Chapter 70 Socializing
Men, after all, are animals protected by secular rules.
There are no worldly rules in bed.
Although Wen Youqing was in the lead in the first half, but in the latter part... she wanted to kick Cui Junji away for who knows how many times. Her calf was held, and a hot and wet kiss started from her calf, slowly crawling up like a centipede.
"Get lost." Even this powerful word was dulled by the tired and hoarse voice.
Cui Junji held her waist and lifted her up. He stood up and drank a glass of water. He tilted Wen Youqing's chin upwards and fed her the water mouth to mouth. At the end, he licked the water stains from the corner of Wen Youqing's mouth with a reluctant look. "Your voice is hoarse. You should rest for a while."
Wen Youqing really couldn't hold on any longer. She didn't care how shameless Cui Junji was. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.
A night of reckless indulgence earned Cui Junji a rare opportunity to take a leave. Marrying a wife allows him to take a leave, and even if he can't ask for marriage leave from outside, he will still treat her as his wife.
Besides, he didn't seem to have any intention of attending that damn court.
After two days and two nights of hanging out, on the morning of the third day, the dishonest Cui Junji was finally kicked off the bed by Wen Youqing.
Wen Youqing wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and said, "Don't bother me, just catch up on some sleep."
Cui Junji slithered in like a snake and said, "I want to catch up on my sleep too." He was greeted with a soft slap in the face.
Cui Junji smiled with pleasure, his strong muscles fitting her curves, and forced himself to close his eyes and catch up on some sleep.
After Wen Youqing had made up for her sleep, she left Cui Junji's question, "Don't you need me to accompany you?" and went to see Li Wenqin first.
As soon as they met, Wen Youqing performed the usual formalities of meeting a friend. Although she had known that this Zhang family's daughter was Wen Youqing, her behavior left Li Wenqin at a loss for words.
Wen Youqing said politely, "I'm not trying to embarrass you, sister. Although I'm accepted as a concubine, I'm actually just a retainer. Don't worry about me being a threat. I just want to stay here peacefully."
Li Wenqin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. In the past two days, not only her, but everyone in the Cui Mansion had been paying attention to the movements in this garden. Even if there were no rules, they all pretended to be deaf and dumb.
"Now that you're back, you can take care of your son yourself."
As she spoke, Shen Laixi came out from the side and saluted Wen Youqing politely, "Mother."
It's been nearly two years since we last met, and Shen Laixi has grown a lot. She was like a bamboo shoot, still chubby, but I don't know when she grew up. She's pretty, probably because she looks like me.
Wen Youqing was very relieved that her son had finally returned to her. It wasn't that she loved her son, but with a child around, Cui Junji would always be more restrained.
Five-year-old Shen Laixi no longer remembers what his biological mother looks like, but he knows that he is not a child of the Cui family, and he has heard from others that this is his biological mother.
However, children always have a natural affinity for their mothers. After a few polite words, Wen Youqing took him away. Wen Youqing subconsciously reached out, but after a long time, her hand was still empty. She then lowered her head and looked at her son who had been reluctant to reach out: "What's wrong?"
Shen Laixi just felt embarrassed.
Wen Youqing saw through him immediately and grabbed his hand, saying, "I cooked a dish today. I don't have any rules here, so you can eat as much as you want."
As soon as he entered the courtyard, Shen Laixi saw his stern master, Cui Junji. He immediately let go of Wen Youqing's hand and politely said, "Greetings, Master."
Looking at Chen Laixi, Cui Junji immediately put away his playboy demeanor, pretended to give a few instructions, and then asked the maid to take her away to review her lessons.
"Why are you reviewing in the middle of the day!" Wen Youqing glanced at Cui Junji, then took Shen Laixi's hand and dragged her into the house. "After dinner, take a nap. If you want to review in the afternoon, you can review. If you don't want to review, you can go out and play."
Such leniency left Shen Laixi at a loss. On the one hand, he felt it was good, but on the other hand, he was afraid that Wen Youqing didn't want him to study hard. And...
The master's face did not look very happy.
Two of the three points were rejected. Just as he was about to say no, Cui Junji said, "You and your son have finally had a meal together. I won't get involved."
The troublesome person left, and the dishes were already laid out on the pearwood table. Three simple dishes, one of which was braised oxtail, which Wen Youqing had made specifically for her son.
"How are you doing in the Cui family?" Wen Youqing picked up a large piece of oxtail for him and said, "Try my cooking."
Shen Lai Xi bowed slightly, and every move seemed to be measured with a ruler: "Thank you mother for your concern. Master and his wife treat me very well, and my brothers are also friendly." He picked up the oxtail steadily with small chopsticks, but the oxtail was too big and he didn't know how to eat it.
Wen Youqing looked at his well-behaved dining posture and suddenly thought of the little kids in Xunyang who would make food all over the table.
The Cui family is a famous scholarly family in Jiangnan. They have strict rules and regulations, and they raise their children so well, but this also creates an invisible wall between mother and child.
"No need to be so formal, it's just the two of us," Wen Youqing said softly, then reached out and picked up the oxtail, "Just chew it."
Shen Laixi widened his eyes slightly and watched Wen Youqing tear off a large piece of meat in one bite. He nodded and reached out to take the oxtail with a somewhat stiff posture.
