Chapter 71: Ordinary
The days after marriage went on like that. He and the Cui family did not interfere with each other, Cui Junji did not go crazy much, and life gradually became dull.
In the late spring of the following year, the crabapple trees in the courtyard were in full bloom. Wen Youqing sat in the pavilion, watching Shen Laixi chasing butterflies among the flowers. The child turned around and smiled at her, and the glint in her eyes reminded her of the days she and Shen Zijie had spent in Xunyang.
"Mom, look, I caught it!" Shen Lai Xi ran back excitedly holding the net bag, her little face flushed from running.
Wen Youqing was chewing on a duck paw, unable to free her hands. She gently pointed at the things on the table and said, "Drink some water and take a break. Or you can sit down and eat with me."
Just as Xiao He was about to step forward, Wen Youqing stopped her, "Let him pour it himself."
After a year with Wen Youqing, Shen Zijie lost a lot of his manners and airs. He poured himself some water and stuck out his tongue at Xiaohe while drinking.
Xiao He covered her lips and smiled, and Wen Youqing smiled and held a clean handkerchief with her little finger.
Shen Laixi took it, sat next to her mother and started chewing the duck feet with her, saying as she chewed: "It's so spicy this time, can you put less spice next time?"
Wen Youqing was about to laugh, but when she turned around, she suddenly saw his exaggerated face and tongue - a flexible, curlable tongue.
Her heartbeat quickened, and she suddenly remembered the joke she and Shen Zijie had made when they first met years ago. They both had non-curling tongues, so how could one of them possibly have a curling tongue?
This is impossible.
Absolutely impossible!
"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Shen Lai Xi noticed her mother's sudden change of expression and came forward worriedly.
Wen Youqing suppressed the turmoil in her heart and forced a smile: "It's nothing, mother just suddenly felt a little tired. Show me your tongue."
Shen Laixi opened her mouth and moved her tongue casually. It was indeed curled tongue. There was no other possibility.
Wen Youqing suppressed her fear and suspicion, "It's not spicy. After you finish eating, remember you have a chess game this afternoon. Go back and take a nap."
After the child left, Wen Youqing held onto the pavilion pillar, his fingertips turning white from the effort.
Apart from Shen Zijie, she had never had physical contact with anyone, but...
A flashback to the scene from seven years ago flashed through her mind—she and Cui Junji fell off a cliff together, only to be stopped by a tree branch. They spent several days together in the valley before being rescued. That memory was blurred by her head injury and coma. Just because she didn't mean it didn't mean it didn't mean it did!
Could it be...
A terrible thought crept into her mind like a poisonous snake.
Ever since the thought took root, Wen Youqing hadn't felt that Shen Laixi looked like Shen Zijie anymore. His eyebrows and eyes seemed to be increasingly reminiscent of Cui Junji. The curve of his eyebrows, the wrinkles at the corners of his mouth when he smiled, even covering his eyebrows and eyes, the lower half of his face was exactly the same.
Everything had a new, disgusting explanation.
Wen Youqing needs more solid evidence. The old nanny in the Cui Mansion will definitely recognize her.
Given her status, it was naturally difficult to do so. Wen Youqing asked Li Wenqin to find the nanny on the pretext of asking about the female workers and past events.
Li Wenqin also joked: "You don't seem like a retainer anymore, you seem more like a family member."
A few days ago, Wen Youqing would not have thought it was inappropriate, but now it sounded disgusting and sarcastic. He laughed stiffly twice and left with his men.
She randomly pulled a maid and asked her to take Shen Zijie to visit the old nanny. Sure enough, the old nanny took one look and said, "This is the young master, he really looks like the young master when he was a child."
"Really? Are they really the same?" The little maid asked according to Wen Youqing's instructions.
"That's right. When I was more capable, I took care of the young master for a while. With these peach blossom eyes and these beads on the lips, no other young lady has such distinctive features except the young master. He is either the young master's child or his brother." The old nanny said with certainty.
There is no need to test again. The tongue-rolling trait and the appearance mean it cannot be someone else's child.
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"Aqing, you have been feeling uneasy lately, are you feeling unwell?" Cui Junji asked with concern during dinner.
Wen Youqing looked up at him. She knew this man was mean and ruthless, his methods were cunning, but he had treated her tenderly and thoughtfully over the past year, truly fulfilling his promise.
And now, she felt like she was really a frog in warm water, and she even wanted to tie him down with her tenderness and carry out her next plan.
ridiculous.
"It's just spring sleepiness." She lowered her head to avoid his gaze, and found the table full of delicacies difficult to swallow.
Late at night, in the stillness of the night, Wen Youqing sat alone at her dressing table, her pale, haggard face reflected in the bronze mirror. At the bottom of her dressing box lay her dagger for self-defense. It had been with her for so long. She pulled it out, its cold gleam reflecting the raging hatred in her eyes.
