Chapter 53: Exclusive 34 "Let me enjoy myself, just as...
Chen Ying lowered her eyes and stirred the thick medicine with a ceramic spoon, which she had made specially for him.
"The medicine is almost ready, stop messing around."
She tilted her head, and his chin rubbed the fluffy hair on her temples.
Chen Jinshi's hand was still on the knot on her back, but he didn't move any further. He just kept his palm against her, feeling the warm body temperature underneath.
He was intoxicated by the bitter aroma of the contraceptive medicine in the medicine bottle. After a while, he took her hand and pressed it to her vagina. "Mom, today is worth celebrating."
Chen Ying, holding the fire-control fan in her hand, slapped him: "Get out of the way."
He still held her in his arms. The palm-leaf fan he used to fan the fire did not hurt him, but it just bounced a little and caused a dull pain.
The moment the laces came undone, Chen Ying's back stiffened, and the fabric of the dress slid down her spine a little.
She picked up the medicine jar and slowly poured it into the bowl. Chen Jinshi's palm was on her back, a little presumptuous.
"Wait until it cools down before drinking it. It will take another half an hour for it to take effect. Don't be impatient. Be patient."
The man's hand rubbed up along the hem of her clothes, and even through the thin cloth he could feel the delicate texture of her back. His voice was sticky: "Okay."
Chen Ying moved slowly, his knees resting against the edge of the stone bench. Suddenly, he wrapped her whole body between his arms and the tabletop, gently rubbing her lower back with his palm. His voice in her ear was half coaxing, half bewitching: "I'll serve you for once."
"What do you want to do?"
She looked at him calmly and blinked. She was not a woman who would back down.
He raised his hand and waved it in front of her eyes. "Do you like this?"
She examined it for a few seconds and nodded slightly: "If it's a hand, I think I would like it very much. It's very beautiful."
Chen Jinshi was like a peacock spreading its tail, a smile instantly stained the corners of his eyes. He gently stroked her waist with his fingertips, with a bit of pride: "Mom said it looks good, so I will only give it to Mom."
His hand slid down her waist and hooked the ties of her skirt.
Chen Ying didn't move her hand holding the medicine bowl. She just lowered her eyes to watch his movements and said coldly, "You still need your hands to write articles."
He gently undid the knot of her skirt, and the fabric slid down her legs, revealing a large area of fair skin.
It was already late at night and there was no one in the house. Even though there was a transparent skylight on all sides, the moonlight shone on her fair legs. Chen Jinshi lowered his head, rubbed his lips against her knees, and gently placed his palm on her leg, moving it slowly upwards.
Chen Ying's breathing stagnated slightly, and the medicine bowl shook.
She raised her hand to touch his hair, her fingertips running through the ends of his hair, her voice unspeakably gentle: "You are so good."
"Amu, you brought me up, and so did my body. You should do whatever you ask of me."
Yes, the period when she was raising him was the time when a man's body underwent significant changes. So, she thought domineeringly that all the places where he grew up should belong to her.
In the chaos, Chen Ying was a little distracted and couldn't help but pinch his waist.
He pulled his head to one side, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he made several swallowing movements, breathing heavily.
"Amu, is it time to drink the medicine?"
She gently touched the edge of the bowl with the back of her hand, stroked his head and said, "It's still a little hot, let it dry for a while."
Chen Jinshi squatted under her, their bodies pressed very close. He leaned on her legs, tilted his head back, longing for her kiss, and his hands moved as if he was treating a rare treasure. Chen Ying closed her eyes, gently stroking the back of his neck with her fingers, feeling his soft sliding.
After a while, she leaned on his shoulder and breathed softly. She picked up the medicine bowl, blew on it gently, and handed it to his mouth: "Drink slowly, don't burn yourself."
Chen Jinshi opened his mouth obediently and drank the medicine mouthful by mouthful. She liked to see him drink her medicine. He had been like this since he was a child. As long as it was her medicine, he had to drink it all.
A bitter taste spread in his mouth, and he poured it all down his throat with full anticipation.
After he finished drinking, she stuffed another candy into his mouth.
He pulled his fingers away and stood up to kiss her on the lips.
His movements were more urgent than before, and Chen Ying tilted her head slightly.
She still remembers asking him, "How was your day? Did you make any friends?"
Chen Jinshi's breathing suddenly became heavy, and a small groan escaped from his throat.
"Not very good, Eminem."
He wrapped his hands around her waist tighter.
Chen Jinshi's kiss moved down along the corner of her lips, and when it landed on the side of her neck, he bit it lightly, his voice muffled in her skin: "I've been thinking about you."
