77 077 Wei Songlan and Song Hezhou◇
◎A seemingly gentle but actually ruthless young lady, and a seemingly unrestrained but actually henpecked Lord Song◎
The wedding of Song Hezhou and Wei Songlan was so grand and extravagant that it caused a sensation throughout the capital.
As the noise subsided, Wei Songlan sat in the new house, quietly waiting for Song Hezhou to return.
Qiangqiang, the maid who accompanied her to the dowry, brought over a bowl of noodles: "Miss, please eat something to fill your stomach first."
"Qiangqiang, you should start calling her Madam from now on," said Granny Cao, who was making the bed, with a smile.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Qiangqiang nodded and smiled at Wei Songlan, “She should be called Madam Song.”
Wei Songlan glared at her playfully: "You talk too much."
Qiangqiang stuck out her tongue. Hearing footsteps outside the room, she immediately pulled Cao Mama and walked outside: "It must be the young master returning. Let's hurry up and not delay the young lady and the young master from consummating their marriage."
The two of them had just left through the side door when Song Hezhou pushed the door open and walked in.
Wei Songlan had finished washing and dressing, her veil had been lifted, and she had drunk the wedding wine. Now it was time for the wedding night. She kept her head down, feeling her face burning as if it were on fire. She didn't dare to look up at him, but she saw a pair of black boots with gold embroidery stop in front of her.
Wei Songlan's heart suddenly raced, pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of her chest.
The matrons in the manor had taught her about wedding night matters, and she was both afraid and excited about what was about to happen.
Her hands were tightly twisted together under her sleeves, causing her pain.
The boots remained motionless for a long time. Wei Songlan mustered her courage and looked up at him, calling out, "Husband..."
Song Hezhou raised his hand to stop her from speaking: "As you probably know, this marriage is not what I wanted. From now on, you can stay here peacefully, and I won't mistreat you. But you don't need to think about anything else. It's getting late, you should rest first, I'll go to sleep in the outer room."
These words almost brought Wei Songlan to tears.
She wasn't tactless, but she wasn't someone who would be taken advantage of and remain indifferent either.
Wei Songlan retorted directly, "If it wasn't your choice, then why did you agree to marry me?"
Song Hezhou explained, "It's an elder in the family..."
"Nonsense!" Wei Songlan retorted, "Given your temperament, Song Hezhou, who could have arranged your marriage without your consent!"
Song Hezhou was embarrassed and angry that she had seen through his thoughts: "You're the one talking nonsense!"
"Whether I'm talking nonsense or not, you know perfectly well. But let me tell you, marriage is not a game. Since you agreed to this marriage and married me, you must be responsible to the Song and Wei families!"
Song Hezhou had initially thought his wife was a pushover, but it turned out she was a tough nut to crack. This guy wanted to give her a hard time right after the wedding, but Song Hezhou wouldn't have it. He gave a cold laugh: "I may be playing games, but so what!"
Wei Songlan walked up to him, looking him straight in the eye with an imposing air: "So what? Do you think I don't know? You have improper thoughts about my second cousin-in-law from the Yuan family!"
"You!" Song Hezhou stared at her with wide eyes: "You actually knew that!"
"How could I not know? If it weren't for my second cousin secretly stopping these things, the news that you were in love with your second cousin's wife but couldn't have her would have spread all over the country long ago."
Enraged, Song Hezhou pointed at her, trembling with anger: "You...you don't think I wouldn't dare to hit a woman!"
"Go ahead and hit me! After you do, I'll make sure it spreads throughout the entire capital tomorrow!" Wei Songlan was equally assertive. Seeing that Song Hezhou was somewhat embarrassed by her actions, she said, "Come here, lie down. No matter what, we have to lie together tonight. Separating on our wedding night? You, Song Hezhou, can afford to lose face, but I can't!"
Song Hezhou opened his mouth to argue, but then felt it was pointless. He said, "I'll just lie down. Anyway, I'm not the one who's going to suffer."
He casually walked to the bedside, found a spot on the inside, lay down, pulled the blanket over himself, and closed his eyes.
Once he was out of sight, Wei Songlan's courage deflated like a punctured balloon. She blinked, and tears slid down her cheeks. She wiped them away, walked to the bedside, and slowly lay down on the outer edge of the bed.
The room was so quiet that she could hear her own heartbeat. Wei Songlan gripped the corner of the blanket tightly, and his scent still lingered in her nose.
