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"Nothing much, just seeing you so nervous. She's just an ordinary person, right? Besides, I'm just being hospitable; why would I be afraid of this guest eating me alive?"
Yan Zhouwan made a face at her. It was Shen Muhan who had reminded her to come over, and she hadn't thought much of it. Moreover, she wasn't very familiar with Wei Jianshuang; she only knew from others that she was General Wei's daughter, rumored to be a strong woman who could rival men. The fact that Xia Muxin had known her for so long without mentioning her made Yan Zhouwan worry even more.
"Alright, help me out."
Xia Muxin understood her concerns. Although they hadn't sat down together to chat for a long time, their friendship would never change. She placed a hand on Yan Zhouwan's shoulder and said with a pained expression.
Yan Zhouwan naturally accepted without hesitation. The two exchanged smiles and walked home with their arms around each other.
Perhaps it had been too long since Su Yan-Chu had eaten Xia Muxin's cooking; he ended up eating an extra bowl of rice and two bowls of soup, his eyes filled with appreciation that didn't fade away.
Wei Jianshuang was also extremely surprised by Xia Muxin's culinary skills. She had no idea that Xia Muxin could cook so well. Watching the excited Su Yan-Chu, she suddenly felt that she really didn't know him well enough, or perhaps she had done too little for him. This thought made her feel a bit frustrated, and the delicious food in her mouth lost its flavor.
However, she didn't regret coming here. Xia Muxin was right; the responsibility lay with herself. She had learned a valuable lesson from her, and she would slowly change and integrate into his inner world.
After dinner, Su Yan-Chu and Shen Muhan sat in the courtyard playing chess while Shen Muqing took Yan Zhouwan somewhere unknown.
Xia Muxin watched the children, while Wei Jianshuang obediently sat beside Su Yan-Chu, simply watching the two play chess.
However, they did not stay for dinner because General Wei was coming, and he was arriving for dinner late. After playing a few rounds, they both got up to leave.
Before long, it was the eighth day of the second month—the wedding day of Shen Muqing and Yan Zhouwan.
Like Shen Muhan's event, it was kept very low-key. Most of the guests were villagers. Su Yan-Chu and Wei Jianshuang were also present, and surprisingly, General Wei showed up as well.
Ye Feng arrived too, accompanied by a maid-like figure. Xia Muxin clearly remembered that this person was Zhao Qiuyue from back then. She cast a puzzled glance at Shen Muhan, but Shen Muhan merely nodded and smiled at her, which reassured Xia Muxin.
Of course, Shen Yu, Su Tian, and Old Master Shen had to be present as well, but the smiles on their faces were few. Xia Muxin knew without thinking that both of her sons were exceptional individuals, yet the daughters-in-law they chose came from humble backgrounds. In ancient times, social status was highly regarded, and it was understandable that they found it hard to accept. However, Shen Muqing had acted without consulting them first, and now that the wedding was already underway, any opposition would be futile. If word got out, it would tarnish the reputation of the Shen Family.
Thus, the wedding proceeded smoothly. Yan Zhouwan had no family of her own, so Xia Muxin suggested that she recognize her parents as her godparents, which everyone at home readily agreed to. Therefore, Yan Zhouwan's maternal family became the Xia Family, a decision made well before the wedding.
Their new home was the newly built house, which had been thoroughly cleaned and furnished with everything they needed. Although understated, it was still quite splendid.
Shen Muqing was overjoyed and drank a few more cups than he should have. Even before entering the bridal chamber, he felt dizzy; his rugged face flushed red like he had applied rouge. Taking advantage of this opportunity, everyone began to tease him.
After the wedding ceremony, Yan Zhouwan was led into the new house. At this moment, the red candles flickered as she sat on the bridal bed, holding tightly onto her husband’s hand.
Yes, after today, he would be her husband—the person she would never part from for the rest of her life. Everything felt like a dream, leaving her in a daze.
