Chapter 71◇
◎Someone bullied me, sob sob sob◎
Soon Feng Ran found out what Duan Jingchuan was busy with. "Really? I can really leave the manor?" Feng Ran was overjoyed. She had been really bored these days, and she didn't expect her husband to give her such a big surprise.
Duan Jingchuan felt very sorry for her. He had seen Feng Ran's low spirits during this time, and he couldn't help but look envious every time he looked at the birds outside the window. Although she could leave the mansion freely now, it was still not very interesting. He had promised her that after the New Year, he would take her out for a walk to help her relax.
"I've wronged you by keeping me confined to this mansion before. In the future, I will take you out more often. I will accompany you wherever you want to go."
Feng Ran wrapped her arms around Duan Jingchuan's arm, tilted her head and rested it on his shoulder, playing with his black hair. "There's no grievance. If you don't want to go out, you don't have to force yourself."
Some wounds aren't inflicted in a day, nor can they be healed in just a few months. She didn't want to force Duan Jingchuan just because she was bored. If she was bored, she could play with her husband; she could play with him endlessly. She wasn't that bored.
Duan Jingchuan pinched Feng Ran's nose. "Look at me, I'm perfectly fine now. I've troubled you to take care of me for so long, and now I can take care of you in the future."
Feng Ran looked quite pleased with herself. "Of course, there are few people in this world as good as me. Come and praise me, give me some love as a reward." She then tapped her own face, the meaning of which was self-evident.
Duan Jingchuan chuckled and gently pinched it with his long fingers. "Don't try to seduce me all the time. You're not willing when it's finally your turn."
Feng Ran retorted loudly, "Husband, doesn't your conscience hurt? Or doesn't your kidney hurt? Even if none of these things hurt, doesn't your little husband feel pain?"
......
He was wrong; he shouldn't have brought up that topic.
To be honest, he was in pain, but he just couldn't help it.
He kissed Feng Ran on the forehead, a way of diverting her attention that he had learned from his wife. "Madam, my second sister is getting married to the Crown Prince in a few days. Would you like to attend the ceremony?"
Who is the second younger sister? Duan Yuxia? Feng Ran's eyes flashed with great confusion.
Feng Ran's gaze was so easy to understand that it was easy to ignore. Duan Jingchuan sighed, realizing that his wife's memory did indeed need to be discerned from the actual situation. He could only subtly remind her, "Miss Wu is marrying into the family as a concubine this time."
Miss Wu the Second! Wu Fengqing, Feng Ran put on a mask of pain. Sure enough, she had been living a life of luxury for too long and had forgotten that this person had a grudge against her. But she was really not good at dealing with the intricacies of the inner quarters. Wu Fengqing's crime did not warrant death, but she could not just kill him with a single punch. It was so difficult.
She couldn't help but whine to Duan Jingchuan, "Husband, now that she's married, does that mean I can't hit her anymore?"
Duan Jingchuan's eyes were subtle. Could it be that his wife really had a tendency towards domestic violence? Was she just too embarrassed to hit him, so she thought of hitting his sister instead? For his wife's sake, he could endure it. He said with difficulty, "You can hit me to relieve your boredom, Madam."
"Huh?" Feng Ran raised her voice, completely confused. Now it was her turn to have a subtle look in her eyes. "Why would I hit you? Does my husband have some kind of special preference?"
"It wasn't me, I didn't do it, don't overthink it!" Duan Jingchuan's ears turned bright red, and he said in a panic, "I didn't!"
Feng Ran looked doubtful, but thought she understood and patted Duan Jingchuan's shoulder, saying, "Husband, it's okay. If you have this kind of need, I can learn to satisfy you."
Why did the topic veer off-topic like this? In the past, he found it quite amusing when his wife wrote irrelevant things, but now that it was happening to him, he couldn't laugh.
Unable to contain the mockery in Feng Ran's eyes, Duan Jingchuan pushed Feng Ran far away with a dark face. "Didn't Madam say you wanted to hit Miss Wu? Why is that?"
Feng Ran's face fell, her lips drooped, and she kept repeating, "You pulled me away! You actually pulled me away!"
Duan Jingchuan had a headache. He stretched out his long arm and pulled her back. He felt Feng Ran's hands kneading and rubbing his waist with a blank expression, as if he were completely detached from worldly affairs.
Feng Ran was satisfied. She pressed herself against Duan Jingchuan's chest and took the initiative to explain the small misunderstanding from earlier, "I just don't like her. She hit me before, and I hold a grudge. She used to bully me and feed me bad food. I want to get revenge on her!"
Duan Jingchuan narrowed his eyes and found the key point in the sentence: Wu Fengqing had once humiliated Wu Fengran, and his wife wanted revenge.
For a moment, countless ways to punish Wu Fengqing flashed through Jingchuan's mind. He racked his brains trying to figure out which method would appease his wife. Before that, he asked, "To kill or to live?"
Shocking! Is it a distorted society or the rise of social anxiety? Her husband is actually a law enforcement officer!
Clutching at Duan Jingchuan's clothes with both hands, she said, "A good husband is one who obeys the law. Quickly bend down and give me a kiss to comfort me!"
He only knew how to make fun of him once or twice. Even a clay figure has three points of temper. Duan Jingchuan was annoyed by Feng Ran's repeated eccentricities. Without blushing or skipping a beat, he brought his face close to Feng Ran's and said, "Scent it in the right place. Scent it properly, or I won't be satisfied."
Duan Jingchuan's initiative made Feng Ran back down, and she leaned back, "Hehe, husband, I'm very satisfied with you, satisfied inside and out, top to bottom." She didn't forget to emphasize the word "top to bottom."
