Chapter 510 Spoiled and Willful Wife VS Cowardly and Fearful Husband 2
Jiang Zhiyi tilted her head and leaned on his shoulder, a few strands of hair falling down, brushing against his neck like a light scratch, the itch going straight from his skin to his heart.
Junyu had never been so close to anyone before, and could only sit stiffly on the edge of the bed.
He clenched and unclenched his fingers, but dared not move an inch, for fear that a single movement would startle the person next to him.
Even though he was extremely flustered at the moment, the person in front of him was his wife, and it was only right for them to be close.
Tonight is our wedding night... Books often say that the spring night is too short...
Thinking of this, Junyu couldn't help but blush.
Jiang Zhiyi leaned back for a while, then suddenly straightened up and said, "It's getting late, let's rest. Call the maid in."
She was pampered from a young age and always had four or five personal maids by her side. They took care of everything for her, from dressing up in the morning to sleeping at night.
At this point, it's natural that someone would need to serve you.
"Okay." Jun Yu got up and went outside.
The maids pushed open the door and came in to help Jiang Zhiyi with her washing and dressing.
These were all maids she brought with her from the Minister's residence. Although they had moved to a different place, they were still quite skilled and efficient, and quickly settled in.
Jiang Zhiyi watched the maids bustling about, as if she were still unmarried and in her boudoir in the Jiang family mansion—except that instead of the walls covered with paintings and calligraphy, there was a wedding curtain draped with red silk.
"Miss, would you like to soak your feet?" Cuiyu knelt in front of the couch, holding a copper basin. Flower petals floated on the surface of the water, emitting wisps of steam.
Seeing this, Granny Zhao quickly leaned closer and whispered, "Cuiyu, you need to change how you address her from now on. You can't call her 'Miss,' you have to call her 'Madam.'"
This is not their Minister's residence, but the Jun family's residence. They should be more careful in everything they do to avoid giving others cause for gossip.
Cuiyu then remembered what had happened and quickly nodded in agreement, "I understand, Aunt Zhao. I just forgot for a moment..."
She looked up at Jiang Zhiyi sitting there, only to see her young mistress staring blankly at the bronze mirror.
Through the mirror, Jiang Zhiyi saw Jun Yu standing behind the screen.
His dark robe trailed to the ground, outlining his upright figure. His hands were clasped in front of him, but he gripped the cuffs tightly.
A mocking smile played on her lips as she waved to the maids waiting nearby and said, "You don't need to serve me for now, you can all leave."
Once the door closed again, only the couple remained in the room.
"Husband," Jiang Zhiyi called softly, her voice carrying a hint of tenderness.
“…I’m here.” Jun Yu responded, his voice lower than usual, with a barely perceptible tension.
"Come here," she said, her voice full of coquettishness.
Jun Yu paused, his fingers tightened, and he took a deep breath before slowly emerging from behind the screen.
The candlelight stretched his shadow long, gradually overlapping with her shadow on the ground.
“At home, my father always washes my mother’s feet, and my older brother does the same for my sister-in-law…” Jiang Zhiyi looked up and stared straight at him, saying seemingly casually, “Come here and help me wash them.”
She now expects him to serve her in the same way.
Junyu looked at her face, feeling somewhat hesitant.
Although his family background was not as noble as hers, the Jun family had been merchants for generations, and the land deeds in their treasury could cover half a city. They were incredibly wealthy, and their household had countless maids and servants.
He was the only legitimate son of the Jun family and would be in charge of the family business in the future. He was always the center of attention at home, and even the pages of books and account books were handed to him by servants with both hands. When had he ever done anything to serve others?
Not to mention such intimate gestures.
In the past, if anyone other than his father and mother dared to order him around like this, they would have been dragged out and flogged by the steward long ago.
"I..." He was trying to figure out how to refuse.
Seeing him frozen in place, Jiang Zhi frowned and asked, "You don't want to, do you?"
His face already showed some displeasure.
He'd better not want to.
If he were to say "no" at that moment, she would seize the opportunity to berate him and then make a scene known to the whole household.
Such a big argument on their wedding night will surely make the Jun family resentful of her.
But just as she was waiting for Jun Yu's reaction, she saw Jun Yu suddenly let out a long sigh, his straight back bent, and although he didn't say anything, he slowly squatted down.
He reached for the copper basin left by Cuiyu, his hand touching her warm soles, and his ear tips turned uncontrollably red again.
Jiang Zhiyi clearly didn't expect that he would agree to her request so readily once again.
When Junyu's palm touched her foot, she couldn't help but flinch, instinctively trying to pull her foot back, but his strong hand held it firmly in place.
Junyu lowered his eyes to conceal the emotions within.
It seems that she wasn't as indifferent as she appeared; she was clearly a little shy inside.
But why would she do that?
Jun Yu pondered for a moment and quickly came to an answer—it seemed she only wanted to get closer to him.
These seemingly aggressive demands were not meant to intimidate him, but rather to clumsily test him.
His mother had also told him that women often use tricky methods to test their husbands' intentions.
Although she was willful, she was still a young woman who had just gotten married, so it was inevitable that she would act a little awkwardly. It wasn't a big deal.
Thinking of this, Jun Yu's tense shoulders relaxed a little, and even the force in his fingertips became gentle.
After a while.
"Would you like some water?" Junyu asked, looking up.
The water had already gotten a bit cold.
He knew that women should not be exposed to cold easily, as it would harm their health.
Seeing that he didn't respond at all, Jiang Zhi realized that he had seen through her intentions and was just putting on an act. An inexplicable anger rose in her heart, and she said angrily, "No need."
As he spoke, he lifted his wet feet and deliberately flicked the water droplets onto his robes.
Junyu was not annoyed.
After finishing the mundane tasks of wiping her feet and putting away the basin, Jiang Zhiyi immediately turned around and crawled into bed.
The crimson curtains fell with a "whoosh," separating her from Jun Yu.
Junyu had his back to the bed when he heard a soft sound behind him.
He was thinking about how to start the conversation without seeming too eager.
From this night forward, they will be husband and wife, sharing the same bed and facing each other day and night.
Although he had long since memorized the rules of marital relations, when faced with the reality of sharing a bed, he couldn't recall a single detail...
Jiang Zhiyi's voice suddenly came from inside the bed curtains, muffled and tinged with drowsiness.
"I'm used to being alone, so I'm sorry to trouble you tonight."
Junyu turned around, and the crimson gauze curtains had already been drawn, completely covering the bed.
Through the fine gauze curtains, Jiang Zhiyi's figure could be vaguely seen.
She turned over in bed, her back to him, leaving only a blurry outline that wasn't clearly visible.
My gaze shifted downwards.
A gold-threaded brocade quilt lay carelessly on the ground in front of them.
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