Zheng Quchi's dog eyes were glazed over; he was completely taken aback.
What kind of extraordinary family is the Liu family that they would set such an inhumane rule for their descendants?
Doesn't that mean that after she marries into their family, she'll be nailed to the coffin with him even after she dies, and won't be able to climb out on her own to breathe?
She never expected that his chastity was not just a personal quirk, but a traditional rule that had been passed down through generations in their family.
But what did she just do?
Is it an attempt to break this rule that has been followed for who knows how many generations, or is it an intention to turn him into a widower who lost his wife at a young age?
No wonder Liu Fengmian has refused to get married for so many years. Once you get married, you're permanently bound together. Who wouldn't be extremely cautious? If he hadn't been forced to pay the exorbitant unmarried tax this time, he probably wouldn't have married her out of desperation...
when
Ai?
That's not right either.
She had no choice, which is why she clung to his conditions. But if he truly wanted to marry, all he needed to do was report a legitimate occupation and not be so sarcastic. Even if he had an eye disease or was penniless, many young women would be captivated by his devilishly handsome face and would rather not marry into a wealthy family than live with him and have to eat chaff and dig wild vegetables.
Once you're afflicted with "love-struck," you become completely irrational.
But how did he end up in her hands?
Just as Zheng Quchi was racking her brains trying to figure it out, she was unaware that a dangerous shadow was swallowing up the light above her head and then enveloping her petite and frail body.
Yuwen Sheng's hand was loosely reaching towards her back, his lips curving into a smile, his bright red lips like dried blood: "Which one do you want to choose?"
She came to her senses and looked up. How come she didn't know before that Liu Fengmian was so much taller than her? When he leaned down on her, she could barely breathe.
There is... there is murderous intent.
She still remembered the first time he was so angry he wanted to kill someone. It was after he fell into the water and thought that her giving him artificial respiration was an insult, when she was still a man.
Now I'm "lucky" enough to see him so angry he wanted to kill someone for the second time.
If you put yourself in their shoes, one person is committed to spending their life with their wife, while the other is planning to run away and divorce at any time. Who could remain calm in that situation?
She shrank her cold neck, her big eyes darting around rapidly. When she saw him reach out his hand, she instinctively crouched down and easily slipped under his arm behind him.
Upon seeing this familiar gesture, both Yuwen Sheng and Zheng Quchi had a sense of déjà vu, as if it had happened before.
However, they all thought it was just their own illusion.
Fearing she would become the unfortunate wife killed by her newlywed husband in the morning's headlines, Zheng Quchi conceded, "How about you just pretend I never said anything, and I don't have to choose anymore, okay?"
Yuwen Sheng turned around, his smile incredibly gentle: "Not good~"
Receiving such a unique "gift" on his wedding night, he must be one of a kind in the whole world.
She immediately crumpled up the post-nuptial agreement. Since they couldn't reach an agreement, she decided to try some inducement: "Liu Fengmian, what animal do you like?"
Her sudden question interrupted his actions. Although Yuwen Sheng saw her crumple up the annoying piece of paper and throw it away, he still didn't intend to let her off so easily: "What do you mean?"
"You tell me first, then I'll tell you."
What animal do you like? His brow relaxed slightly, a strange glint flashing in his pupils: "Snake."
Zheng Quchi didn't think there was anything wrong with liking snakes. She nodded and said, "Snakes, okay, wait a moment."
She rummaged through her belongings and picked out a piece of log. She also took out a set of carving tools of various sizes. While thinking about the composition, she drew the dimensions in her mind, then sat down on the table and quickly cut out the outline shape.
"What are you doing?" He leaned closer, looking down at the wood in her hands, its lines gradually taking shape, through the fabric of their clothes.
Zheng Quchi skillfully carved with his knife: "I just offended you, so of course I'm preparing an apology gift to make you calm down."
Yuwen Sheng's voice was indifferent: "Just a piece of broken wood?"
"Yes, I'll carve a beautiful sculpture out of a piece of rotten wood right now and give it to you. Do you want it?"
These words had a double meaning. After hearing them, Yuwen Sheng and Yuwen Sheng maintained a subtle and quiet state between them. For a moment, neither of them spoke, and the only sound was the slicing of wood being peeled.
Just then, it started to snow lightly outside the window. The snowflakes were blown by the wind and drifted onto the red plum blossoms on the windowsill. Because they had drunk a little wine, they didn't seem to be too cold.
A strand of hair carrying the subtle fragrance of plum blossoms drifted past his nose in the breeze; it was the scent that had accompanied him all night, a fragrance that had long since become familiar.
Strangely enough, although he hadn't known Zheng Quchi for very long, the distance between them seemed to have nothing to do with time. Even now, when they were so close that they could almost hug each other, it didn't cause him any physical aversion.
"It's snowing," he suddenly said.
Zheng Quchi glanced out the window: "This must be the first snowfall of the year. I quite like snow. It's a bit cold, but a good snow promises a good harvest. I hope that Fuxian County will not continue to suffer from drought next year."
The anger that had been building up seemed to have been silently dissipated by her interruption. Although they didn't have any deeper conversations, the quiet room was far from cold and boring.
Seeing her engrossed in carving, looking as if she were desperately trying to exhaust herself for him, he took off his outer garment, propped his chin up, and lay reclining on the bed. After watching her for a while, he picked up the carving knife and began to trace patterns on his body, as if he were studying something.
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