Chapter 100: A match made in heaven, perfectly suited.
Li Yue'er, "..."
What is she angry about?!
She was furious, and the mistress was still asking her what was making her angry.
Li Yue'er couldn't help but open her mouth and bite her mistress's shoulder through the fabric of her inner garment, even using quite a bit of force!
The mistress was clearly in pain, but she endured it without making a sound, gently stroking her back with her palms, as if to soothe her.
Qu Rong felt that it was actually a good thing for Li Yue'er to vent her temper on her. If she were to treat her coldly and indifferently like she had during dinner, then she would truly not want to continue living with her.
The more intense Li Yue'er's emotions are towards her, the more it shows that Li Yue'er still has feelings for her.
When Li Yue'er got tired of biting and let go, Qu Rong breathed a sigh of relief. Although her shoulder ached, her heart slowly relaxed.
Li Yue'er deliberately wiped her tears with the mistress's clothes and poured out all her grievances to her so that she wouldn't be unaware of what she was angry about and think she was being unreasonable. "You've been away from home for so long, and you finally sent me a letter, but you only wrote one word."
Tears streamed down Li Yue'er's face as she choked on her words, her voice broken and breathy. She complained, "Do you know how much I missed you at home? Why didn't you... miss me at all?"
Qu Rong slowly released Li Yue'er, sat up straight, and took a handkerchief to wipe her tears. "I told you in the carriage that my hand was burned by the fire, which is why I thought of writing you a letter."
But she didn't know what to say in the letter. After all, so much had happened around her, and many things couldn't be written down. So, after hesitating for a long time, she only wrote:
install.
She is safe and sound, and I hope that Li Yue'er is the same way in the Qu residence.
Qu Rong thought that she had already explained the matter to Li Yue'er in the carriage, and that it was all over, so why was Li Yue'er still angry?
Li Yue'er glared at her with wide eyes, so angry that she punched her leg like a hammer. "What kind of explanation is this! This 'An' is just like when I only said 'Okay' after we finished doing it."
Qu Rong, "..."
Li Yue'er clearly didn't think her description was a bit rough. "Then tell me, what do you mean by 'okay'? Tell me, do I feel good or not? Am I satisfied or just making do?"
Qu Rong's ears burned from the question. She pressed her forehead against Li Yue'er's forehead and gently rubbed it. At the same time, she held Li Yue'er's tightly clenched fists with both hands and asked in a low voice, "So, is it usually enjoyable?"
Li Yue'er tried to break free from her hands, saying in embarrassment and annoyance, "Was that the point of what I just said? ...Who wants to put their foreheads together with you? Are we that intimate?"
"have."
Qu Rong looked at Li Yue'er with a smile in her eyes and stated the facts, "You are my wife, we have a marriage contract."
Even if a marriage contract bears the official seal of the previous dynasty, the new dynasty will still recognize it. Even if dynasties change, Mingyue'er will still be Qu Rong's wife, as evidenced by the marriage contract.
Li Yue'er glared at her, but seeing that she couldn't get her hands off, she gave up and tried to steer the conversation back on track:
“In the letter, you didn’t tell me that you met the new dynasty’s eldest princess while you were away, you didn’t tell me that the Su family might be overturned, and you didn’t tell me that your hand was burned. You just wrote ‘Peace’. You are ‘Peace’, but how can I be ‘Peace’?”
When Li Yue'er finally asked about the Princess, Qu Rong couldn't help but turn her head and kiss her on the corner of her mouth.
Qu Rong said, "I met him by chance, but fortunately we got along well and our personalities were compatible."
For every word she uttered, Li Yue'er pinched her wrist harder.
Qu Rong rarely laughed out loud, and slowly reminded her, "If you pinch it too hard, the wound can't get wet, and then you won't be able to use it."
Li Yue'er, "..."
Li Yue'er pounded her leg, "Go on."
She climbed onto the bed, sat on the mistress's hips, and stared at her.
