Pampered By All In Different Planes-Chapter 170 - : The Lucky Farmer is at Ease, While the Husband with No Heirs is Busy Pursuing His Wife 30
Chapter 170: Chapter 170: The Lucky Farmer is at Ease, While the Husband with No Heirs is Busy Pursuing His Wife 30
Su Zhiruan closed her eyes, leaned against the carriage, and peacefully fell asleep; below her was a lantern that had gone out, a large cloak neatly folded beside her. Her slender wrists looked very white against her dark emerald long dress, exposed from the empty sleeves, while outside the carriage window, the wind and snow howled, yet she slept soundly.
There was a small stove in the carriage, and given the compact space, it wasn’t cold.
After Fu Huaichu boarded the carriage, just one glance was enough for the maid, who immediately understood when she saw the jade pendant at his waist and briskly stepped down from the carriage.
At this moment, in the not-so-large carriage, only Fu Huaichu and the sleeping Su Zhiruan remained. He sat beside her and quietly watched her.
Undeniably, when he had seen Su Zhiruan standing with the Third Prince earlier, he had felt a great discomfort. Watching the scene of her happily chatting with his brother, from a standpoint not even of friendship, stirred a surge of emotions inside him, as if countless jars of vinegar had been overturned in his chest.
Perhaps he was too engrossed in his observation, and just then, Su Zhiruan felt as if someone was watching her in her sleep. Her eyelashes quivered slightly before she slowly opened her eyes, and upon realizing the situation, her gaze met Fu Huaichu’s.
“Fu Huaichu?” she immediately sat up, her hair tousled upward. Waking up to find Fu Huaichu was the last thing Su Zhiruan had expected. She quickly scanned her surroundings; this was still her carriage, but the maid who had been sitting beside her had now been replaced by him. Now fully awake, she straightened up, “Why is the Crown Prince in my carriage?”
Seeing her wary expression, and even subtly moving away from him, a nameless anger surged in Fu Huaichu. He coldly said, “Does Miss Su fear me so much? Just now, I saw you chatting and laughing with another man, and you seemed happy, but now that it’s me, you’re so guarded. I won’t bite.”
Su Zhiruan turned to look at him, and after a moment, she unexpectedly felt… a hint of sourness in Fu Huaichu’s words?
She tentatively asked, “Then, why does the Crown Prince seek me out in the middle of the night?”
Fu Huaichu, however, did not answer; he just quietly looked at her. Then, as shock gradually filled Su Zhiruan’s eyes, he reached out and took off his large cloak, casually tossing it beside him.
“Wait… Fu Huaichu—”
Su Zhiruan scooted back, but at that moment, she realized there was no further escape; her back pressed against the chilly wood of the carriage as she watched Fu Huaichu lower his gaze and then start to unfasten his outer garment. His state was so calm it was frightening.
Only Su Zhiruan knew that beneath that seemingly composed expression, his heart might have already started to spiral into madness, glimpses of which could be detected deep in his eyes.
“It’s freezing cold, and given the Crown Prince’s noble stature, perhaps you should put your clothes back on first?” Su Zhiruan saw him unbuttoning his garment and hurriedly managed a mild smile. Now in the carriage, with Fu Huaichu calmly shedding two layers, even she, usually so composed, found herself momentarily dumbstruck, unsure of what to say next.
As she retreated, Fu Huaichu advanced. His tall, leggy frame quickly shrank the already cramped space. Su Zhiruan watched as the distance between them grew increasingly smaller until, eventually, they were only inches apart.
As the man got closer, Su Zhiruan could even smell a faint scent of sandalwood from him. When she slightly raised her eyes, she found herself completely enveloped in his gaze, tightly encased, unable to escape even if she wanted to. Fu Huaichu, leisurely and carefully, held her shoulder, gently stroking it.
“Ruanruan, if he can, why can’t I?” His voice was soft and hoarse, carrying an inevitable sigh mingled with some madness and an unquestionable certainty, “Look at me, why can’t I? We are clearly made for each other.”
Fu Huaichu’s grip on her shoulder grew increasingly stronger, his eyes turning redder. At that moment, in the bustling Capital City, the cold and ruthless Crown Prince, having just sent Fu Huaizhong back to the Third Prince’s Residence, found himself overwhelmed with confusion and helplessness.
Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was the image of Su Zhiruan and his brother together in the storm, both dressed in large white cloaks, with his royal brother holding an umbrella, smiling and chatting with her. Their joyful laughter made them look just like a newlywed couple, or a pair of loving sweethearts, whereas he, in his black robe, stood out in the snow, seeming completely out of place, as if he were the outsider.
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“We are husband and wife, married openly and honorably before witnesses! We have Zhezhi and Zheye, our two children! Back then, we farmed together, cooked together, you even changed my dressings… We are the true husband and wife! Why, why do you look at others, smile at another?!”
He stared intently at Su Zhiruan, unrelenting in observing any of her expressions, any of her gazes. In this moment, the distance between them was once again diminished.
“I—”
Su Zhiruan shifted slightly, her face growing redder. At that moment, she could even feel his warm breath, his throat moving. They were too close, and she was nearly crashing into his gaze. She turned to the side, trying to evade.
But this movement, in Fu Huaichu’s eyes, signified her unwillingness to get close to him, even an innate disgust for him.
When this thought crossed his mind, Fu Huaichu’s mind “exploded” in an instant.
“Ruanruan, you hate me, you despise me, don’t you?” His eyes instantly reddened, and with this thought, he felt as if the whole world meant nothing in an instant.
Su Zhiruan’s eyes widened, just about to explain, but in the next second, she was forcefully pinned against the carriage—
Outside the carriage, the wind howled and the snow drifted down steadily.
Inside the carriage, Fu Huaichu leaned down and moved closer to her lips, constantly shifting back and forth, deep and shallow.
Their lips and teeth intertwined, his hands constantly roaming, “Ruanruan, you cannot despise me, nor can you leave me.”
While kissing her, he spoke in a soft voice, Su Zhiruan’s light pink lipstick smeared all over by his touch, her hairpin falling from the bun with a crisp sound, ending up tangled at their feet.
“Initially, I was worried you would be scared of me, afraid that my relentless pursuit would frighten you. I wanted to take it slow, to gradually make my way into your life and that of Zhezhi and Zheye,” Fu Huaichu’s movements continued, even hinting at progressing further, while Su Zhiruan stretch out her hand to stop him, he intertwined his fingers with hers and pinned them aside, “But you cannot fall in love with someone else. I always thought I was a very generous person, but it wasn’t until today that I realized I was wrong, terribly wrong. Ruanruan, even if you speak to another man, just a single word, it torments me, and I get insanely jealous!”
