moment.
The previous few intimate contacts were either initiated or ordered by He Anting, and she just listened obediently. However, He corrected her and told her to think ahead and take the initiative in everything, so that there would be a give-and-take between husband and wife.
But she had served the prince before, so the answer should be pretty much the same. "Are you...are you hungry?" She had meant to ask, "Are you tired? Do you want to take a bath?" but she blurted out "hungry."
He Anting thought she was hungry, so he glanced at her stomach and nodded. Yun Qiao understood and went outside to order some food.
Dinner was quickly placed on the table. Jing Yao subconsciously stood aside to serve him the food, but he grabbed her wrist and said, "No need, sit down."
Jing Yao said "oh" and had to sit back.
"The servants are responsible for small tasks like serving food and changing clothes. You don't have to do them." He Anting corrected seriously.
"I know." She answered obediently.
Jing Yao ate in small bites. She was really hungry, and a box of pastries was not enough to fill her stomach.
After the meal, the two of them took a shower and cleaned their teeth. When He Anting walked to the bed, he found that the box next to the pillow had shown signs of being moved. He paused, pretended not to notice, picked up a book, and waited for someone on the bed.
Jing Yao came out with her body covered in water vapor, her fair face was steamed pink. When He Anting looked up, his eyes were fixed on her chest.
Jing Yao immediately became nervous and covered her face anxiously.
He Anting didn't notice her expression, he just felt that she had become plumper, her flesh was about to burst out, but just right. His wife was a beauty, and He Anting was half fond of her and half worried about her.
"Yaoyao, have you touched this box?" He stretched out his arms and pulled her close to his arms, and the two of them fit together.
This is the closeness that He Anting is satisfied with.
I saw that she looked uneasy just now, she must be embarrassed.
Jing Yao didn't expect to be discovered by him, and her face immediately blushed: "Well, I didn't mean it."
"Open it." He said without question.
Jing Yao reached out and opened the box, and the object was exposed. Jing Yao didn't dare to look at it, and glanced away guiltily.
"Why are you still keeping this thing? Didn't I tell you to throw it away?" she muttered. He Anting's attention was attracted by her red lips.
"Maybe he thought that this thing would be useful to Yaoyao one day, so he couldn't bear to throw it away." He said this with a calm and composed face.
Jing Yao found that he was not so cold anymore. Every time before, he either had a stern face or spoke in a fierce tone, but that was not the case tonight.
But the propensity for dirty talk goes a step further.
Jing Yao's face burned, and she covered his mouth: "You're talking nonsense. I only met you a few times at that time."
She didn't believe it. She thought He Anting was definitely joking with him.
So embarrassing.
He Anting was suddenly lost in thought. Indeed, he still hated her at that time, thinking that she had ill intentions and was a vixen with superb tactics. But he could not deny that he was always secretly thinking about her in his heart.
Unfortunately, it will take another seven months for the two of them to consummate their marriage. He was not sober last time and felt regretful, so this time he wanted to savor it.
He reached out and untied her veil, and moved it to one side of her fair, round shoulder. She was full of charm and looked cute and innocent at the moment, which made He Anting's heart tremble slightly.
The two kissed naturally, as if it was the most primitive attraction, and they were inexplicably overwhelmed. He Anting savored the moist and delicious taste carefully, and stroked the back of her neck with his palm, controlling her with absolute control.
Jing Yao also obediently accepted his aggressive kiss.
But after a while, her whole body became weak, and her eyes became misty and watery. This kiss seemed different from the previous ones. All the breath in her chest was plundered by him. She was like a fish out of water, desperately craving for water.
So this is what it feels like to kiss your husband.
Whether it's the mentality, feelings, or touch, they're all different. Before, I always felt like there was a layer of separation, and I felt more uneasy. Now, I devote myself to the kiss and only feel pleasure and comfort.
The longer the kiss lasted, the more He Anting lost control. Seeing that their clothes were messed up, he stopped and moved away from their lips.
The two looked into each other's eyes, the atmosphere of ambiguity sticking to each other, silver threads stretched at the corners of their lips, and their eyes were dripping with water.
He Anting was also a little annoyed. He had planned a perfect bridal chamber a long time ago.
But it seemed to get out of control at the beginning.
He calmed himself down, decided to pause his fast progress, and fumbled to open the box.
Jing Yao suddenly panicked and pressed against his clothes: "No, I have a child. Mother, mother said not to call you..."
He Anting was lost in thought and suddenly felt dissatisfied. Of course, he was not dissatisfied with his young wife, but with the object.
What is it? He felt unhappy when he thought about someone who was not his own being affectionate with his wife. He threw the thing into the corner with his hand: "No need."
Jing Yao blinked: "Really?"
