Chapter 33: Past Events Overnight.
"you……"
Knowing that Zhu Qing's words were full of heart-wrenching resistance, Feng Huaihe interrupted her preemptively, saying righteously, "I only said I would give you ten days to consider. During these ten days, I will not touch you. But I never said I would not be with you."
Regardless of Zhu Qing's willingness, Feng Huaihe took her hand and led her to the window, asking, "Do you like this tree?"
It rained yesterday, the air was fresh, and a gentle breeze blew by the window, causing the red ribbons on the trees to flutter lightly, illuminated by the warm glow of the hexagonal sheep lamps.
This tree was obtained by Zhu Qing in his previous life.
Having witnessed the hardships of the times in his past life, Zhu Qing dreamed of having a wishing tree to grant his wishes in his youth.
She stayed with Feng Huaihe in the Secretariat, where he listened to her heartfelt words.
Looking at the floating red ribbons, Zhu Qing recalled how she had also fantasized like this when she was struggling alone in modern times.
Although separated by the long river of history, the fundamental nature of the same Zhu Qing has never changed.
Now that the trees have actually appeared, Zhu Qing thinks they look beautiful, but answers, "I don't like them, and I hate them."
Feng Huaihe smiled and let out a laugh.
Zhu Qing glanced at him sideways: "What are you laughing at?" Seeing his smiling face, Zhu Qing was taken aback.
She often saw Feng Huaihe smile, but it was always a forced smile with coldness in his eyes. She had never seen him like this before, with his peach blossom eyes curved and filled with a warm smile, and intermittent laughter coming from his chest. She could feel his hand holding hers vibrating.
Undeniably, Feng Huaihe's appearance is one in a million.
He was the most outstanding person Zhu Qing had ever met. It's a shame he's such a freak; it's a complete waste of talent.
In a flash, Feng Huaihe finally finished laughing, reached out and tapped her forehead with his finger, his gentle voice overflowing with doting: "You really don't like it, it's just that after someone moved in, they've been standing here watching, and even after eating, they'd lie on the low couch watching."
Zhu Qing blushed, but this was quickly followed by embarrassment and annoyance: "Are you spying on me again?"
"No, it's just that you made it too obvious. Tian Jiuzhu saw it when she came to clean the house and told me about it."
Zhu Qing did not believe it.
She walked unhappily to the bedside, lifted the bedding off the floor, and glared at Feng Huaihe, saying, "You sleep on the floor."
Feng Huaihe closed the window, blew out the candles leaving only one as a light, and walked over to sit down next to Zhu Qing: "I did all this not so that I could sleep on the floor."
Zhu Qing wanted to speak, but he pushed her down onto the soft bed, and along with his male body pressed down, a deep, wet kiss followed.
Zhu Qing couldn't resist; she felt that every time he kissed her, it was frighteningly deep, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
"You call this a kiss?" Feng Huaihe suddenly sat up, looking down at her with displeasure: "Respond to me."
Zhu Qing turned her head away in annoyance when he kissed her again after he finished speaking, but he grabbed her chin and turned her back, forcefully kissing her.
Zhu Qing felt a shiver run through his body.
As Feng Huaihe tasted her flavor, he became increasingly fascinated, wishing he could swallow her whole and merge with her until death.
Before recalling Zhu Qing's notes and assuming she was another person from the moon, Feng Huaihe had many questions.
He came here alone, feeling utterly miserable, and stood before this tree, wondering who he was asking why he was given a second chance to see Zhu Qing, even though she was not Zhu Qing.
He knew he should let Zhu Qing go, thinking it was Buddha's punishment, forcing him to face the pain of losing Zhu Qing and live again.
Later, when he recalled Zhu Qing's notes, he finally understood that they were all the same person, and that Zhu Qing, who had been to civilized society and returned, was truly his perfect match.
Because Zhu Qing in her previous life was enveloped in love, the only person she could take a liking to was Zhang Yin, who was also enveloped in love.
But in this life, he is no longer Zhang Yin.
The only one who could resonate with Zhu Qing was Feng Huaihe, who was also suffering daily in agony.
Thinking about this, Feng Huaihe felt that if all the suffering he had endured before was for the sake of meeting Zhu Qing, then it was all worth it.
He withdrew from Zhu Qing's mouth, leaving glistening liquid on her red lips, making them look as delicate and vibrant as peonies after the rain.
