Chapter 66 Today is her second wedding.
Two thick dragon and phoenix candles, the only light source in the bridal chamber, were burning. Jiang Shuifu, wearing a veil, sat quietly on the wedding bed, waiting for He Beiqing's arrival.
Beside her was a bright red nightgown, which she was going to change into later. Looking at the nightgown, her face flushed again.
Although the wedding was somewhat rushed, the phoenix crown on her head and the wedding dress on her body were very grand and heavy, making it hard for her to breathe.
As soon as she entered the new house, she wanted to take off what was on her head, but then she thought that since it was his first marriage, he should want a complete ceremony.
She managed to hold back, but her face under the veil grew darker and darker. Why wasn't he here yet?
Her stomach was growling with hunger, and she was determined to huff at him a few times later! Not being enthusiastic about the wedding? There's something wrong with her thinking.
As if on cue, the door to the new house creaked open, followed by footsteps. His footsteps were heavier than usual, clearly indicating that he had been drinking.
Sure enough, the closer he got, the stronger the smell of alcohol became on him.
Jiang Shuifu waited for him to lift her veil and drink the nuptial wine, but he stopped walking and sat down on a chair to the side without moving.
She was somewhat displeased. Had he drunk too much alcohol and gotten himself drunk?
She didn't speak or take the initiative, otherwise it would seem as if she desperately wanted to consummate the marriage.
The groom slumped in his chair, his gaze burning as he stared at the woman beside the couch. She was truly beautiful; he could imagine the breathtaking beauty and voluptuous allure she possessed beneath the veil.
His gaze grew increasingly intense, as if he wanted to bore a hole through her with it. However, his eyes held more than just possessiveness; half of them contained a hidden, suppressed, turbulent energy.
Jiang Shuifu naturally sensed that burning gaze. She felt a little shy; having been married before, she knew what that gaze meant.
She lowered her head, unable to speak any more.
Time passed slowly, and they sat there, one in the south and one in the north, neither taking the initiative nor speaking.
Jiang Shuifu was a little confused. Although she was shy, he seemed even more so. But they couldn't just sit there all night!
Just as she was about to ask him to lift the veil, the man, who had been staring at her without doing anything for a while, finally moved. He simply walked straight past her, picked up his nightgown, and went to the back to take a bath.
Yes, I haven't washed up yet!
Since neither of them had any, Jiang Shuifu had no choice but to wait until he finished bathing; it wouldn't be appropriate for her to go with him.
During this time, the sound of water kept coming, and her face turned red again and again, and she even forgot that she was very hungry.
She tried to stop herself from listening, and thankfully, he came out soon after.
The man, having recovered from his alcohol fumes after his bath, walked toward her with a clear purpose. He strode quickly to the bedside, and before she could react, the candlelight was extinguished. Almost simultaneously, her veil was ripped off.
In an instant, the bridal chamber was plunged into darkness. The woman on the couch nervously clutched the peanuts and red dates beside her legs. These auspicious fruits, which symbolized the early birth of a son, suddenly felt scalding hot.
It burned her fingertips until they went numb.
He's way too impatient!
She's not ready yet!
The man exuded a subtle fragrance that lingered in the small space, making Jiang Shuifu even more nervous. Why did she feel that his aura was so aggressive?
It turns out that all men at this time are the same.
His hand reached out, and she instinctively flinched back. Seeing this, he softened and continued to remove her phoenix crown and earrings, gently spreading her long black hair down. Instantly, she felt much more relaxed and comfortable.
He ran his fingers through her hair, and she felt a little embarrassed, and her stomach rumbled at that very moment.
She stammered shyly:
"I'm hungry!"
Hearing her cooing, the man immediately took his hand away and got her a plate of pastries, which he then fed to her.
She hadn't expected He Beiqing, now that he was married, to be so cunning. Luckily, she had extinguished the candles, otherwise he would have definitely laughed at her for looking at her face, which was as red as an egg.
She stopped being coy and ate the pastries he offered.
Having not eaten all day, she was extremely hungry. She ate piece after piece from his hand, trying to maintain her image by eating in small bites. However, his eyes grew increasingly dark.
Her cheeks were bulging as she ate the pastries, and she would occasionally bite the edge of his fingers, like a docile cat licking its master. He suddenly leaned down, pinned her down, and was about to bite her neck.
The woman, who was still filling her stomach, was extremely surprised. She even forgot to chew the pastries in her mouth. With him looking like this, what didn't she understand?
The real business is about to begin tonight.
She quickly chewed and swallowed, her small hand quietly supporting her against his chest: "I, I haven't taken a bath yet!"
Although the candlelight was extinguished, it did not affect the man's gaze at all. He wiped away the crumbs of pastry from her lips, rubbing them between his fingers. The crumbs that fell off were scattered on her neck, making her tremble and feel numb.
For some reason, she always felt that the man in front of her was a bit strange, a bit unusually crazy. The men on the bed were all incredibly torturous.
"He Beiqing, you don't have any weird fetishes, do you? I don't want that, I can only accept respectable people! You're a respectable person, right? If you're a little more chivalrous, I'm fine with anything..."