Jing Yao felt a little embarrassed after such a happy moment. Thinking about the warning given before marriage, which said that men can easily lose their temper when they are angry, just like last time, just like suffering from dementia, now it seems not so scary.
Later, she still compensated him and used Mr. Corner again.
But she soon overthought.
It turned out that the kiss just now was just an appetizer. A more possessive kiss soon came over him. She grabbed his neck with her hands, pushing and grabbing randomly.
He was still chewing, treating himself like a cake. Jing Yao's delicate skin was in pain all over, and she kept groaning and crying. Yun Qiao was standing under the eaves, her face flushed by the sound that was like pinching a candied fruit to extract sweet juice.
At the same time, she was also worried, so her husband reminded her before she left, asking her to be more careful and to "unintentionally interrupt" if she went too far.
Does this need to be interrupted or not?
Of course, just as she was about to muster up the courage to interrupt with a trembling voice, the lady's voice in the house stopped abruptly.
Jing Yao buried her face in the quilt unhappily, feeling pain, shame, anger and shock.
He Anting pulled the person out, gave her another deep kiss skillfully and naturally, and then appreciated her expression.
Her little face seemed to be stained with rouge, the water color at the corners of her eyes had not yet faded, her mouth was red and swollen from being bitten by him, and the bun she had tied up before going to bed was now messy and scattered, like a bullied young wife.
Jing Yao blushed when he looked at her, and she looked away, dropping her clothes that were torn into two pieces to the ground.
She felt a little sad. This was something she had sewn with her own hands. It was such a waste. If it continued to be wasted like this in the future, she would never be able to sew more.
He Anting noticed her gaze: "What's wrong?"
"Why did you tear the clothes? It's such a waste." Jing Yao couldn't help but complain, and stretched out her hand to show him, "It has a dragon and a phoenix on it. I embroidered it for a long time, and my fingers are pierced with several holes."
He Anting disagreed: "Just ask the people in the inner court to make some."
"No, I'm not used to it." She was indeed not used to letting others take care of her underwear.
"Just don't tear it up next time."
He Anting thought about it and said seriously: "I can't do it."
Jing Yao's eyes widened, wondering what kind of habit he had: "Then what should I do?"
"Then don't wear it."
Jing Yao felt that he was starting to talk dirty again: "I can't see anyone without wearing it."
"Then I won't see you."
Jing Yao simply couldn't communicate with him, but He Anting lifted her chin and rubbed her lips: "If you meet someone, someone will covet you."
To be honest, He Anting didn't expect that his possessiveness could be so strong, but it was normal and human nature.
Jing Yao didn't take his words seriously, thinking that they were just dirty words said by his superiors at the time.
My eyelashes trembled slightly and I felt a little sleepy.
He Anting stood up and ordered some water.
Yun Qiao brought people into the house, quickly replaced all the things with new ones, and brought in hot water. Jing Yao propped herself up, wiped herself casually, and fell asleep.
Her side felt soft, and a slightly hot body wrapped around her. Jing Yao no longer cared about anything else, as she would soon have an orgasm.
She slept until dawn, and Yun Qiao came to wake her up when the sun was high in the sky. Jing Yao woke up in a daze, thinking she was in her own house: "What do you want me to do?"
"Madam, it's time to get up and serve tea to the county lady."
Serving tea?
Jing Yao opened her eyes. Today was her first day of marriage.
"What time is it now?"
"It's two quarters past four."
Jing Yao hurriedly stood up: "Why didn't anyone call me?"
It’s over, it’s over. She’s late and the county lady will definitely punish her by making her stand properly.
"Madam, don't worry. My uncle said that since you are pregnant, it won't hurt to sleep a little longer."
Jing Yao still didn't dare to take it lightly, but she had to admit that she was indeed a little scared after getting married.
"Where's my husband?"
"My son-in-law went to the study and said that my wife is well, so he asked someone to invite him." Yun Qiao said as she was choosing clothes for her.
Because of his marriage, He Anting had a few days of wedding leave, so he had a lot more free time in the mornings. However, he was in a high position, in charge of Wenyuan Pavilion, and was the head of the civil officials. There were a lot of matters to discuss with him, and the so-called vacation was just working from home.
Yun Qiao tied her hair into a heart-shaped bun and pinned a circle of pearl hairpins with flowers on it, which was gorgeous and elegant. She also wore a pair of red agate earrings on her earlobes.
She wore a lake green long jacket with wide sleeves and a crabapple pattern, a matching bodice, and a creamy white folded skirt. As the saying goes, clothes make the man, and the bright color made Yun Qiao couldn't help but praise it: "This dress is absolutely beautiful, even the sleeves are embroidered with gold thread."
