Chapter 12
She stroked her chest, made up her mind, gritted her teeth, and calmly lifted the curtain.
As his eyes met, his outstretched foot paused suddenly, and he saw a pair of pink slippers embroidered with plum blossoms placed under the threshold.
Jiang Zhaoli paused, stunned for a long time, and couldn't help muttering, this... was this put there by Yin Su? He hesitated for a moment.
So, he stretched out his feet and put them on.
At this moment, Yin Su was sitting upright on the couch, his back straight, his eyebrows slightly drooping, in his hand was the "Business" that she often read. His eyebrows were soft, his face was calm, and he was flipping through the book casually.
It was as if what happened in the bathroom just now was just her own imagination and had nothing to do with him, and he had never been there.
Judging from his reaction, he probably didn't see it just now. Come to think of it, the bathroom was pitch black and there was no candle lit.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel relieved.
But on second thought, he had trespassed into the bathroom without notifying us, which was truly a mean act, and he still felt ashamed and angry.
Jiang Zhaoli was filled with thoughts. He didn't know where the anger in his heart came from. He only knew that his dignity had been trampled upon. It was as if everything he had planned was proceeding smoothly and according to the rules, but was disrupted by a person who suddenly appeared.
"Madam Jiang, aren't you going to take a rest?" Yin Su had put the book down without him knowing when, and looked at her with his amber eyes, with a smile of scrutiny in his eyes.
He was wearing a grey undershirt, leaning against the couch. If you looked closely, you could vaguely make out his well-defined muscles beneath his undershirt, his broad shoulders and waist looming, as if he contained infinite power.
Jiang Zhao looked away and hummed absentmindedly. When he was about to go to the bed, he saw the half-open window frame on the side. Just as he was about to reach out to close it, he saw two furtive figures hiding behind the locust tree.
Jiang Zhaoli immediately closed the window and swiftly got onto the couch. Yin Su looked at her in surprise.
Jiang Zhaoli stared out the window, wondering who had sent these people.
She stretched out her hand to pull up the innermost quilt, and then reached out to pull Yin Su to lie down, but she was not strong enough to pull Yin Su.
Yin Su smiled, and his big hands suddenly clasped her slender waist and pulled her towards him.
Jiang Zhaoli screamed, and unexpectedly half-lay down on Yin Su, with her hands on his chest. She was startled, and a look of panic flashed across her face. She quickly moved her hands away, and as a result, she had no support and fell completely on Yin Su. She could even feel the tight texture of Yin Su's chest with her body.
Her whole body tensed up instantly, and she immediately raised her little face and glanced at Yin Su's half-smile with anxiety. He wouldn't think she did it on purpose, would he?
As their breathing got closer, Jiang Zhaoli nervously clutched Yin Su's underwear. Her cheeks and ear tips turned pink. Her eyebrows drooped slightly, and her lips were so red that they seemed to bleed.
Yin Su rested his hands comfortably under his head, his posture exuding elegance. His narrow eyes were fixed on the blushing woman. She exuded a faint floral fragrance that made people want to get closer.
He placed his hands on her waist again and gently pulled it up. Jiang Zhaoli screamed, and her hands slid unbalancedly from her chest to both sides of her neck, and she pressed her whole body against Yin Su.
Jiang Zhaoli froze.
Too... too close, so close that they could smell each other's breath and even see the distinct eyelashes and tiny hairs on each other's cheeks. Jiang Zhaoli raised his face in panic.
A hand with distinct bones was placed on the top of her soft hair, pressing her head back down as she tried to raise it. His voice was hoarse and low: "Don't move, there is someone outside the window."
Jiang Zhaoli immediately stopped moving, resting his head quietly on his shoulder, feeling the heartbeat brought by the touch of their skin.
"Call." Yin Su stared at the figure that flashed outside the window from time to time, and suddenly spoke.
"What?" Jiang Zhaoli's face was confused and he didn't react for a moment.
Yin Su: "Scream out."
Jiang Zhaoli was startled, and clenched his fists instantly. Even the tip of his nose turned red, and he spoke in a voice as small as a mosquito: "I... I can't."
Yin Su laughed in silence: "Madam Jiang just asked me to help you act. Now the play has come. It depends on whether Madam Jiang can take it."