She turned to look at him; his eyebrows were sharp, his eyes bright, his nose high, and his lips tightly pressed together. This was the first time she had looked at him so intently, at her husband, the man she would spend her life with.
But now, he has someone else in his heart.
She turned back and quietly looked at the hundred-child canopy above her head. It didn't matter; they had a long life ahead of them. As long as she managed things well, he would change his mind.
"Oh, scared? Where did Wei Songlan, who was yelling at me just now, go?"
Hearing Song Hezhou's nonchalant teasing voice, Wei Songlan closed her eyes, not wanting to talk to him anymore: "Shut up, go to sleep."
Song Hezhou propped his head up with his arm and looked at her with her eyes tightly closed, but her eyelids were trembling slightly. He smiled and said, "Everyone says that Miss Wei is virtuous, gentle and kind, but today she looks like a little tiger with sharp claws and teeth. She should not be underestimated."
Wei Songlan said, "If you don't want to get scratched, withdraw your claws."
Song Hezhou withdrew his hand from the corner of her blanket, lay down somewhat bored, then suddenly sat up: "The night is long, Wei Songlan, I've changed my mind, how about we consummate our marriage?"
Wei Songlan opened her eyes and looked at him coldly: "Think about my second cousin-in-law from the Yuan family."
Song Hezhou pouted and lay down again: "You really know how to pour cold water on things. If we don't want to have sex, then we don't have to. I'm tired anyway."
Unable to sleep all night, Wei Songlan got up before the maids and servants entered the room the next day. Seeing that Song Hezhou was still fast asleep, she kicked him when no one was in the room: "Song Hezhou, get up!"
Song Hezhou was kicked by her and rolled over in a daze: "Get lost, if you disturb my sleep again, believe me, I'll twist your head off."
Wei Songlan kicked him again: "It's me, Wei Songlan, your newlywed wife!"
Song Hezhou opened his eyes, saw that it was her, and sat up somewhat listlessly: "What's up so early in the morning?"
Wei Songlan took a pair of scissors from the table, sat down in front of him, placed a piece of white silk gauze on the bed, pulled his hand over, cut his fingertip with the scissors, and dripped two drops of blood onto the silk gauze.
Her movements were so fast and ruthless that Song Hezhou couldn't dodge them.
He quickly pulled his hand back: "Ouch, Wei Songlan, are you crazy?!"
Wei Songlan hid the scissors, roughly crumpled the blood-stained silk gauze and stuffed it into the quilt, then turned her gaze to his neck.
Song Hezhou felt a chill run down his spine. He clutched his neck and backed away, shouting, "What do you want to do!"
Wei Songlan reached out and pinched the spot he hadn't covered twice: "Create a false impression."
"What illusion?"
Hearing the maid's voice from outside, Wei Songlan stood up: "Of course, it's just a pretense of a wedding night."
"Well, Wei Songlan," Song Hezhou sneered, "I didn't expect you to have two faces. I underestimated you."
Wei Songlan sat in front of the dressing table: "Get up, it's time to pay respects to your parents-in-law."
As she finished speaking, there was a knock on the door, and then Granny Cao and Qiangqiang from the courtyard came in.
While Qiangqiang was attending to Wei Songlan, Song Hezhou also got out of bed. Granny Cao walked to the bedside and began to tidy up the bedding. When she came across the white silk gauze, she smiled to herself and carefully folded the gauze neatly and put it away.
Song Hezhou had been secretly observing her actions, and seeing this, he couldn't help but secretly admire Wei Songlan's caution.
After tidying themselves up, the two went together to pay their respects to Lord Song and other elders.
With outsiders present, and under Song Hezhou's astonished gaze, Wei Songlan transformed back into the gentle and virtuous young lady, her manners refined and impeccable, exuding elegance in every way.
Song Hezhou pouted and slumped in the chair like he had no bones: "I've been banging my head all morning, I'm exhausted."
Wei Songlan asked Qiangqiang to register the gifts from the elders of the Song family: "Let's register them before putting them into storage. Have you prepared the return gifts for our trip back to the Wei family tomorrow? Bring me the gift list so I can take a look."
Qiangqiang brought her the gift list to look at.
Seeing her constantly dealing with trivial matters, Song Hezhou drank a cup of tea, then picked up a piece of pastry from the table and threw it into his mouth: "Hey, Wei Songlan, aren't you tired of pretending?"
Wei Songlan put down the gift list and smiled at him, "Thank you for your concern, husband. I'm not tired."
