Chapter 74: Song Xieqing took off her skirt and felt happy when she scolded her.
Zhang Du knew that the young lady of the Zhu family had once been married, but he had been missing for years. Her close friends kept their mouths shut, and for years, no one had been able to uncover any secrets about her and her husband. Despite her seemingly fragile appearance and sweet speech, the young lady was a skilled businessman. After her aunt's imprisonment, she inherited the family business, single-handedly carving out a niche in Huaicheng's business world.
Whether it was the name of a disaster in her childhood or her great reputation in the business world today, Zhu Hao is known to everyone in Huaicheng. Because of this, it is inevitable that people in the market would have some curiosity about her love for her children.
Five years is not a short time, so during the five years since Song Xieqing was not around Zhu Hao, rumors have spread like wildfire. Some people insisted that the two of them had divorced long ago, and many people from Huai who had received favors from the Zhu family scolded Song Xieqing for abandoning Zhu Hao for his mistress. What's more, there were rumors that he died young due to illness. Naturally, there were a few people who tried to make up for him, such as finding a job outside or deciding to take the imperial examinations, and when he rarely returned home, no one happened to see him, which caused a misunderstanding. In short, it was no problem to compile the rumors about the two of them into three or two volumes of storybooks.
Ever since Zhu Hao mistook him for another friend a few days ago, and Zhang Du had seen a beautiful woman in plain clothes dancing gracefully on the snow, he had selectively believed the first possibility, that Zhu Hao and her husband had parted ways on bad terms. Regardless of his belief, he simply believed that Miss Zhu was still unmarried. Even if he saw her accompanied by a handsome young man, he would simply assume they were relatives. After all... upon closer inspection, they looked alike, equally pleasing to the eye.
"Master Zhang, this is my husband."
The answer was straightforward and concise, and Zhang Du felt as if he had been poured with cold water.
He nodded awkwardly, and saw the handsome man with a handsome face beside Madam Zhu holding her hand and giving him a provocative look.
Zhang Du: ...
Zhang Du forced himself to be polite, bid farewell to the couple in a hurry, and then ran away in shame.
Zhu Hao witnessed with his own eyes how Song Xieqing's face changed from sunny to gloomy, and then from gloomy to sunny, changing his expression faster than turning the pages of a book.
He held his wife's hand tightly and asked casually, "How did he recognize you?"
This question seemed funny. He had been away from home for five years. Zhu Hao should have made friends of all kinds, regardless of gender or occupation. Although Song Xieqing was Zhu Hao's husband and an omnipotent god in the world, he could not use magic to pry into her private affairs.
Not only out of respect for Zhu Hao, but rather than using magic to spy on her, Song Xieqing would rather let Zhu Hao tell him in person all the interesting stories and anecdotes that happened to her in the past five years. Then, wouldn't the five years of separation become a source of fun for them to chat on the couch?
A strong smell of jealousy lingered between the two of them. She could have just found an excuse to make it up, but once she thought about the real reason why she and Zhang Du met...
The two looked at each other, and Zhu Hao said in a panic, "Oh, he's a frequent visitor to the shop."
"Well," Song Xieqing led Zhu Hao to the teahouse in front. "Pianpian, do you want to listen to music or play pot-tossing, cockfighting, tea, and a play?"
The woman next to him was obviously relieved and replied, "As you wish."
The two of them entered the teahouse around noon, and when they came out the moon was already at its zenith.
They played almost from one end of the teahouse to the other, listening to music, watching opera, drinking tea and making puppets. When they finally headed home, Song Xieqing sat alone on a small stool in the corner, silent. Zhu Hao walked around behind him, put his arms around his neck and asked, "What happened?"
Song Xieqing grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward. Their foreheads touched, their breaths mingling as he asked, "Zhu Pianpian, I want to know what you've been doing and thinking about these past five years. Do you still like the things you liked five years ago? Do your tastes still remain the same as they did five years ago?"
Also, do you still like the person you liked five years ago as much as before?
Zhu Hao kissed him on the corner of his lips and whispered "I love you" three times in Song Xieqing's ear.