Chen Ying's fingertips still lingered on the back of his neck, gently scratching his skin: "What are you missing me for? You are already very proud of yourself, you should be happy."
He released her lips, buried them in the crook of her neck, and said in a muffled voice: "Maybe. Chen Ying, but this is not what I want."
"So what do you want?"
"I just want to be in your arms."
Chen Ying raised her hands to wrap around his neck and took the initiative to kiss the corner of his lips: "You can't stay here forever. I hope you can stand high. You are not born to be an unknown person."
Chen Jinshi held her arms tightly, almost embedding her into his body.
“I think these are tasteless.”
Chen Ying's fingertips slowly slid down his back, as if soothing a kitten.
She sighed softly: "Silly words, I didn't say I was leaving, Chen Jinshi, you can gain everything, you don't have to lose anything."
She thought that one day he would fade away. How could a man escape the taste of power? When that happened, she would just leave quietly.
He was her most doted child, and now she would do anything to coax him.
Two days later, Chen Ying received a visiting card from Madam Yang. She never expected that she would have such a distinguished guest.
Chen Jinxing was also surprised by this. A person like that had no shortage of highly skilled doctors around him. Even Chen Jinxing, who had already joined the Imperial Medical Service, was not worthy of Mrs. Yang's praise.
Chen Jinxing said: "Madam Yang is of noble status and has the Prime Minister behind her. We must not neglect her."
"Don't worry, I can handle it."
At 9:00 PM the next day, the Yang family sedan chair arrived at the gate of the mansion. Chen Ying went to greet them personally. She saw Madam Yang accompanied by two maids and a young woman in a light purple skirt. It was none other than Yang Lingyue.
Madam Yang saw a tall woman standing in front of the Chen Mansion. She was not the frail and slim type commonly seen among the noble ladies in the capital. Instead, she was tall and straight, with a sense of agility. She was wearing a plain dress made of soft material, which made her agility look gentle and soft.
Looking at her clothing, she wore a very plain blue skirt that reached down to her ankles, showcasing her long legs. Her eyes were the most striking feature, a gentle smile that held no trace of deliberate flattery. The faint shadow of blue beneath them didn't diminish her clarity.
His calm and peaceful demeanor, as well as his hands that can heal diseases and save lives, are worthy of respect.
No wonder Xiao Xie wanted her to make this trip in person for him.
"Doctor Shen, there's no need to be so polite." Madam Yang stepped forward, her tone gentle and without any airs. "I came here today, firstly to thank you for the pills you prepared for me, and secondly, I would like to ask you to take a look at my body again."
"Madam, please come in. The room is simple, please don't mind." Chen Ying led the two of them sideways to the main house. There were several newly planted mint plants on both sides of the road. When the wind blew, the bitter fragrance mixed with the fragrance of locust flowers in the yard wafted over, making people feel refreshed.
The main hall had been tidied up, and Zhang Ruoling had someone bring in freshly brewed pre-rain tea in an ordinary white porcelain teacup.
Yang Lingyue was naturally lively, but due to her upbringing, she wasn't very talkative or active when she first arrived at someone else's house. She simply glanced curiously at the atlas of medicinal herbs hanging on the wall of the Chen residence, and her fingertips gently touched the small ceramic jar on the corner of the table, which contained dried honeysuckle.
"Madam, are you feeling unwell these days?"
Madam Yang took the teacup, her fingertips touching the warm wall, and sighed softly, "I've been having trouble sleeping lately, tossing and turning until the middle of the night before I can even get a nap. During the day, I've been dealing with trivial matters at home, but I can't muster any energy, and even my appetite has decreased."
Chen Ying sat down with her skirt in hand and asked Madam Yang to put her wrist on the table. She raised her hand to feel her pulse, placed her fingertips on the pulse and felt it quietly for a moment, her brows slightly furrowed and then slowly relaxed.
Madam Yang had been looking at her. Xie Qingyue was a younger generation that was highly valued by the elders of both families, so his marriage was naturally no trivial matter.
Doctor Shen's appearance and character were both good. Although his background was somewhat eccentric and he wasn't a true Han Chinese, the Xie family wasn't royal, so they didn't care about that. As for family background, it was funny to say that Miss Shen had no family background at all. However, the Xie family was a top-tier clan, and they had always disdained to seek marriage alliances with other powerful families. The character of the daughter-in-law was the most important thing.
"Madam's pulse is gentle, but her Qi and blood are a little weak. I think it's due to mental and physical strain."
