Chapter 239 Lin Shiyuan is a stingy person
Lin Shiyuan paused for a moment, then whispered a few words in her ear.
The warm breath tickled her ear, making Qingling want to dodge, but the man pulled her back, pressing her shoulders as he continued talking.
Qingling could only tilt her head to avoid his lips.
There was no one else in the room, so it was reasonable to suspect that he was deliberately teasing her.
Qingling got excited and secretly pinched her palms to suppress the itch, but her body still couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Finally, she couldn't resist anymore, turned her head, and pecked his lips.
man:"……"
The two looked at each other from a very short distance.
Qingling pursed her lips, suppressing a laugh.
The man appeared serious, his handsome face tense: "Madam Yao, I am discussing important matters with you. Your sneak attack makes me suspect that you are trying to seduce me."
Qingling tilted her head, her slender fingers resting on his chin.
He had some stubble, short and a bit prickly, which made him look rough and added a touch of wildness to his overly handsome face.
She said, "Really? But do adults always whisper in someone's ear when they talk to someone?"
Her dark, bright eyes sparkled, and her slightly upturned red lips revealed a row of snow-white teeth, making one want to pull her into their arms and kiss her fiercely.
Lin Shiyuan's Adam's apple bobbed, his gaze lingering on her lips, his voice hoarse: "I think... Lady Yao can't hear me clearly..."
Qingling sat up slightly, staring into his eyes, her voice as languid as a cat basking in the sun: "This humble woman was disturbed by you, sir, and indeed didn't hear you very well..."
She pecked him on the lips again. "Since this humble woman has offended you so much, how will you punish me?"
Lin Shiyuan was repeatedly "flirted with" and "teased" by her. He used his strong arms to pull her close and kissed her again and again.
The candlelight flickered, casting two intertwined shadows on the wall.
When the man could no longer bear it, he suddenly stopped, released Qingling, and rushed to the washroom behind the screen.
A man's suppressed, heavy breathing could be heard.
Qingling, being an experienced woman, naturally knew what he was doing. However, upon hearing that voice, her already flushed face turned even redder.
She lowered her eyelids, her fingers intentionally or unintentionally drawing circles on the kang (a heated brick bed), waiting for him to finish relieving himself.
She suddenly smiled, a sweet smile on her face.
Lin Shiyuan is a stingy person.
Zhan Xingzhuo went to Luoli Courtyard to meet Ma Peizhen, but his true intentions were not what they seemed.
Lin Shiyuan, being a man, saw through it, but said nothing. He carried her to the rooftop to peek. To put it nicely, he wanted her to see Zhan Xingzhuo's "evil deeds and misdeeds." To put it bluntly, he just couldn't stand that Zhan Xingzhuo, even after the divorce, could still freely enter and leave the Marquis's mansion.
He could only sneak around at night to meet her in secret.
Lin Shiyuan was stingy and insisted on getting something in return to soothe his sour heart.
Qingling didn't dislike his stinginess.
She took a sip of tea to soothe her throat.
It has to be said that after a few times, the man's kissing skills improved from those of a naive young man to a more and more proficient one, and he had completely taken the initiative.
She thought of something, opened the window, and placed the cup of tea outside.
After finishing his business, Lin Shiyuan came out looking refreshed and washed his hands by the basin.
Qingling dared not provoke him any further and sat up straight.
The man sat down next to her, and Qingling handed him a cup of cold tea, which he took and drank.
The tea was so cold it felt like it had been frozen; one sip and the cold went straight to his stomach. He frowned.
Qingling said, "Reduce the fire."
Lin Shiyuan: "..."
Does she think he's going to eat her?
But he still felt a little unwilling. He sighed and said, "I hope things will work out soon so I can come and marry you."
Qingling held his hand and shook it gently, smiling slightly.
Lin Shiyuan turned his head and lightly pecked her lips: "I should go."
For several days in a row, Zhan Xingzhuo drank and listened to music in Ma Peizhen's courtyard; Yao Qingling and Lin Shiyuan discussed cases and played with children, going from official business to personal matters; Zhou Zhining waited eagerly every night, only to end up disappointed.
