Chapter 24 Drinking Chinese Herbal Remedies on the Wedding Night
Song Yilian linked arms with Fu Xingyun. Although they were curious, they followed the waiter out of the lobby to a lounge. Upon entering and not seeing anyone, they asked, "What does Old Master Cheng want with us?"
The waiter shook his head and said he didn't know. He bowed and withdrew, considerately closing the door and locking it from the outside.
"Don't worry, they've been locked up. No one will care if they scream their lungs out. They'll be released after the wedding, and they won't be allowed to get in your way."
Several bridesmaids surrounded Song Qingran, waiting at the door, whispering as they lifted her skirt.
After the emcee finished speaking, inviting the bride, the door opened from the inside out, and the light suddenly dimmed, with only a bright ray of light coming in from outside. The beautiful bride, dressed in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, was surrounded and walked step by step towards the groom, who was wearing a red robe adorned with flowers, on the stage.
On this joyous day, Song Qingran didn't want to see her hypocritical parents, so she decided to walk down the red carpet to her marriage herself. However, she didn't expect that the groom would jump off the stage with steady and quick steps, and arrive in front of her in no time.
She slowly lowered the fan, her eyes asking him what he wanted to do.
The next moment, a pair of large hands appeared around her waist, and in the blink of an eye, she was picked up by Cheng Wang and strode towards the altar under the watchful eyes of everyone.
Chinese weddings are complex and romantic. After a set of rituals, they did not separate as in TV dramas, but stood together, reciting vows and exchanging rings.
Exchanging rings, declaring their vows to grow old together in public, and embracing each other—this is perhaps the pinnacle of happiness in life, and Song Qingran was completely captivated.
During the kiss, Song Qingran closed her eyes. Although she was happy, the corners of her mouth turned down.
Suddenly, the image of Song Yilian's shy and timid face as she looked at her husband flashed through her mind. Song Yilian deeply loved Fu Xingyun, loved him for most of her life, loved him to the point of being blinded and even somewhat mad.
She's her daughter, could she also...?
"What's wrong?" Cheng Wang noticed her absent-mindedness.
Song Qingran blinked, dismissing her worries, and smiled, "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired."
"I'll take you back to rest."
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I went back to change my clothes, rested for half an hour, and then the wedding banquet began.
Song Qingran changed into a more comfortable dress for toasting and went out with Cheng Wang to toast a few people. There were too many people today, so they didn't need to go to every table. After toasting a few people, they went back to rest.
The Cheng family was powerful, and not many people dared to urge him to drink. Only a few close friends drank a little, but not enough to get them drunk. Cheng Wang left halfway to go find his wife.
Song Qingran had changed into her pajamas and was lying in bed asleep. He was also a little tired, so he took a shower and lay down in bed as well. He held his soft, fragrant wife and took a few deep breaths before closing his eyes and falling asleep.
In the middle of the night, Song Qingran woke up because of the heat.
She clung to the man's strong body like a koala. She wore a thin silk nightgown, while he was completely naked. His fiery heat was transmitted to her without reservation, no wonder she dreamed that she was inside a steam oven.
Song Qingran quietly withdrew slightly, and the man opened his deep black eyes, instantly exuding an aura of invasiveness. He grabbed her slender waist and asked, "Where are we going?"
Her voice was incredibly hoarse.
"I, I, you, you go put on some clothes." Her cheeks were flushed, and she was at a loss for words.
"This is convenient, I don't need to take it off later." She and he lay face to face on the same pillow. When he woke up, his eyes were clear and bright, but his words were muddled.
The two knew perfectly well what was going to happen next.
But when the moment came, Song Qingran still wanted to escape. She had a feeling that tonight would be hard to endure and that she would probably be devoured without a trace. She sat up, lifting the covers, and said, "I'll go count the wedding gifts."
They'd gotten their marriage certificate and gotten married, and Cheng Wang had endured it time and time again to take care of her. How could he tolerate her running away tonight? He wrapped his long legs around her slender waist, and with a gentle hook, she landed on his chest.
