Chapter 45 My Husband Loves You
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"Alright, you're carving a lotus bud~" Lin Xihe deliberately raised her voice.
She dominated Wen Zhixu's field of vision, like a busy bee buzzing around in front of him.
On the "little bee's" hair bun, that little white jade dot glittered and looked exactly like a—
Freshly steamed xiaolongbao (soup dumplings).
He grabbed the eye-catching pom-pom pendant around her waist to stop the bees from swarming around: "It's all your fault for talking nonsense. Now look at you, you really do look like a steamed bun."
"Cough..." Oh no, she talked too much and led people astray.
Under a clear, bright sun, the girl showed no shyness at being betrothed.
"Peach!" She ran to the peach tree, reaching out to pick the biggest one, but her height limited her height. After failing to pick it by jumping around a couple of times, she turned to her savior, "Wen Zhixu, can you pick it for me!"
Preface: He became more and more skilled at commanding him.
His hand reached out to the peach tree uncontrollably. He struggled with his conscience, but in the blink of an eye he convinced himself: A gentleman does not hold grudges against others, let alone his future wife.
"Wait a minute." He carefully brushed the fuzz off the fruit with his sleeve. "Look, the peaches have fuzz on them. It'll make your hands itchy if you touch them."
Lin Xihe was pleasantly surprised; she hadn't expected the second young master of the dignified Duke Wen's mansion to be so thoughtful.
"How did you know?" She took the peach and played with it in her palm.
"I easily develop rashes when I touch these downy hairs."
"This is an allergic reaction," Lin Xihe quickly looked at the back of his hand, which was indeed red. "You still picked it even though you were allergic!"
The girl angrily dragged him to the pond. The water was drawn from a mountain spring, clear and fresh. Under her fierce glare, Wen Zhixu was forced to roll up his sleeves.
Two bare forearms were exposed to the sunlight, coming into the girl's view. The light blue veins on her arms meandered upwards and disappeared into her sleeves.
If we're talking about this person, their mind must be tainted with a lot of feudal remnants. Thinking about the impropriety of men and women interacting, Wen Zhixu inexplicably blushed: "I told the servants to fetch water to wash my hands."
Lin Xihe was much rougher than him. She couldn't stand his dawdling and grabbed his hand, pressing it into the pool.
"If you have an allergic reaction, you should rinse it with plenty of water. Do you even know that?"
In the shallow pond, two hands, one large and one small, stirred up the blue sky and white clouds. A few clumps of water plants swayed, and a few small fish darted between the tender wrists.
"You know what I mean." Wen Zhixu grasped her hand in return, his knuckles slipping between her fingers like swimming fish.
Lin Xihe's fingertips froze, and he gripped her hand even tighter. The pool water was cool, and his palm was the only source of warmth, steadily holding her five fingers, enveloping her, and the warmth flowed over her continuously.
Beneath the hidden spring, a warmth unique to him enveloped her heart.
His earnest expression was reflected on the surface of the pool: "If His Majesty does not grant us marriage, would you be willing to marry me?"
Lin Xihe lowered her eyes, gazing at her reflection in the water. His handsome features were made even more distinct by the shimmering water. When he was quiet, he always reminded her of a green pine tree in the snow.
Wen Zhixu gently shook their clasped hands in the water: "You don't need to answer me immediately. There's plenty of time in the future, you can think about it slowly. There's only one thing I need to tell you."
Lin Xihe's voice was slightly hoarse: "What?"
He raised his face: "I love you."
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The Lin residence was packed with guests.
The hand that had just intertwined with her fingertips in the water was now calmly shaking hands with several high-ranking officials. Lin Xihe shifted her gaze and instead enjoyed tea and snacks with Xie Lan.
Girls of similar age quickly became acquainted after sharing a few delicate snacks. Moreover, Xie Lan was the younger sister of Wen Zhixu's friend, with a pleasing round face and a straightforward personality, which made Lin Xihe feel happy.
"Why is your face so red?" Xie Lan poked her tender cheek.