She snuggled in his arms and talked about the past five years when he had not been involved, from the trivialities of running the clothing store to the daily meals and clothing.
Tsk, but no one mentioned that damn Zhang Du.
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It has been three months since Song Xieqing returned home. After the two of them had dinner, Song Xieqing would often go to the clothing store with Zhu Hao. She did not expect him to help her, but that person insisted on following her and was never more than five steps away from her. Song Xieqing would always sit beside her, silently handing her water and rubbing her shoulders.
When Fang Xuyin and others saw him come back for the first time, they were also stunned like Miaoli. Song Xieqing evaded them one by one with excuses to deal with Miaoli.
No matter how puzzled Fang Xuyin was, she stopped asking when she saw Zhu Hao hugging the man with her arms and smiling. She and her husband had always been different from ordinary people, and besides... being happy was the most important thing.
On that day, Song Xieqing accompanied Zhu Haoxing to the Li family. Li Yuan got married two years ago, and today was his daughter's full moon banquet.
The daughter's nickname was A'man, but as for her full name, her parents had read through many calligraphy books but still couldn't decide on one.
Little A-Man was wrapped in her swaddling clothes, looking like a ball of pink and white snow. Zhu Hao felt pity for her and teased her with his fingers. When he turned around, he smiled and asked Song Xieqing, "Is she cute?"
Song Xieqing lowered his eyebrows and took a closer look. Ah Man was plump and tender. He smiled warmly, "Of course she is round and lovely."
Li Yuan and her husband entered the inner room. Seeing this, she smiled and said, "You two have been married for a long time. When will you have a child? He is so handsome, and Young Master Song is also very handsome. If you have children, they will surely be as beautiful as pearls and jades, with handsome manners. I wonder how many girls and boys in Huaicheng will be charmed by him one day."
Upon hearing this, all the guests at the banquet agreed with a smile. Zhu Hao looked at Song Xieqing, tugged at half of his sleeve and said softly, "My husband and I are not good at raising children. Besides, we are both busy, and we have no time to take care of the children. It's better to just let it go."
She blinked at Song Xieqing, "What do you think, Song Lang?"
Song Xieqing smiled and nodded, but his dark eyes were fixed on Zhu Hao and could not move.
Li Yuan disagreed: "No one is born with good manners. It's just practice that makes perfect. You don't know, when my husband and I first held A-Man, we were so flustered that we almost dropped the child. We listened to A-Man's wailing and didn't know what to do... Now I'm finally getting the hang of it..."
Before he could finish his words, Li Yuan's husband had already put A-Man into Song Xieqing's arms. He couldn't push her away, and for fear of hurting the baby, he had to carefully hold her. Li Yuan's husband laughed heartily: "Look, just looking at her doesn't mean anything, you only know how important it is when you hold her in your arms. Don't worry if you laugh at me, but I work in the fields every day, and just thinking about my children and my wife at home makes me full of energy. Alas, you two are indifferent to having children now, because you haven't tasted the sweetness of it yet..."
For him, all he wanted in life was to wish others well. Song Xieqing never thought of anything other than wishing others well.
The child in her arms was too fragile. Song Xieqing was rarely so cautious, and even her breathing became subconsciously slow.
He shouldn't dislike children. A-man in his arms is quite cute. If it is a good child, it will probably be very pleasing.
He was definitely not a qualified husband, let alone a father. If he left home one day and she was alone, wouldn't the child become a shackle that bound Zhu Hao?
If she had no offspring to tie her down, she could do other things more decisively in the future.
The two of them had lunch at the Li family, and Song Xieqing and Zhu Hao came to Fu Yunshang. Although Zhu Hao no longer had to do everything herself, she still had the habit of helping out in her spare time.
The shop under Zhu Hao's name was crowded with customers every day. Song Xieqing didn't care about who was coming and going, and his eyes were only fixed on her. He suddenly noticed that Zhu Hao's expression hesitated slightly, and the abacus in her hand almost fell. Then Zhu Hao cast a glance at him, thinking that she was not noticing.
