50 Don't shake
◎Stick to her back, burning with passion◎
Shu Yao hurriedly pushed the bracelet back: "This thing is too valuable, I can't accept it." The bracelet looked very expensive, and she couldn't afford such an expensive New Year gift for Chen Jingan.
Shen Qianxiao was stunned when she saw what was in Shen Jingan's hand. She had seen him playing with this bracelet in his hand for the past two days and thought it was a gift for her. Now it seems that she was just being wishful thinking.
She raised a wry smile and quietly ate the cold wontons in the bowl.
Ji Shijing pulled Shu Yao over and faced Chen Jing'an without any fear: "Goodbye." After saying that, he was about to take her away.
Chen Jingan's grip on the bracelet gradually tightened. Suddenly, he took Shu Yao's other hand and put the bracelet on her. Then he returned to his usual smile: "Xiao Yao'er looks really good in it."
When the finest mutton-fat jade touched her skin, Shu Yao felt a warm touch. She was a little surprised that the bracelet was not cold at all.
As if seeing through her confusion, Chen Jing'an tilted his head and smiled, "This bracelet is warm in winter and cool in summer. It's very suitable for girls to wear."
Ji Shijing's gaze fell on the bracelet and his eyes darkened.
Shu Yao still wanted to refuse, but Chen Jing'an didn't give her a chance: "Xiao Yao'er, don't you recognize me as your friend?" There was a hint of grievance in her tone.
She quickly waved her hands: "No, no."
Chen Jingan raised her peach blossom eyebrow and said, "Then Xiaoyao'er, please accept this bracelet. It will be a token of my gratitude."
Now that things had come to this, she couldn't refuse, so she just said "thank you" to him and thought about what gift to give him in return in the future.
I was thinking about something and didn't even notice that I had left the wonton shop.
Only when their backs blended into the crowd and disappeared did Shen Jing'an withdraw his gaze. He sat down next to Shen Qianxiao again, looked at the bowl of cold wontons, and said, "Ask the boss to bring us a hot bowl."
Shen Qianxiao put down the spoon, propped up his head and looked at him thoughtfully, his index finger gently stroking his lip beads: “The prince treats Miss Shu very differently.”
He laughed, held her in his arms, and kissed her hair: "Qian Xiao, are you jealous?"
Shen Qianxiao hummed softly in a feigned anger, leaned against him, and wrapped her slender fingers around the ends of his hair, wrapping them around and around.
Chen Jing'an didn't look at the person in his arms again, but looked at the crowd outside again, his eyes a little confused, as if he didn't know who he was looking for.
…
On the way back, Shu Yao looked at the jade bracelet on her wrist. The jade bracelet was warm and plump, and she was actually a little reluctant to let it go.
It’s nice to have a rich friend.
Ji Shijing said coldly, "Do you like this bracelet very much?"
She nodded, but when she looked up, she saw that his expression was not right. She shook her head again, but finally nodded: "This bracelet is very comfortable to wear."
He pursed his lips and stopped talking.
About half an hour later, as soon as the two entered the mansion, they ran into Ji Tianbao who looked hurried.
Ji Tianbao was holding a large bundle in his hand, looking around with a sly look in his eyes. When he ran into the two of them, he was almost scared to death. He patted his chest in shock and said, "You two jinxes, get out of here!"
Shu Yao folded her arms and looked at the bundle in his hand. Because it was too full, a few taels of silver were exposed from the gaps, and even golden objects could be vaguely seen.
She didn't expect that there was gold in this tattered bag. She was a little confused about what Ji Tianbao was going to do with so much money, but when she thought about seeing him appear in the gambling house some time ago, she didn't find it strange anymore.
I just don’t know if the Ji family’s money is enough for him to lose.
"Ji Tianbao, what bad things do you want to do by taking out so much money?" She asked knowingly.
Ji Tianbao's face flushed red, and he spitted in anger: "What do you care?" Then he pushed her away and ran away in a panic.
Shu Yao moved a step to the right in time to avoid being hit by him.
Ji Shijing leaned closer to her, lowered his eyes and saw the faint pink color on her collarbone. He frowned and said, "Go back quickly." It was time to change the dressing on her wound.
When the two passed by Shoukang Pavilion, they saw that the door was closed and there was no maid or servant inside. Shu Yao was puzzled, but did not think about it too much. She quickened her pace and returned to Chunhua Pavilion.
