Chapter 53 Retribution 4 Is my husband jealous?
Su He was almost pissed off by him. What does "reluctant" mean?
But this was the critical moment for her revenge, and she couldn't make things too awkward with him.
She softened her tone, "My husband, you're joking. I've only just met Mr. Zeng a few times, drinking tea and playing chess together a few times. I really don't know much about him."
Xie Wuhen looked at her, expressionless.
Under the flickering candlelight, his handsome features were cold and deep, carrying a kind of unstoppable power that made people breathless.
His tone was steady and unhurried: "How did my wife and Zeng Yidao meet?"
The atmosphere was a bit stiff.
Su He smiled casually, "My acquaintance with Mr. Zeng was just a coincidence."
Her acquaintance with Zeng Yidao was a coincidence when she tried to get close to Liu in order to kill Du Yuting, but she could not tell him the truth.
She said, "I remember one day I went to a teahouse for tea and happened to meet Mrs. Liu from the Du family. At that time, Master Du had not yet been murdered. Mrs. Liu would enthusiastically go to the teahouse every day to learn the art of tea from Mr. Zeng. It was through her introduction that I met Mr. Zeng."
Xie Wuhen paused slightly: "Liu is looking for Zeng Yidao to learn tea?"
Su He arched her brows. "Yes, my dear husband, don't you know that Liu is the only disciple Mr. Zeng has ever had?"
Xie Wuhen's expression eased slightly: "What else?"
Su He paused: "What else?"
"Other information about Zeng Yidao."
"I only know that he is good at tea and chess, never married, and is the owner of the Worry-Free Tea House. As for the rest, I really don't know."
Xie Wuhen took a deep breath: "My wife actually knew that he has never married in his life!"
Su He told the truth: "Mr. Zeng said that I looked like an old friend of his, and it was revealed unintentionally."
He secretly clenched his fists, suppressing the emotions surging in his heart: "He likes that old friend, right?"
Su He was stunned for a moment, looking at his eyes which were gradually turning red, and suddenly she understood.
He wasn't judging her, he was jealous!
That's why I used the excuse of "case" to trick her into talking.
Su He hurriedly explained, "Mr. Zeng and I are of different generations. My husband, are you... mistaking it for something?"
He suddenly stood up, pulled her up from the chair and carried her to the table.
One of them was sitting and the other was standing, looking into each other's eyes.
His face was tense, his eyes were red, and his pupils seemed to be dancing with flames. He said, "Zhou Ping is even older than Zeng Yidao. Didn't you want to marry him in the beginning?"
He suspected she was naturally attracted to older men.
Su He really wanted to laugh. How deep was his misunderstanding of her? How could he not even be jealous in the right way?
But she couldn't laugh, otherwise he would get even angrier.
She raised her eyes to look at him, and said jokingly, "Are you jealous, my husband?"
He said stubbornly: "I didn't."
"My husband is clearly jealous of Mr. Zeng."
"What a joke! Why would I be jealous of a fifty-year-old man?"
He had a cold face and looked like he would never admit defeat.
She knew that he had his own pride and his own fragility.
He doesn't believe in marriage or love between men and women; he is afraid of betrayal and afraid of becoming a person who was kept in the dark like his father.
However, he married her for the sake of a meal, and because they were together day and night, he developed a possessive desire for her, so he was worried and full of doubts.
But she couldn't give him any promises.
She was destined to leave, and leave in just a few months.
He too was destined to be abandoned—destined to become like his father.
However, at this moment, when she looked at him, she felt that he was like a child who had been wronged and needed to be coaxed, and she felt pity in her heart again.
I can't bear to see him sad, I can't bear to see him disappointed, I can't bear to see him helpless, struggling, and confused.
She wanted to make him happy and feel safe, at least for the moment.
She stretched out her arms, put them around his neck, and then kissed his lips, nose, and forehead...
Her kiss was thick and gentle, melting away all his anger and resentment.
He leaned down, cupped her face, and placed his forehead against hers.
Between the skins touching each other, the breath of each other lingered quietly.
He asked, "Then why did my wife care about him so much just now in the teahouse?"
"I don't have any."
"You have."
"I, your humble concubine, would like to hear the details."
He let go of her face, his gentle eyes still hiding a man's unique stubbornness: "You once asked me if Zeng Yidao had violated the laws of Liang State. If this isn't concern, what is it?"
This petty-minded man actually remembered every word she said so clearly.
Su He gave him a sidelong glance, feigning shyness. "I'm just worried that if Mr. Zeng breaks the law, I'll be implicated by frequenting his teahouse."
"really?"
"really!"
He finally breathed a sigh of relief, then kissed her fiercely, leaving her breathless.
Then he simply bent down, picked her up, and put her on the bed in two steps...
He seemed anxious and frantic, and even tore her shirt.
She murmured, "Husband, don't be anxious."
His tone was cruel: "Tell me, whose wife are you?"
"My poor concubine is my husband's wife."
"Who is your husband?"
"Xie Wuhen!"
"Call me Ziyu."
She called out "Zi Yu".
"Who is He He's husband?"
"It's Ziyu."
"What is Ziyu doing now?"
Su He was shy and couldn't answer.
He rushed forward and said, "He He, tell me quickly."
"My poor concubine...I can't say it."
Su He felt ashamed and regretted not extinguishing the candle in the room.
He is moving forward!
And they kept shouting "He He" until they reached the top.
When the wind and rain stopped, he seemed content and held her for a long time without letting go.
