Chapter 262: Chapter 110: Heart’s Delight (Part 2)

"You clueless little rascal! Can’t you see we have guests? Go to the street and buy some meat pies, or maybe some meat buns, sesame flatbreads, and fried dough sticks. Just get a variety. Your sister and Dashan arrived early; they must not have eaten. Pick out something hot and hurry back."

Chen De’an speechlessly held out his hand. "Mother, the money?"

He complained, "Mother, I’m a person, not a centipede. I only have two hands. How am I supposed to carry all that?"

"Don’t you have a brain? Can’t you take a basket? If that’s not enough, take the ox-cart!"

Kicked out of the house, Chen De’an felt the half-tael of silver in his hand and once again lamented, ’Why was I born the wrong gender!’

’If he were a girl, his mother would never have the heart to treat him this way.’

’She orders me around like livestock, without any regard for my status. I’m the eldest son and heir of the Chen family!’

Sullen and resentful, Chen De’an, the eldest son of the Chen family, went to buy breakfast.

Zhao Jing led Chen Wanqing by the hand toward the back courtyard.

Chen Wanqing tried to pull her hand away. "My parents and Dashan are watching."

"They can’t see. I’m hiding our hands with my sleeve."

Once they finally reached the back courtyard, Zhao Jing’s pace quickened. He took large strides, pulling Chen Wanqing into the room.

The door slammed shut behind her with a BANG, pressing her back tight against it. Just as Chen Wanqing was about to ask Jing what he was doing, a handsome face swooped down toward her.

Zhao Jing pressed his forehead against hers, his breath instantly turning hot. He held her in a tight embrace, burying his head in the crook of her neck with the force of a drowning man clinging to his last piece of driftwood. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

As Chen Wanqing caught his fresh, clean scent, she couldn’t help but hug him back. "Do you have to be so dramatic? We were only apart for one night."

"Since you’ve never loved me, Sister, you naturally wouldn’t know what it feels like to ache for the one you hold dear."

Zhao Jing used to be cautious and restrained. He would weigh every single word he said to her, over and over again. Only after being certain he wouldn’t expose his true feelings, certain she wouldn’t sense anything amiss, would he finally utter the words that had rolled on his tongue a million times.

But after their wedding, she grew more and more indulgent toward him, and he, in turn, became more and more uninhibited.

He became so uninhibited that he stopped hiding his feelings, wishing he could just carve his heart out to show her.

He now preferred to be direct, wanting only for her to see the heart that burned so fiercely for her.

Zhao Jing’s breathing grew ragged. He moved closer, the tip of his nose gently nuzzling her cool cheeks and nose as he gazed deeply into her eyes.

Chen Wanqing had never expected that after only one night apart, she would be greeted by a Zhao Jing who was so bold and unrestrained, one who made no effort to hide his love for her.

’Doesn’t he blush when he says words like "love" and "dearest"?’

’How could he say things that made her blush and her heart pound, all without so much as a change in his own expression?’

’Why couldn’t she do the same?’

Chen Wanqing’s cheeks burned.

’She knew this heat wasn’t from the cold, nor was it the beginnings of frostbite. It was because Zhao Jing’s gaze was so scorching that it made her body temperature rise, turning her face bright red.’

’How was she supposed to respond to this?’

Chen Wanqing’s thoughts were in a turmoil.

’But whatever she was going to say, she certainly couldn’t do it in this position.’

Chen Wanqing lifted her gaze slightly, looking at the heavily breathing Jing before her. "Let go of me first, we need to talk... Mmph."

Chen Wanqing never got to say the rest, because her mouth was fiercely captured by his.

A hot tongue swept past her lips and teeth, invading with the force of a conquering army, refusing to yield a single inch.

It wasn’t as if they’d never kissed before. In this very room, on the canopy bed just a short distance away, they had embraced and kissed in the dead of night, limbs entangled.

But that was in the dead of night, with the room pitch-black. They had even been hidden under the covers.

Like thieves, they had explored each other’s bodies with abandon, their passion culminating in a tangle of tongues.

Even on the night they returned to the Zhao Village, though her monthly visitor had arrived and they couldn’t consummate their marriage, Jing hadn’t spared her.

He had caressed every inch of her exposed skin, breathing his hot breath against her until it seemed to seep into her very pores.

But all of that had happened late at night, in corners hidden from prying eyes.

Now, however, it was broad daylight, and the window to her left was wide open.

If they made the slightest noise, the people in the front courtyard might hear them.

’And her mother might come looking for her at any moment, asking if she was tired from the day before, if she planned on heading back today, or if they needed to make lunch for her...’