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Being older has its advantages.
For example, Xu Lingwan, who slept until noon, was loved and served by Chen Cong in every way last night. Today, her eyebrows were full of tenderness and satisfaction, making her exude an attractive charm that made people unable to take their eyes off her.
Mother Yu happily helped her to wash and dress. Although the other maids were used to it, they couldn't help feeling embarrassed because they were still unmarried.
"Where is the Second Master?" Ling Wan supported her forehead with one hand, looking lazy and charming.
If Chen Cong hadn't been concerned about returning home today, he might have been making a fuss until quite some time last night.
"He's handling official business in the front yard. The second master said that he would send someone to report him when the lady woke up. I think the second master will be here soon." Mother Yu tied her hair into a bun and smiled.
Sure enough, after a while, Chen Cong walked in quickly.
"Are you hungry?" Chen Cong reached out and hugged her, kissing her forehead lovingly.
"Yeah." Ling Wan leaned on him, letting him hold her on his lap and feed her.
She likes being sticky with Shen Cong and enjoys this kind of stickiness even more.
"If you don't want to go back, then don't go back. It's okay to stay here for a while longer." Chen Cong held her in one hand and fed her milk soup with the other. He liked Xu Lingwan clinging to him all day long like a boneless person. This was the treatment he could only enjoy in the villa.
Who was it that was so worried that he wouldn't go back? Ling Wan closed her eyes, lying lazily in Shen Cong's arms, secretly complaining.
However, after getting used to this lazy life, I really don’t want to go back to the Shen Mansion.
He took another leisurely nap in the afternoon, and when he woke up, the carriage had already arrived at the side gate of the Shen Mansion.
The eldest sister-in-law personally greeted them at the door. The group first went to Rong'an Hall to pay their respects to Old Madam Shen. Afterwards, Ling Wan had a private conversation with Lu Shi. When they mentioned that Tao Shi had requested to go to Zhuangzi for recuperation, both of them sighed.
The end of the palace coup marked the end of the wealth and glory of the Cheng'en Marquis's mansion. For someone as proud as the Tao family, there were some things she needed to figure out for herself.
She didn't know how to comfort her friend. She asked her eldest sister-in-law about Tao's manor, and after returning to Yanxi Residence, she asked Mother Yu to send seasonal fresh fruits and vegetables to the manor.
The four older maids were busy putting away the belongings brought back from the villa. Soon after, Huai'an, Huaiyin, and Huaijie finished school, and the three children rushed into Yanxi Residence and began chattering non-stop.
"Look, second aunt, this is the picture album of Pu County's customs and folkways that fourth brother drew for us after he arrived in Pu County." The three children naturally didn't know what was going on between the adults. Huaijie couldn't wait to show her the family letter that Shen Huaijin wrote to them.
Shen Huaijin was sent by Shen Congyuan to a remote place to serve as a county magistrate, so that he could truly experience the people's livelihood and the people.
When Ling Wan heard this person's name again, she felt no more emotion.
She picked up the brochure-like letter and flipped through it carefully, pointing to a place and saying with a smile, "Wow, your fourth brother said the donkey meat in Pu County is delicious!"
Huai Jie's eyes lit up and he immediately expressed his desire to eat. Huai An was a little scared and timidly asked Donkey how to eat.
Chen Yuanyuan had never eaten it in modern times, and she was afraid of it. But as the saying goes, dragon meat in the sky and donkey meat in the ground generally taste good.
Xu Lingwan then began to expand the brochure compiled by Shen Huaijin to include local food customs.
"In short, our Great Zhou is vast and rich in resources, with innumerable delicious and fun things to do. If you three have the chance in the future, you can go and experience it for yourselves." At last, seeing the three pairs of clear eyes staring at him brightly, Ling Wan couldn't help but touched the heads of the little puddings one by one.
The silver saddle shines on the white horse, which gallops like a meteor. It would be a pity not to experience this magnificent landscape.
In March of the following year, Ling Wanping gave birth to her and Shen Cong's first child. As the new emperor ascended the throne, Xiao Yuanxi personally gave the child a name: Huaixuan.
Xuan is a large jade disc in ancient rituals.
Such a generous favor made Ling Wan feel a little overwhelmed. However, Chen Cong was very calm. Even on the day of her third birthday, when the noble came to visit her in person, she was extremely calm and composed, even a little respectful.
