Chapter 112 Forgive Me
No, I’ve never been full!!!
Wen Ning felt her legs trembling and all her strength seemed to be drained away.
The insatiable absurdity and weakness of last night are still lingering in my bones and blood. No matter what I say tonight, I have to fight for a "way to survive" for myself.
A pair of peach blossom eyes were filled with anger and grievance. She lowered her eyelashes and bit her lip and said:
"I, I allowed the Marquis to do that yesterday. Besides being drunk and confused, I also understood that you had no choice but to be plotted against two years ago. Even with your extraordinary composure, it's inevitable that... you'd find it hard to control yourself."
She took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to meet his gaze. "I may be understanding, but that doesn't mean you can bully me like this in the future! You, you know I haven't recovered yet..."
The man was stunned when he heard this, and his deep phoenix eyes seemed to be suddenly lit up, exploding with thousands of dazzling stars.
His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he whispered in disbelief, "Ning'er... you, you just meant... that you forgive me, right?"
Wen Ning was stunned. She was thinking about fighting for her own survival. The key point was obviously the second half of the sentence: not to bully her anymore, but he only focused on the word "consideration".
She opened her mouth, but didn't know how to respond for a moment.
The man was overwhelmed by joy and felt that whatever the person in his arms said was good.
His heart was filled with excitement, and he couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her two slightly open soft lips.
After a passionate and lingering embrace, her tenderness and slight trembling could be felt between her lips and teeth.
Although Xie Jinglan was overwhelmed with emotion, he still remembered her grievance and rejection just now, and his mind became clearer.
He suppressed the surging emotions, stepped back a little, and rested his forehead against hers affectionately.
No matter how much he thought about it or how rude his words were tonight, he would never joke about her body.
When both of them calmed down, he really did not do anything inappropriate. He just held her in his arms and rubbed his chin lightly against the top of her head.
His eyes swept across the plain paper on the desk, which was covered with beautiful handwriting and occasional questions. He reached out and took it, and looked at it carefully in the bright candlelight.
"Here," he pointed his finger at a record of gift exchanges and patiently explained, "Although this Lord Li is not of high rank, his ancestors and the old marquis had a life-long friendship, so the return gift must be doubled."
"And here," he pointed to another question about the guest seating arrangements, "this Chief Censor has always been known for his outspokenness and courage to criticize. Although he has earned a reputation as a leader of the clean stream, he is also like a thorn in the hearts of many people. Therefore, he cannot be placed with those who have always had conflicts with him..."
In this way, he patiently and carefully explained to her the unclear points she had noted, combining them with the court relationships, human relationships, and old rules of the mansion.
The low voice flowed in the quiet study, dispelling the previous ambiguous and hot feelings.
Wen Ning was a little embarrassed at first because of the intimacy just now, but gradually she became fascinated by the conversation.
By the time all the questions were sorted out, it was already late at night.
Xie Jinglan put the plain paper back on the table, and the faint airflow caused by his sleeves falling just happened to extinguish the candle flame.
He took advantage of the soft moonlight coming through the window, picked the person up steadily, turned around and walked out of the study, heading straight for the inner room.
"That's all for today. We'll think about everything tomorrow. Ning'er, it's time to rest..."
Wen Ning snuggled in his arms, her nose inhaling his refreshing and pleasant scent. The anxiety in her heart caused by preparing for the birthday party was also mostly soothed.
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For more than ten days, Wen Ning was busy like a top, getting up as soon as the morning light came through the window and not taking a break until it was time to light the lamps.
During the day, she had to check the shopping list, from the delicacies from land and sea, seasonal vegetables, wine and fruits needed for the banquet, to the replenishment and rental of utensils, to the preparation of return gifts, and even the selection of the opera troupe and the consideration of the repertoire. She had to review every detail one by one.
She also had to check personnel arrangements with the housekeeper and the matrons in charge of each place.
Are the kitchen staff adequate? Are the maids serving in the hall competent and reliable? Are the servants greeting guests at the door clever? How are the carriages and horses parked? Are the purses for rewards ready?
At night, she was still busy, looking through the thick guest list and gift list according to old customs, carefully considering the identities, preferences, and relationships of each distinguished guest, and considering the seating arrangements, making sure to be thorough and not daring to be negligent or omit anything.
Although nominally it was just "helping out", the old lady intended to let her give it some experience, and Nanny Zhou would only give her advice but would never interfere.
The managers under her followed suit, and seeing that the old lady also acquiesced, they actually asked her for advice on everything.
In this way, although she was not the one in charge, it seemed as if all matters concerning this birthday were managed by her.
In a blink of an eye, it was the sixteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, two days before the old lady's birthday, and most of the preparations for the birthday banquet in the mansion had been taken care of.
It was already midnight when Xie Jinglan returned to Tingsong Court after finishing his business. He dismissed the servants in a deep voice. When he turned around, his eyes met the soft shadow on the couch and he couldn't look away for a moment.
Wen Ning was lying on her side on the couch, taking a nap, with a thin silk quilt embroidered with light blue orchids on a moon-white background draped loosely over her body.
She still had her hairpins on, but a few strands of her black hair had already loosened and were hanging down beside the pillow.
The body under the thin blanket is curvy, and because she is lying on her side, her slender waist and slightly undulating hips are visible. Her figure is slender and well-proportioned, and she exudes a natural and delicate charm even in her sleep.
Thinking about how she had been busy these past ten days, he hadn't even had a chance to talk to her properly, let alone get close to her.
Seeing that everything was temporarily settled, she finally showed a bit of relaxation between her brows, and she could no longer hold back.
Wen Ning was in a daze, trapped in a sea of clouds and waves. Just as she raised her head and wanted to say something, the man's figure had already loomed over her.
A series of dense and scorching kisses followed, carrying the desire accumulated over these days, swallowing up her unfinished words and weak protests.
The curtains hung low, dimly covering the spring scenery.
The only sounds in the air were the intertwined and increasingly rapid breathing sounds, and the blushing subtle sounds of lips and teeth entangled.
The man's big hands also wandered restlessly on her waist and back, pressing her tighter to himself with a burning temperature, completely eliminating the last possible opportunity for escape.
All of Wen Ning's thoughts and fatigue were washed away in this sudden yet long-awaited storm. She could only cling to him in vain, sinking and floating with him.
Until the clouds cleared and the rain stopped, Wen Ning calmed down for a long time and snuggled softly in his arms.
After a moment of silence, she spoke softly, her voice still carrying a hint of the softness of love, "My Lord..."
"Hmm?" Xie Jinglan put his arms around her and rubbed her slightly swollen lips with his fingertips.
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