Seeing their 'affectionate' appearance, Granny Cao and the maids waiting inside the room all lowered their heads and chuckled to themselves.
Song Hezhou: "...Two-faced, you're something else!"
In the first few days of their marriage, he had no official business to attend to, and he and Wei Songlan grew increasingly tired of each other, making life truly difficult. Fortunately, on the third day, they returned to the Wei family home in a grand procession. Wei Qin, who doted on Wei Songlan, invited relatives to accompany them.
The Yuan family was also among those invited.
Early in the morning, Madam Yuan invited the whole family to visit the Wei residence. Yuan Chongjing was a little worried about Li Yang: "Why don't we not go? It's not a big deal."
Li Yang was more than six months pregnant, and her body was heavy, making it extremely inconvenient for her to move around. She said, "It's alright. You didn't let me go to Songlan's wedding the other day because you thought there would be too many people. Today is her homecoming, and if I don't show up, Songlan will think I don't like her."
“Yes, second brother, don’t be too careful. This isn’t your first pregnancy, so there’s no need to be so nervous. Just be natural,” the eldest daughter-in-law said. “I’ll be with you today, so don’t worry.”
Yuan Chongjing: "..." This is her first child!
Li Yang smiled and said, "It's alright. You can go to the front hall with Dad and your older brother. Your sister-in-law is here, so it'll be fine."
Yuan Chongjing said helplessly, "Then don't overwork yourself. If you feel unwell anywhere, go find your mother."
"Alright, alright, second brother, let's go. Leave this to me." The eldest young mistress helped Li Yang up, and the two of them, along with their maids, walked towards the backyard of the Wei family.
The Wei family was bustling with activity. Most of Wei Qin's relatives by marriage and other family members had come, and the backyard was filled with colorful flowers and the fragrance of perfumes. Since becoming pregnant, Li Yang had become extremely sensitive to smells, and she soon felt uncomfortable in the house.
She told the eldest young mistress and then took Xia He to the garden for some fresh air.
It was springtime, and the sun was gradually rising higher, but it was still a bit chilly. Li Yang pulled her sleeves tighter and said to Xia He, "Go inside and borrow a cloak for me."
Xia He thought the distance wasn't too far, so she hurried over and figured it wouldn't take long. She then left.
Li Yang patted her belly, stood up and walked around in the garden, then called out to the corner gate of the courtyard wall, "Come out, I see you."
Song Hezhou emerged somewhat awkwardly from behind the tree at the side gate: "How did you know it was me?"
Li Yang said, "I didn't know it was you. I had a bad feeling about it, so I just tried to bluff. Who knew you would actually come out?"
"Hmph," Song Hezhou looked at her unhappily, "You and Yuan Chongjing are truly family, even your cunning is the same."
"Thank you for the compliment, Lord Song." Li Yang's back ached from standing for so long, so she leaned against a tree trunk to catch her breath. Seeing this, Song Hezhou stepped forward to help her walk towards the small pavilion next to him: "You're still not behaving yourself with such a big belly."
The two sat down by the pavilion. Seeing him standing upwind to block the wind, Li Yang smiled and asked, "How are things going with Songlan?"
Song Hezhou said disdainfully, "She's the best actress. She seems docile on the surface, but she has a sharp tongue and a petty mind. She uses me to blackmail me for every little mistake I make."
Li Yang said, "Songlan is a good woman. She showed her true nature in front of you, which means she is close to you. I think you two are quite suitable. You should live a good life together with her in the future."
"What's the point of coming here? I get annoyed just looking at her. If my dad hadn't forced me to come, I wouldn't have come at all. Everyone in this room is so hypocritical, it makes me want to vomit. It would be much more satisfying to go to the Dali Temple to investigate a case."
"It's just the way of officialdom. You've been protected by Lord Song since you were a child, so naturally you disdain these social niceties."
Song Hezhou hated it most when people said he relied on his family connections, and he would fly into a rage every time he heard it. But Li Yang was different from others. He said, "I heard that Yuan Chongjing and His Highness Prince Yu are very close. Is this what you call 'socializing'? Humph."
Li Yang didn't say anything more to him: "Go back and burn all those letters from back then, so that Songlan won't find them and cause trouble later."
"Why should I burn it!" Song Hezhou retorted loudly. "The person is gone, can't I leave something to remember them by?"