"No way." Lin Xihe covered her face, cursing inwardly: It's all Wen Zhixu's fault, playing with water and his hands.
Xie Lan, who was not yet engaged, was full of curiosity about the matter: "What would it be like to be engaged to such a rigid person?"
"Old-fashioned?" Lin Xihe snorted lightly. "Wen is only three years old, no more!"
If I really had to describe my feelings...
It's like the day before a holiday, the teacher suddenly switched your seats with your deskmate. At first, you didn't think much of it, until the long holiday ended, you walked into the classroom, and plopped down in your seat, only then realizing what had happened.
The person beside him was no longer him.
It was a slow, damp sense of loss, like the humid weather during the spring.
When the imperial decree was read aloud and she heard that the person she was to be betrothed to was him, a thought arose in her mind: Thank goodness it was him.
Lin Xihe looked up and met his gaze. He mouthed, "Are you bored?"
She shook her head.
Xie Lan pulled her along: "Hehe, you haven't told us how you feel yet!"
Lin Xihe: "Since I'm going to get married anyway, I might as well marry an old-fashioned man rather than some random cat or dog."
"Is that so?" A deep voice rang out at the opportune moment.
"..."
Seeing Xie Lan's "it's good that he's dead" expression, Lin Xihe knew something was wrong.
A shadow loomed over her head, and she clenched her lips.
"Am I not even as good as a cat or a dog?" Wen Zhixu seemed resentful, lowering his voice, "I only sent a dog to retrieve the annulment letter, which was indeed dishonest. But how can you call me a dog? I am your future..." husband.
The girl suddenly turned her head, like a puppy snatching food, her eyes glaring fiercely at him: "You even train a dog to steal? Wen Zhixu!"
Amidst the dazzling lights, a blush rose on their faces, their hearts pounded, and the air was filled with a silent, palpable excitement.
I don't know how much time passed.
Lin Xihe couldn't help but chuckle.
Wen Zhixu looked down and caught her making a funny face: "What are you laughing at?"
"I'm laughing at you," Lin Xihe asked again. "What about your precious Cuihuang? It can fly. If you train it to steal, wouldn't you be able to do it without anyone noticing?"
"I failed." It was somewhat embarrassing to admit the truth; his cheeks flushed, and even his ears turned crimson.
But Wen Zhixu thought that losing face in front of his beloved girl might not be so bad.
"I lured it to fly dozens of times with dried insects, but it just ate until its belly was round and full, and it couldn't even pick up the lightest piece of plain paper."
"Then it needs to lose weight."
"Hmm, bad bird, we'll know after starving it for a couple of meals."
The bird, Cuihuang, was being ridiculed by its two masters at the Wen Mansion: ...
The air around them was sickeningly sweet.
Xie Qi got goosebumps and rubbed his arms as he said to his sister, "Is Lady Lin possessed? Wen Er too, is he possessed by a ghost?"
"They form their own barrier, and no one else can enter it." Xie Lan rested her chin on her hands, looking completely at ease.
On the first day of their relationship, they wanted to be together every single second. The birthday banquet ended without them even noticing. Lin Xihe followed the Wen family grandfather and granddaughter like a tail, intending to see them out of the mansion.
Lin Zhaoheng was extremely unwilling to be dragged along by his daughter. To send off his mortal enemy in the imperial court? This was utterly against the will of Heaven!
Lin Xihe gently nudged him: "Father, quickly see your in-laws off."
Lin Zhaoheng glared and puffed out his beard: "I'll send him off? Do you know how he publicly rebuked me at the court assembly the other day?"
"Tch, don't bring work into your personal life. If you won't give me a ride, I will."
"Hmph," Lin Zhaoheng huffed, "a daughter is too big to leave home once she grows up. I think you just want to send her to that brat!"
Lin Xihe: "Hehe."
All good things must come to an end. Under Wen Hongyuan's deep gaze, Wen Zhixu stepped into the gate of the Wen residence with proper etiquette.
The vermilion gate closed, and Wen Hongyuan glanced at the tightly shut door for a moment before turning around and walking towards the side door.
