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Grown up?
Isn’t this a bit sensational and rather sudden?
However, now that everyone is adults, they could engage in some adult activities.
Moreover, they have been married for so many years.
Jiang Mixia reached out and pulled the blanket closer around her.
A night of turmoil.
When Jiang Mixia opened her eyes, she felt sore all over.
Song Jingyun sensed the movement beside him and saw his wife.
Her face like a peach blossom, eyes like apricots, with a misty gaze. Especially with those cherry-like lips, appearing sweet and enticing.
Song Jingyun couldn’t help but lick his lips, savoring the moment.
Such matters often lead to an addictive indulgence, hard to resist.
Song Jingyun reached out, “My wife, I…”
Don’t come over!
Rubbing her aching waist, Jiang Mixia halted Song Jingyun and sternly glared at him. “What do you mean I? It’s already late. Quickly get up, you need to go to the academy to study. If you’re late, the master will surely scold you.”
Looking bewildered, Song Jingyun replied, “But… I’ve already finished the coursework the master will lecture on next month.”
“If Zhucui and Chengmao see, it would be so embarrassing!” Jiang Mixia continued to argue.
“How about I send them out for a stroll?” Song Jingyun suggested, tilting his head.
“My… my body isn’t feeling well.”
“Then a kiss from me might make it better…”
Jiang Mixia, “…”
Is this still the obedient and well-behaved husband from before? In just a day, has he transformed into a complete and utter troublemaker?
“My dear… don’t you want to?”
Leaning in closer, Song Jingyun whispered softly in Jiang Mixia’s ear.
The warm breath he exhaled tickled her ear.
Moreover, due to the exhaustion of the night, Song Jingyun’s normally deep voice carried a husky undertone, radiating charm.
From Jiang Mixia’s vantage point, she could just catch a glimpse of Song Jingyun’s toned physique beneath his loose garment, revealing only half of his well-defined contours…
Oh no!
Despite spending his days studying, one would expect Song Jingyun to be lean, but instead, he had visibly muscular yet subtly sculpted physique, perfectly proportioned.
Jiang Mixia felt a bit flustered by the sight, quickly raising her head, only to catch a glimpse of Song Jingyun’s prominent Adam’s apple rolling slightly as he swallowed…
Help!
The allure of a man is truly captivating!
…
Song Jingyun didn’t leave until after finishing lunch.
As he stepped outside, he appeared lively and spirited.
Jiang Mixia, on the other hand, felt incredibly drowsy after lunch and decided to take a nap.
Upon waking to some rustling noises, she opened her eyes to see a smiling Song Jingyun by her side.
“My Wife, it’s late. Let’s retire early…” he suggested.
Jiang Mixia, “…”
Retire my foot!—
Early December.
The academic workload grew heavier.
The year-end exams at the academy were scheduled for the fifteenth day of the twelfth month. During this period, students worked even harder, striving for good results in the final exam of the year.
Song Jingyun was no exception.
He extended his study time by an additional fifteen minutes.
The strain of studying, coupled with Song Jingyun’s recent endeavors…
In any case, Jiang Mixia felt that Song Jingyun needed some nourishment, so she instructed Zhucui to prepare daily meals that were not only delicious but also nutritious.
If she could cook them herself, she did; if not, she would buy directly from the restaurant.
Zhucui and Chengmao, the siblings, understood the importance of studying and exams for a scholar, so they took great care in planning daily meals, managing household chores efficiently, sparing Jiang Mixia and Song Jingyun any extra worries.
During this period, Mrs. Niu paid particular attention to Zhang Yaosheng’s diet, bringing back different dishes daily.
The meals varied each day and were exceptionally delicious. During this time, Zhang Yaosheng didn’t dine at the academy but came home every day to eat.
Seeing Zhang Yaosheng daily made Mrs. Niu happy, reinforcing her belief that working as a dishwasher at the Babao Square was a wise decision.
The owner of the Babao Square was exceptionally kind. Leftover food and soup from customers were available for their staff to take home as long as they didn’t mind. These leftovers were from the Babao Square, where even a simple dish could cost quite a sum. Mrs. Niu had no qualms about taking them; as long as there were leftovers, regardless of their appearance, she brought them home.
If lucky, Mrs. Niu could sometimes bring back untouched dishes.
However, fearing that Zhang Yaosheng might be disgusted thinking they were leftovers with saliva, she didn’t dare to tell him the truth. Instead, she claimed they were leftovers from cooking, then stewed together by the kitchen staff to create a mixed dish for the staff to take home.
Zhang Yaosheng was delighted and thought highly of the Babao Square’s owner, enjoying the food even more and finding it delicious.
“The Babao Square’s chef is truly skilled. Try this piece of chicken, it’s said to be enriched with herbs like dang gui and astragalus, very nourishing. And the lamb soup has some medicinal herbs too.”
Mrs. Niu hurriedly served dishes to Zhang Yaosheng.
Watching Mrs. Niu eat and serve him, Zhang Yaosheng felt a bit uncomfortable and moved his bowl back, “You should eat too.”
He then handed a piece of lotus root to Zhang Daya, “You should eat too.”
With the family eating well, Zhang Daya’s cheeks had filled out a bit, showing the chubby cheeks typical of a child.
This brought comfort to Zhang Yaosheng, who now wore a faint smile on his face.
Zhang Yaosheng urged her to eat and smiled at her…
Mrs. Niu was overjoyed, raising her eyebrows as she ate, “Speaking of which, a few days ago while I was busy in the kitchen, I encountered the little maid from that lady Jiang’s household.”
“I initially thought she was there to buy food from the Babao Square, but after wandering around, she returned empty-handed. I reckon the food here was too expensive for her, so she couldn’t afford it.”
“They say that lady Jiang ‘s family is wealthy, but I think otherwise. Otherwise, why wouldn’t they even buy food from the Babao Square?”
There was some truth in her words.
Zhang Yaosheng paused briefly in his eating, “In the end, it’s someone else’s business; perhaps we shouldn’t discuss it too much.”
Gossiping behind someone’s back was unbecoming, especially considering Mrs. Niu was his wife. If anyone saw her engaging in such talk, it would be a blow to his reputation.
Despite his words, Zhang Yaosheng didn’t seem displeased.
It appeared that the family Song Jingyun married into wasn’t as impressive as some claimed, not as well-off as believed.
Suddenly, Zhang Yaosheng felt that perhaps the differences between people weren’t as vast as he once thought.
Mrs. Niu, however, just shrugged, unimpressed.
They had once pretended to be so well-off, but in reality, they were just average. The mere thought of it was oddly satisfying.
How could she truly be content if she couldn’t share this bit of delight with others?