She thought she had made herself perfectly clear, and she didn't know how he would react. Anyway, she lowered her head completely, her face flushed red, and she didn't dare to look at him. However, the rules had to be agreed upon beforehand, otherwise, she wouldn't be willing.
Unexpectedly, when the man heard her call his name, he suddenly went berserk and bit her earlobe, a bite that caused her both pain and numbness.
Then he felt it wasn't enough...
Jiang Shuifu called out softly:
"Husband, my husband!"
This is a reminder to him not to be reckless.
The man was suddenly stunned. He seemed to be hallucinating. That "husband" sounded like it came from another world.
He should have been happy, but instead, he was consumed by jealousy, so intense that he felt like he was about to explode. His breathing became heavy, and he felt as if he wanted to destroy the world, because he knew that he had stolen it.
He took her hand and made her touch her face, her eyebrows, her nose...
Those hands were forced to keep touching him, and before long, the owner of those hands realized something was wrong, not only because of the face etched in the palms, but also because of the uncontrollable, explosive rage emanating from him.
Her hands stopped moving more and more, trembling and shaking, until she refused to touch them again.
She didn't dare to do it again.
Suddenly, without warning, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky. The lightning was so bright that it instantly illuminated the house.
Jiang Shuifu's eyes reflected a face filled with rage, a face that shocked her just as she had when they first met!
She still refused to believe it. Impossible! She must have seen wrong!
But the next moment, a familiar yet icy voice exploded in her ears:
"Crown Princess! How heartless you are!"
"Boom!"
Then came a series of thunderbolts that struck, leaving the woman he was holding speechless and completely charred and disoriented!
What did he say?!
Princess!
Even if she mistook him for someone else, she could still recognize his voice even if he turned to ashes!
It really was him, Shen Jizhao!
She can no longer deceive herself!
At this very moment, the man she was sharing her wedding night with was none other than Shen Jizhao!
It took Jiang Shuifu a good while to process what was happening, and her soul seemed to leave her body for a moment before she suddenly stood up and slapped him across the face. Then she pushed him away, staggered back, clutching her perfectly intact wedding dress tightly, and angrily rebuked him: "Despicable!"
Shen Jizhao let her hit him, and a five-finger mark quickly appeared on his face. He didn't care; instead, he smiled and asked her:
"Finally, I hear you call me 'my husband' again! Do I look good in this? It's your favorite red!"
Jiang Shuifu felt deeply humiliated, her body trembling uncontrollably, her eyes red as a rabbit's, and she struggled desperately to hold back her tears and show weakness in front of this beast.
Her shoulders trembled, tears welled up but didn't fall, and she cowered in the corner, looking just like a pitiful cat.
Her appearance made Shen Jizhao's heart clench painfully. The groom was him? Was it really that hard to accept? She actually felt insulted!
He felt a surge of blood rising in his throat, he was furious, and the metallic taste of blood kept lingering around his mouth. He struggled with all his might to keep it from spitting out.
If she gets dirty from the spray, she'll be even more frightened and probably hide under the covers and won't come out.
He was about to get off the bed to calm her down when the woman, who had been terrified and dared not even extend her toes an inch, suddenly spoke up: "What did you do to him?"
Shen Jizhao thought she would continue to scold him or hit him, but she actually asked about He Beiqing!
She was worried about him!
Shen Jizhao, who was about to get off the bed, abruptly turned his legs and knelt down in front of her. He wiped away her tears with unrestrained force; her tears could only be shed for him.
Her eyes were red from being wiped, making her look even more pitiful. He sneered fiercely:
"Ha, you really are protecting him! You've challenged my bottom line, my limits, time and time again! I've let you go, I've cherished you! Yet you've trampled my heart into the ground. Do you even remember what I once said..."
He reminded her, word by word, "If anyone dares to marry you..."
That very night, the head fell to the ground!
Jiang Shuifu was struck dumb by his words. Her head spun and went numb, and her eyes rolled back for a moment.
Shen Jizhao took in her expression, his eyes narrowing sharply before he spoke with great compassion:
"But don't worry, I will let you see him one last time, and let him tell you in person whose man he is and what he has done!"
Shen Jizhao's words filled her with fear, but also a hint of doubt, causing her eyes to furrow involuntarily.
What did he mean by that?
After speaking, he got off the bed, lit the lamp, and the dragon and phoenix candles had already been smashed on the ground and broken into several pieces.
A moment later, there was a knock on the door. Still in a daze, Jiang Shuifu mustered all her strength to get off the bed and open the door for him.
She preemptively forced a smile: "Are you late? Did he stop you?"
The person's head drooped lower and lower until his face was completely obscured.
He had already taken off his red wedding attire, and what appeared before her was his usual bamboo-green round-necked robe.
There's absolutely no sign of them getting married!
Seeing this, nothing more needed to be said. Jiang Shuifu laughed self-deprecatingly.
"So that's how it is! There was never a wedding from beginning to end, and the marriage was a complete hoax!"
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Author's Note: La la la, let's drag the second male lead to the crematorium! [Clown]
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