She withdrew her hand and said, "If you still trust me, I will make you another pill."
"I've been taking the medicine Xiao Xie asked you for. I feel lighter than before, but my insomnia hasn't improved."
Chen Ying pondered for a moment, then smiled gently, "You have too many things on your mind. You have to take care of the food, clothing, and expenses of dozens of people. These things may seem trivial, but every one of them must be taken care of. You stay awake during the day to deal with them, and when you lie down at night, your mind is probably still thinking about what you have to do tomorrow. How can you sleep peacefully?"
A hint of surprise flashed in Madam Yang's eyes. She had never expected the other party to say such a thing, so she sighed softly: "That's what I said, but these things can't be avoided. I have to think about it."
"I know, but seeing that my whole family is being well taken care of, I feel it's worth it no matter how much I worry about it." Chen Ying said as she picked up the pen to write the prescription.
Doctor Shen's words were like warm water soaking into the heart, making people feel comfortable just by listening to them. Madam Yang admired her even more.
Chen Ying handed over a prescription: "You have to promise me that every evening you will take half an hour to sit in the courtyard and look at the flowers, or have the maid read a book. Don't think about anything else. You have to let yourself relax first, so that the medicine can work."
Yang Lingyue was listening at the side, and suddenly said, "Mother, I'll stay with you and read the storybook to you."
Madam Yang was amused by her daughter, and Chen Ying also laughed: "Excuse me, how old is the young lady?"
Yang Lingyue replied: "Sixteen."
"We also have a young lady in our family, but she's only thirteen."
Madam Yang said, "There's no need to rush at thirteen. When a girl is young, she should study more than socialize. It's not too late to start socializing when she's fifteen."
Chen Ying paused, her hand gripping the pen, a gentle smile spreading across her eyes. "Madam is right. My daughter is a quiet person, and she loves to sit in the courtyard with her medical books in her arms, reading. At first, I was worried she'd get bored, but then, seeing how absorbed she was in her reading, I decided that reading can truly nourish one's character, and is better than learning those superficial social etiquette too early."
Yang Lingyue's eyes lit up: "I heard that Sister Chen is from Loufan. I also like reading, but I don't like reading about medicine. I like reading travel notes. There are descriptions of the wind and sand and grasslands in Loufan. They are very interesting!"
Chen Ying nodded gently at her: "I have a travel journal with illustrations of flowers and plants. It describes the exotic flowers and plants from various places. It can not only appreciate the scenery, but also help you recognize some plants. You will definitely like it, so why not give it to you."
Yang Lingyue's eyes lit up instantly. "Thank you, Sister Chen! I've long wondered if the travelogue's description of 'Loufan in autumn, the hillsides are covered with sea buckthorn' is true. Also, do the 'tumbleweeds' mentioned there really follow the wind?"
Chen Ying sent a servant to Chen Jinshi's room to retrieve the book, then nodded to Yang Lingyue, "It's true. Loufan is beautiful, and sea buckthorn is sour, but the jam made from it is delicious."
Yang Lingyue was chatting with her happily. She rolled her eyes and suddenly thought of something, so she asked, "Is Second Master Chen here?"
Chen Ying was stunned for a moment, then smiled and asked, "How do you know him?"
Yang Lingyue said, "That day at the Qionglin Banquet, Mr. Chen and my fifth sister talked for a long time about topics I couldn't understand. Today, I came to see him on my fifth sister's behalf." Madam Yang pretended to accuse her, "Xiaoliu, don't be rude!"
After being scolded by her mother, Yang Lingyue really stopped talking and sat up straight: "Sister Shen, I'm sorry."
Chen Ying smiled gently and shook her head: "It's nothing, Chen Er is at home."
She cast her gaze on Madam Yang. Whether to ask Chen Jinshi to come out to pay her respects depended on the elders' opinion. He could not come out rashly when the female relatives were present.
Mrs. Yang showed no expression, but still obeyed her youngest daughter.
"I like that young man too. Ask him to come out and meet me. There's no need to be so formal."
Chen Ying stood up in response, walked to the door and called out softly.
Chen Jinshi had just been taking care of medicinal herbs for Chen Ying in the backyard. Hearing this, he slowly walked over. There were still some spots of mud on the hem of his long gown, and there was a faint bitter scent of herbs between his fingertips.
When Chen Ying saw him coming like this, she felt quite disappointed with him.
Even with such a distinguished guest here, he didn't even bother to change into proper clothes.
He walked into the hall and performed the ceremony in a proper manner: "Greetings, Master's Wife."