Song Xieqing's gaze passed Zhu Hao and fell on Zhang Du who was not far away.
Zhang Du came here today to pick up clothes for his aunt. When he came, he thought, with so many clothing stores under Zhu Haoming, it wouldn't be him who would run into them, right?
Speak of Cao Cao and he will appear!
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As they stepped into the gate of Zhu's house, Song Xieqing suppressed the urge to make hand gestures and dragged Zhu Hao into the inner room without saying anything and closed the doors and windows.
"Good luck. Zhang Du is not a good person."
Zhu Hao looked doubtful.
Song Xieqing's expression was stern, and he tried to slow down his tone: "Since he is Shi Yu's student, he should pursue a career in government, but he is nearly thirty years old, right?"
"He's thirty and still hasn't passed the imperial examination. He doesn't come from a wealthy family, nor do he possess extraordinary talent. Just ask yourself, how many people in history have achieved the top honors from humble backgrounds? Not to mention a mediocre talent like Zhang Du." Because he had passed the imperial examination at a young age, he couldn't avoid the harsh expectations of others. Song Xieqing said contemptuously, "What? Is he still waiting for you to support him?"
"There are many women in this world who support their lovers' education, and there are also many heartless and unfaithful men. They all choose to pursue their own careers, abandoning their wives who have shared their hardships. I wish you well. Are you blind?"
Zhu Hao suddenly stepped forward and pushed him to sit on the chair. Song Xieqing's unfinished words were swallowed up by her kiss.
He was indeed fooled by this trick, and his brows, which had been furrowed since he entered, finally relaxed.
The candlelight flickered, and the shadows of the two people embracing were reflected on the screen.
She bit his lower lip, feeling a mixture of pain and itch. Zhu Hao caressed his eyebrows and eyes, "Song Lang, what are you thinking about?"
Zhu Hao told Song Xieqing about how she had mistaken Zhang Du for him. After she finished speaking, she was pulled aside and sat on top of him. He buried his head in the crook of Zhu Hao's neck and said in a muffled voice, "I thought..."
He had been away for five years, far longer than the years he and Zhu Hao had been married.
"Song Xieqing." Zhu Hao held his face. "Such words are too corny, so I'll only say it once."
"From now on, whether you are by my side or not, I only like you, I like you the most, and it will be difficult for me to look at other men."
Song Xieqing kissed her forehead. It was spring, and her heavy silk skirt had faded, leaving only light gauze and soft satin. Song Xieqing held her waist steady and pushed aside the soft hem of her skirt with one hand. Zhu Hao climbed onto his shoulder. Her toes curled up, her feet arched, and she kept cursing him under her breath.
Song Xieqing felt happy when she scolded him.
The chair beneath her creaked, and only the semi-transparent gauze skirt could partially conceal her springtime beauty. Song Xieqing kissed her crimson earlobe, his voice hoarse: "Pianpian... Do I look like him? Look at him for so long..."
"No... not like that." Zhu Hao cursed inwardly, but maintained a gentle demeanor. "Song Xianjun is a jade tree in the forest, with the appearance of a dragon and a phoenix, almighty, noble and noble, and majestic... How can anyone compare to you?"
Song Xieqing laughed out loud, "Yeah, I love to hear that."
He held her waist and picked her up. As they moved, Zhu Hao was pressed down on the bed. Song Xieqing's slender fingers, still wet, hooked around her complicated skirt. After several attempts to untie it, he simply rolled up the gauze skirt to her waist. The aqua-colored skirt was like clouds and snow. He leaned down.
It's still a bit of a hindrance after all, he thought.
Song Xieqing exerted a little strength and pulled the pleated skirt away. With a hint of pity, he asked, "Pianpian, I'll compensate you with a closet of skirts tomorrow, okay?"
Zhu Hao understood his hidden meaning and kicked him, "No, this is a gift from Xu Yin..."
Song Xieqing put his hand against her cheek, first admitted his fault, and then stroked the red mark on her neck, "Then Pianpian, can you teach me how to fix it?"
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