"I didn't mean that. I wanted to--" Jiang Zhaoli was interrupted before he could finish his words.
"Or rather, Madam Jiang and I turned our fake play into reality—" He deliberately dragged out the words.
Jiang Zhaoli was so angry that his face turned red, and he said, "Stop talking. I'll scream."
She bit her lip and called out tentatively, her voice as soft and tender as that of a newborn baby, making people feel itchy.
Yin Su stared at the window without changing his expression, his eyes becoming darker and darker: "Continue."
Jiang Zhaoli ordered a cup of tea before the figure outside the window gradually disappeared.
She breathed a sigh of relief instantly, and immediately got off Yin Su's body and rolled to the side. She was breathing lightly, her chest heaving, and her eyes stared blankly upwards.
In fact, her original idea was to shake the bed so that others would mistakenly think that they were consummating their marriage, but later it turned into the two of them acting on the bed.
Yin Su suddenly said, "Madam Jiang, you must be tired. Drink some water to moisten your throat."
A cup of warm tea was handed to her. Jiang Zhaoli felt a little embarrassed. The dramatic scene just now suddenly appeared in her eyes. She closed her eyes in disbelief, but couldn't stand the dry throat. She gladly took it and took a few sips.
"Thank you." Jiang Zhaoli leaned against the couch and handed the cup to him again.
Yin Su took it skillfully, put it on the table in front of the couch, and said with a slight smile: "Madam Jiang, you don't have to be polite."
Jiang Zhaoli: "Well, actually...actually you don't have to do this when no one is around."
She meant that when no one was around, the two of them would not interfere with each other and there was no need to communicate too much.
Yin Su's face was expressionless, his hands resting under his head, his eyes looking forward, and he opened his thin lips slightly: "It's just a small matter that can be done with just a little effort, why should Madam Jiang keep it in mind."
Hearing him say this, Jiang Zhaoli gave up the idea of saying anything more. She got off the couch, fetched the quilt again, folded it into a long strip, and placed it across the two of them.
Yin Su looked at her busying around, with a smile on his lips. This Second Miss Jiang was quite interesting. She didn't even feel tired after all the hard work.
The bed is big enough to accommodate four people, so even if they toss and turn at night, they won't bump into each other.
Jiang Zhaoli got into bed first and signaled Yin Su to blow out the candle. She covered herself tightly and closed her eyes.
After Yin Su got on the couch, he lay on his side, his eyes half closed, staring at the swaying flowers and plants outside the window.
In his dream, he was in an unknown white place, surrounded by smoke and unable to tell the direction. He had no choice but to keep moving forward. On the way, he suddenly saw a wooden house and pushed the door open and went in.
First, I heard the sound of flowing water, and then I saw a curtain.
A woman stood in a smoke-filled bathtub, scooped up the water droplets in the pool with both hands and poured them over her body. The water droplets sank little by little along her fair and delicate skin.
The girl's face was rosy, her lips were alluring, her black hair was wet and stuck to her back, there were a few drops of water on her forehead. She raised her head slightly, her face was as stunning as a fairy. She stared blankly at the stranger who suddenly broke in, and dived into the water like a frightened deer, staring at him with her wet eyes.
The scene suddenly changed, and the woman who was in the bathtub just now approached him step by step. Her eyes, as clear and watery as a deer, suddenly became hot and unrestrained.
She hooked her slender hands around his neck and moved closer to him. Her red lips gently brushed the skin at the corners of his lips. She moved behind him with a look of both anger and temptation. After turning around, she leaned into his arms again, hooked her hands around his neck and led him into the bathtub step by step.
With a splash, both of them fell into the pool, splashing huge water. The woman's slender, white legs were wrapped tightly around his waist like vines.
The two embraced each other, their skin touching, and the sparks that flew surrounded them.
Just as he was about to go one step deeper, the woman's moan suddenly woke him up. His eyes suddenly opened, and his vicious eyes like a hungry wolf stared at the unknown night, as if shouting at the night.
Jiang Zhaoli curled up into a ball, his brows furrowed, his little face full of pain, and two tears hanging on his cheeks.
The long strip of bedding in the middle was kicked away by her foot, and it spread out in all directions.
She had a nightmare.