"What are you yelling about?" Li Yang scolded, standing up to face him. "I don't want Song Lan to find out about this, and to cause another rift between us. So much time has passed, there's no going back now, you should let it go."
Seeing that she was a little agitated, Song Hezhou was afraid that she might make another mistake: "Don't talk about me, you shouted yourself. Alright, I'll go back and deal with it, don't worry."
Seeing Xia He's figure appear in the distance, Song Hezhou said, "Your maid is here, I'll be going now. Don't overthink it, I won't let Wei Songlan see this."
After he finished speaking, he quickly slipped away from the garden.
The front hall was still bustling with activity, filled with clinking glasses and boisterous voices. Song Hezhou, feeling rather annoyed, drank a couple more cups of wine. When he returned to the Song family home, he was already slightly drunk.
Thinking about what Li Yang had said during the day, he went to the study alone, took out a delicate little box from the depths of the bookcase, and began to examine it one by one.
Inside were letters he had exchanged with the Butterfly Fairy in the past.
He was feeling down at the time, and at first he just wanted to have some fun.
But as they chatted, perhaps because she always seemed to know what was on his mind, perhaps because he was used to it, or perhaps because he genuinely wanted to make a friend, he began to take it to heart. He looked forward to her reply every day, imagining what she looked like, the way she held the pen when she bent over to write, and the strands of her hair that drooped down when she bent over.
He thought this would continue indefinitely, but then one day, he never received a reply from her. Unwilling to accept it, he waited at the place where they had agreed to leave their letters for three days, but he didn't see a single person.
He became somewhat anxious and began searching for the person all over Kyoto.
No one believed him, and no one thought that this 'Butterfly Fairy' really existed.
He searched for more than five years, so long that he himself began to doubt whether he had really had such a harmonious time with her.
Just when he was almost discouraged, he received a letter, a letter written by his butterfly fairy.
His hands trembled with excitement as he desperately tried to control his urge to jump for joy, eager to see her.
He had a feeling that the person was her.
But she wouldn't admit it.
Even if she doesn't admit it, she's already married with a husband and daughter, and her husband's family is quite harmonious, so she probably won't suffer any grievances.
But he was unwilling to accept it. They had met first, and he should have married him.
He wanted to take it back, but her mind was too resolute; she was single-mindedly devoted to protecting her little family. In the end, he lost, not to her husband, but to her.
Song Hezhou sighed, his hand stroking the letters he cherished as his life. She was right; now, a vast distance separated them, and keeping these letters would only cause more trouble and serve no other purpose.
He lit a lamp and took the letters, intending to burn them.
The study door was pushed open, and Wei Songlan walked in carrying a wooden tray: "My husband got drunk today, didn't he? I went to the kitchen to make a bowl of hangover soup so that my husband can rest after drinking it."
Song Hezhou immediately covered up the scattered letters: "Who let you in? Get out now!"
Wei Songlan turned around and told Qiangqiang, who was following her, to leave, while she stayed behind. She placed the hangover soup on the desk in front of Song Hezhou: "Drink it."
Song Hezhou lay face down on the table, trying to cover the letters. She wouldn't leave, and he couldn't move.
"I know, I'll drink it in a bit, you can go out now," Song Hezhou scolded.
Wei Songlan didn't leave. She casually found a chair and sat down, saying, "I'll leave after you drink it."
"I'll drink after you leave."
Wei Songlan admired her bright red nail polish with her other hand and said indifferently, "My second cousin's wife."
Song Hezhou was already annoyed by this matter when he heard this, so he slammed his fist on the table and stood up: "Don't try to threaten me with her!"
“I’ll threaten you,” Wei Songlan stood up calmly, looked at him, and gradually approached him, saying provocatively, “Second cousin’s wife, second cousin’s wife, my second cousin’s wife!”
"You! How dare you!" Song Hezhou glared angrily, wanting to fight but not daring to, yet unable to swallow his anger if he didn't.
Wei Songlan swiftly snatched the letter from his desk, opened it, and quickly read it.
Song Hezhou reached out to snatch it, but she dodged him: "Wei Songlan!"
Wei Songlan glanced at it, and after confirming the contents, she stared at him with venomous eyes: "Song Hezhou."
Song Hezhou trembled under her gaze, feeling a chill run through his body. He unusually softened his tone and stammered, "What, what are you doing?"
Wei Songlan said, "Your second cousin-in-law is your butterfly fairy, right?"
Back then, he searched for the Butterfly Fairy all over the capital like a madman. Even if Wei Songlan didn't know about this, she could still hear bits and pieces from other people's mouths.