If the child's words made sense, and if Cui Junji knew, then it would be difficult for Shen Zijie's death to be without his hand. He just provoked Shen Zijie with a few words, and the hot-blooded fool rushed forward, becoming the knife that cut off the Wang and Xie families for Cui Junji, and was sacrificed by Cui Junji naturally.
Killing three birds with one stone, it was so natural and so spontaneous that there wasn't even a hint of a breakthrough.
And she, at such an early and happy time, was taken root in her body by the man she hated the most, and she even gave birth to a child for that man!
What's even sadder is that she has developed feelings for the child over the years and even developed gratitude towards the man.
A feeling of nausea rose in his throat, and Wen Youqing's fingers turned white from exerting too much force.
But she quickly calmed down, hung the dagger on the curtain, and then carefully put on her makeup, painted her eyebrows, and lightly applied red lipstick.
"Aqing~" After washing up, Cui Junji stuck to Wen Youqing's back like a snake, deeply sniffing the fragrance on her neck.
Wen Youqing suppressed the disgust in her heart and said softly, "Isn't it just a glass of wine? How come you have no bones?"
Cui Junji looked at her beautiful face, hooked his long fingers to open her collar, and stroked her with his big hand.
Inside the curtain, Wen Youqing was unusually proactive.
Cui Junji was surprised, but in his drunken state he just thought she was in a special mood today. Besides, she enjoyed sex, so this was not uncommon.
After their first orgasm, Wen Youqing leaned on his sweaty chest and suddenly said, "What would Chen Zijie think if he knew you took care of his wife in bed?"
It had been a long time since he heard this name. When he heard it for the first time, Cui Junji frowned uncontrollably. Fortunately, the light was dim and Wen Youqing could not see his expression.
Cui Junji's palm roamed over the beautiful body, his voice calm, "He should thank me."
Before Wen Youqing could stimulate him a second time, the heat had already reached the deepest part. She was panting rapidly, and her soles to her lower abdomen were numb again and again in the pleasure that was about to convulse.
He lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Youqing. This woman could mention other men's names right after making love with him. It was really... He wanted to pity her, but also wanted to be cruel to her. His eyes deepened, and his originally peaceful face began to change a little. Lust flowed in his eyes, mixed with a bit of beastly madness.
The veins on his forearms and abdomen bulged hideously due to congestion.
Wen Youqing felt the difference from the first time. She began to get scared and shrank her waist a little unbearably.
"What are you shrinking for?" He lowered his neck, his Adam's apple rolling up and down. He stared at her deeply, as if he wanted to stare her to death on the bed and grab her back. "It's not finished yet."
He watched himself being swallowed by her and fluttered his eyelashes.
Her tears were about to burst out, so deep that her toes were trembling.
"Or a little lighter?"
Her expression gradually relaxed.
"Or deeper?" He said, and kept his word.
She instantly arched her back and screamed, cursing: "Cui Junji, you bastard!"
But it wasn't enough. Although she seemed to be safe and sound this year, she didn't have him in her heart. Cui Junji inserted his slender fingers into her hair from the top of her head and combed it deeply.
She glared at him, and he also looked into her eyes, which were very deep, like a mysterious cave. Seeing Wen Youqing panic, he blinked unconsciously and wanted to look away.
But at the last moment, Cui Junji lowered his eyes, suddenly pressed his hand on the top of her head, pinched her jaw and kissed her, making her tilt her head back to feel his control and love.
He drilled into her body like crazy, and she almost collapsed from the pleasure. Although his movements seemed very violent, they made the pleasure surge wildly in her body.
All the muscles in his body were clearly tense, but he still controlled his expression, as if he was as decisive as he was in the court, without his usual gentleness and the fragrance of tea.
No matter how violent his movements were, his expression remained nonchalant, which frightened her a little.
But she continued to sink slowly, but he looked at her with eyes that remained absolutely lucid. This lucidity was terrifying, and Wen Youqing was afraid that when he wasn't lucid, he would really go too far.
At the last moment, Wen Youqing bit Cui Junji's strong neck, and her ten fingers dug into his back fiercely, leaving bloodstains and gore all over his body. Cui Junji just gently stroked Wen Youqing's cold and wet hair and back, and whispered: "Who would think what?"
Seeing that they were about to continue, Wen Youqing said weakly, "No one, just the two of us."
Finally, Cui Junji was happy. He turned over to avoid his weight on Wen Youqing, but his legs were still wrapped around Wen Youqing, trapping her in his arms. "Go to sleep."
Sleepiness and fatigue overwhelmed her like a tide, but Wen Youqing closed her eyes and rested for a moment, then reached out and quickly took the dagger, stabbing it with all her strength!
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