One second it was fine, the next second it was like...
"Madam, your eyes are missing." A cool male voice suddenly sounded in Ye Qingzhou's ear.
Ye Qingzhou was lost in thought, watching the figure of the sugar seller.
The sudden sound interrupted her thoughts.
The figure of the sugar figurine seller disappeared amidst the bustling crowds on the street. The cries of the surrounding vendors, the haggling, and the lively chirping of cicadas in the trees all returned to her ears.
"Oh dear! You scared me." Ye Qingzhou rummaged through the things in her hands; a bag of ghee-fried abalone and a bag of jujube paste rice cakes were both there. "What's missing?"
"Conscience. Your conscience." Jiang Jinghong, tall and strong, was holding a small bowl of lychee syrup in his hands, looking up at the sky with a childish, sulky expression: "You're looking at other men, where have you forgotten about your own man?"
Oh, she's jealous again.
How come I never noticed before that he was so serious about relationships? He wouldn't tolerate even the slightest carelessness.
"Oh dear, I haven't forgotten you," Ye Qingzhou said kindly.
Jiang Jinghong stood ramrod straight, without uttering a sound.
"Impossible to listen to advice?" Ye Qingzhou, carrying two bags of pastries, complained that they were too heavy. She dumped both bags of pastries into Jiang Jinghong's hands, saying, "Ouch, my hands hurt."
Jiang Jinghong took the snacks, carried them, and continued to look at the sky, still snorting coldly.
"Our Jinghong is so handsome and dashing! How can he be so incredibly brave? What a dashing young man!" Ye Qingzhou grabbed Jiang Jinghong's sleeves with both hands, shaking his body and acting coquettishly.
Jiang Jinghong's lips curved into a smile, her head still held high: "Then why are you looking at other people?"
“He has lactose lions on his stall. I remember you bought one for Qingqing, and she loved it. Jiang Yuan said your daughter, Bihe, also likes it,” Ye Qingzhou said gently.
Qingzhou misses her child. It's been so long since they last met.
Qingzhou was still thinking about my daughter. She had never even met Bihe. She loved me so much, and that love extended to everything related to Bihe.
In Jiang Jinghong's heart, the dark clouds dispersed, revealing a clear blue sky. However, the cunning mindset of a seasoned businessman still lingered, and he maintained his composure while secretly calculating: He wanted her to love him more.
Seeing the changing emotions on Jiang Jinghong's face, Ye Qingzhou knew that he had softened, so she pressed on, whining like a kitten, "Jinghong, don't be angry anymore, okay? We finally got to come out and have some fun for a few days."
Not content with his whining, Ye Qingzhou wanted to cheer him up, so she held a handkerchief in her hand and gently wiped his sweat to help him catch his breath.
The two of them leaned against an old tree that took three people to encircle. The tree acted as a natural barrier, isolating them from the noisy crowd.
Such gentle, sweet breath made Jiang Jinghong feel completely comfortable, truly intoxicated by her tenderness. A thought flashed through his mind: "Give me a kiss. Like we did in the water yesterday."
There are so many people in broad daylight!
Ye Qingzhou immediately stopped and took a step back. She looked around. Fortunately, everyone was busy and no one noticed them.
"Don't be afraid, come here. I'll cover it with my sleeve. No one will see," Jiang Jinghong said, bowing her head to comfort her.
"No..." Ye Qingzhou tried to retreat, but Jiang Jinghong stretched out his arm and blocked her way.
"Just for a moment..." Jiang Jinghong coaxed patiently.
"Hey! You two illicit lovers, where are you? I've been looking all over for you!" a man shouted in a boisterous manner.
Ye Qingzhou was taken aback, covered her face with a handkerchief, and was about to leave.
Jiang Jinghong tightened his embrace, stopping her, and whispered in her ear, "I'll pay you back later. Okay?"
Anyway, it's not now, that's good. There are other people around. Ye Qingzhou said, "Let's go."
Jiang Jinghong placed his hand on her waist and they walked out together.
Then, the two of them stepped back.
Old Jiu, who was guarding the big tree, held a stick and pressed them back step by step.
"Don't be afraid. I'll fight them later, you go first. Your senior brother and sister-in-law are at the inn, they can help you," Jiang Jinghong whispered in Ye Qingzhou's ear.
He only thought about me. He didn't think about what would happen to himself. Yesterday, and today too. Ye Qingzhou held his hand and stood beside him, saying to Lao Jiu and Liu Laoliu, "You're out? You paid the fine? Yu Yue stole my money to pay it. Give me back my money."
Old Nine hissed, his hand holding the stick still and standing upright: "You little wench, you're tougher than a street thug like me?"
Liu Laoliu wasn't a street thug; his guilty conscience was written all over his face. He rushed over to Lao Jiu to discuss the matter: "Brother Jiu, how did she find out? We haven't even said a word yet, and she already owes us money. What should we do?"
Old Nine sneered and spat, "This guy surnamed Yu is far inferior to Brother Sima. He got arrested for doing favors for him and now he owes him money. Let's get the job done first. When you're in this business, you have to be loyal."
Liu Laoliu exclaimed "Hey!" and immediately turned his head, pointing at Ye Qingzhou: "Ye, Brother Yu said he reported your grain shop and fertile land for tax evasion. Everything is ready. If you apologize to him, he will let you go and still marry you. He will give you a proper status."
Title? They've been married for ten years. Yu Xi's words from yesterday echoed in Jiang Jinghong's ears again. Jiang Jinghong's eyes widened, his face darkened, and his grip unconsciously tightened.