When she got to her room, she took off her clothes and saw that the gauze on her collarbone had been stained red with blood, and the flesh was still visible there. She felt a little pain belatedly and made two "tsk tsk" sounds. She thought that there would probably be a scar here in the future, but she didn't care.
She endured the pain and applied new medicine to the wound, then found a new set of clothes to put on.
The Chinese New Year was just two days away, and she was a little excited, so she went out to find Ji Shijing to discuss how to celebrate this year.
…
On New Year's Eve, the mansion became bustling with red lanterns hung high, the yard was decorated with lights and colorful lanterns, and even the faces of the maids, old women and servants were filled with smiles that were rarely seen at other times. They were busy hanging Spring Festival couplets and pasting blessing characters, having a great time.
Only the old lady's yard was deserted and cold. The servants serving inside all had sad faces, and they pricked up their ears to listen to the hustle and bustle outside, their eyes full of longing.
"Snap."
The old lady got angry again. She threw the medicine bowl in her hand to the ground, grabbed the collar of the little maid next to her and started slapping her. She cursed and could only make a few sounds from her throat, which was extremely unpleasant.
The little maid's face was swollen and two of her teeth were knocked out. She kept shouting "Have mercy" and the people around her unconsciously stepped back for fear that they would be hurt.
The old lady didn't stop until her hands were sore. She sat back on the bed and listened to the noise outside. The noise outside made her extremely annoyed, and she started smashing things again...
There were sounds of beating and scolding, the crying of maids, and the sound of things being thrown one after another.
Shu Yao started to get busy early in the morning. This was her first year in the book, and it was also a wonderful experience.
She went to the street and bought a lot of paper-cuts two days ago. Now she is sitting at the round table, holding a pair of scissors and carefully cutting "Happy Reunion".
She happened to look up and found that the door frame of the compound was empty. She called out, "Ah Jing."
Ji Shijing came over with a pile of folded paper cuttings and placed them in front of Shu Yao. "What's going on?"
She pointed at the door frame and said to him with a smile, "I want to ask Ah Jing to write a couplet."
Ji Shijing smiled faintly, his eyes slightly curved, sat down opposite her, found the couplet paper, picked up the pen and thought for a while, then facing her expectant gaze, he began to write.
Shu Yao stretched her neck to look at the words above, then slowly read them out.
"The beauty of spring comes in a flash."
"Why don't you write anymore? Where's the second line?"
Ji Shijing handed her the pen: "Sister-in-law, please write the couplet."
Shu Yao muttered quietly, "How can I do this?" But she still took the brush from his hand and thought carefully for a while. Her mind was full of the knowledge of couplets that her teacher taught her when she was in school, such as rhyme, level tone...
It took her a long time to pick up the pen. Perhaps because she didn't write with a brush often, the hand holding the pen was shaking slightly, and the words became crooked.
"Sister-in-law, don't shake." Ji Shijing had come around behind her without her knowing. He bent down and pressed against her back. His hot breath fell on her neck, like a raging fire.
A clean, calloused hand held hers: "Sister-in-law, what should I write next, huh?"
His lips were so close to hers that it seemed as if they would touch her neck in the next second. Shu Yao's hand holding the pen trembled even more violently: "The cold wind blows the red plum blossoms, and the fragrance spreads thousands of miles away."
Ji Shijing chuckled: "Okay, this is it."
He held her hand and wrote the second line of the couplet stroke by stroke.
The handwriting was neat and dignified. After finishing the last stroke, Ji Shijing suddenly held her hand and asked, "Why are your hands so cold, sister-in-law?"
"It's okay." She tried to break free, but he held her tighter.
He lowered his head, blew into her palm, and gently brushed his thin lips across her fingertips.
Shu Yao only felt a wave of heat coming over her, and her head felt dizzy.
…
She pasted the cut-out "Happy Reunion" on the window, hung the newly bought red lanterns on the eaves, and pasted up couplets.
With this outfit, it really looks like there is a bit of a New Year atmosphere.
Dozens of maids passed by the entrance of Chunhua Pavilion with delicacies from land and sea in their hands. Shu Yao looked at the delicacies on the plates: eight-treasure duck, ginseng chicken soup, pearl glutinous rice balls... everything.
She just glanced at it twice and then looked away. She knew that these dishes belonged to Ji Dayong's family, and she didn't expect anyone to send food to their yard, so she planned to cook a New Year's Eve dinner with Ji Shijing.