"What nonsense are you talking about? She isn't!" Song Hezhou retorted loudly, somewhat embarrassed and angry.
Wei Songlan put down the letter and suddenly felt somewhat powerless.
She initially thought Song Hezhou only had a slight admiration for her second cousin's wife, but it hadn't reached that level. She would occasionally tease him about her, but in Wei Songlan's heart, she didn't take her second cousin's wife seriously. After all, she and her second cousin were now happily married, and she was pregnant; a relationship between her and Song Hezhou was absolutely possible.
But now, my second cousin's wife is actually the butterfly fairy that Song Hezhou has been searching for for many years.
No matter what she does in her life, she can never compare to the place this butterfly fairy holds in his heart.
"Alright," Wei Songlan handed the letter back to him, "You see, I'm tired, I'm going back now."
Song Hezhou accepted the letter with some skepticism and tentatively asked, "Then I won't be sleeping in bed tonight, okay?"
"Whatever you want," Wei Songlan said, then lowered her head and went back to the new house.
Seeing her leave dejectedly, Song Hezhou felt a surge of joy. He stopped burning the letters, put them all in a box, and stayed in the outer room of the bridal chamber that night.
On the first day, Song Hezhou slept in the outer room.
Seeing that Wei Songlan didn't care, he had dinner at Dali Temple the next day and returned home late at night, where he stayed in the outer room.
On the third day, taking advantage of his busy official duties, he simply slept at the Dali Temple and did not return home.
The couple hadn't even been married for a month when he started staying out all night. If this news got out, it would be extremely bad for Wei Songlan.
But she remained indifferent, spending her days either greeting her in-laws every morning or hiding in her room reading and embroidering.
Now that Song Hezhou was free, he didn't return for more than half a month.
Summoned back by Madam Song that day, he first went to his room to change into clean clothes before going to see his parents. Seeing Wei Songlan still sitting by the window reading, seemingly oblivious to him, Song Hezhou felt a little uncomfortable. He walked over and kicked her chair, saying, "Wei Songlan, didn't you see I'm back?"
“I saw it,” Wei Songlan said, holding onto the table to keep from falling. She turned a page of her book and said calmly, “Didn’t your mother-in-law ask you to come back? Go see her.”
Song Hezhou looked at her suspiciously, narrowed his eyes, and asked, "Do you know something?"
Wei Songlan put away the book: "Then let me give you a heads-up. This morning, my mother-in-law asked me if there was any news about my pregnancy. I told her that you haven't been back to your room for over a month. If I were really pregnant, that would be a real disaster."
Song Hezhou looked at her in surprise: "You really say that?" Such boldness is not like her elegant and gentle style.
“Of course it’s not that straightforward, but today, you probably can’t escape,” Wei Songlan said.
Song Hezhou pursed his lips, somewhat unconcerned: "She's all talk and no action. I'll just put up with it. After I hear her 'lecture,' I'll head straight back to the Dali Temple. There have been just too many cases lately, and I'm so busy I can't even get away."
Wei Songlan didn't try to keep him: "Then I won't leave dinner for you tonight, my husband. Your mother is still waiting, take care, my husband."
It was really strange. Song Hezhou kept looking back at her as he walked. He was walking fast and bumped into the door without noticing, making a 'thud' sound. He rubbed his forehead in annoyance and walked away unwillingly.
The sound was quite loud, indicating that the impact was rather forceful.
Wei Songlan chuckled and continued reading her book.
Soon after, Qiangqiang pushed open the door and came in: "Miss, it's time for dinner."
Wei Songlan nodded: "Bring it over here."
Qiangqiang hesitated for a moment: "Miss, the young master hasn't returned from Madam's place yet. Should we wait for him to come back?"
Wei Songlan said, "My husband said he met with my mother-in-law and then went to the Dali Temple to handle a case. He won't be back for dinner, so we don't need to wait for him. We can eat by ourselves."
She said she wouldn't wait, and she really didn't wait.
An hour later, as dusk fell, Song Hezhou returned, clutching his empty stomach. The room was filled with the aroma of food, but the rice bowls had already been removed.
He searched for a long time but couldn't find even a piece of pastry, so he went to the inner room to find Wei Songlan: "Wei Songlan, I'm starving, do you have anything to eat?"
Wei Songlan looked up in surprise in the candlelight: "Didn't my husband go to the Dali Temple? Why are you back now?"
