Chapter 133 The next morning, breakfast was served in the lobby…
The next day, as dawn broke, a faint, ambiguous atmosphere still lingered in the room.
Zhang Ting woke up with a hangover, propping her forehead up. She sat up on the bed, her head spinning and feeling extremely uncomfortable.
Zong Suyi, dressed in a clean white undergarment, came over carrying a wooden basin for washing, but her legs trembled and her gait was particularly awkward.
"Our majestic Lord Zhang has finally woken up." He snorted in dissatisfaction, placed the wooden basin on the table, wrung out a cloth to wipe her face, and with his collar slightly open, a few striking red marks could be vaguely seen on her neck.
Zhang Ting grabbed his wrist, her face pale, and despite her dizziness, she smiled at him and said, "What's wrong? Why is our gentle and considerate Young Master Yi looking so sullen?"
Her gaze was as gentle as a flowing stream, and her eyes rippled with emotion when she smiled. She asked him softly, "Is the baby in your belly making you restless again?"
Zong Suyi's anger subsided considerably after being looked at by her. He lowered his head and stroked his belly, "The baby is so well-behaved, unlike someone else..." He just sat there, his legs aching and weak. She had really gone too far last night.
After saying this, Zhang Ting took a closer sniff of the lingering scent in the air. Her pupils contracted sharply, and her breath caught in her throat.
Did she act like a beast last night?
Ignoring the suffocating feeling in her body, Zhang Ting rushed over and grabbed Zong Suyi's arms tightly. She looked him over with concern, her brows furrowed. "Is my lord alright?"
Zong Suyi was not prepared for such a strong reaction. Her cheeks turned as red as if they had been rouged. "I told you I'm strong. Someone like you, how, how..." She lowered her head to avoid her gaze. "How could anything happen? I could handle ten more than enough..." Her voice trailed off.
Zhang Ting, who had been on edge with worry, burst out laughing upon hearing this, saying, "My lord, you shouldn't spout such nonsense."
How dare she question his abilities! Zong Suyi glared at her angrily, clutching her stomach, and said, "Hmph, just because someone is incompetent doesn't mean they think everyone else is like you."
Zhang Ting scoffed, a hint of mockery in her eyes, "Then Xiaoyi, stand up and walk a few steps, let me see."
Zong Suyi felt a lump in her throat; if he really left, wouldn't he make a huge fool of himself? But he stubbornly refused to admit defeat, pouting and saying, "You tell me to stand, I'll stand; you tell me to leave, I'll leave. Why should I?" As he spoke, he proudly puffed out his chest and glanced at her smugly, "You want me to leave? I won't!"
"Xiaoyi doesn't dare to confirm, is it because her secret has been exposed?" She looked at him with a smile, and seemed to be in good spirits today.
"Who do you think wouldn't dare!" With that, she received a 'we'll see' look from her, and Zong Suyi choked, instantly filled with regret. She should have never bothered with this old fox. What to do now? She was in a bind.
Zong Suyi's eyes darted left and right, unable to think of a solution, and he anxiously tapped the ground with his toes.
Zhang Ting shook her head with amusement, raised an eyebrow and added fuel to the fire, "Is my lord afraid? It's not too late to admit defeat now. Just apologize to your wife and say that I am not easily provoked, and your wife will naturally forgive and forget."
What is that bastard saying?! He's infuriating! Zong Suyi was both ashamed and angry. "Shut up! Don't you dare fart!"
Suddenly, in a moment of desperation, his eyes fixed on something, and he came up with a plan.
"Hmph, you have the nerve to talk back to me? Lord Zhang, you have no idea how many wicked things you've done!"
His handsome, fair face instantly turned serious, like a rigid old scholar, and he made her sit still on the bed.
"Sit down, I'm going to interrogate you!" To make himself appear more imposing, he slowly stood in front of her, trying his best to keep his legs from trembling.
Zhang Ting had no idea what tricks her husband was up to this time, but she sat obediently on the bed like a well-behaved and sensible student.
It would have been fine if she had just said that, but she also said, "Please speak, Teacher Xiaoyi. I will answer whatever I know." Her tone was solemn and proper.
Zong Suyi's face had just faded from the blush when it immediately turned bright red with shame. He stammered, "What kind of teacher-student relationship is this? What student-teacher relationship?" He was still talking about sex. This shameless man was talking about this as if he was going to teach her something. It was too much.
He glared at her again, "You wicked disciple who betrays his master, be serious!"
Zhang Ting suppressed a laugh, "Okay, Teacher Xiaoyi, I was being presumptuous just now."
Zong Suyi was smug again, his tail practically wagging in the air, but his joy was short-lived, his face instantly turning grim. He'd just said he was going to interrogate this scoundrel, right? The atmosphere should have been serious and somber, scaring Zhang Ting half to death! What was he laughing at?
Zong Suyi squinted and stretched his eyes. "Are you hiding something from me? Tell me the truth!" There was no gavel beside him, so he slammed his hand on the table instead, accidentally hitting it too hard and his face contorted in pain.
Out of consideration for Lord Xiaoyi's dignity, Zhang Ting held back her laughter, her shoulders trembling. She paused for a moment before replying, "This student has nothing but sincere feelings for Teacher Xiaoyi, and has nothing to hide." Her gaze was sincere, fixed intently on him.
Zong Suyi's heart pounded wildly, and sweetness surged through his body like waves. He was very satisfied with her answer and had to suppress his joy to keep it from showing.
