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“If you were sleepwalking, then I’m going to your heart, Husband, mwah.”
“What if I kill people when I sleepwalk?”
The man’s voice was cold, with the familiar scent of cedarwood and sandalwood. Jin Zhao knew it was Wei Ting. She reached up and held his wrist.
“The truth is, my shoulders ached from sleeping on the floor. Is it wrong to go downstairs to stretch?”
Wei Ting hadn’t planned on staying at the old house overnight; he could just fool the old master.
He was also curious what Wei Sheng had done and said to Jin Zhao that night to cause such a change in her personality.
It only took one night for her to reveal her true colors.
“Anything else?” Wei Ting looked down at her. Her neck was slender and soft; he could feel the rhythm of her pulse beating under his grip—fragile.
Jin Zhao didn’t know where his habit of choking people when he was unhappy came from. He really thought he was a cool, domineering CEO.
“I met your father downstairs…” Jin Zhao felt the crux of the matter lay with Wei Sheng. Wei Ting was full of rage, so she immediately changed her words.
“I met Mr. Wei. He asked me how I was considering things, and I said I hit my head and didn’t remember anything before, so he let me go.”
Jin Zhao accidentally touched the light switch, and the bedroom was instantly brightly lit.
Wei Ting was very close to her, his faint cedarwood scent enveloping her.
Jin Zhao’s line of sight was level with the collar of the man’s bathrobe, which was loosely pulled open, revealing his pale skin.
She wanted to slap herself. Jin Zhao, Jin Zhao, even now, you can’t change this lustful habit.
“What did you need to consider?” Wei Ting looked down at her.
Jin Zhao was like a bitter person; she couldn’t explain. “I already said I hit my head and have no memory. You know that. I told you first.”
She raised her hand and swore, “If what I said is false, may I be plagued by bad luck and struck by lightning.”
“I don’t believe in ghosts and gods.” Wei Ting’s eyes were cold.
“Then may I go bankrupt and never be able to afford another luxury item again. Is that okay?” Jin Zhao looked up and met his gaze seriously.
“It’s because you made me sleep on the floor. I couldn’t sleep, so I went downstairs. I shouldn’t have gone out; I almost died of fright. He appeared behind me like a ghost.”
“And then you choked me as soon as I came in. I’m just an amnesiac patient with a blank mind.” Jin Zhao held his finger. “If you do this again, I’m really going to sue you for mental damages!”
Wei Ting also felt baffled. He actually thought that, for Jin Zhao, that oath was more believable than being struck by lightning. He released his grip and walked to the bed.
“If you want to live peacefully, don’t have anything to do with him.”
Jin Zhao had been scared twice and was now completely obedient. She sat obediently on her makeshift bed.
“Oh.”
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“Okay, actually, I’m also curious what he wanted me to consider, but I really can’t remember.”
After all this commotion, she was wide awake.
Wei Ting was standing by the bed, about to change clothes, when he turned and saw Jin Zhao leaning forward, lying on the edge of the bed, her voice deliberately lowered.
“Husband! I guessed it.”
“What?” Wei Ting looked down at her.
Jin Zhao propped herself up on the bed, supporting her face. The soft flesh on her cheeks was squeezed and deformed.
She said nonchalantly, “Could it be that he’s plotting against me? Like, because he has a bad relationship with you, he wants to humiliate you through me…”
“After all, I am indeed very beautiful, and I’m your legally wedded wife, but this is too beastly.”
It’s not something that can be written in an ordinary novel, a taboo and immoral series, but it’s quite normal in a po-wen. (Po-wen is a type of online Chinese fiction)
“Reason.” Wei Ting was already treating it as a joke.
Jin Zhao tilted her head to look at him. “That’s how it’s written in books. It’s no coincidence.”
Besides, she was the vicious female supporting character. (nüèwén, abuse novels) love to insert some disgusting and bizarre gossip and affairs into the female supporting character’s story, as if that proves how miserable the character is.