Seeing that it was almost noon, the two of them took the ingredients to the small kitchen next door to start working.
…
The main hall in the front yard.
The mahogany table is filled with delicacies from land and sea, the aroma lingers around the nose, making people unable to help but swallow their saliva.
Guo Cuiping and Ji Lai came together and sat down at the table. Ji Lai looked towards the door and asked, "Why hasn't Father come yet?"
Guo Cuiping grabbed a handful of peanuts and began to chew them one by one: "I'm afraid he died in that widow's bed."
Ji Lai quickly covered her mouth: "Mom, don't say anything unlucky today during the New Year."
Guo Cuiping slapped her hand away: "Why hasn't Tianbao come yet?"
As she was talking, Ji Tianbao came back from outside, looking dusty and dusty. Seeing him like this, Guo Cuiping knew that he must have lost a lot of money. But he was her son after all, so she couldn't bear to blame him. She just said, "Tianbao, today I'm cooking all your favorite dishes."
Ji Tianbao's eyes were dark blue, and he looked like he hadn't slept for a few days. Guo Cuiping couldn't help but feel distressed: "Son, why don't you come back and live with me?"
He picked up a chicken drumstick and put it in his mouth: "Mom, my son has bad luck this year. Next year I must win back all the money I lost."
Guo Cuiping didn't want to say anything to spoil his fun, so she winked at Ji Lai, wanting her to go and persuade Ji Tianbao.
Ji Lai was a little scared. She was very afraid of her brother, but she still said, "Brother, I heard that gambling house has some tricks. Please don't go there to gamble next year, okay?"
Ji Tianbao put down his chopsticks and glared at her fiercely: "You stupid girl, mind your own business."
Ji Lai didn't dare to say anything else.
Guo Cuiping quickly came out to smooth things over and gave Ji Tianbao a piece of beef with chopsticks: "Come on, eat more beef."
"Wow, the food in this Ji Mansion is really good."
Suddenly, a charming female voice was heard in the hall. The three people present looked up and saw that Ji Dayong had returned at some point, holding a still charming woman in his arms.
The woman was not particularly pretty, but her figure was too plump, especially her breasts, which seemed to be round and about to burst out.
She looked at the large table of dishes and said sourly.
Seeing the woman, Guo Cuiping immediately realized that she was the widow from Liuxiang. She stood up quickly, raised her hand and slapped the woman: "Bitch."
Ji Dayong hurriedly protected the woman, and the woman fell into his arms and sobbed.
Guo Cuiping pointed at Ji Dayong's nose and said, "Ji Dayong, you are so good. You actually brought someone back today. Do you think I am gone?"
Ji Dayong pushed Guo Cuiping to the ground with a push: "What an eyesore."
Ji Lai helped her up distressedly: "Mom, are you okay?"
Ji Tianbao's eyes also fell on the woman, and he didn't even notice that his saliva was flowing into the bowl.
Ji Dayong hugged the woman and sat down. The woman looked like the hostess and raised her eyebrows proudly at Guo Cuiping.
Guo Cuiping covered her chest and was so angry that she almost died, but when she saw Ji Dayong's murderous eyes, she could only swallow the grievances in her heart and sit obediently on the stool, feeling extremely angry.
At the dinner table, Ji Lai asked weakly, "Father, aren't you going to invite Grandma? And my second cousin and sister-in-law."
Ji Dayong continued chewing the meat in his mouth: "Your grandmother is still recovering from her injuries and it is not convenient for her to go out. As for those two jinxes, it would be best if they starve to death." After saying that, he pouted his greasy mouth and kissed the woman next to him.
The woman giggled.
Guo Cuiping couldn't bear it any longer. She rubbed her swollen and painful temples and left the table angrily. Ji Lai followed her.
After the two left, the widow asked weakly, "Madam, do you dislike me?"
Ji Dayong: "Don't worry about her. I will welcome you in next spring."
The widow leaned in his arms and said "hmm", but her eyes were looking at Ji Tianbao, her eyes were seductive and very provocative.
Ji Tianbao's hand was hidden under the table, touching the widow's thigh, all the way up...
"Hmm." The widow moaned softly.
Ji Dayong asked her what was wrong, she shook her head and said nothing was wrong, but her eyes looked at Ji Tianbao more and more confused.
…
On the other side, in the small kitchen of Chunhua Pavilion.
Shu Yao tugged at Ji Shijing's sleeve and asked in a low voice, "Ah Jing... can you do it?"
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