Qu Rong felt there was nothing to say about this, and it wasn't very interesting. If it weren't for teasing Li Yue'er and proving that Li Yue'er still cared about her, she wouldn't have brought it up.
He's just an outsider; compared to Li Yue'er, he's insignificant and his affairs are utterly uninteresting.
So now I'm explaining it to Li Yue'er in detail, and I'm speaking very slowly.
The main problem was that she had no experience talking about these things with others, so she didn't know where to start or what details to discuss. She could only observe Li Yue'er's expression and slowly figure it out.
She would talk more about what she was curious about, and she would gloss over what she frowned at and didn't want to hear.
After all, her journey couldn't be without its challenges. She was in the eye of the storm during the transition between the old and new dynasties, so how could she avoid being affected? She picked out the dangerous things to talk about, but she didn't know how to expand on the less dangerous ones.
For Qu Rong, negotiating business was simple, as everyone just needed to lay out their interests and conditions. But casual conversation was much more difficult. Especially between the two of them, Li Yue'er had been the one taking the initiative from the very beginning, chatting with her about everything, big and small, and Qu Rong had just listened.
Now that it's her turn to speak, she feels that no matter how she tries, it's not as interesting as Li Yue'er's way of speaking, so she doesn't want to open her mouth and isn't used to speaking.
Qu Rong lowered her eyes, gently stroking Li Yue'er's hand with her thumb, and asked softly, "Did your maternal grandparents chat like this when they were alive?"
The maternal grandparents she mentioned were definitely not from her biological mother's side; they could only be from her own side.
Li Yue'er nodded emphatically. To prove that she wasn't just being unreasonable, she gave an example: "When my maternal grandfather went on a study tour, he would tell my maternal grandmother in his letters what he ate for each of his three meals a day. Even though the letters were so detailed, when he came back, he still chased after my maternal grandmother and told her all about it again."
Li Yue'er snorted, "I didn't even ask you what you ate for three meals a day, you should be grateful."
Qu Rong raised her hand to cup Li Yue'er's cheeks and kissed her forehead with a smile. "Thank you for your understanding, Madam. You know I'm not very interested in meals, so you didn't ask me about these things in detail. Otherwise, I really wouldn't remember."
Li Yue'er felt that the mistress was being sarcastic, so she opened her mouth and bit her lip.
She originally intended to bite the mistress's mouth until it bled, since the mistress didn't like speaking with that mouth anyway.
But when their lips actually touched, she couldn't bear to let go. Because the mistress's lips were soft, carrying the familiar scent of cold plum blossoms, and when she gently pressed them against her lips and let her bite them, her heart ached with tenderness. Instead, she gently held them in her teeth and caressed them with the tips of her teeth.
From biting to kissing, it only took a few moments.
Li Yue'er nestled in her mistress's arms, pressing her against the hard pillow behind her, wrapping her arms around her neck, and exchanging a lingering kiss with her.
She calmed down, leaned over her mistress's chest, and twirled her fingers around her hair, saying softly, "Life is only lively when there is back and forth between you and me. How can we live by just asking and answering each other? That's how my grandparents were, and that's why they lived a harmonious life together."
Qu Rong paused, gently brushed her nose against Li Yue'er's hair, and said softly with her eyes lowered, "I've remembered."
Hearing her say that, Li Yue'er hesitated for a moment, then raised her eyes and tentatively asked in a soft voice, "How do your father and your stepmother get along on a daily basis?"
Even normal couples need to communicate, right? Even if the mistress is raised by Zheng Qianxi's side, she should still be able to see how Qu Su and Zheng Qianxi get along as a couple.
Before Li Juren's true colors were revealed, he was just acting. He acted as a loving and considerate man, and he had a friendly and engaging conversation with his mother.
Li Yue'er looked at the mistress with curiosity.
Qu Rong pursed her lips, met her gaze, and hesitated before answering, "When they sit together, they only talk about business."
Qu Rong seemed to realize something, and slightly turned her eyes away from Li Yue'er. "He was like this when he was with my birth mother. When the three of them sat together, they were still like this, only talking about business and not gossiping."