“Ugh…” Jin Zhao shivered.
Wei Ting changed his clothes and looked at the person on the edge of the bed still lost in thought, successfully disgusting herself.
This behavior either meant she was a great actress or she had really hit her head.
“Read some proper books, not this garbage.”
“Huh? Where are you going? It’s still the middle of the night.”
Wei Ting took his coat and walked towards the door. “I’m going to the study.”
“Won’t Grandpa find out if you do that?”
Jin Zhao thought this man was a workaholic; he couldn’t sleep in bed and had to be surrounded by work in the study to sleep peacefully.
Seeing her innocent expression, Wei Ting said calmly, “If I was doing something, it’s over now.”
“Can I go to bed then?!”
This was what Jin Zhao cared about most.
“Suit yourself.”
The door closed from the outside. Jin Zhao quickly climbed onto the large bed. The bedsheets still had Wei Ting’s faint scent, but she wasn’t a neat freak, so she pulled the blanket over herself.
“Wait.” Jin Zhao suddenly remembered Wei Ting’s last words, “If I was doing something, it’s over now.” Her face flushed.
“Dog man, saying such suggestive things out of nowhere!”
She turned over to continue sleeping. Perhaps because of the fright, her sleep was light, and she had a dream.
In the dream, Wei Ting was still wearing that black bathrobe, his collar open, revealing his broad shoulders and narrow waist, and his thin muscles weren’t jarring.
“Where were you?”
Wei Ting grabbed her neck and pressed her against the door, his voice cold and abstinent.
Jin Zhao felt that she wasn’t someone who liked forced love; why would she dream of being choked while… doing something inappropriate for children.
Wei Ting even made her back press against the door, lowering his voice and asking, “Do you think they can hear you outside?”
! Help!
Jin Zhao suddenly sat up from the bed, quickly checking if her nightgown was still properly on. Seeing that there was no “other person” on the bed, she was relieved.
She tugged at her hair and began to reflect on why she had such a dream.
She swore that when she was choked last night, she definitely hadn’t thought wrong, not at all! She hadn’t even read any erotic fiction before bed!
“It’s noon, still not getting up?”
The man’s low, hoarse morning voice came from the room. Jin Zhao suddenly looked up and saw Wei Ting standing in front of the full-length mirror, tying his tie.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist, the suit perfectly tailored. The very image of abstinence.
“When did you come back? Was it cold in the study last night?” Jin Zhao nervously looked away.
Wei Ting finished dressing and glanced at the person who had been restless while sleeping, rolling around in bed.
“When you were sleeptalking, you kept saying ‘no’ several times.”
Jin Zhao pinched her thigh, her eyes teary as she comforted herself, “It’s impossible, it must have been a dream.”
“It wasn’t a dream?!” Jin Zhao cried out in pain. “Then I’m doomed.”
As soon as she finished speaking, the maid knocked on the door. Wei Ting let them in to clean the room.
Jin Zhao quickly got out of bed, but the dream from last night left her aching and weak. As soon as her feet touched the carpet, she knelt straight down on it.
Before she could get up, a cold, mocking voice came from above.
“We don’t have the custom of kneeling for morning greetings in our family.”
Die, does her family have such a vulgar custom?
When Jin Zhao went downstairs for breakfast, she saw the maid talking to the old master. Hearing the commotion, the old master looked at her and Wei Ting, his eyes full of relief.
As soon as she sat down, Xu Shuli sat beside her. Jin Zhao asked, “Why is the atmosphere so strange?”
Xu Shuli looked mysterious. “Sister-in-law, we all understand. Aching back, weak legs, messy bedsheets; it’s normal for newlyweds to be intimate.”
Jin Zhao pointed at herself and Wei Ting incredulously. Intimate? Was it the suffocating feeling of being choked?
She should call the police; there are people with unusual fetishes here.
“You don’t know how red your face was when you came downstairs; what’s that word…?” Xu Shuli continued to tease.
“Radiant.”