Jing Yao looked at it carefully, nodded in agreement, and the love in her eyes almost overflowed.
When Yun Qiao was about to change her clothes, Jing Yao suddenly stopped and said, "Wait a minute."
She asked Yunqiao to bring over the bra wrap. Yunqiao was surprised and asked, "Why are you wrapping your bra?"
Jing Yao was a little embarrassed. It was her first time meeting her mother-in-law and she hoped not to attract too much attention. Last night, He Anting came into the room and glanced at her chest six times. He must have thought she looked very strange.
Jing Yao felt a lot of pain when Yunqiao wrapped the cloth strips, but she endured it.
As she changed into her clothes, she took a deep breath, folded her hands on her stomach, straightened her waist, and walked on tiptoe twice without revealing the hem of her skirt. "How is it? Do I look like those noble ladies?"
Yun Qiao affirmed: "Very similar."
"Let's go."
She had just walked out of the door and was still smiling when she was startled. He Anting was standing in the yard waiting for her.
"Husband?" she asked in surprise.
He Anting stood with his hands behind his back and looked at her quietly. His vision was indeed correct. She was indeed very suitable for this bright color.
He had long since forgotten all the rules and regulations he had set for finding a "partner".
But something seems wrong.
He Anting glanced at her chest and frowned slightly.
"Let's go?" Jing Yao walked down the stairs and came to him. "If it's too late, mother will be anxious waiting."
He Anting suppressed his doubts and nodded.
The county lady was sitting in the main hall, drinking tea leisurely. He Qingwan snorted coldly, "It's already so late, and she hasn't come yet."
"Just shut up, or your big brother will punish you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the couple stepped onto the stairs. Their figures, one tall and one short, looked like a perfect couple.
The corner of the county lady's eye twitched slightly.
Jing Yao curtsied, "Greetings to mother."
Hearing the word "mother", the county lady felt a little upset, but she suppressed her annoyance and nodded.
Jing Yao was very cautious when offering tea. Perhaps she was a little nervous, and her hands trembled a little. But a warm hand beside her touched her elbow, and she calmed herself down. "Mother, please have some tea."
As per custom, the county lady wanted to ask her to serve the tea for a while longer, but soon, a sharp gaze came from the side.
She became even more annoyed. She took the teacup in a bad mood, took a sip perfunctorily, and took off the white jade bracelet on her wrist: "From now on, you will be the daughter-in-law of my He Mansion. Do your job well. Being the wife of an old lady is not an easy job."
Jing Yao pursed her lips and said obediently: "I will remember my mother's teachings."
She also prepared a gift for He Qingwan, a pair of brocade gold bracelets, which was her dowry.
He Qingwan didn't say anything and accepted it indifferently.
Jing Yao didn't have breakfast when she came, so He Anting simply served her breakfast. The four of them ate together, also to make them familiar with each other.
Jing Yao was a little nervous while eating, and she almost glanced at him from time to time. He Anting noticed her uneasiness and picked up some food for her, saving her the trouble.
He Qingwan turned to the nanny and said, "It's so hot today. Bring the seven-wheeled fan over here and let's cool down. It's already the end of summer or the beginning of autumn, why is it still so hot?"
She has a hot body and is more sensitive to heat than ordinary people.
Jing Yao also felt very hot. She used to think those golden jewellery were beautiful, but now she felt that they were very heavy on her head.
The county lady looked at her calmly and said in a warning tone, "Although you are pregnant, you still need to learn the chores of household management and must not slack off."
He Anting was about to delay it, but Jing Yao quickly agreed: "I understand, mother."
After finally finishing the meal, Jing Yao was looking forward to returning to Guanlan Courtyard. However, He Anting was not in a hurry, so Jing Yao had no choice but to follow him and walk slowly.
She endured the pain from her red beans being rubbed and followed He Anting calmly, but beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
He Anting glanced at her sideways, and only then did he have time to think about what he had just noticed was wrong.
"Why do you look thinner?" he asked puzzledly.
Jing Yao turned her head suddenly. Really? She was too embarrassed to say it out loud: "Maybe I don't eat enough."
He Anting didn't think so. He looked around and said, "Hot? Then let's go back."
Jing Yao wished for this. The two returned to Guanlan Courtyard. He Anting obviously planned to stay with her all afternoon. Jing Yao had no choice but to continue to endure it, thinking that she would be free in the evening.
But He Anting was very perceptive: "Are you feeling unwell?"
Jing Yao cried out, "I..."
When he glanced at her from the corner of his eye, she would bend over from time to time, her face showing some pain, and then she would return to her original position, repeating this process repeatedly.
In a flash, he seemed to understand something.
"Undress." He stood up and walked to her side, looking down at her with a cold face, and returned to his pre-marriage stern and fierce look.
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