Duan Jingchuan twitched the corner of his mouth, letting Feng Ran go without pressing for the reason. He said meaningfully, "We'll be setting off for Ancheng in half a month. We don't know when we'll be back. If there's anything you want to do, Madam, you might as well make arrangements in advance. I'll help you get whatever you want."
Feng Ran nodded like a chick pecking at rice, "Let me think about how to really fool you. My husband, you really understand me best." She added a casual compliment at the end.
Duan Jingchuan's eyes crinkled. His wife was really easy to understand. She never lied to him. If she kept changing the subject, it meant she couldn't say it or hadn't thought of how to say it.
See? Now they're even openly telling him lies.
"By the way, I heard you think highly of the man your second sister is dating." Duan Jingchuan was really curious about what exactly happened that day. Feng Ran not only subdued the usually arrogant Duan Jingyin, but also made Duan Yuxia start listening to her.
Feng Ran recalled the long-forgotten fragments and nodded honestly, "Indeed, not a great villain, not a bad person but not a good person either. Why did you ask this, my husband?"
"Recently, my family has been arranging marriages for my two younger sisters. My mother wants to marry my second sister to her nephew, but both my cousin Qin and my second sister disagree." Duan Jingchuan knew that Feng Ran liked to hear gossip, so he catered to her interests by telling her some fresh and interesting stories every day.
“It’s normal for Second Sister to have objections. She and that young man are clearly birds of a feather. Why doesn’t Qin Lianhua agree? Is it because she and Second Sister don’t get along?” Feng Ran perked up again, eagerly waiting to hear the story.
Duan Jingchuan raised an eyebrow. For some reason, his wife always called him "Qin Lianhua". At first, he thought it was a slip of the tongue, but later he never saw his wife change her words. But that didn't matter. Calling her Qin Yehua was fine too.
"Madam, you may not know this, but Cousin Qin has taken a liking to my elder brother." This was something Duan Jingchuan only discovered later. Previously, Madam Qin had considered making Qin Lianhua his concubine or even his secondary wife. He originally wanted to find a family for Qin Lianhua to marry into, but later he found that her heart was not with him, but rather with Duan Yuze. This made him somewhat unsure, so he let her return home safely.
"Qin Lianhua? Duan Yuze?" A big question mark appeared above Feng Ran's head. When did these two get together? How come she didn't know?
Duan Jingchuan gave her an affirmative look, but said, "Doesn't Madam know?" His wife should be very sensitive to these things.
It was rare for Feng Ran to be on the same wavelength as Duan Jingchuan, and she said irritably, "Why should I know? I think you can't keep up with everything."
This wasn't a confession, but Duan Jingchuan's palms still burned as he murmured, "I only look at Madam."
That adorable little face is here again! Feng Ran's heart itched, so she reached out and took advantage of the situation, saying with a smug smile, "Why are you so tall? I can't even reach you for a kiss."
Duan Jingchuan lowered his head slightly and kissed Feng Ran's cheek with utmost sincerity, saying gently, "From now on, I will lower my head."
Feng Ran suddenly hugged Duan Jingchuan's neck and rubbed against him hard twice, then returned to normal. "Why did you suddenly bring up my second sister's marriage? Is there something wrong with Mother's nephew?"
He patiently untangled Feng Ran's hair, saying, "I don't know. I was just thinking that you gave Second Sister a hint before, perhaps hoping she would get what she wanted." If so, he would naturally take care of this matter.
"No, it's their business how they treat you, whether they treat you badly or how they live. Don't worry about it, you're not a sucker." Feng Ran pouted, showing no concern for who the Duan siblings would end up with.
Feng Ran's unconditional protection warmed his heart. "It's just a casual act of helping out; it's nothing serious."
"Then do as you please. We'll talk about it when they need your help." Don't be fooled by Feng Ran's seemingly good relationship with them; she has a clear sense of right and wrong and knows exactly what's good for her. Don't try to use their friendship as a pretext to blackmail them.
"Okay, whatever you say." Duan Jingchuan didn't care about these things; they weren't a big deal.
Feng Ran played with Duan Jingchuan's hair, then her eyes suddenly lit up. "Husband, I've figured out how to fool you!"
Duan Jingchuan's lips twitched. You don't need to say that to me. Do you expect me to reply with "You're great"?
I don't know what expression to make, I just need to keep a blank face, luckily Feng Ran doesn't care about that.
She shook her head, winked and made faces for a while before finally gathering her emotions, then stared at Duan Jingchuan with her big, watery eyes, "Husband, someone is bullying me, sob sob sob."
Duan Jingchuan spoke up decisively, "It's still a bit fake right now, you need to get your emotions in check."
Feng Ran's lips drooped halfway before curving upwards again, and she nodded in agreement, "I also feel it's a bit fake. Let me think of some more ways to make you feel sorry for me."
Unable to hold back any longer, Duan Jingchuan said, "You don't need to tell me that." He wasn't feeling sorry for Duan Jingchuan; he just wanted to laugh.
"No way, my expression and lies will definitely look fake. I need to let you know in advance so you can give me special treatment." Feng Ran made up a story with a straight face.
The smile had been lingering in his throat for a long time, but Duan Jingchuan finally couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing. He pinched Feng Ran's face, which had changed shape because of her antics, and said, "Just tell me directly, and I'll believe whatever you say. There's no need to go through all this trouble."
Feng Ran rolled her eyes at Duan Jingchuan. "You don't understand. This is called a sense of ritual. Look, even if I make up lies to deceive you now, I'm still happy. How can that be the same?"
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