In the new mansion, Zhou Zhining had lost all her spirit.
The food on the table had long since gone cold. The mutton soup was covered with a layer of oil, and the grease from the stir-fried meat was mixed with the vegetables, a mixture of green and white, which made one lose all appetite just looking at it.
Zhou Zhining didn't eat a single bite.
Neither of the two maids dared to utter a sound.
It felt like the air inside the room had frozen.
"Did the Second Master still go to the Marquis of Zhongyong's residence tonight?"
In the cold air, Zhou Zhining's monotonous, flat voice rang out.
Zhiyun said tremblingly, "Yes..."
Zhou Zhining no longer had the strength to overturn the table and smash the bowls. She just gave a self-deprecating laugh, got up and went back to her room.
Zhan Xingzhuo went to the Marquis of Zhongyong's residence, not to bother Yao Qingling, but simply to drink and listen to music with the young lady of the Marquis's family.
Once upon a time, Zhou Zhining and Zhan Xingzhuo would play the zither and the flute, respectively. When he played the zither, she would dance. How delightful it was!
At that time, Yao Qingling could only listen to their piano music next door and cry herself to sleep.
Now, although Zhou Zhining can no longer hear the music, tears are already streaming down her face.
Zhan Xingzhuo is so cruel; he's punishing her!
Her heart ached terribly, as if it were being torn apart.
Having Hongying wasn't enough, so he went and provoked Ma Peizhen as well.
Yao Qingling didn't want him, so he sought out women who resembled her, even those who only had some connection with the Marquis's mansion.
Those women were all chosen by Zhan Xingzhuo because of Yao Qingling.
Who said that Zhan Xingzhuo favored Zhou Zhining and couldn't bear to let her suffer even the slightest grievance?
She no longer firmly believed that Zhan Xingzhuo loved her.
At this moment, Zhou Zhining felt that she was nothing more than a witness to Zhan Xingzhuo's deep love for Yao Qingling!
The handkerchief was torn to shreds by Zhou Zhining, and her lips were bitten until they bled.
The wet nurse knocked on the door, her voice urgent: "Miss, Young Master Xiao'er has a fever, please come quickly!"
Zhou Zhining was startled, sniffed, and quickly pushed open the door and ran to Zhao'er's room.
The child was upset and cried so hard he rolled around on the bed.
"Mother's here, Mother's here..." Zhou Zhining stepped forward, tenderly picked up the child, and fiercely scolded, "How have you taken care of this child!"
The maids and wet nurses knelt on the ground, the wet nurse explaining tremblingly, "The young master played in the snow during the day..."
Before she could explain, Zhou Zhining's punishment came down: "I don't want to hear it. All of you go outside and kneel down. You can only get up when Xiao'er's fever breaks."
Several people, with mournful faces, went outside to kneel in the courtyard.
In the freezing cold, with my knees pressed against the hard floor, the biting cold seeped directly into every part of my body.
Holding her feverish child, Zhou Zhining felt incredibly desolate, like an orphan and a widow.
Doctor Li arrived, examined the child's pulse, and prescribed medicine. Zhiyue quickly prepared the medicine and prepared it for Xiao'er to take.
At this moment, Zhou Zhining looked at the dark medicine and remembered something.
She pushed away Zhiyue's medicine, and Zhiyue was taken aback: "Miss, the medicine has been cooled down by blowing on it, it's not hot anymore."
Zhou Zhining's face was sinister. She gritted her teeth and said, word by word, "Go to the Marquis's residence and bring the Second Master back. Tell him that Xiao'er is sick."
She wanted to know if the vows he had made to her still held true!
The servants of the new mansion went to the Marquis of Zhongyong's residence as quickly as possible.
The previous gatekeeper of the Marquis of Zhongyong was beaten to death because of Zhan Xingzhuo. The new gatekeeper was quick-witted and did not dare to delay. He took his servant and went to Luoli Courtyard.
After the servant explained the situation, Zhan Xingzhuo held the wine cup, his brows slightly furrowed, and made no move.
The servant, bowing low, waited for a response from the second master, then couldn't help but look up at him: "Second Master?"
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