"Is your brother even up for this? This is a crucial night; it wouldn't be fair to my Zhou Zhou if he can't perform," Xia Muxin said with concern as she pulled Shen Muhan aside.
They had planned to discuss matters between the couple after the New Year, but now it had slipped their minds until today.
Shen Muhan didn’t know what to say. Although they were brothers, their second sons were not from the same family. As a grown man, he felt embarrassed to ask about such things. Seeing Xia Muxin's worried expression made him awkwardly wipe his nose and lower his voice.
"I’m not sure either. Should we pull that fool aside and ask him?"
Shen Muhan was typical of a devoted husband; he followed whatever Xia Muxin suggested. Whatever title she used for Shen Muqing, he would follow suit to please his wife—he was willing to do anything for her happiness.
"Do you... have what it takes...?" Xia Muxin asked awkwardly in this critical moment, her face flushed as she turned to Shen Muhan.
Shen Muhan said that the medicine was quite potent, so she naturally dared not add too much; it was only the water that had reduced. She hoped that Shen Erlengzi was not as useless as she imagined.
Shen Muqing had fallen asleep with her head resting on the table, and by the time all the guests had left, dusk had already settled in. The remaining people were either helping out or assisting, all of whom had a particularly close relationship with the Xia Family. They had eaten dinner early and were gradually heading home.
After all, it was cold outside, and the roads were dark; everyone wanted to leave as early as possible.
Before long, the entire house was left with only family members. Since Xia Jihua was heavily pregnant, they took advantage of the darkness to send him home. Aunt Xia and others also took their children home early. In an instant, only Shen Yu and a few others remained with Xia Muxin and her husband.
“Father, Mother, you’ve all had a tiring day; you should rest early. My husband and I will help Second Brother into the house,” Shen Yu said.
It was said that a moment is worth a thousand gold pieces; Shen Yu and the others wore serious expressions, likely wanting to question Shen Muhan later. Xia Muxin noticed that Shen Muqing had changed positions and her eyelashes fluttered slightly. She quickly pulled Shen Muhan to help her and spoke sweetly to the adults.
After saying this, she exchanged a glance with Shen Muhan before they helped Shen Muqing to the new room.
Yan Zhouwan was already so hungry that her stomach felt like it was touching her back. Initially, she had teased Xia Muxin for complaining about being hungry; now she understood that feeling at home. A thin layer of sweat formed on her body, and she worried whether she could endure Shen Muqing's antics tonight.
She remembered clearly that just a few days ago, when Shen Muqing wanted to do something with her, she had firmly refused. As a result, he went to take a cold shower and returned to embrace her, declaring that on their wedding night, he would definitely show her his prowess.
Xia Muxin woke up so late every day; it was obvious that it was due to Shen Muhan's influence. Now thinking back on it made her extremely nervous as she rubbed her hands together from time to time.
The door creaked open, followed by heavy breathing and faint footsteps. Yan Zhouwan's heart skipped a beat—why were there several people coming in quietly? Her small hands quickly wiped behind her back, and after a moment of searching, she pulled out some peanuts and red dates. She couldn't help but laugh through her tears; now she felt even hungrier.
"Oh my goodness! He looks so thin usually; how can he be this heavy? My shoulders are about to give way."
However, just as Yan Zhouwan focused intently and became extremely alert, Xia Muxin's complaining voice came through. Moments later, there was a thud on the bed as if someone had collapsed beside them.
"Ah! They've been sleeping all afternoon and still haven't woken up. I'll have someone bring a basin of hot water over later for you to wipe him down. Remember to let him drink this hangover tea."
As soon as Shen Muqing collapsed onto the bed, Xia Muxin felt completely relaxed, breathing heavily. Yet, she was somewhat surprised that Shen Muhan had allowed her to assist Shen Muqing today without offering a word of comfort.
"Thank you both," Yan Zhouwan expressed her heartfelt gratitude, relieved to have a friend like Xia Muxin.
Soon after, the sound of a door closing was heard, followed by it opening again. Xia Muxin's voice rang out:
"Alright, the hot water is here. We should head back now."