Because there's no interest, and no patience for each other, even a single word of concern feels like unnecessary nagging. Since saying these things is pointless, it's better to say nothing.
On the contrary, when her stepmother and her birth mother sat together, they would chat about other things, so she, like the old lady, felt that their relationship was unusual.
She felt that her birth mother could go to such lengths for her stepmother and unconditionally support everything her stepmother did, which could only mean she loved her stepmother.
But now that she has Li Yue'er, their relationship after marriage is different from that of her birth mother and stepmother.
Qu Rong thought she understood Aunt Tan and Zheng Qianxi well enough, but after Li Yue'er caused a scene with her today, she began to feel that she didn't understand them enough.
If you truly like someone, you'll want to possess them and want to know every little thing about them. For example, if she goes out for a while, Li Yue'er will complain that she didn't write more in her letters.
However, Qu Rong only remembered to write the letter because she burned her hand, not because she burned her hand while writing the letter.
These two are not the same.
When Zheng Qianxi returned from her trip, Aunt Tan never asked her many questions. The two of them talked about what they had gained from the trip.
If it's love, how can you resist being curious about everything about her, how can you resist crying and making a scene because of her indifference?
Qu Rong felt as if she were in a fog, with only Li Yue'er on her body as a lantern illuminating the fog.
Qu Rong gently hugged Li Yue'er, pressing her chin lightly against the crown of her head, and said softly, "You need to tell me these things in detail, and I will learn slowly after hearing them. We will also live a harmonious life together, just like my maternal grandparents."
Li Yue'er hugged her back, and then she understood. It turned out that the mistress was not cold to her or didn't miss her, but simply didn't know how ordinary couples should get along, so she always did more and said less, or even did nothing at all.
Previously, when their identities were that of the mistress and the concubine, she was already inferior to the mistress, so she naturally didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the mistress treating her this way. But now that their identities have changed to that of wives, she has the confidence to compete with the mistress in terms of feelings, which is why the conflict has erupted like this today.
Li Yue'er reflected on herself. She always tried to be considerate of her mistress and not to pry into the past that her mistress was unwilling to talk about. However, because of this "consideration", she neglected her mistress's past.
Only now, at this moment, does Li Yue'er feel that her heart is truly connected with that of her mistress.
She kissed her mistress's lips softly and gently, while the mistress's fingers untied the sash of her undergarment.
Her silk undergarment was pulled down to her elbows, and her bodice was lifted up by the mistress.
When Li Yue'er puffed out her chest to feed her mistress, she always felt the sharp edges of the book digging into her stomach.
She looked down in confusion and, sure enough, saw the copy of "The Art of War" sandwiched between the two of them.
Li Yue'er, "..."
The mistress lowered her eyes and smiled silently. She put the book away and carefully placed it under the pillow. Then she slid off the hard pillow and lay down on it, looking up at her.
This posture clearly indicates that he wants her to come up and slap him.
Li Yue'er's face flushed, and she grumbled, "What's in the book that you treasure so much, taking it everywhere you go?"
The mistress's hand slid from her waist down to her hip and then down, saying meaningfully, "In books, you'll find beauty and wealth."
Li Yue'er's indenture and the Ming family's land deed are both in the book; aren't they like a beautiful woman and a golden house?
On the way back in the carriage, Qu Rong panicked and asked Li Yue'er if she had found her indenture. In fact, when she went out, she took the book containing Li Yue'er's indenture and land deed with her. How could Li Yue'er have found the indenture?
Forget about indentures, she couldn't even find their marriage contract.
Despite knowing how much stuff Li Yue'er had in her private treasury and being very familiar with the Qu family, she didn't actually know where their marriage contract was kept, because she was the one who kept it all.
Putting that topic aside, Li Yue'er slowly moved her knees from the side of the mistress's waist toward the mistress's pillow, asking about the eldest princess intermittently.
She'll still get jealous.