Yin Su rubbed his forehead. He just...dreamed, or...
Over the years, he had never had any dreams related to women, but after just one night in the same bed with Miss Jiang Er, he did the same thing with her. Yin Su rubbed his brows with a restless look on his face.
Unintentionally seeing her exposed calves, Yin Su put the quilt back on her, covering her up completely.
The next moment, she kicked it away. Yin Su covered it again, and she kicked it away again...
Yin Su smiled helplessly, and directly lifted the long quilt in the middle for her to hug, and then covered her with another quilt. Only then did she behave herself better.
The next day, when Jiang Zhaoli woke up, there was no one beside her. There were only two maids standing on both sides of the bed waiting for her to wake up.
"Miss, warm water is ready." The maid tested the water temperature and it was just right.
"Where are the wet nurse and Chuntao?" Jiang Zhaoli looked around but did not see the wet nurse.
"My dear, Madam and Sister Chuntao left the house early this morning, saying that they had something to do."
Jiang Zhaoli hummed.
After washing up, the maid brought up the prepared meals smoothly, including lotus meat pie, water shield bamboo shoots, fish soup and mung bean porridge, plus two plates of appetizers, namely walnut meat and crispy pastry, all of which were Jiang Zhaoli's favorites.
Jiang Zhaoli looked at the table full of dishes and suddenly remembered what Yin Su had asked her yesterday, whether she knew what it felt like to chew on tree bark and grass roots. She put down her chopsticks and asked, "Where's my son-in-law?"
"My uncle has been practicing in the yard since early morning. He must have gone out to relax now. My uncle told the girl not to wait for him."
Jiang Zhaoli nodded: "When he comes back later, see what dishes he likes and tell the kitchen to prepare them."
"Yes, girl."
After finishing his meal, Jiang Zhao went to Changming Street to check the profits of various shops and chatted with the shopkeepers for a while. Just after returning to the mansion, before he could rest his legs, he heard from the servants that the Wen family had brought a gang to make trouble, accompanied by several people from the Ministry of Justice.
Jiang Zhaoli sneered, flicked his sleeves and stood up: "Go and take a look."
She wanted to see what her good aunt was up to.
Before reaching the main hall, I could hear shouting coming in through the layers of white walls, all filled with dirty words.
Second Aunt and Zhao Xiaoshuang were arguing fiercely. Third Aunt pulled Zhao Xiaoshuang's arm, but she was too fat, so Third Aunt couldn't pull her at all. Zhao Xiaoshuang's hand was about to hit Second Aunt's face. Second Uncle was holding Second Aunt's arm from behind, scolding her from time to time. Third Uncle stood aside, at a loss, and the two officials looked at each other...
Seeing Jiang Zhaoli coming, Zhao Xiaoshuang immediately changed her target. She first slapped her thigh and yelled, then pointed at her nose and cursed: "Jiang Zhaoli, you are such a heartless ungrateful person. You finally came to see how your only aunt is being bullied in the Jiang residence."
"You are now the head of the Jiang family. Why do you still keep these people in your house? Are they eating and living there for free?"
Upon hearing this, Second Aunt slapped her in the face, and the hair ornaments on Zhao Xiaoshuang's head were crooked a little bit. It can be seen that Second Aunt was very strong: "You stinky woman, shut your stinky mouth, it's none of your business where we eat, our surname is Jiang, your surname is Zhao, you have to be so mean to meddle in other people's affairs, give you a good face, you don't even know which foot to put forward first when you walk."
As he said this, he slapped her twice more, and her face became swollen instantly.
Zhao Xiaoshuang screamed, and she rolled up her sleeves to teach Second Aunt a lesson, but when she saw several strong servants puffing out their chests beside Second Aunt, she gave up the idea and turned her spearhead to the two officials who were traveling with her: "Are you dead? You are indifferent to watching me being bullied. What are you doing here? Be careful or I will have Secretary Song dismiss you from your posts."
The officials were speechless. They were ordered by Minister Song to accompany Zhao Xiaoshuang to the Jiang family to understand the situation and make records, not to fight.
What's more, the Jiang family has a prominent status in Luocheng. The taxes they pay every year are enough to support the entire Luocheng. Even the city lord has to give them some face. How can she have the nerve to shout like that?
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