Chapter 2: Are You Taking Revenge on Me on Purpose!

“I-I-I’m a little scared!”

Su Yunqi’s face turned pale with fright, and she suddenly remembered what her mother had told her:

“Wo Bao (my treasure), don’t be afraid. Every little girl goes through this. Lu Zhao is tall and strong, so don’t be stubborn with him. Just speak softly and gently beg him. That way, you’ll suffer less, and he might feel some pity for you.”

Su Yunqi was wearing the wedding dress that Lu Zhao had specially bought for her today—a bright red gown with a small cape. It was stunningly beautiful.

Even though Su Yunqi was scared, she still obediently raised her hands to cooperate.

As she looked at her, Lu Zhao couldn’t help but click his tongue in amazement.

He had been prepared for Su Yunqi to slap him, but she didn’t. For a moment, Lu Zhao was genuinely surprised.

One of his hands was still supporting the back of Su Yunqi’s head.

Lu Zhao asked hoarsely: “Why are you being so obedient today? Not resisting?”

“If I resist, will you not touch me?” Su Yunqi asked back, her big round eyes wide open, and her cheeks flushed bright red.

Now that they were face to face, even the boldest girl would feel shy.

“Of course not. You’re my wife now. Touching my wife is only natural!” Lu Zhao said with firm conviction, that familiar domineering air of his showing again. With his strong, muscular build, his words left no room for argument.

“Hmph, then why did you even ask me?” Su Yunqi instinctively pouted, but then felt that it wasn’t ladylike enough, so she quickly tried to smooth her lips back into a less stubborn expression.

She looked timidly at Lu Zhao, then reached out and gently grabbed his arm, her voice soft and sweet as she acted spoiled. “I’m afraid it will hurt, Lu Zhao. Be gentle, okay? Don’t bully me.”

To hear this spoiled little girl plead with him like that again in his lifetime—Lu Zhao felt a surge of satisfaction in his heart. He lowered his head and kissed the small mouth he had dreamed of for so long.

Though he said nothing, his movements were incredibly gentle.

Su Yunqi was far too embarrassed to look. She closed her eyes, letting Lu Zhao hold her. Then, all of a sudden, a wave of pain hit her.

She instinctively struggled, and then…

Lu Zhao looked at himself in awkward silence.

This big man clenched his teeth, feeling both ashamed and furious. His honey-colored face flushed dark red, and he wished he could kill himself and start over.

As the pain faded, Su Yunqi turned back into a curious little kitten. She secretly peeked open her eyes.

Remembering what her mother had told her, Su Yunqi suddenly understood.

She tilted her head innocently and said,

“Lu Zhao, you’re so fast!”

“But it didn’t hurt much. That’s great!”

Su Yunqi beamed with delight. Luckily, Lu Zhao was not very capable—it hadn’t hurt much, and she thought it was still bearable.

“……”

When Lu Zhao heard that, his face darkened even more, like the bottom of a pot. Humiliated and angry, he barked in a rough voice: “Shut up!”

“You’ll be crying soon enough!”

And just as expected, Su Yunqi didn’t disappoint—she burst into tears with a loud “wah”.

She gripped the flesh on Lu Zhao’s waist tightly. “It hurts so much! Are you taking revenge on me on purpose? Lu Zhao, I was wrong, I’ll never make fun of you again, wuwuwu.”

“Too late!”

Lu Zhao leaned down and kissed her, trying to soothe this little crybaby.

Even though Lu Zhao was very considerate of Su Yunqi, it was their first time, and their body sizes didn’t quite match—so it was inevitable that Su Yunqi had to suffer a little.

Fortunately, Lu Zhao only did it once. He spent the rest of the night coaxing his teary little wife.

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The next morning, neither of them could get out of bed.

Lu Zhao was the youngest of eight brothers. All the older ones were already married—his eldest and second eldest brothers even had sons as old as Lu Zhao himself.

With so many people, they obviously couldn’t all live under the same roof. Although Lu Zhao hadn’t married yet at the time, all his elder brothers had already moved out, so he was assigned a place too.

This newlywed house was built with his own money. It had blue bricks and green tiles, it only had two rooms, but a full kitchen and everything else—separated from the main house.

Although Father Su and Mother Su initially arranged the marriage to keep their daughter out of trouble, they had done their due diligence. As long as Lu Zhao treated their daughter well and wouldn’t have a hard life, then that’s enough for them.

And to be fair, Father Su and Mother Su’s judgment was spot on.

Today was the first day of their Old Eight, Lu Zhao’s marriage. Normally, he should’ve brought his new wife over to show her the way around and serve tea to her parents-in-law.

Chen Cuilan hadn’t intended to make things difficult for her youngest son’s wife. But even before the wedding, Lu Zhao had already warned her in advance.

“Mom, don’t wait for us that morning. We definitely won’t be able to get up. We’ll come serve tea in the evening. Just please don’t come looking for us!”

Lu Zhao had repeatedly emphasized it. So when nine o’clock came and went with no sign of them, Chen Cuilan simply went on with her chores.

Whatever—let them do as they like.

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As a result, Su Yunqi slept all the way until one in the afternoon before waking up.

The moment she opened her eyes, she felt sore all over—especially in her lower body.

Every little movement was painful!

When she moved, Lu Zhao instinctively shifted as well, pulling her into his arms. He gently kneaded her waist, then absentmindedly let slip a sweet nothing that didn’t quite match his usual image.

“Good girl, good wife, it doesn’t hurt, doesn’t hurt.”

His voice was as rough as always, but his tone was incredibly gentle.

After he finished speaking and felt that no one was burrowing into his arms, Lu Zhao suddenly jolted awake.

Su Yunqi was lying on her side, staring straight at him with her clear black-and-white eyes, seemingly filled with grievance and silent accusation.

Lu Zhao pinched the tip of Su Yunqi’s ear, then sat up halfway in a cocky manner and raised his eyebrows at her. “What? Do you still have a problem with your man now? You better remember, I saved you! If you count this time, that’s twice now. Offering yourself to me isn’t enough—how about getting up and making me a meal?”

What a beast! He had just bullied her and now wanted her to get up and cook!

Su Yunqi glared at him, puffing up with anger. She deliberately yanked the quilt away and retreated to the corner, leaving Lu Zhao completely exposed.

Just then, both their stomachs growled in perfect unison. It was already one in the afternoon, after all—they were definitely hungry.

“Alright, alright, I’ll go cook. Su Yunqi, you should be secretly thrilled to have married a man like me who’s willing to cook!”

Lu Zhao’s hands couldn’t resist one last swipe under the covers to mess with Su Yunqi before he finally got up, got dressed, and headed to the kitchen.

Unfortunately, this village tyrant had never cooked a day in his life. He’d always eaten his mother’s food.

Master Lu toiled in the kitchen for an entire hour, yet the pot remained completely empty.

Su Yunqi was nearly fainting from hunger. Holding her stomach weakly, she dragged herself to the kitchen to find him. “Lu Zhao, are you trying to starve me to death and replace me with a new wife? If that’s what you want, you should’ve just said so—I’ll pack up and go home right now!”