Cheng Wang suddenly remembered that she had also slammed down on him like this at the old house. Her breasts were firm and fragrant, and he almost lost his breath. He still vividly remembered that moment of softness.
With a dizzying sensation, Song Qingran was pinned down by the man. Cheng Wang lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips lightly, a fleeting touch that left her with a somewhat dazed look in her eyes.
He used to kiss her every night before bed, kissing her until she could hardly breathe.
Her confusion didn't last long; she felt the quilt slip off and involuntarily shrank back.
Tonight, Cheng Wang had no scruples whatsoever, dominating the rights he held as a husband and wantonly taking advantage of her.
He was captivated and addicted, kissing every inch of her body passionately.
Push aside the thorny bamboo joints.
To pave a smooth and unobstructed road.
Until they found a lake, dug a dam, and then watered all things.
But that's still far from enough.
Song Qingran's face scrunched up like a bun, tears welling in her eyes, and she used her hands to create distance between them: "Cheng Wang, how about next time?"
She had known all along that the two were not a good match.
Every time he peered into the doorway, she felt a tearing pain. Even though he often helped her get used to it, today's attempt was still useless.
"Relax, adjust your breathing, you're in control." As soon as he finished speaking, she was lifted up and sat on his waist.
Whether she sticks her neck out or not, she'll get hurt anyway, and she can't keep running away. Song Qingran bit her lip, trembling as she turned off the light, and carefully dealt with him.
After several attempts, she looked dejected, both ashamed and frustrated.
As time passed, Cheng Wang's expression grew increasingly grim. He seemed to have reached his limit and was about to explode. He took a bottle from the bedside table, asked her to open it, and squeeze out some liquid.
"Try again."
This time, it finally hit the mark.
Song Qingran shifted slightly, her movements slow and hesitant.
This action nearly drove the man, who was always strategizing and looked down on everyone, completely under his control, turning him into a ferocious beast.
But he gritted his teeth, almost perversely enjoying this more painful feeling, which had never been before, eroding his brain. His life was in someone else's hands, and there was a twisted thrill to it.
He recalled his rebellious youth, when he found the world boring and tried all kinds of extreme sports, but the sensory experience was far inferior to what he was experiencing now. However, he knew that there was something even more desirable to him in the future.
He suppressed his feelings, yet awaited them...
Tension and torment lingered over Song Qingran. Exhausted, she collapsed onto his chest without any regard for her image, both of them soaked in sweat.
Cheng Wang was even more upset than her. The tentative attempts to get to know each other only made him more nervous. He wanted more and more, so he held her and coaxed her gently, clinging to her.
She forced tears from her eyes, buried her face in the pillow, and remained silent.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but when she became accustomed to the pain, she began to experience waves of uncontrollable pleasure, which was truly something to yearn for.
But by then she was so tired that she could barely keep her eyes open, and she didn't even know when he stopped, or when he bathed and changed her clothes.
When she woke up the next day, Cheng Wang was no longer by her side.
Song Qingran opened her eyes, in a good mood. She got up, stretched, and drew back the curtains. Outside the window, downstairs, was a small courtyard planted with all sorts of beautiful flowers.
Through the glass, she saw Cheng Wang, dressed in a suit and tie, moving among the flowers, searching for the most beautiful blooms, and then snipping them off with scissors.
Perhaps it was because the gaze above her was too intense, Cheng Wang felt it, and looked up, holding a flower bud, smiling gently at her.
In that instant, the flower bloomed.
Song Qingran closed the bed curtains, her hands unable to contain her pounding heart.
She changed into a flowing red dress and went downstairs to find him with cheerful steps. When she saw him, she immediately lifted her dress and ran over, only to be picked up tightly and spun around a few times by him.
Roses bloomed on their chests as they kissed amidst the blossoms and sunshine.
When the kiss ended, both of them were panting and smiled at each other.
"What are we doing today? Are we going to see Grandpa?"
Cheng Wang stroked her hair and shook his head: "Grandpa told us to go on vacation quickly and give him an heir."
Song Qingran, with her thick skin, didn't even blush when she heard this.