She felt a little regretful, regretful that she didn't see through his domineering nature in time, and regretful that she was soft-hearted and too accommodating to him.
When he sees her true identity in the future, will he be as soft-hearted as she is?
Probably not!
Maybe she would be cut into pieces in the most brutal way possible?
Or drag her to Caishikou and behead her in public?
Thinking of this, Su He felt uneasy and stood up to get out of bed.
He pulled her back: "Madam, lie down for a while."
He added, "I lost my mind this time because of my anger. Next time I will do it outside and won't let my wife drink the contraceptive soup again."
After all, medicine is harmful to the body.
She said, "Thank you for your understanding, husband."
She added, "I want to go wash up." After saying that, she broke free from his arms and went to the bathroom in her slippers.
Today's intercourse was too sudden, so Chunlan naturally did not prepare any contraceptive soup.
It should be okay to not use contraception once, right?
She convinced herself and then buried her whole body in the bathtub.
It was still raining outside, and the sound of rain was heard from near and far, continuously.
As a child, she loved rainy days very much, and liked the rhythmic and soothing "rustling" sound.
Whenever it rained, Daddy didn't have to make so much tea, so he had time to stay with her in the back room, teach her to read, and make sweet drinks for her.
On days when my mother is not busy, the three of us will stay in the house to play chess, eat snacks, and chat about everything under the sun.
Later she became a slave and began to hate rainy days.
Whenever it rained, she had to polish Li Shuli's shoes, hold an umbrella for her, or kneel on the ground to dry the rain-soaked porch, or pick up fallen leaves one by one in the mud in the garden.
If she is not careful, she will be subjected to verbal abuse or even beatings.
Li Shuli once said that torturing the servants in the house on rainy days was the joy of her life.
What an arrogant and domineering face, but who can do anything to her?
Su He sighed deeply and leaned his head back against the bathtub.
To this day, she is still struggling to survive in desperate situations and still cannot feel the comfort she felt on rainy days as a child.
This is good, this way she can be extremely cautious. After all, the road ahead is still long and she still needs to keep going.
But at this moment, she wanted to slow down and relax, so she fell asleep leaning against the bathtub.
When he woke up, it was already the next day, and Xie Wuhen had already gone to work.
Could it be that he was the one who carried her to bed last night?
Chunlan came in and helped her wash and dress. "Miss, you didn't even have time to eat dinner yesterday, and your husband didn't allow us to wake you up. You must be hungry by now, right?"
Su He felt refreshed: "I slept all night and didn't feel hungry."
Zhang Xiuhua came into the room carrying breakfast and continued the conversation: "If you don't get hungry now, you might as well become a god."
The three people in the room all smiled.
The rain was still falling, but much lighter than yesterday, and the water under the steps had become shallower.
After breakfast, Su He went out to look at the sky. The sky outside the rain curtain was still gray.
Zhang Xiuhua couldn't help but worry: "What if it rains again tomorrow?"
Su He said firmly, "Don't worry, Auntie, the rain will stop today."
Zhang Xiuhua was puzzled: "Why?"
Su He pointed to the southeast sky and said, "Aunt, look, the dark clouds there have already dispersed."
Zhang Xiuhua looked in the direction she pointed and saw that the sky was indeed exceptionally dazzling.
"As long as you're confident, Miss," she breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "Miss, you're going to do it at night tomorrow. If your son-in-law doesn't see you when he returns from his shift, how will you explain it?"
Su He thought for a moment and called out "Chunlan".
Chunlan stepped forward: "Miss, please give me your instructions."
She ordered, "You stay at the mansion tomorrow. When your son-in-law asks, you can say that I went back to my parents' home to visit my father and need to stay overnight."
Chunlan asked, "Miss, are you really going to stay at the Li family tomorrow?"
"Of course not." Su He said indifferently, "Even if I have to stay there for one night, I will never go back to the Li family."
Chunlan smiled and said, "I will listen to you, young lady."
Finally, he said, "By the way, the young lady asked me to find out about the meeting between the son-in-law and Mr. Zeng yesterday, and I have already found out."
She asked, "How?"
"From Mr. Wu's tone, it doesn't seem like a big deal. Mr. Zeng has the same surname as a tea master named Zeng Wusheng from twenty years ago, so he attracted the investigation of the son-in-law."
"Do you have any evidence against Mr. Zeng?"
Chunlan shook her head: "No, so yesterday, the son-in-law just had a few words with Mr. Zeng, and there was no unpleasant conflict between the two."
"That's good." Su He breathed a sigh of relief, but after thinking about it carefully, he was still puzzled: "I wonder what kind of queen he is looking for when investigating the tea master? What is the relationship between the queen and the tea master?"
Chunlan replied, "I've tried to get Wu Sheng to tell me before, but he won't tell me no matter what he does."
She turned and went back to the house: "Forget it, let's not worry about irrelevant things, let's just mind our own business."
That night, the rain stopped as expected.
The next day, the sun rose in the east, the morning glow shone, and the whole world seemed to be bright again.
Su He had just finished lunch when Ah Si came into the room and reported, "Madam, Song Sheng just sent a message saying he can lead Liu Dazhong to the melon shed outside the city at 3:30 tonight."
A light flashed in her eyes and she said "very good".
Then he told Zhang Xiuhua, "Aunt, let me wear that scarlet skirt today."
Scarlet is my mother's favorite color.
Zhang Xiuhua couldn't control her emotions for a moment, nodded "OK", and turned to look for clothes in the wooden cabinet.
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