The reason for the order of the text is unclear, so I can only follow it.
The prime minister, who was leading his ministers in solemn remonstrance in the imperial court, now sneaked through a narrow crack in the side door like a thief, peeking out to see what was happening.
Wen Zhixu peeked through the crack in the door.
Before the main gate of the Wen residence, a slender figure was pressed against the vermilion door, tilting her head back and forth, trying her best to peek through the crack in the door.
Preface to the text: "..."
"Cough, cough cough." An old man's cough suddenly rang out.
Lin Xihe hurriedly turned around and saw Wen Hongyuan standing to the side with his hands behind his back. She then turned her head and found Wen Zhixu was also there, and her dark eyes immediately lit up.
Despite his imposing presence, Wen Hongyuan's solemn expression vanished when faced with the little girl's clear and bright eyes.
He said slowly, "It's late, Miss Lin, why aren't you returning home?"
Lin Xihe, being honest and straightforward, blurted out, "I'll see you off."
Wen Hongyuan glanced sideways at his grandson beside him and said jokingly, "If he weren't here, would Miss Lin still be willing to see this old man off?"
"Send it! Of course we should send it! Respecting the elderly and caring for the young is a virtue!" Lin Xihe nodded vigorously, her sincerity almost frightening.
Wen Hongyuan: "..."
Forget it. What does this old man, half-buried in the ground, know about the tender thoughts of young women?
Wen Hongyuan looked up at the sky. The night sky was full of stars, and Orion was particularly bright. He suddenly remembered that when his wife was alive, she loved to watch the stars with him.
He felt bewildered, as if he could see his younger self reflected in the two people before him.
Wen Hongyuan sighed and handed over this space to the young man.
"When you escort Miss Lin back to her residence, you must remember to observe proper etiquette and decorum," he reminded his grandson before leaving.
As soon as the old demon king left, Lin Xihe ran over to Wen Zhixu Rabbit, stretched out her arm, and poked her five fingers in front of his eyes: "Lead."
Wen Zhixu, who had just been reprimanded by his grandfather, said: "It's against propriety..."
Since the emperor has arranged the marriage, according to etiquette, both the man and woman should avoid suspicion until the wedding day.
"Hmph, old fogey," Lin Xihe thought. "He was the one who provoked us first when no one was around during the day. Now he's acting all high and mighty?"
Without saying a word, she directly put her hand into his palm.
Wen Zhixu tucked his fingers together and shook her hand restrainedly. Lin Xihe, not to be outdone, swung their arms high into the air with all her might.
In the deserted alley, shadows overlap and stretch, with the moon following closely behind, eavesdropping on unwritten whispers.
Back at Tinghe Pavilion, Lin Xihe felt as if she were wrapped in delicate sugar threads, even her mouthwash tasted sweet.
After lying down, Lin Xihe felt a void in her heart and desperately wanted to call her phone. The thought of not having a proper reason to meet tomorrow made her even more uneasy.
"Qingwu, go and get a ladder."
"Miss, this is probably against the rules..."
Indeed, what kind of noble lady would climb over someone else's wall? If word got out, wouldn't it become the biggest joke in Shengjing?
Even the old woman on night watch was asleep, only Lin Xihe stared blankly, tossing and turning on the bed.
In the middle of the night, Wen Zhixu was awakened by a rustling sound of scratching: "Mo Hu?"
Taking advantage of its remarkable achievement during the day, the dog became arrogant and swaggered into its owner's bedroom to rest. When chased away, it lay on the ground and pretended to be dead.
At that moment, the dog wanted to go out again.
Wen Zhixu pushed open a crack in the door. The dog shot off like an arrow into the backyard.
He put on his coat and followed, hearing digging sounds coming from the corner of the wall. This furtive behavior made it seem like a thief had sneaked into the house.
The preface to the text: "...Who is it?"
The noise stopped abruptly.
Wen Zhixu understood more and more, feeling both annoyed and amused: "Lin Xihe, why are you digging in the corner of the wall in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"
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