Chapter 11: Disguised House Arrest
As soon as Song Qingyuan stepped into Hibiscus Garden, he heard the clear laughter of children coming from inside.
The afterglow of the setting sun cast a warm golden edge on the yard. The tall figure of Shen Yanzhi stood in the halo, with one child riding on his neck and another in his arms. He was getting very angry because of the two little guys.
After spending these days together, the gap between father and son has long since disappeared, and now they are as close as if they were cast from the same mold.
Shen Jingyu rode on Shen Yanzhi's neck, grabbed his hair with his two little hands, and rode him like a horse, shouting "Gee-gee".
Looking at this heartwarming scene, Song Qingyuan felt warm in his heart and his steps became lighter. He walked over and took the soft Shen Mingzhu from Shen Yanzhi's arms.
"Mingzhu, are you teaming up with your brother to bully Daddy?" She smiled and scratched her daughter's nose.
Then, she looked at the "domineering" Shen Jingyu with amusement: "You, if you pull it again, Daddy's hair will be pulled bald by you."
When Shen Jingyu heard this, instead of letting go, he pouted confidently: “Daddy is bad!”
Song Qingyuan raised his eyebrows: "What happened to Daddy?"
"He promised to catch butterflies for me, but he didn't catch any and he almost fell down!"
Shen Yanzhi listened to his son's accusation, and thought about how he had just tried to show off, but ended up tripping over a stone and almost embarrassing himself in front of the child. His ears suddenly started burning.
He coughed twice to hide his embarrassment, but his eyes secretly glanced at Song Qingyuan with a hint of pleading.
Song Qingyuan suppressed his laughter and deliberately put on a stern face: "Chen Yanzhi, you are an adult, and you are still fighting with children for butterflies?"
Shen Yanzhi had no choice but to say in a deep voice to the nanny waiting beside him: "It's getting late, take them back to wash up."
The maids came forward and swiftly carried the two eager little ones away.
The yard suddenly became quiet.
Before Song Qingyuan could react, a warm hand grabbed her wrist. Shen Yanzhi said nothing and pulled her into the house.
The door closed behind him, blocking out the last ray of light from outside.
The light in the room was dim. Before Song Qingyuan could say anything, he suddenly felt dizzy and was picked up by the waist and placed heavily on the soft bed.
The man's figure immediately loomed over her, carrying an irresistible aura.
"Yuanyuan." His voice was deeper and hoarser than usual, and it touched her ear, stirring a shudder. "Wear that dress you wore yesterday... again for me to see, okay?"
Song Qingyuan's head buzzed.
Yesterday's...
The modern bikini he found at the bottom of the box, which he described as "very little fabric".
Last night, he put on her clothes with his own hands, and took them off piece by piece with his own hands. The amazement and obsession in his eyes almost burned her to ashes.
The memory of him tossing me around like a fish out of water came back to me instantly, and my waist still felt sore.
So much so that she couldn't get out of bed this morning, and had to ask Wenling to go to the main hospital to ask for leave.
Song Qingyuan's cheeks were burning hot, and she felt embarrassed and annoyed. She put her hand on his strong chest.
“Chen Yanzhi, you…are not done yet, right?”
The corners of Song Qingyuan's eyes were still red, and she leaned lazily in Shen Yanzhi's arms, like a cat with its fur smoothed.
Shen Yanzhi stroked his slightly swollen lips with his fingertips, his voice low and deep.
"Be good, be obedient..."
In the morning, he turned his head and ordered the eunuch guarding the carriage: "Go, find a few skilled and tight-lipped craftsmen, and have them make a few more models according to the drawings I drew."
The eunuch didn't even raise his eyelids, replied "yes" respectfully, and then left quietly, as if his master had only asked him to add an ordinary piece of clothing.
Thinking of this, Shen Yanzhi hugged the beauty in his arms, and his nose gently brushed over the sensitive area, causing the beauty in his arms to tremble.
The person in his arms moved and protested softly with a nasal voice: "We need to do it again..."
Shen Yanzhi chuckled and pinched the soft flesh on the back of his neck, as if to soothe a furry animal: "Why, Yuanyuan doesn't like it? But I remember someone crying and saying they liked it last night."
