confession
After finishing the important work, it is natural to resolve the confusion of the person you love.
While listening to Xu Lingwan weakly but solemnly speaking about her confusion, Mr. Shen patted her on the back again and again, as if silently giving her confidence: Just say whatever you want to say.
With such confidence, Ling Wan opened her heart for the first time and poured out all her dissatisfaction, troubles and boredom.
At this time, she seemed like Xu Lingwan, and also seemed to be the independent, free and modern-minded Chen Yuanyuan again.
"Anything else?" Master Shen had been listening quietly. After she finished speaking, he waited for a while before speaking slowly.
Xu Lingwan lowered her eyelashes and shook her head. In the darkness, she couldn't see Chen Cong's expression, only the pounding of her own uneasy heart in her chest.
In fact, she knew that her so-called righteous complaints and troubles about fairness and equality were too rebellious, naive and unrealistic in the context of this era, and could even be said to be easy to say without any consideration.
If Shen Huaijin was her biological son, could she still say angrily, "In my opinion, Huaijin is no different from Huai'an and Huaiyin"?
What if Chen Cong also had a son born to a prostitute, would she raise him as she would her own son?
How could that be? Social resources are limited, and people are selfish. So, in the final analysis, the slap didn't hit me.
Chen Yuanyuan felt that she was really a green tea fan.
"Ling Wan, it's normal for you to have these thoughts. Everything has gains and losses, as long as you have a clear conscience." As if he could see the tug-of-war between her morality and reality, Master Shen patted her on the shoulder, appearing remarkably calm.
In fact, for him, as long as it does not involve etiquette or family issues, it is not a big deal.
"Aren't you worried that one day I might suddenly change my temper, treat your aunt harshly, and harm your children?" Chen Cong's reaction was beyond Chen Yuanyuan's expectations. Aren't these things all centered around Chen Cong?
"You won't. Of course, if that day really comes, it must be because I have done something to hurt you, so you are taking revenge on me in this way." Chen Cong smiled, his tone sounding very firm.
Chen Yuanyuan: He is very confident.
"Aren't you worried that my indecision and desire for both will cause you trouble?" Xu Lingwan frowned.
"If the harem can bring me troubles that I can't solve, then it's fate. What does it have to do with you?" Chen Cong patted her again, as if it was a matter of course.
Chen Yuanyuan:... Uh, well, should I say it, it seems to be the case.
"But as your wife, isn't it my responsibility to manage the household well, avoid internal strife, and let you have no worries?" Chen Yuanyuan asked again.
"Then will you make friends with the powerful and influential without telling me?" Chen Cong asked back.
Ling Wan shook her head.
"Will you accept bribes without telling me and force me to sell my position?"
Uh, Ling Wan continued to shake her head, she didn’t have the courage.
"Then what do you mean by trouble within the family?" Shen Cong's voice revealed satisfaction.
Chen Yuanyuan opened her eyes wide. In those palace fighting dramas she watched, weren't most of the troubles caused by internal strife due to unrest in the inner house?
"A home comes only when you have a wife. Home is ours, and it's not just your job to take care of the house." Chen Cong played with her black hair again and again, his eyes dark and unclear.
Chen Yuanyuan: If it's not a male-female pairing, wouldn't the work be tiring? Is Chen Cong so controlling that he likes to control everything?
"Well, in that case, thank you, my husband." Since Chen Cong didn't care, then why did she set such high moral standards and job responsibilities for herself? She could just do what she wanted.
Xu Lingwan yawned. Suddenly, Chen Cong changed the subject and spoke solemnly.
"Ling Wan, I want to raise you so that you can do nothing and have to rely on me for everything."
"But sometimes when I calm down, I realize that I'm so much older than you. If one day I'm gone, who will you turn to when you encounter problems?"
"So when that day comes, just come with me. I'm afraid you won't be able to find me, but if you do find me, I won't be able to rest in peace."
The hand he was holding around Xu Lingwan began to tighten little by little unconsciously, making it difficult for Xu Lingwan to breathe.
The deep, solemn tone startled Chen Yuanyuan out of her doze. She shifted uneasily. She gradually understood something in the madness and caution that Mr. Shen had tried so hard to suppress.
"Chen Cong, do you often want to hide me or lock me up in a place where no one is? Not allowing me to see anyone but you." In the darkness, Chen Yuanyuan swallowed, her eyes brightening surprisingly.
Thinking of Chen Cong's various fetishes towards her in the past, she realized that Chen Cong's desire was not control or possession. It was pathological.
Chen Cong shuddered when he heard this, but did not respond.
"You even want to take care of my food and daily life, and you want to serve me in every detail. For example, you have to dress me, feed me, and even change my clothes yourself."
Chen Cong said nothing for a long time.
"Are you afraid?" he asked, neither admitting nor denying, simply asking if she was afraid.
Ling Wan thought for a while and felt that what he did to her was not so bad, so she narrowed her eyes and said, "If I say I'm afraid, will you listen to me?"
"No." Chen Cong answered immediately.
"That's all right then." Xu Lingwan smiled, hugged his straight body, and imitated him by patting his back. "You are possessive and controlling of me, but it's not a big deal."
"But we have to agree. No matter how controlling you are, you are not allowed to hurt me. For example, if I don't obey you, you can't break my legs or cut off my hands."
"Secondly, you are not allowed to harm innocent people. For example, if someone looks at me or offends me, you will gouge out their eyes or pull out their tongue."
As she spoke, she suddenly thought of Yan Wei, who had teased and offended her before. She wanted to ask Chen Cong what he had done to Yan Wei, but her reason told her not to ask.
"Will I scare you, Ling Wan?" Chen Cong's stiff body relaxed a little, and he confirmed again, his eyes still full of gloom.
Now she could only glimpse the dark corner beneath Chen Cong's bright and sunny appearance from a few words, and even if she said she was afraid, it was just talk.
So Xu Lingwan paused for a moment and confessed, "I don't know."
In intimate relationships, Chen Yuanyuan has always maintained an independent, free, and rational attitude. She has always avoided relationships that are egocentric, emotionally unstable, and life-or-death.
But when she heard Chen Cong say that if he left, he would take her with him, she seemed very calm. It was as if she knew Chen Cong would do this, and as if she was prepared to do so.
But at this time, it is too early to discuss these life and death issues.
"You and I are husband and wife. According to etiquette, we should share the same bed and body." Chen Yuanyuan pondered, "But I am your second wife. On your centenary, Huai Jin will bury you together with Sister Wang."
Chen Cong:······
She had seen some archaeological programs where the original wife and the second wife were buried beside their husbands. But after the person died, who would care where to bury them?
"Let's not talk about this anymore. I don't know what you think about all day." Xu Lingwan yawned again. "When that day comes, you can consider whether you want me to die with you."
She has thought this matter through clearly.
Being able to live a new life here was already a gift from heaven. If she really had to hold a husband who wanted her to die for him, according to Chen Cong's schemes, how could she avoid it?
Just go with the flow and live day by day.
"Go to sleep!" Finally, Chen Yuanyuan waved her little hand and decisively ended this strange and inexplicable chat between the couple.
She clearly wanted Chen Cong to guide her work, but the topic turned to "who to be buried with after death". How strange.
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