Qu Rong's assessment of Princess Jiang Hua was also fair: she was a capable, taciturn, courageous, and strong woman, as well as a beautiful yet aloof girl who could go to the battlefield and wield a sword.
Qu Rong said, "Before she left, she asked me to find someone to keep her portrait in Dansha's possession."
After all, merchants travel all over the country to do business, visiting prefectures and counties, making it much easier to find people.
"Because of this help, she said that if I encounter any trouble in the future, I should just come to her. As for the future of the merchants, she and her brother are aware of it, but they will have to take it slowly."
The new dynasty has just been established. Not to mention the treatment of merchants, even the imperial examination system needs to be improved step by step. It cannot be rushed.
Li Yue'er disliked the way the mistress spoke to her in a businesslike manner, but now, hearing her speak in such a businesslike way, she felt extremely comfortable.
She knelt down on either side of the mistress's pillow, whimpering, her upper body leaning forward on the hard pillow at the head of the bed, her hips swaying slowly with the mistress's movements.
The conversations of others could no longer connect with theirs; all that could be heard from the bed was sobbing and the sticky sounds of wetness.
She continued to cry intermittently, but her tone was completely different from before.
The mistress, instead of tenderly wiping away her tears, maliciously bullied her even more, making her cry louder. The more she sobbed, the deeper she pushed her tongue inside.
...It wasn't until the mistress returned after washing her face that Li Yue'er snapped out of her daze.
Qu Rong lay back on the bed, and Li Yue'er immediately rolled into her arms, hugged her, looked up at her with bright eyes and a smile on her lips.
Qu Rong, "..."
Li Yue'er: "Master, I felt so good after eating that!"
She knew it; she knew Li Yue'er was going to start talking about these things again.
Li Yue'er deliberately blew air into the mistress's ear, saying, "It feels so good."
The mistress raised her hand and covered her mouth.
Li Yue'er looked at her with her watery eyes. Wasn't the mistress very curious just now? Why is the mistress embarrassed to listen now that she is willing to talk about it?
Li Yue'er pulled down the mistress's wrist, lay down next to her, and pinched her long, beautiful fingers, casually asking, "How did you manage to burn your fingers?"
The mistress was bold yet cautious, and never lost her mind or became lax in such trivial matters.
Qu Rong glanced at her sideways and stated the facts in a normal tone, "Because I was thinking of you at the time."
Li Yue'er was stunned.
Li Yue'er turned to look at the mistress.
So the mistress burned her fingers because she missed her, and then, because of her longing, she wrote her a letter saying "Peace" after the burning.
Li Yue'er's eyes welled up again, and tears fell onto her face as she kissed her mistress.
The mistress never spoke sweet words, but every time she spoke the truth, not a single word mentioned missing her, yet every word she uttered was a longing for her.
Li Yue'er's fingers traced down the mistress's waist and abdomen, her kisses following the same path, as she mumbled, "Let me have a taste, I miss her too."
The two of them slept for a full two hours during their afternoon nap, and when they woke up, it was almost dark.
Li Yue'er changed back into her light pink spring dress. When she opened the door, she saw Teng Huang sitting on the steps outside the door with his hands supporting his cheeks, talking to Dan Sha with a worried expression.
Dansha squatted down in front of her, quietly watching her with gentle and patient eyes.
Hearing the door open, the two looked over together.
Li Yue'er smiled and leaned closer, her tone light and cheerful, "What are you talking about?"
Teng Huang stared at Li Yue'er, "Let's talk about you."
She looked Li Yue'er up and down, "Let's talk about when you and the head of the family will reconcile."
Li Yue'er squatted down beside Teng Huang and asked in confusion, "When have we ever had a bad time? Why do we need to make up?"
She was very proud of herself, saying, "The head of the family and I are a match made in heaven, a perfect fit."
Gamboge, "..."
However, their attitude changed immediately after taking a nap.
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Gambo: Tsk tsk, all that worrying for nothing [clown]
I've added an extra chapter so it doesn't get stuck on the awkward part!
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