"When we were in Xunyang, your father and I loved eating this dish." Wen Youqing saw that he still didn't want to touch it, so she helped him shave the meat off the oxtail and put it in her bowl. "You didn't have teeth back then, so you couldn't eat it."
Shen Laixi smiled slightly, polite but unfamiliar: "The child doesn't remember."
"It's normal. You were very young at that time, so it would be strange if you remembered it." After Wen Youqing said this, the conversation came to a deadlock.
A wave of bitterness welled up in her heart. Ever since Shen Zijie's death, she had placed him with the Cui family, both for her own comfort and for her son's future. Now, with her revenge unresolved, she was barely able to find her footing, but her son had already grown up, and she had missed out on crucial years of his development.
"Son, I..." Wen Youqing was on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't know how to continue. Explain the hardship she had endured back then? Could a five-year-old understand?
"Mother, there's no need to say more. I understand." Shen Laixi said softly, "Master and Master's wife said that mother is doing this for my own good."
He is so sensible, so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.
Another silence fell at the table. Wen Youqing noticed that Shen Laixi glanced at the plate of honey cakes several times, but she never touched her chopsticks. Suddenly, she remembered something, and her heartbeat quickened slightly.
"I bought this outside," she handed the cake to him. "Kids probably like sweet things."
Shen Laixi paused for a moment with her chopsticks, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes: "My mother asked me to have some snacks?"
"Why can't I eat this?" Wen Youqing said in a relaxed tone, "Eat well, and then have a snack after dinner."
The oxtail was actually quite delicious, tender and flavorful, but he ate it so cautiously that Wen Youqing felt a pang of sadness. Suddenly, she noticed a faint scar on his left index finger. Her heart suddenly sank, wondering if he had been bullied.
"The scar on your finger..."
Shen Laixi subconsciously retracted her hand: "It's nothing, the child was accidentally scratched by the inkstone when practicing calligraphy last year."
Wen Youqing knew nothing about Shen Laixi's affairs. She had never asked and didn't care. But when a living person stood before her, she felt only guilt.
She brought the man in, but she made him live like an orphan.
She is really a very selfish person.
Seeing Wen Youqing's low mood, Shen Laixi was silent for a moment and said softly: "It doesn't hurt that much. Big brother even gave me his new inkstone."
Wen Youqing heard the comfort in his words. Even at this moment, this child still considered her feelings. She suddenly realized that beneath her son's overly mature appearance, there was still a sensitive and kind child.
"I..." Wen Youqing mustered up the courage, "I'm sorry for leaving you here and never asking you a single question."
Shen Laixi gently put down the chopsticks in his hand. He lowered his eyelids, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his face: "My child has never blamed my mother."
"You can blame me," Wen Youqing said softly, "I'm with you now. I hope you can be a little willful and complain about me like other children. It's okay."
Shen Laixi's shoulders relaxed slightly, and the calmness he had deliberately maintained showed a crack. He took a deep breath. At the Cui family, every time he saw his eldest brother and younger brother acting coquettishly in the arms of his master's wife, he would indeed wonder what it would be like if his mother was around.
Now he knew that his mother was capable of more than just modifying farm tools and building cities.
As if he had made a great decision, his voice trembled when he spoke, but it did not stop him at all, "Well, I blamed you. Master's wife said that you sent me away not to alienate me, but to protect me." Shen Laixi raised her head, her eyes showing maturity beyond her age, "She said that it was not easy for you to support the family alone."
Wen Youqing didn't expect the Cui family to tell all this to their child, and she didn't expect her eight-year-old son to be so insightful.
“I’m living very well in the Cui family,” Shen Laixi continued, her voice finally choking, “really well.”
Wen Youqing was a person who easily cried, and tears welled up in her eyes at this moment.
Wen Youqing stood up and walked to his side, picked him up, and gently stroked his hair, "We will live a better life."
This touch seemed to break some kind of barrier. The shell of the little adult finally cracked, and he cried in his mother's arms like an ordinary child.
Wen Youqing held him tightly in her arms, feeling her son's initially stiff body gradually relax. This hug was five years late, but it finally came.
The atmosphere at lunch was much more relaxed, and the two of them talked a lot more. When Chen Laixi yawned, Wen Youqing wanted to take him to the side yard to sleep.
When they reached the courtyard, Shen Laixi naturally reached out her hand, hesitated for a moment, and then gently held Wen Youqing's hand. This little hand was no longer the chubby one she remembered, but it was still warm.
"Mom, are we going to have lunch together tomorrow?" Shen Laixi looked up at her, a child's light shining in her eyes.
Wen Youqing stopped and squatted down to look him in the eye. "We have to have dinner together tonight. We can still play in puddles on rainy days in the summer... You can come see me whenever you want."
She gently stroked her son's cheek. This time, Shen Lai Xi did not back off. Instead, he rubbed against her palm like a kitten, and then went to sleep happily.
Watching the villain's back as he left, Wen Youqing couldn't help but smile.
"He's worthy of being my biological son." A voice came from behind. Wen Youqing rolled his eyes unconsciously, turned around and walked into the house.
"Your husband has never eaten the food cooked by you. You are partial to me." Cui Junji pretended to be heartbroken and grabbed Wen Youqing's hand and put it against his chest.
Wen Youqing pushed him away and said, "If you treat me as your son, I'll think about it."
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