Then, everything returned to silence.
This sudden calmness left Yan Zhouwan feeling a bit at a loss. She had been wearing a veil, making everything inconvenient. After sitting quietly for a while, she still couldn't help but shake Shen Muqing awake, calling out:
"Hey... you fool, you fool..."
She intended to call him "Husband," but the word got stuck in her throat. Since he was drunk, she decided to just call him "fool." However, what she didn't see was that as she shook Shen Muqing, his slightly clouded eyes had already opened.
Seeing that no matter how much she shook or called out, Shen Muqing showed no signs of waking up, Yan Zhouwan felt a mix of grievance and anger. Her gentle shaking turned into pinching and finally escalated to squeezing.
And she squeezed with gritted teeth.
"Have you had enough? Is the grip satisfying?"
Just as she was getting carried away with her pinching, a cool voice interrupted her. Yan Zhouwan jumped in surprise and quickly retracted her hand, feeling guilty as she forced a laugh:
"Haha... um... you’re not drunk after all..."
But as soon as the words left her mouth, she wished she could take them back. If he wasn't drunk, then he must be fully aware of her actions. That would leave her feeling quite embarrassed.
"I'm drunk, but you woke me up."
Shen Muqing smirked, sitting up and picking up a nearby scale rod, teasingly.
In truth, he wasn't completely drunk; he just hadn't had alcohol in a long time and was a bit unaccustomed to it. Plus, with his parents present, if he didn't pretend to be drunk, they would likely drag him off for questioning. There was no way he would end up in this bridal chamber otherwise.
"Um... I didn't hit too hard."
Yan Zhouwan's face flushed as she buried her head into her neck, mumbling.
Shen Muqing looked at the nail marks on the back of his hand and chuckled lightly, saying in a teasing tone, "It really wasn't hard; just a few blood marks."
Upon hearing this, Yan Zhouwan was startled. She raised her head, her watery eyes wide open, feeling extremely apologetic but unsure how to apologize. Just then, a red arc flashed before her eyes, and suddenly, a handsome face loomed large in front of her.
Her earlier expression of guilt mixed with surprise was perfectly captured by Shen Muqing. When he saw her makeup today, his eyes lit up, and he momentarily forgot to apply eyeliner.
Today, Yan Zhouwan looked incredibly beautiful. She wasn't the kind of beauty that could topple kingdoms nor the exquisite beauty of Xia Muxin; rather, she possessed a simple yet elegant charm that made one feel comfortable and irresistibly drawn to her.
The makeup was done by Xia Muxin, and Yan Zhouwan knew exactly how it looked. She had been surprised at the time. Now, feeling Shen Muqing's intense gaze upon her, she nervously fidgeted with her fingers and lowered her head.
However, Shen Muqing quickly reached out and lifted her chin with his hand, applying slight pressure to force her to meet his gaze. Without hesitation, he praised her earnestly: "Zhou Zhou, you look beautiful!"
His expression was so serious and focused; his voice carried an alluring depth that captivated Yan Zhouwan completely. At that moment, she felt like a puppet, unsure of how to respond.
She shyly met his gaze.
After staring at Yan Zhouwan for a while, Shen Muqing grinned, got up, poured two cups of wine from the table, and walked over with them.
"Zhou Zhou, after we finish this cup of wedding wine, we will be husband and wife."
His words were filled with excitement.
Yan Zhouwan was enchanted by Shen Muqing's demeanor; she did whatever he said. She took the cup, and they both drank the wedding wine.
"Um... your brother prepared some hangover tea for you. Do you want to drink some?"
The wine was a bit strong. After one cup of wedding wine, Yan Zhouwan felt warmth spreading through her body, and she was a little dizzy. However, her stomach no longer protested; it seemed she had been too hungry. Seeing Shen Muqing place the cup on the table made her blush even more as she realized what was about to happen next. To ease her nervousness, she quickly said,
"Is that so?"