He steered his trembling legs toward her and sternly rebuked her: "Lying! Bad student, get your hands on me."
Although Zhang Ting didn't understand what had aroused his suspicion, he guessed that his behavior wasn't a big deal, so he reached out to cooperate.
The next moment, Zong Suyi's hand swung towards her, and it was clear that he was using all his strength. But just a second before Zhang Ting thought the pain was about to strike, he suddenly released his strength, interlocked his fingers with hers, and smiled sweetly at her.
Zhang Ting was slightly taken aback, her heart filled with something soft, and then she smiled along with him. So Zong Suyi wanted to play this kind of trick.
She completely let her guard down and wanted to joke with him, but suddenly heard him ask, "Whose perfume was that on you last night?" His voice was cold and icy, as if it were wrapped in ice.
Zong Suyi kept his eyes fixed on her, monitoring every possible unusual expression on her face.
"The scent of cosmetics?" Zhang Tingzhen was not sure. She thought for a long time, "Last night, Prefect He invited a lot of dancers to entertain us. Perhaps it was the scent that got on the wine when they were pouring it."
"To liven things up?" Zong Suyi stared at her suspiciously. "To liven up what kind of fun?"
“Natural arts and dances, do you think your wife would go to such disreputable places?” Zhang Ting said casually, pulling him into her arms, playfully pinching his nose, and yawning. “With you, it’s already lively enough.”
That's more like it. Zong Suyi nestled into her arms, a subtle smile playing on her lips.
However, he tugged at her clothes and said weakly, "Of course I trust you completely, my wife, but there are many filthy vixens outside, and I'm afraid you'll fall into their trap."
Zhang Ting stroked his smooth, cascading black hair, and her eyelids twitched suddenly.
Sure enough, he then put on an innocent and pure look, obediently lying on her chest and softly saying, "If my wife accidentally falls into the trap of some lowly scoundrel, I will clear the way for you. Whether it's chopping or killing, I will not hesitate."
If it were an ordinary person, they would have been terrified and fled in panic by his threats and ruthlessness, but Zhang Ting just tapped his forehead and found his appearance quite amusing.
"You think too much."
Zong Suyi hugged him without a second thought and said domineeringly, "I don't care. The wife can only be mine. If anyone dares to covet you, I will make sure they suffer the consequences."
Zhang Ting felt a little pig nudging and rubbing against her chest, making her feel all itchy. She laughed so hard her shoulders shook, and slapped his chubby bottom. "What time is it? Get up already. Be careful what people outside say about you."
"I'm not afraid," he mumbled, but still obediently climbed off her.
The two put on their coats and went to the lobby together for breakfast... or rather, lunch.
Despite saying he wasn't afraid, Zong Suyi lowered his head in shame under the strange looks of the crowd. On the other hand, Zhang Ting, sitting opposite him, ate his meal without changing his expression, and even served him a lot of food when he had time, displaying an attitude of being generous and open to discussion.
Seeing her so frank, Zong Suyi gradually relaxed and ate the mountain of food she had piled up in his bowl, bite by bite. He ate a lot during his pregnancy, and the food that he could never finish before could now be eaten again after he finished eating.
Seeing Zong Suyi eat all the food she had picked for him, a sense of pride welled up inside her. She hoped he would eat more and grow stronger, and watched him eat, resting her chin on her hand.
Recently, Zong Suyi seems to have gained a little weight?
Hmm, I can't tell him that, he'll get angry.
People around them would occasionally glance at the strange couple. A sweet and warm atmosphere emanated between them. Some looked envious, some covered their mouths and laughed, and some silently offered their blessings, but this was unknown to the two of them.
After finishing the small mountain of food in his bowl, Zong Suyi covered his mouth and let out a burp. He looked around guiltily and suddenly met a pair of smiling eyes. He immediately became angry and ordered her, "Didn't you hear me? Forget about it!" How could his glorious and elegant image in his wife's heart be ruined by a small burp?
Zhang Ting remained noncommittal, playing along: "Yes, Young Master Yi, I didn't hear anything." She poured him a cup of tea, then asked, "Would Young Master Yi like some more food?"
Zong Suyi moistened the teacup with his hands. The tea was coarse, but he had eaten all sorts of things on their journey from the capital to Zhangzhou Prefecture, so he swallowed it in no time.
He gently touched his slightly protruding belly, then looked up at Zhang Ting with a serious expression and said, "Zai Zai said he wasn't full and wants another bowl." He swallowed hard, his mouth watering at the smell of the remaining food.
Zhang Ting suppressed a laugh, "Alright, give the little one another bowl. One bowl isn't enough, is it? We need to add some side dishes."
"Yes, yes, that's right."
Zhang Ting pondered for a moment, "What dishes should I pair it with? Should I have shredded pork with garlic sauce, braised eggplant, braised lion's head meatballs, steamed shrimp with garlic and vermicelli, boiled beef, or fish head with chopped chili?"
During his pregnancy, Zong Suyi developed a craving for spicy food. The aroma of the dishes filled his mouth, and he licked his lips. "I want them all! I can finish them all." After a pause, he weakly added, "I mean... the baby said she can finish them." I'm not a glutton.
Zhang Ting laughed, propping half her face up, and waved her hand, "Waiter! Bring us everything, and put less chili."
She looked at Zong Suyi with a meaningful gaze, the expression in her eyes making him blush with embarrassment.
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