Cheng Wang: "I'm going to the company in a bit, and I'll be back in the afternoon. We'll head off to our honeymoon together."
Song Qingran nodded, then suddenly remembered something and said, "Then I'll go see my girlfriends."
The two then parted ways.
Song Qingran went back to her room to pack her things. As she passed through the living room, she overheard the conversation of the aunties in a corner.
"Young mistress is full of energy today, not at all like a newlywed. Does the young master not like her and not treat her like a real husband and wife?"
"You must be too tired. You probably haven't even finished yet."
"I saw it when I was cleaning."
"That means the young master is no good. I never expected him to be all show and no substance, but he's a spineless coward inside."
"Oh dear, this won't do. How can the old man hold his grandson like this? We need to get the young master some nourishing soup to help him recover."
The conversation grew increasingly crude, and Song Qingran couldn't bear to listen any longer, so she quickly went upstairs.
But it seems so. I heard that the first time is very painful, and that if you do it too many times, it will feel like you've been run over by a truck. But when she stretched her limbs, nothing happened. She was full of energy, and there wasn't a single fingerprint or hickey on her body.
That's not right. She remembered Cheng Wang being very rough, and she was clearly in a lot of pain.
Song Qingran left home with a strange feeling to meet her bridesmaids. Xu Qingru and Rongrong were also surprised to see her looking radiant.
"Cheng Wang was so kind as to not make things difficult for you?" Xu Qingru was shocked. Was their wedding night really that uneventful?
Song Qingran glared at her: "Let's talk about you and Jin Ye."
Xu Qingru avoided eye contact, and only when pressed did she slowly recount that she met Jin Ye at a bar. She was drunk and, seeing his lustful nature, she grabbed the boy and kissed him. Later, she didn't know how they ended up in a hotel room.
Jin Ye is too difficult to deal with. No amount of money can appease him. He keeps pestering her to take responsibility. Even after she changed her contact information and moved to a different house, he can still find her quickly. He's like a ghost, never leaving her.
After being pestered so much, I had no choice but to start dating him.
So when we met at the coffee shop that day, Xu Qingru looked like she had been drained dry by a ghost.
After hearing this story, Song Qingran said disdainfully to her best friend, "He just turned eighteen, how could you do that?"
Xu Qingru was so shocked that she spat out a mouthful of water and gritted her teeth, saying, "He said he's twenty-one." Otherwise, she would never have dated such a young boy.
Rongrong and Zhuling rolled their eyes at Xu Qingru. To divert attention, Xu Qingru steered the conversation to Song Qingran, "Jin Yekai is incredibly violent. I was almost killed the first time I was with him. Is Cheng Wang really not sick?"
Rongrong said shyly, "Chen Yan is also very fierce."
During the chat, Song Qingran revealed that the two had already spent their wedding night together. Now, saying that they hadn't done anything seemed like a cover-up, so she forced herself to say, "He's very good too." She couldn't lose face!
No one else believed her, which made her a little frustrated.
Afterwards, the group spent the afternoon shopping together, buying quite a few things. Before leaving, Xu Qingru mysteriously gave her a box of traditional Chinese medicine.
When I got home and opened the package, I found that it was all for Cheng Wang.
She almost laughed in anger.
So what if he feels better the next day? Cheng Wang is clearly pretty fierce!
But when she boarded the plane to a foreign country that night and looked at the sleeping face of the man next to her, Song Qingran seemed to be brainwashed and felt that Cheng Wang might really need to take some supplements.
The physical ease made her completely forget how many times she had cried that night.
After getting off the plane, the two checked into the resort.
They embraced for a night.
They didn't look like newlyweds at all.
Song Qingran was in a daze for a moment. She took out the box of Chinese medicine from her suitcase, opened it, and found that it contained ground powder that just needed to be brewed. She found a thermos and put the powder in.
Cheng Wang entered from outside, and his voice followed.
"What are you doing?"
She was so frightened that her hand trembled, and most of the powder spilled out.
The man quickly pressed close to her from behind, his breath enveloping her ruby-adorned earlobe.
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