Chapter 202: The Way to Get Along, Repeated Rejections...
With things stable at home, Zhang Ting had her own ways of dealing with things. She didn't want Zong Suyi to overthink things and become anxious, which was also why she didn't want to tell him the truth.
"As the wife, I am the head of the household. I will handle all external instability. My husband, trust me." She wiped his slightly damp eyes, a chill running through her heart. After all these years, he still cries as easily as when they first met.
Zong Suyi never questioned his wife's abilities. However, the court was a treacherous place, and for every person who benefited, another became the target of criticism and exclusion. Moreover, she was also being targeted and feared by the next emperor.
He couldn't help but worry about his lover, looking up at her with teary eyes, "I've always believed in my wife, but you must be careful in everything you do." It was bad enough that his wife didn't love him, but she was even targeting him!
Zong Suyi looked for the cause in Chen Liu and concluded that this person must be treacherous, jealous of talent, and utterly despicable and shameless!
If he had known earlier that this scoundrel would rise to power, he should have had someone secretly get rid of him!
With the rear stabilized regardless, Zhang Ting felt sorry for him, seeing his red eyes and pitiful appearance. She hugged him and comforted him, saying, "From now on, I will no longer hide anything from you, big or small. Xiao Yi, don't be sad." Little did she know, the poor little rabbit secretly plotted to kill the enemy leader.
Zong Suyi gave a soft snort, "You're not allowed to lie to me. I'll remember what you said today." He wrapped his arms around her neck, his sleeves falling down to reveal her fair and smooth skin, which was warm and exuded a unique fragrance.
Zhang Ting looked directly into his eyes, her peach blossom eyes sparkling and beautiful, like a clear, rippling lake, exuding both charm and deep affection.
She cupped his cheeks in her hands, her lips instinctively uttering sweet words, "I love you so much, how could I lie to you?" She pulled his hand to her heart, "Can you feel it?"
Despite the steady, strong heartbeat beneath his palm, Zhang Ting showed no embarrassment, remaining calm and composed to an alarming degree.
Zong Suyi, overwhelmed by her confession, couldn't care less about anything else. His face flushed red with embarrassment, and he feigned anger as he shoved her, saying, "You old hag, why are you saying such things to me when we're an old married couple?" He quickly pulled his hand back as if he had been burned.
Zhang Ting smiled and pulled him into her arms, hugging him tightly. "Why can't we, an old married couple, say this? Tun Tun isn't here. I've always felt that you, my lord, are just like you were years ago, making me involuntarily yearn for you." Little vixen, can you still pull something out of her hands?
Zong Suyi felt the burning heat on his back, and his body felt as if it were on fire.
He was both shy and timid. "When did you fall in love with me?" He had thought about it a lot over the years. He had felt a good impression of her when they first met, but he truly entrusted his heart to her on that bright and beautiful night.
Zhang Ting frowned, pursed her lips, then pursed them again, as if facing some age-old dilemma. They're an old married couple, why ask such mushy questions?
Zong Suyi waited for a while but didn't get a reply. Her smile immediately fell, and her eyes turned sinister. "Is my question difficult to answer?" she said through gritted teeth, enunciating each word.
Zhang Ting thought to herself, "Why are you taking this so seriously?"
She spoke fluently, “Love arises without knowing its origin, and deepens with each passing moment. I love you, but I can’t tell when I started to think of you. Perhaps it was when we first met, perhaps it was when we ate together every day, perhaps it was… In short, I hope you know my feelings.”
Zong Suyi felt as if he had been filled with honey, and his words were sickeningly sweet, "What a beautiful love story, where love arises without knowing its origin, and deepens with each passing moment." He lowered his head charmingly, then couldn't help but smile foolishly. His wife loved him even more than he had imagined.
She turned around, gave her a playful glare, and lightly punched her chest. "Why didn't you tell me your feelings sooner, my lady? You've kept it from me for so long!"
Having satisfied her husband, Zhang Ting secretly wiped away a cold sweat, thinking to herself that the crisis was over.
She lifted his hand and gently kissed it, her eyes tender and full of affection, "My love, you know now."
Zong Suyi was overjoyed, her eyes sparkling as she said shyly, "You're so annoying!" She reached out and shoved her, her heart pounding with excitement but she couldn't control her strength.
Zhang Ting was caught off guard and was pushed forcefully to the ground.
"Thump—" That was the sound of a bottom hitting the ground.
The room was eerily quiet.
Zong Suyi bit her lip lightly, twisting her fingers guiltily and not daring to look at her.
He said weakly, "My lady, I didn't mean it..."
Of course it wasn't intentional. If it had been intentional, Zhang Ting guarantees his ass would be ripped open.
It's really undignified of such a majestic woman as herself to be casually pushed to the ground by her husband!
She got up calmly, her eyes lowered, and said nothing.
Zong Suyi understood and hurriedly promised, "I will not reveal this matter." He looked at her earnestly with his bright eyes and made a gesture to seal her mouth.
Zhang Ting patted non-existent dust off her clothes, "It's nothing serious, I've seen all sorts of storms," she said, then changed the subject, "but I'm deeply moved that you're willing to protect my pride."
Zong Suyi walked over and considerately straightened her clothes, apologizing again, "I will definitely pay more attention in the future." His fingers smoothed out the wrinkles on her collar, then returned to her chest, recalling the warmth and softness of her body just now, and he lowered his head, biting his lip.
He said, "My lady, let's rest."
This rest was clearly not a simple rest. Zhang Ting frowned again, "Didn't I just explain the situation to you, my husband? We..."