Shen Muqing had already noticed the cup of cooled tea on the table, which had no color and looked like plain water. Initially, he had doubted it, but now it made sense. The tea had clearly been sitting there for a while and had cooled down. Although he wasn't completely drunk, he had definitely had too much to drink. He wanted to remember this night fully, so drinking some cold tea to clear his head wouldn't be a bad idea.
Thus, while questioning it, his hand reached for the cup and he drank it all in one go.
"Wife, it's getting late; let's retire for the night."
After placing the cup back on the table, he began to remove his groom's attire, his gaze towards Yan Zhouwan becoming even more intense.
"Um... after a long day, maybe we should freshen up first."
Yan Zhouwan looked at what he was holding, her heart racing as if it would leap out of her throat. She hurried over to the basin of water on the shelf, grabbed a towel, soaked it, wrung it out, and handed it to him.
Shen Muqing smirked and directly took off his clothes, revealing his well-defined chest. He spread his arms wide and playfully said:
"I'm sorry, but I can't help you with that."
"......"
Yan Zhouwan blinked, speechless, realizing too late that she had been played. She took the towel and wiped her face, knowing that while the makeup looked good, it ultimately needed to be washed off. She couldn't fall asleep with such a face; she needed to clean herself up first.
In fact, she had already bathed early that morning, and Xia Muxin had sprinkled a lot of flower petals in the bathtub. Even now, she could still smell the faint floral fragrance on her skin, which was pleasant.
Shen Muqing watched her childish actions and couldn't help but smile. As she turned to wash the towel, he stepped forward and hugged her from behind.
Inhaling her fresh scent made his throat tighten. His large hand eagerly slipped into her collar while the other hand tore at her wedding dress.
Yan Zhouwan was startled; the towel slipped from her hands into the basin, splashing some water. Her face flushed as his hand accurately found its way to her chest and began to knead it.
They had shared similar physical contact before, but tonight felt different and made her particularly shy.
"Can you slow down a bit?"
His actions made her body tremble; her face was burning hot, and she stood frozen in place, afraid to move.
However, Shen Muqing seemed unable to wait any longer. He lowered his head and nibbled at her delicate neck, pulling at her clothes with increasing force, disregarding Yan Zhouwan's words entirely.
At that moment, Yan Zhouwan didn't dare to breathe too loudly. She placed her hand over his large one through the disheveled fabric, intending to bring him back to his senses. This was not something to rush into. Yet, her gesture only spurred Shen Muqing on further. He turned her around forcefully; with a powerful tug, he ripped her red belly band in half and buried his face in her chest.
Shen Muqing didn't understand what was happening to him; he felt an intense heat coursing through his body as if he were being burned by fire. He desperately sought release, and the only way to achieve that was through Yan Zhouwan's body. Thus, his movements became rough and frantic.
Desire surged within him without limits.
When Yan Zhouwan trembled beneath him on the bed, both of them were already bare.
His body felt like a fireball, scorching and unbearable for her.
"Damn it, that cup of tea was definitely problematic."
Shen Muqing could no longer hold back; every part of him ached with restraint. Yet, he dared not be too direct, fearing he might hurt Yan Zhouwan. As his feelings intensified, he realized completely that it was all because of that cup of tea.
"What... did you say..."
Yan Zhouwan couldn't bear to look at him. Her small hands left red marks on his back as she bit her lip and asked with a trembling voice.
Suddenly, she cried out in pain as Shen Muqing plunged in without any warning, causing her body to spasm painfully.
"I'm sorry, my dear. I can't control myself. That wasn't ordinary tea; it contained an aphrodisiac."
Shen Muqing felt he would explode if he didn't do something soon. He didn't give Yan Zhouwan more time to adjust and began to move while softly explaining in her ear.
Yan Zhouwan's eyes widened in disbelief. She never imagined Xia Muxin would play such a trick on her at this moment. Shen Muqing had already endured long enough; this explosive force was beyond anything she had dared to imagine, especially after drinking that tea.
Was it too late for her to cry now?
- End of Chapter -
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