"Ugh!" Ye Qingzhou felt a pain in his hand and his body trembled.
"Scared now?" Liu Laoliu chuckled. "You're just a woman, you should be serving your husband properly. Why are you showing your face in public? But then again, you're no ordinary woman. No wonder Brother Yu has his eye on you. My wife has made money following you."
"Slap!" Old Nine slapped Liu Laoliu on the head: "You bastard! Whose side are you on? Get down to business! Talk to her!"
"Ouch!" Liu Laoliu cried out in pain, clutching his head, "You, you, you, marry..."
"No need to persuade me," Ye Qingzhou said.
"You agreed? Ninth Brother, you received the reward money really quickly." Old Liu forgot his pain and was overjoyed.
Jiang Jinghong was annoyed by what she heard, and kicked Liu Laoliu, knocking him over.
Old Jiu was experienced; he stepped back to avoid taking a kick.
"I won't agree. If he's falsely accusing me, I won't let him off the hook. He might not be clean either." Ye Qingzhou pondered the matter of Yu Xiaohong's father.
After saying that, Ye Qingzhou pulled Jiang Jinghong away.
When Lao Jiu tried to stop him, Jiang Jinghong shot him a glare, and Lao Jiu put down his stick. Jiang Jinghong's punches were incredibly painful. Lao Jiu remembered both the good times and the bad times.
Ye Qingzhou pulled Jiang Jinghong along the street. The aroma of delicious food filled the air, and soon, she forgot all about her unpleasantness.
The two came across a Taoist temple and went inside for a look. The Taoist priest inside kept a fox, which he would hold in his arms and play with when he had nothing to do. The little fox would whimper.
After shopping and having a meal, it started to rain.
As Ye Qingzhou walked, he saw a puddle. Before he could even think it through, he had already stepped into it.
"It's wet, isn't it?" Jiang Jinghong almost laughed, but held it back.
"Mmm," Ye Qingzhou replied obediently.
Jiang Jinghong reached out her hand: "I'll hug you."
"It wouldn't be good if someone saw us. Besides, I've eaten too much and want to take a walk."
Jiang Jinghong sighed and resignedly squatted down.
When he got up again, he was holding Ye Qingzhou's wet shoe in his hand.
What was Ye Qingzhou wearing?
She was wearing Jiang Jinghong's oversized shoes, which dragged as she walked. She seemed quite intrigued by it, making a dragging sound as she walked.
Jiang Jinghong had no shoe on one foot, only a sock, while the other foot had a shoe.
To others, he appeared somewhat embarrassed, but he seemed quite content. Along the way, Jiang Jinghong smiled, watching Ye Qingzhou beside him, wearing his shoes. He listened to her speak and helped her walk.
Nothing else matters. Only she matters.
"Jinghong, you saved my life again yesterday. I don't know how to repay you," Ye Qingzhou said, holding his arm.
Repayment? He doesn't want repayment.
I want her love. Lots of it.
In her heart, there was no longer any place for Yu Xi.
Jiang Jinghong subtly tightened his grip on her hand, looking into her eyes: "Live well. Stay with me. In life, we'll share the same bed; in death, we'll share the same lungs. Okay?"
The determination and desire in Jiang Jinghong's eyes were too direct. Ye Qingzhou hesitated for a moment, but Jiang Jinghong was waiting for her answer: "You must also live well. Even when I'm not by your side, you must take good care of yourself."
"I will do it as soon as possible, and we will never be apart again." Jiang Jinghong hugged her and said this out of the blue.
The two talked as they walked to the inn. Ye Qingzhou was exhausted, so after taking a bath, she lay down on the bed.
"Knock knock knock," someone knocked on the door.
Ye Qingzhou didn't respond. She wanted to sleep.
"Light boat." It was Jiang Jinghong.
Ye Qingzhou got up and opened the door.
Jiang Jinghong entered the room and asked Ye Qingzhou if her foot hurt and if she wanted some snacks.
While Jiang Jinghong was busy, Ye Qingzhou had fallen asleep on the table. In her drowsy state, she was woken up by Jiang Jinghong, who asked her to put her handprint on the table.
"Okay." Ye Qingzhou fumbled around.
"Aren't you going to take a look?"
"Damn it, are these even Chinese characters?" Ye Qingzhou rubbed his eyes and glanced at them. "Loan sharks only charge 3% interest. How come I owe you five?"
"Then give it to me now. Just one is fine." Jiang Jinghong leaned closer.
"Alright then." As the saying goes, what needs to be done today should be done today. Ye Qingzhou glanced around and saw that the doors and windows were closed, then pressed his cheek against Jiang Jinghong's and gave him a quick kiss.
After being kissed by her, Jiang Jinghong felt as if he had drunk honey, and his whole body was full of energy. He held Ye Qingzhou's head and took the initiative, expressing his passionate love in the midst of their entangled lips and teeth.
"Waaaaah..." Ye Qingzhou struggled fiercely, finally managing to catch her breath: "Didn't you say we'd only kiss once?"
"That was given to you. This is for you." As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Jinghong cupped her face again, this time not afraid that she would move around.
My peaceful breathing has been taken away; every second is filled with passionate softness wreaking havoc, nimbly sweeping across my pearly teeth.
Love and desire are burning.
It's so hot...
The candles in Ye Qingzhou's room remained lit for a long time.
"Is it that room? Are they both here?" Downstairs at the inn, Lao Jiu, carrying a stick, helped Liu Lao Liu, who had sprained his ankle, and repeatedly confirmed with the waiter.
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