Song Hezhou poured himself a cup of tea and drank it down: "My mother has locked the door and won't let me out. Never mind anything else, hurry up and get me something to eat."
Wei Songlan said with some regret, "It's a pity. Mother-in-law said we should live frugally recently. Once the mealtimes are over, there will be no other food in the manor. Husband, please bear with it a little longer. There will be food tomorrow morning."
"Why should I endure this? By tomorrow morning, your husband will be starving to death." After saying this, Song Hezhou saw that she was still slowly reading her book with her head down. He narrowed his eyes and said with a wicked smile, "If you don't give me anything to eat, I'll go and tell Mother that you're not letting me eat. Then I won't have the strength to work on you at night. How will you give her a grandson if things continue like this?"
"You! Shameless!" Wei Songlan scolded.
"It's just an eye for an eye. You plotted against me with my mother, and all I said was a couple of words to you. Are you getting all worked up?"
Wei Songlan avoided his gaze and turned to the outside, saying, "Qiangqiang, bring it in."
Seeing the food that Qiangqiang brought in, Song Hezhou was slightly disappointed: "Alas, it seems I won't be able to enjoy her company tonight. What a pity."
Wei Songlan was about to get up and go back to bed when she heard this. She stopped and smiled. "Okay, I'll give you that chance. Come over when you have the energy after you eat. Put all your effort into me. I'll be waiting."
In a standoff between two armies, it's all about psychological warfare; whoever falters first loses. Song Hezhou understood this. But looking at Wei Songlan's calm and composed gaze, he still felt guilty: "Hehe, I was just joking."
"Hmph, coward," Wei Songlan taunted.
Song Hezhou was stung by her gaze and threw down his chopsticks: "Hey, I don't believe I can't control a little girl like you."
He closed the doors one by one, then carried Wei Songlan into the inner room, saying, "Tonight I'll show you the might of your husband."
Wei Songlan was being carried by him, and her chest felt a little uncomfortable from the pressure of his shoulders. She punched his shoulder and back: "My second cousin's wife!"
"Calling you 'Second Cousin' won't do you any good!" Song Hezhou threw her onto the bed, loosened her collar, and looked at her with a determined gaze.
Wei Songlan lay on the bed, backing away until she was pressed against the wall behind her: "Have you forgotten your Butterfly Fairy?"
Song Hezhou paused for a moment, then leaned forward again: "What does it matter if you've forgotten or not? Now that you've married me, doing these things was bound to happen sooner or later."
Wei Songlan stretched out her leg to block him: "Since you haven't forgotten, don't provoke me."
Song Hezhou pinned her legs down with overwhelming force. "I've had enough of your sharp tongue for a long time. After tonight, let's see if you dare to talk back again!"
"Okay, then give it a try!"
Song Hezhou sneered: "You're still so stubborn even now. You just wait. If you can get out of bed tomorrow, I'll take your surname!"
"Heh, Wei Hezhou? That's a nice-sounding name."
Song Hezhou didn't speak again, but lowered his head and let his actions speak for themselves.
While he was busy with his work, Wei Songlan put her arm around his shoulder and laughed silently.
Song Hezhou practiced martial arts year-round, so his physical strength was not to be underestimated. Wei Songlan, on the other hand, was a young lady confined to her chambers, and her daily activities consisted mostly of playing musical instruments, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Before long, she was overwhelmed by him and had no strength left, unable to even utter a sound.
Although Song Hezhou said harsh words, he still pitied her in the end. After only two times, he called for hot water and washed her body.
Wei Songlan had already fallen into a deep sleep, her eyelashes were curved, and her eyes were red and swollen, probably because she was still feeling unwell. Her lips were also pouting, and their color was rosy, like ripe fruit waiting to be picked.
That's a good girl, right? Song Hezhou hugged her, and said that if she talked back again, he would teach her a lesson like this.
Song Hezhou fell asleep contentedly.
He woke up feeling refreshed. Now fully awake, seeing that Wei Songlan was still asleep, Song Hezhou tiptoed out of bed, put on his outer robe, and sneaked to the outer room.
Once he lay down on the couch in the outer room, his agitated heart gradually calmed down. The feeling of her jade-like, delicate skin still lingered on his hand; Song Hezhou rubbed his fingers together, savoring the memory, and smiled silently.
It seems Li Yang was right; the past is the past, and he should move on.
No, he's already moved on.
This side story is now complete.
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