Zong Suyi's face was still flushed, and he was mortified. But he was determined to take this step for his own happiness, and boldly said, "The ancients said that yin and yang should be in harmony. Those who abstain from sex may not necessarily enjoy longevity and happiness. Sexual relations are a matter of natural law and human ethics, and should not be violated."
He had decided that his wife would rest on odd days and have sex with him on even days. This way, he could both cultivate his character and maintain harmony between husband and wife, leading to a happy family.
Zhang Ting sighed, unable to bear the sight. Who spends half a month cultivating their character only to be messing around with men? Even lecherous men don't do it that frequently.
She looked up and asked confidently, "When did it get wet?" She spoke so freely and passionately, but it's true that trouble often happens at night.
Upon hearing this, Zong Suyi blushed instantly, his face turning crimson to his neck. He lowered his head, looking like a vulnerable, easily bullied young husband, and whispered, "When you said you liked someone..." He couldn't help but add a few more complaints, "It's all your fault. You knew I was sensitive and couldn't handle stimulation, yet you still said so much. I... I couldn't control myself..."
He suddenly threw himself into her arms, whining and clinging, "My lady, please have pity on me! You've been away from home for almost a year, and I've stayed by your side every single day. You've been parched for so long and need watering. How can you leave me alone in this empty room!" He pressed his knees together tightly and rubbed against her, unable to bear it any longer.
He is a normal man, and his relationship with his wife is very harmonious. His wife left home and sent letters back, and he could only express his longing for her through those letters and her clothes. Now that she has returned, why should he continue to live as a widow?
Zong Suyi protested vehemently and demanded that Zhang Ting satisfy her husband and fulfill her duties as a wife.
Zhang Tingyi pushed him away with righteous indignation. She had her own considerations. "My lord, do you know the principle of 'preserving heavenly principles and eliminating human desires'? Putting aside other matters, as a wife and a role model for all students, I need to set an example, restrain my desires, and be politically upright. This is the right path." Her consideration was this: men in their twenties are like wolves and tigers. In the first few days after returning to Zhangzhou Prefecture, Zong Suyi clung to her day and night. He was weak and didn't exert himself, yet she was always the one who was exhausted and trembling with fatigue! Who could stand that!
Having been tricked so many times, Zong Suyi was bound to learn his lesson. He clung to her again, saying, "My lady, you just need to set a good example outside. At home, just be a good wife. I also want to see the power of Lord Zhang." He spoke softly and gently, trying his best to persuade her.
No matter what Zhang Ting said, it wouldn't work. She pulled him off her body, like a serene and detached Buddha. "My lord, we should both practice what we preach and not try to fool each other." She was really afraid that one day things would get out of hand and Zong Suyi wouldn't be satisfied, causing her to faint from exhaustion on top of him!
This is a matter of great importance concerning a woman's dignity; how can he compromise with just a few words?
Zong Suyi got annoyed after being repeatedly rejected. He insisted on eating even though they didn't want him to. "Zhang Ting, what are you pretending to be, a gentleman? When we got to bed, I didn't see you making excuses. You kissed, bit, ate, touched, and did things you should have, and you didn't refrain from touching things you shouldn't have either." He pushed him onto the bed, forcefully and domineeringly.
"You haven't forgotten how Tuntun came to be, have you? How many times did you sleep with me before Tuntun was born? How many tricks did you try? You haven't forgotten them all, have you?" He leaned over and began tearing at her clothes, sneering and spitting. "Hypocrite! Today, I'm going to tear off your mask and see how you put on an act!"
Zhang Ting protected her collar, trying her best to preserve her chastity. "My lord, please stop fooling around. Tun Tun is still living in the side room. Don't corrupt the child."
Zong Suyi smiled subtly, shattering her dream: "Lord Zhang, you need not worry. I tested it during the day, and the soundproofing in this room is excellent. Even if you and I collapse the bed, no one outside will hear a sound." He casually bound her hands, his breath sweet as orchids, and chuckled: "I'm going to have a good meal tonight. I've almost forgotten what Lord Zhang tastes like."
Zhang Ting struggled fiercely, letting him have his way with the rest of the days. Today, she was already exhausted from arriving in Yingzhou Prefecture, having dealt with two rounds of guests, and then had to spend time and effort appeasing him. She was completely worn out. If he succeeded and then showed weakness, wouldn't her lifelong reputation be ruined in an instant?
No, no, absolutely not.
She struggled with her legs, so he pinned them down; she resisted with her hands, so he forcefully restrained her; she tried to dissuade him and shouted at him, so he silenced her with his lips.
After working like this for most of the day, the two of them were covered in sweat.
When Zhang Ting's resistance proved ineffective, she gave up and simply let him do as he pleased.
Zong Suyi, however, was in no hurry to enjoy himself. He hadn't even stripped off her outer garment yet. He lay on her body, sniffing everywhere, like a hunting wolfhound. "Let this young master smell which part of Lord Zhang is the most delicious?" He ran his fingers over the fabric, pressing them down heavily, and looked at her with feigned innocence. "Is it this place?"
Zhang Ting gritted her teeth and remained silent.
He didn't care at all, a wicked smile on his lips, as he moved inch by inch southward, sometimes gently, sometimes heavily, disrupting her thoughts, causing her body to heat up and her to break out in a sweat.
He suddenly stopped, sniffing repeatedly. It was a familiar scent. His eyes immediately became glazed over, like a butterfly lost in a flower garden. His cheeks flushed and he seemed intoxicated. His fingers pressed down hard without thinking.
Immediately afterwards, she let out a muffled groan, her body trembled violently, and her fists clenched until they turned white.
A vein throbbed on his forehead. "Zong Suyi!!"
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