His eyes swept over Yang Lingyue, nodded slightly, then turned to Chen Ying with an expressionless face.
She asked him to come out to meet the guests, so he came, and then what happened.
Seeing him coming, Yang Lingyue relaxed her posture, which had been forced to sit upright by her mother's training, and couldn't help but blurt out, "Second Master Chen is still handsome even after changing into plain clothes. I think he's a perfect match for me..."
Madam Yang's expression changed, and she scolded him harshly, "Stop talking nonsense."
Chen Ying was stunned and hurried to smooth things over: "The girl is still young, she shouldn't be so restrained in what she said, Madam, please don't be angry."
"Xiaoliu has been spoiled by me. I haven't been as strict with her as I was with Xiaowu since she was little. But a girl shouldn't say anything out loud."
Yang Lingyue shut up instantly. It was really because Sister Shen was too gentle that she dared to say anything. She was good at observing people's expressions. If it was really her father or grandfather who was in front of her, she would not dare to say anything even if she had a hundred courage.
Chen Jinshi stood close behind Shen Ying, his hands on her waist.
Chen Ying avoided it calmly.
She glanced at Chen Jinshi calmly and said to Madam Yang, "He hasn't understood anything yet. Just pretend he can't hear anything he says."
Chen Jinshi's fingertips froze in mid-air, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his hands hanging at his sides slowly clenched, as if his appearance had embarrassed her.
He shrugged indifferently and stood behind her all the time.
Chen Ying seemed to understand something from what Madam Yang and Yang Lingyue said, the Miss Yang Wu whom she had never met.
Chen Jinshi's hands were always vaguely on her back. Madam Yang praised his righteous character, saying that a man's composure and quietness were the most valuable. As he stroked her back, Chen Ying recalled countless times the way those hands had passed through her last night, and when they were removed, the way his middle and ring fingers, stuck together, opened to her, and his silly smile.
He loved his wet and sticky fingers and was proud of it, which meant that she was pleased by him.
He would smile foolishly, then stroke his abdominal muscles and ask her to lower her eyes to look.
Now he is very well-behaved. He also knows how Madam Yang will scrutinize and evaluate him during this trip. When Shen Ying is feeling uneasy, he will not do anything embarrassing in front of the guests so as to make them leave in anger.
Madam Yang's tone remained gentle: "I heard earlier that Chen Jia Erlang was a naughty boy when he was young, but now he seems to be quiet."
Such rumors can be easily discovered with a little inquiry. Although Chen Jinxing would never announce to the public that he has a naughty younger brother, the people in the second house might do so.
Chen Ying lowered her eyes and responded with a low "hmm" in her throat.
"He'll be better when he grows up."
As he was speaking, a gust of wind suddenly blew in from outside the courtyard, causing the bamboo curtain hanging in the hall to sway slightly.
The spring wind was also bone-chillingly cold, and Chen Ying subconsciously pulled her clothes closer.
Chen Jinshi immediately stood up and several female relatives looked at him.
"Amu, I'll go get you a cape."
He just nodded slightly to Madam Yang, turned around and walked quickly towards the wing room. When he was preparing the herbs just now, he saw Chen Ying's plain cloak draped on the bamboo chair under the corridor.
But after a moment, he came back with the cloak.
He walked behind Chen Ying, naturally spread out his cloak, and gently put it on her shoulders.
When his fingertips went around her neck, he deliberately used less force. In front of the guests, he was extremely careful not to touch her, maintaining that restrained distance. He only slowly brought the laces around her and tied a loose knot for her.
Chen Ying wanted to raise her hand to take it, but seeing how serious he was and how cautious he was in keeping his distance, she withdrew her hand, curled her fingertips quietly, and said nothing, only sighing softly.
Madam Yang looked over the scene and paused with her hand holding the teacup. There was a maid beside her helping her add clothes. It was not considered rude that Chen Jinshi ignored her. She was thinking about something else.
Yang Lingyue lowered her voice and said, "Second Master Chen is such a considerate person."
Women are always touched by men's attentiveness.
Madam Yang glanced at her daughter and took a sip of tea. "Men should do important things. If you are too meticulous, you may not win Zhiwei's favor. These things are done by maids."
Yang Lingyue seemed to understand but still nodded.
Chen Jinshi stood back behind Shen Ying. Shen Ying raised her eyes and smiled at Madam Yang, her tone calm, "He has been sensible since he was young, and more considerate than others, but he is a bit rough with himself. When he was young, he loved to wield swords and sticks, without caring about his body at all."