Lu Xian looked at his daughter with a delicate and beautiful face, then looked at his grandson in his arms with the same almond-shaped eyes, and the slight sense of injustice in his heart disappeared completely.
Why bother to insist on recognizing each other?
To a certain extent, it was her own decision to abandon her husband and daughter. Now that she has become the daughter-in-law of the Xiao family, why should she cause trouble for the Xu and Shen families? Everything is fine now.
Another winter.
One night, Chen Cong came back and saw her holding a hot water bottle and flipping through the book "Travels in Mountains and Rivers" in a trance.
Outside, the snow was falling, but inside, the beauty was like spring. He didn't know how much good fortune he had accumulated in his previous life to be able to meet his soulmate and lover after he turned thirty.
He took off his cloak and warmed himself by the fire. Only then did he feel relieved and went to hug Ling Wan. "What are you reading so intently, huh?"
This scene reminded him of three years ago. At that time, she had just married him and they were not very familiar with each other, but she dared to tease him.
"Read the article you wrote about Yan." Ling Wan smiled, leaned in his arms and covered the book.
She had just come here not long ago, and the moment she opened her eyes, she was attracted by Chen Cong's appearance. He was handsome, upright, cold and abstinent, making people want to pull him down from the altar.
Chen Cong chuckled and kissed her hair: "Then I wonder what your opinion is after reading it, Madam?"
Ling Wan raised her eyebrows: "It's beautifully written."
Just like him. Bitter, sharp, like a cold knife with a gleam of cold light.
I attended a banquet today and ate some venison. Under such a scorching gaze, Shen Cong's blood couldn't help but surge.
He cherished her like a treasure, using kisses to trace Ling Wan's eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips. As his lips and teeth moved, he felt how this person was so compatible with him, so compatible that he wanted to eat her up completely, tear her apart and eat her whole.
The sound of water splashing could be heard in the bedroom, and when this long and deep kiss ended, there was already fire in the eyes of both of them.
"Prime Minister Chen, you are drunk." Ling Wan lifted a strand of black hair scattered on his shoulder, her eyes as charming as silk.
"With a beauty in front of me, how can I not be drunk?" Chen Cong turned her over and sat on him, with fine beads of sweat oozing from the tip of his nose.
He is no longer as unkind as he was when we first met three years ago.
Chen Yuanyuan chuckled. Fate truly was a wonderful thing. It had brought her here, and given her a husband who was so compatible with her in every way.
She had always shrugged off her emotions when it came to her marriage to Shen Cong, weighing the pros and cons of the relationship with a work-like approach. Because she had no illusions about marriage, believing that the ultimate success of a relationship hinged on the responsibility and conscience of both partners, she constantly reminded herself not to become addicted.
Now that she has opened her heart to accept Chen Cong, she realizes that throughout their relationship, Chen Cong has actually known her attitude towards their marriage for a long time.
But he indulged her negativity, her selfishness, and even indulged her in seeing him as just a work partner.
"I naturally hope you'll love me." Faced with her doubt, the thirty-six-year-old Right Prime Minister seemed a little reluctant to say "love." His eyelashes fluttered, and after a while, he slowly spoke, "But I'm a very boring and selfish person."
"People who don't know me may fall in love with me for some external reasons. But once they live with me for a long time, they will know that being with me is actually torture." Chen Cong lowered his eyes and evaluated himself expressionlessly.
He has a strange temper, a strong desire for control, an extreme personality, and lacks empathy. He is covered with a gentleman's appearance, but in fact he is quite violent.
How could a woman feel comfortable living with him?
Chen Yuanyuan snorted, "Ha!" Chen Cong's moodiness was indeed stressful.
"Why is the Right Prime Minister so self-deprecating?" Everyone cares about different things. She thinks that Chen Cong's paranoia and desire for control are not so bad, which is in line with her hobbies.
She smiled and kissed the tip of his nose: "Chen Cong, I really think you are very good."
At least for her, everything was good. So good that she felt that living with him, preferably for the rest of her life, would be a very good thing.
Seeing him with his eyes downcast, looking very sad, Ling Wan almost couldn't help laughing out loud. Do older people like to be sad? Even this cold and gloomy look can't escape it.
She narrowed her eyes. Forget it, actions speak louder than words, so she moved closer to him, her lips parted softly: "Right Prime Minister, do you know what I'm saying?"
"From here to here, I feel good."
Good. Be good.
It's another night, with heavy snow outside the window and red waves rolling under the window.
—END—
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