"Go to sleep," he said, reaching out to embrace Zhu Qing and lying down with her on the couch.
Zhu Qing burrowed deeper into the bed, still aroused by the hot, wet kiss, and didn't want to touch him at all. She was so glad he was so incredibly handsome, otherwise she would have wanted to kill him.
She just shifted slightly to the side, and Feng Huaihe's strong arm reached around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.
"Don't move," Feng Huaihe rested his chin on the top of her head, inhaling the fragrance of her hair.
Zhu Qing gritted her teeth in hatred.
“Think about it quickly,” he suddenly said. “I don’t have the patience.”
He has waited his whole life.
Zhu Qing ignored him, but he held her tightly, and she could even feel his erection. It was annoying. She didn't sleep well and woke up at the crack of dawn.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Feng Huaihe standing by the bed getting dressed. The dim light of the day made his face look gentle and his posture elegant.
"Awake?" Feng Huaihe's voice was slightly hoarse in the morning. "I've prepared your clothes and hung them on the hanger. After you've had enough sleep, Tian Jiuzhu will bring you breakfast. Is there anything else you need to buy for Xihuatang? I'll take care of it."
Zhu Qing was still half asleep and didn't have the energy to argue with him about how he had touched her thigh last night. She casually said, "Wishing tree, I want a swing..."
Feng Huaihe hummed in agreement, fastened his belt, and stood by the bed, touching her face: "Something has come up at the manor, so I won't be home for the next few days. Be good and don't run around."
Zhu Qing remained silent.
Feng Huaihe thought for a moment and then said, "Be obedient and behave yourself. If you really can't behave yourself, you can think about Zhu Zhengyang and the others."
Zhu Qing angrily grabbed the pillow next to her and threw it at him.
Feng Huaihe caught the pillow that hit his head with perfect accuracy, and in front of Zhu Qing, he took a deep sniff, then said with a smile, "The pillow smells of your hair, like a sea of flowers."
"You pervert, get out!" Zhu Qing's face turned red with anger.
Feng Huaihe put the pillow away, straightened his clothes, and stepped out of the house.
After the person left, Zhu Qing was so angry that she couldn't sleep anymore. She got up and lifted the covers, only to see two chafing marks on her legs.
Last night, Feng Huaihe initially just held her obediently, but as he held her, he suddenly became restless and insisted on lifting her legs together so that he could put himself inside her.
After working up all night, my skin was red. There seemed to be a faint scent of him still lingering in the bed.
Zhu Qing was instantly filled with shame and indignation, her blood rushing to her head, making her feel like she was about to vomit blood.
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Even though he has passed away, Feng Huaihe still remembers this day in his past life: Li passed away.
When Feng Huaihe arrived at the Feng residence, the servants were busy as usual and did not show any unusual behavior.
He breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, he made it in time.
In his previous life, he was too busy with political affairs to see Lady Li one last time.
Feng Huaihe pushed open Li's door and smelled the stale, aged medicine. He had to admit that even though he harbored resentment, he still allowed this regret to continue for two lifetimes.
When the maidservant waiting by the sickbed saw Feng Huaihe, she quickly lifted the bed curtains and said, "Madam, it's the young master."
Li coughed twice, "Quickly help me up."
The maid helped Li Shi up and lean her against the headboard.
Li's sunken eyes were filled with thick dark circles as she looked tremblingly at Feng Huaihe, who had come to the bedside. Feng Huaihe sat down, lifting his robe, and said, "Mother."
Feng Huaihe's voice was distant and trembling. Looking at his mother, who was so close yet would die in a few hours, he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what else to say.
He slowly clenched his fist.
Li reached out to him, seemingly wanting to hold his hand, or perhaps to stroke his face.
Feng Huaihe sat upright, motionless, watching her outstretched hand.
"I'm sorry..."
When Li suddenly spoke, Feng Huaihe's heart skipped a beat.
In his past life, he did everything he could to help the Li family and save Chen Zhong. He searched for his daughter, enduring hardship and compromise for a long time, hoping to earn the Li family's apology.
But he never expressed any remorse to him, whether it was Feng Ruling, Li Shi, or Jing Wan, until his death.
But in this life, Feng Huaihe did nothing, and even harshly rejected Li's request to save Chen Zhong, which instead earned him her apology.
Feng Huaihe took a deep breath and finally understood that making concessions and compromising would not bring him the apology he wanted, but only more severe persecution.