Chen Ying didn't know what she was thinking. On the one hand, she wanted Madam Yang to really like Chen Jin, but on the other hand... forget it, could it be that she really wanted her to say bad things about him?
Chen Jinshi was a Jinshi, and his future career depended entirely on his mentor, Yang Chang. He was also the youngest among the Jinshi this year. The three top-ranked candidates were too young to be considered by the Yang family.
Chen Ying didn't know that Mrs. Yang came today more to see her than to see Chen Jinshi.
Seeing that Madam Yang's teacup was empty, Chen Ying quickly raised her hand to signal the servant to add more tea. She then said with a smile, "The mansion just steamed some jujube paste cakes this morning. Madam and Miss, would you like to try some?"
As he said this, he stood up and took two pieces from the food box and handed them to the plates in front of Mrs. Yang and Yang Lingyue respectively.
She finally realized that Mrs. Yang's eyes were always on her and rarely fell on Chen Jinshi. Only Yang Lingyue looked at him from time to time out of curiosity.
Chen Ying figured things out. How could a family like this really consider Chen Jinshi as their son-in-law based on just one encounter? Madam Yang's visit today, besides seeing a doctor, might have other purposes.
As the sun set, Chen Ying wanted to invite everyone to dinner. Madam Yang stood up and said goodbye: "I've bothered you for a long time today. Madam Xie and I are also close friends. If she sees you tomorrow, she will definitely like you. It just so happens that the 19th of this month is my old man's birthday. You should come then, Miss Chen. I like you very much."
Chen Ying hurriedly stood up and saw him off all the way to the gate of the mansion before she realized what was happening.
She stood on the steps for a moment, then slowly turned around and saw Chen Jinshi leaning against the porch pillar, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his hand.
Shen Ying's eyes fell on him, and her tone was emotionless: "You should behave well today."
He behaved too mediocrely in front of Madam Yang today.
He even seemed dull, boring, and unpleasant. Even the originally annoying qualities he had disappeared.
Chen Jinshi raised his eyes to look at her: "Oh."
"What about you?" he asked again.
"Me what?" She turned and walked towards the main hall.
"How did you perform?"
Chen Ying paused: "What do you want to say?"
"She came here for Xie Qingyue, Chen Ying."
Chen Jinshi was unwilling to possess her in a domineering manner. Perhaps, he should support her no matter what choice she made.
But that goes against his nature.
As a result, he has grown into an increasingly awkward person.
Chen Ying was not happy to hear him say that. She said coldly, "Chen Jinshi, stop messing around."
She walked into the house and he followed her: "But you haven't explained it clearly to Xie Qingyue yet."
"I haven't had the chance to meet him yet. I'll explain it clearly when I see him next time."
She sat down on the chair, and Chen Jinshi stood in front of her, looking down at her with a mixture of grievance and staring.
He stood very close, and with a push of his knee, he pushed his legs apart.
"No, Am, you don't have to explain it to him. You can keep a possibility for yourself."
Chen Ying looked up in surprise. She gently lifted her legs, placed one leg over the other, and rubbed her toes against his calves.
His legs stood there stiffly, motionless.
"Really? Then I'll do as you say."
His Adam's apple rolled and his body remained stiff and motionless.
He had already reacted, but after receiving her answer, he still pretended to be calm.
He continued to persuade: "If Eminem feels that he is indeed suitable."
Chen Ying felt like something was blocking her heart, making her feel painful: "Chen Jinshi, you shouldn't say such things."
He leaned over, put his hands on the arms of the chair, and held her in his arms: "Am, I'm thinking about you. I'm very well behaved now."
His palm was on the back of her neck, staring straight at her, forcing her to look up as he touched a spot of skin suggestively.
His eyes were equally dark and unclear, but he was saying words with completely different meanings.
Just when Shen Ying really began to doubt his intentions, he suddenly leaned down and forced her to look him in the eye.
"Am, am I well-behaved and obedient enough? If you are satisfied with me, I want to fuck you to death on the couch, is that okay?"
His vicious side was finally revealed. Chen Ying opened her lips slightly and looked at him in disbelief.
He was always like that, showing her what he wanted to do with actions and physical reactions rather than words.
So, which of his words could she believe? Or could she absolutely not believe them and not do them! Otherwise...
"Amu, please respond to me gently, okay? I like you to speak to me gently, it makes me want to..."
He stroked her cheek, his eyes filled with unconcealable aggression and ferocity.
He had already pressed his cheek against hers: "Let me enjoy myself to my heart's content, just consider it as punishment."
Punishment? Shen Ying wanted to know, who did he mean to punish?
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