Wen Tang didn’t even have time to react before she was hoisted over the shoulder of a tall man and carried away.  

When she finally processed what was happening, she struggled. “You… put me down!” She thought she could walk just fine—being carried like this was hardly dignified.  

Gu Yanli, assuming she was still itching for a fight, calmly reasoned, “It’s our wedding day. Don’t make a scene.”  

Knowing Wen Tang had a fiery temper, he quickly added, “You’re the elder here.”  

Wen Tang: “…”  

Then she remembered.  

The original owner of this body wasn’t in love with the male lead—she was infatuated with the male lead’s nephew.  

Because compared to the cold and aloof male lead, the nephew was gentle and refined, making him popular among young women.  

The original owner was no exception.  

But the nephew was a blockhead, dodging women more fiercely than cockroaches.  

Unable to break through his defenses and seeing that he was about to get married soon, the original owner decided to force the issue—even if she couldn’t make him hers, she’d trap him with her reputation.  

So she seized an opportunity and sneaked into the nephew’s bed.  

Except… she climbed into the wrong bed.  

She ended up in the male lead’s.  

And the male lead was willing to marry her.  

Caught in the act in front of everyone, she had no choice but to wed him.  

But her heart still longed for the nephew!  

Even after marriage, she couldn’t let go, constantly trying to seduce him—until the male lead finally abandoned her.  

On the wedding day, she was still seething with resentment.  

She blamed Chi Yue’s original self for stealing her spot. So that morning, before even stepping through the door, she lunged at Chi Yue and started a fight.  

Chi Yue, of course, didn’t just stand there and take it.  

And so, the two brawled.  

Wen Tang: “I was really shameless!”  

Soon, Gu Yanli carried her back to their room.  

After setting her down carefully on the bed, he instructed, “Stay here for a while. Don’t go looking for Jingshen’s wife again.”  

He turned to leave but paused at the door, asking, “Are you hungry?”  

Wen Tang nodded.  

The original owner had woken up at the crack of dawn, and then she’d fought with Chi Yue at the entrance—though it was mostly just shouting, that still took a lot of energy.  

Seeing her nod, Gu Yanli said, “I’ll get you something to eat.”  

He was already at the door, but he still couldn’t resist adding, “Don’t go looking for Jingshen’s wife.”  

This time, Wen Tang played the obedient role perfectly. “Mhm, I got it.”  

Hmph, a troublemaker?

She was going to be a flirt.

Her soft “Mhm” made Gu Yanli’s Adam’s apple bob before he stepped out of the bridal chamber.  

Not long after, Gu Yanli returned with a bowl of braised pork. Seeing her still sitting obediently on the edge of the bed, his expression softened slightly.  

He set the bowl on a small table and placed it in front of her. “Try it. If you don’t like it, I’ll get you something else.”  

“Okay, thank you, gege (Brother),” Wen Tang replied politely.  

She had always been a well-mannered girl.  

But then—  

Thud!

The table nearly toppled over as Gu Yanli stumbled, but he managed to catch it—and the bowl of braised pork—just in time.  

No sooner had the table steadied than startled gasps came from the next room.  

“Xiao Yue, the… the wedding guests haven’t even left yet—” A flustered male voice stammered in panic.  

Wen Tang’s eyes instantly sparkled with interest.

She immediately turned back into a gecko and plastered herself against the wall again.  

But just as she pressed her ear to it, she was yanked away.  

Gu Yanli’s ears were tinged red. “The meat will get cold soon.”  

Wen Tang glanced at the bowl of meat, then back at the wall. There was meat on the other side too! 

Still, eavesdropping wasn’t exactly dignified.  

She stretched her arms. “I… I was just stretching. It’ll help me eat more meat.”  

Gu Yanli nodded. “Mm, eat more.”  

The more she ate, the more energy she’d have.  

Next door, Chi Yue climbed off Lin Jingshen, whose face was flushed red, patted her stomach, and said, “I’m starving. Got any food?”  

“My legs went weak from hunger.”  

Lin Jingshen: “…”  

So she had stumbled and pinned him down because her legs gave out from hunger, not because…  

His face burned even hotter.  

He was the shameless one here.

“I… I’ll go get you some food,” he stammered before fleeing like a startled rabbit.  

He returned quickly, lingering at the door, gripping the frame as he asked in a small voice, “Do… do you want wine?”  

“If you do, I… I can bring you a bottle.”  

Chi Yue: “…”  

Thoughtful. But also… overly thoughtful.

“Thanks—” but no thanks.

She never got to finish, because the moment she said “Thanks,” Lin Jingshen bolted off again.  

Chi Yue: I’m never being abstract again.

People in this era couldn’t handle even the slightest hint of innuendo. Wahhh.

Mourning internally, Chi Yue thumped the wall plastered with red double-happiness stickers—she didn’t dare hit anything else, afraid she’d just end up with a fistful of mud.  

The dull thuds against the wall immediately drew Wen Tang over, bowl in hand.  

Gu Yanli had already left—because Wen Tang had told him, “Gege, you go ahead. I can take care of myself.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he forced himself to walk away. If he stayed any longer, he’d embarrass himself even more.  

Who called someone “gege” like that, one breath after another?  

And he was the kind of man who could march ten kilometers without breaking a sweat!  

With Gu Yanli gone, Wen Tang happily carried her bowl to the wall and sang, “Under the bridge by the door—”

“Quack quack quack!!!”

Only after hearing Chi Yue’s duck-like response did she dare speak freely. “Damn, Xiao Yue, you’re wild!”  

She then raised a fragrant piece of braised pork. “Want some?”  

…Before promptly stuffing it into her own mouth.  

Chi Yue, still pressed against the wall with her mouth open, nearly got a faceful of dust before remembering there was a wall between them.  

“You’re already eating meat?” Chi Yue asked.  

Wen Tang chewed the juicy pork and shook her head. “This meat isn’t that meat.”

“Heh heh,” she snickered, her grin as shameless as could be.  

Chi Yue laughed too. “Oh ho ho, you little rascal, even this kind of setup works for you?”  

“Veteran driver, take me for a ride~” Wen Tang hummed through a mouthful of food.