He couldn't quite describe his feelings; it was just a little ridiculous. He actually laughed and said to Li, "Go in peace."
After recalling Chen Sangguo's tragic past life, Feng Huaihe slowly said, "Chen Zhong has protected your daughter very well. Now she's carefree and living a happy life."
Upon hearing this, Li's dazed eyes lit up for a moment, but then slowly sank back down. Whether it was her daughter or Feng Huaihe, they were both children, and she felt she had wronged them both.
She was originally the daughter of a small merchant in Lingnan. In her early years, when Feng Ruling went to Lingnan to do business, he used a treacherous scheme to destroy her family's shop and forcibly separated her from Chen Zhong. He then took her to Chang'an and married her as his principal wife.
Feng Ruling was extremely obsessed with the idea of having a politician in the clan. When Li married him, she was still young and had been unable to conceive for a long time. He began to take concubines, planning to have a son born so that he could be adopted by Li as the eldest son.
He insisted on having the eldest son.
After killing countless children, Li finally gave birth to Feng Huaihe. Coincidentally, Chen Zhong came to Chang'an, and the two rekindled their relationship behind Feng Ruling's back. In doing so, they lost Feng Huaihe. When Feng Ruling found out, she was furious and sent men to hunt them down.
Chen Zhong then went into hiding and disappeared for the time being.
Li gave birth to another daughter. She herself was not sure whether the daughter was Chen Zhong's or Feng Ruling's child. In any case, as long as it was her own child, that was enough.
So, in order to stop Feng Ruling from continuing to poison her daughter, she contacted Chen Zhong and finally got him to come and take her daughter away. She even lied to Chen Zhong that the child was his.
Li was breathing heavily, wanting to say something, when suddenly a servant came in from outside the door, bowing his head and saying, "Young master, the master requests your presence."
Having finally met Li Shi, Feng Huaihe got up and followed the servant out the door.
Feng Ruling is in his fifties, and half of his hair has turned white.
He stood by the study window, his white hair fluttering in the wind. Hearing Feng Huaihe's footsteps, he turned around, his wrinkled eyes narrowing: "You've found Chen Zhong."
"So what if it is?"
Feng Huaihe and Feng Ruling stared at each other, their strikingly similar eyes and brows each concealing a hidden sharpness.
Feng Huaihe had long suspected that Feng Ruling did not believe she was his child.
Feng Ruling was a proud and arrogant man who had a crush on Li Shi in Lingnan, but Li Shi did not reciprocate his feelings. After finally managing to get Li Shi to stay with him, he learned that Li Shi and Chen Zhong still had feelings for each other, which made him even more angry and suspicious.
“I heard from Jingwan about the matter of the head secretary,” Feng Ruling walked over and faced Feng Huaihe across the table. His face darkened. “My son, Feng Ruling, will never be as disrespectful to his elders as you.”
Feng Huaihe chuckled and slowly put down his teacup. "You might as well just say you suspect I'm not your child."
"You knew?" A look of surprise flashed across Feng Ruling's face, but he quickly became angry: "Did your mother tell you? You really aren't mine. It's pitiful that my Feng family has such a large business, yet we can't find anyone to take over."
He wouldn't be willing to accept it if it were just given to Feng Huaihe like this.
Not only would he not accept this, he would also not allow Feng Huaihe to remain. He would not tolerate such shame, a constant reminder that his wife had been with another man…
Feng Ruling gritted his teeth and said, "I will not let Chen Zhong go, nor will I let you go."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Feng Huaihe heard orderly footsteps outside the room. Having lived two lives, he could immediately tell that these were the well-trained archers of the manor.
Feng Ruling loved archery. He not only trained a troop of archers in his mansion, but also ordered Feng Huaihe to learn archery.
Bows and arrows could be seen everywhere in Feng Ruling's living quarters. He was also wealthy, and every bow he owned was of the highest quality.
Looking out through the open door, Feng Huaihe saw a group of people already pointing their bows at him.
He sneered, slowly turned his head back to look at Feng Ruling, and asked with a smile, "Have you ever carefully counted how many of your own children you've killed?"
Feng Ruling's face stiffened.
Feng Huaihe slowly walked to the shelf in the corner, where there was an extremely valuable bow called Piercing Willow.
He reached out, picked up the arrow, nocked it, and jokingly aimed it at Feng Ruling, saying, "Father, have you forgotten that in all of Chang'an, no one's archery skills can compare to mine?"
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