Song Qingyuan's face suddenly turned red, and he simply buried his head in his chest, acting like a coward.
Shen Yanzhi stopped teasing her, but his heart was burning.
These novel gadgets only seemed interesting to Song Qingyuan when used on him. If it were someone else, he wouldn't even bother to take a second look.
Everyone in the capital said that Shen Yanzhi was a dignified and self-possessed gentleman, a model of self-discipline and propriety.
But who knew that only this little thing could easily tear off all his disguises and turn him from a superior gentleman into a prodigal who only wanted to make him cry.
Thinking of last night's madness, the tiny sobs, and the ambiguous red marks left on the fair skin by the pearl necklace, Shen Yanzhi felt his lower abdomen suddenly tighten.
His Adam's apple rolled, and he could no longer restrain himself. He pulled his arms together and picked the man up, letting him sit astride his legs.
"Yuanyuan..."
After a hoarse call, Shen Yanzhi reached out and lowered the heavy curtain.
The light suddenly dimmed, leaving only the intertwined breathing in the inner room. As the bed swayed slightly, the pearl chains dangling in front of Song Qingyuan's body bumped against each other, making a series of crisp and alluring sounds.
Jingle bells, jingle bells.
Every sound struck at the very tip of one's heart.
The next day, when the sky was bright, Furong Garden was quiet.
Song Qingyuan was unable to get up after all.
The chief eunuch beside Shen Yanzhi personally went to the main courtyard and replied respectfully to the princess, saying that Concubine Song had caught a cold and the prince had allowed her to rest for a few days and did not need to pay her a visit.
This statement was flawless, conveying the prince's concern while preserving the princess's dignity.
However, the princess was embarrassed on the spot.
She sat upright in the main seat, the bright red nail polish on her nails almost embedding into her palms.
What a great Song Qingyuan! What a perfect illness!
The first time a new person entered the palace, on the first day they came to pay their respects to her, she, the old favorite, was already sick? Who was she doing this for? She was clearly relying on the prince's favor to deliberately slap her in the face!
The princess' heart was boiling with anger, but she just said "hmm" lightly on her face.
The newlyweds kneeling below, all dressed in dazzling attire, dared not utter a single sound, their thoughts varied: some gloating, some secretly plotting, and some simply watching the spectacle.
Just when the atmosphere was at a stalemate, Wen, who was sitting below, spoke softly.
She was wearing a simple and elegant willow-yellow long dress today, which made her look even more fragile and pitiful.
"Princess Princess," she raised her eyes timidly, her voice full of concern, "Since Sister Song is not feeling well, you must take good care of yourself. What will happen if this illness spreads to the prince?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the room fell into silence.
The eyes of a few quick-witted people changed when they looked at Wen.
These words sounded caring, but in fact, every word was like a knife, roasting Song Qingyuan on the fire.
The haze in the princess's eyes instantly dissipated, replaced by a cold glint of understanding. She finally took a good look at this unremarkable Wen and felt that this newcomer was more clever than she had expected.
That’s right, Song has been dominating the prince for eight days, it’s time to let her “take a break”.
"Madame Cui." The princess' voice was not loud, but it carried an authority that brooked no room for questioning.
"I'm here." An old maid with a serious face came forward.
"Go to the storehouse and get some of the best bird's nest and ginseng, and send it to Furong Garden." The princess picked up the teacup, gently skimmed off the foam, and slowly instructed
"Tell Concubine Song that her health is the most important thing. Let her rest in the garden for a month. She doesn't need to go out."
One month!
This is not recuperation at all, it is clearly a disguised form of house arrest!
The hall was completely silent, and no one dared to speak a word for Song Qingyuan.
The newlyweds were so frightened that they lowered their heads, and they had a new understanding of the princess's methods.
At this moment, Concubine Bai, who had been silent all the time, suddenly put down the teacup in her hand.
The white jade teacup made a soft "tapping" sound when it hit the mahogany tabletop, which was particularly harsh in the silence.
She said nothing, but just raised her eyelids and glanced at Wen indifferently.
The look was chilly and without any emotion, but it made the eloquent Wen Yue shiver inexplicably, and the joy of his success was diluted a little.
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