Chapter 59: Cuckold Dad
[Oh no, tomorrow is the day my brother will be drunk... My second brother was defenseless against her, so she brought him the glass of wine and added some ingredients. 】Lu Chaochao was watching an interesting show in her heart.
Lu Zhengyue was extremely alert.
"When you come to the Marquis' Mansion, just treat it as your own home and worship at home. You saved my life, so it's my duty. I'll come to accompany you tomorrow." Lu Zhengyue looked expressionless.
The two walked in the snow for a while before Lu Zhengyue sent her back to the yard.
She stood in the snow, looking at his receding back sadly. As long as Lu Zhengyue turned around, he would be able to see her appearance.
Sure enough, Lu Zhengyue turned around.
It was not until Lu Zheng walked away that the smile on her face suddenly fell.
The maid behind her came forward and said, "Miss Su, may I help you wash up? Your body is soaked in snow and you will catch a cold easily."
Su Zhiqing nodded slightly.
After washing up, Su Zhiqing returned to the house and sat in front of the bronze mirror with her hair loose.
There is also a sandalwood table in the inner room, with some papers on it, faintly emitting the scent of ink.
"What is this?" She flipped open one and saw the flamboyant handwriting.
Unlike a young man like Lu Zhengyue, this handwriting is full of power and reveals a sense of effortlessness and courage.
"It's the Marquis's handwriting."
"This was originally the Marquis' study, where he would occasionally take a nap. These are all the Marquis's writings," the maid replied respectfully.
Su Zhiqing's face felt a little hot, and her fingertips felt as if they were burned as they passed through the ink.
Lying on the bed, I felt as if I was enveloped by a strong scent of the opposite sex.
This is the bed where Lord Lu slept.
On the second day, Su Zhiqing looked extremely bad.
She was wearing a light-colored long dress, and her whole body was shaky like a little white flower that depended on others.
When Lu Zhengyue came over, he couldn't help but sigh: "Qingqing, don't be sad, you still have me. I will take good care of you for your uncle and aunt. Believe me." Lu Zhengyue's eyes were sincere.
Su Zhiqing nodded with red eyes.
As the night was getting dark, the maid brought out the vegetarian meal.
Lu Zhengyue dismissed his attendants, personally took the copper basin, and held a memorial ceremony in the garden with Su Zhiqing.
Paper money was swirling in the air. The thin girl was kneeling in the snow, crying silently.
"Mom and Dad... Qingqing met Zhengyue. Brother Zhengyue is a good man. If your spirit is in heaven, you can rest in peace." Su Zhiqing sobbed softly and poured the two glasses of sake on the ground into the copper basin.
Lu Zhengyue accompanied her to burn all the paper money.
Su Zhiqing's lips were already white from the cold.
"Have some dinner. You're not feeling well. Don't freeze yourself." Lu Zhengyue helped her into the room. The table was already filled with dinner.
His eyes fell on the two wine glasses and he looked away slightly.
"Brother Zhengyue, thank you for coming to me."
"Although I saved you, Qingqing was all alone in the world. It was you who gave Qingqing the courage to live. You also saved Qingqing."
"This glass of wine is for you, Qingqing." Su Zhiqing personally brought the wine to him.
Lu Zhengyue's expression was calm: "Qingqing, I should toast you." He picked up the wine glass.
Clink glasses with Su Zhiqing.
They both drank it in one gulp.
Su Zhiqing breathed a sigh of relief.
He also persuaded Lu Zhengyue to eat a lot of vegetarian food.
Maybe it was because she used too much silver charcoal, or maybe it was because she was drunk, she just felt that the room was a little stuffy, and the young man in front of her had a double image.
Even the sounds in my ears gradually became hazy and no longer real.
She seemed to hear the young man sigh: "Qingqing, you are drunk."
But she just felt like her whole body was like a furnace, and she wanted to seek some coolness.
She seemed to be carried to the couch, the candle was blown out, and she seemed to hear the sound of the door closing.
As her footsteps got farther and farther away, she felt like there was a fire in her chest that wanted to burn her to ashes and make her lose all her sanity.
"Hot..." she murmured softly.
She opened her clothes, leaving only her inner garment, but still felt the room was hot.
With a creak, the door opened.
When the door opened, a hint of coolness came into the room.
She came back to her senses slightly, and her body moved faster than her mind. She stood up quickly and hugged the newcomer tightly in her arms.
The visitor was stunned.
She pressed herself tightly against him, leaving no gap between them, and absorbed the coolness.
Her voice was trembling, and she sighed comfortably: "Don't push me away."
The voice is so soft and irresistible.
The man pinched her waist tightly, his eyes red: "Do you know who I am?"
The voice was low, with a hint of the elegance and oppression of a mature man.
Su Zhiqing blushed.
Why am I dreaming again?
Last night, ever since she knew that this was Lord Lu’s former study and the bed where Lord Lu had slept, she felt extremely shy.
Why did I have such a bold dream tonight?
Su Zhiqing's voice was trembling, and her hands were groping the other person's body, and she couldn't help trembling even when she was undressing the other person.
She fell softly into the other's arms.
"Yes... yes, My Lord." She bit her lower lip lightly, her eyes sparkling.
"It's Lord Lu."
"My Lord, don't push me away. Don't push Qingqing away." She murmured in a low voice, as if with a hint of pleading.
She tiptoed, hooked her hands around the man's neck, and moved herself up little by little.
Veins bulged on Lu Yuanze's forehead. He had been like a fish in water for the past decade.
Recently, I have been exhausted by the troubles caused by Xu Shiyun and Pei Jiaojiao.
After drinking a few more glasses with his colleagues tonight, he felt a little confused, but as a man, he knew very well what he was doing.
Su Zhiqing is different from the old-fashioned and dignified daughter of the Xu family.
It is also different from Pei Jiaojiao's gentleness and thoughtfulness.
This is an extremely young and inexperienced girl, who is begging humbly.
This is a sixteen-year-old girl in the prime of her life.
Different from them all.
The girl's clever little tongue entered his mouth, and the string of rationality broke on the spot.
The man picked up the woman by the waist. The woman screamed and hugged his neck tightly.
When the little maid came back with the lamp.
She blushed when she heard the melodious sounds getting louder and louder in the room.
He was so frightened that his face turned pale and he hurried back to the main courtyard to report.
"Madam, Madam...something happened." The little maid said in a crying tone.
"I don't know which idiot accidentally brought the Marquis back to his original study and into Miss Su's room." The little maid burst into tears. When she heard the lewd sounds in the room, she couldn't connect him with Miss Su at all.
How could he be so unrestrained?
Xu covered Chaochao's ears, and Dengzhi immediately took the little guy away.
"Why are you crying? Don't ruin the joy during the New Year."
Xu's eyes were red, and she seemed to grit her teeth as she said, "The Marquis has been with me for nearly twenty years, that's enough. I can't monopolize the Marquis's favor alone..." She seemed to sigh, her eyes red.
Having said that, everyone saw the lady crying.
Xu stayed awake all night. She stood in the yard, covered in snow, staring blankly into the distance.
That's the direction of the study.
Behind her back, Dengzhi gave her ginger soup several times.
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