The woman grabbed a piece of red satin on the side and wrapped it around her chest. Then she sat up half-way, with her black hair hanging down to her side like a waterfall.
"It's true that a little farewell is better than a wedding. My father-in-law's joy today is much better than before. He's so prosperous!"
The woman's beautiful and slender fingers slowly slid over Yang Wenxuan's rising and falling chest, and her breath was like a orchid.
Yang Wenxuan raised his hand and held the woman's finger, put it to his mouth and kissed her hard.
"I went to Changping Village. In the words of their villagers, all the grain in this warehouse is stored by you alone."
"The landlord has a surplus of food, but are he still worried that he won't be able to feed you, a little goblin?" He said with a smile.
A pair of eyes, looking at the woman's tall and plump chest, were full of lust.
The woman giggled and her eyes were as charming as silk.
"Come on, you can fool those concubines in the front yard, but I won't believe you if you want to fool me!" The woman turned over and fell into Yang Wenxuan's arms.
"You've been back home for several days, and you just came to my yard today."
"I don't believe you saved all the food for me. I can't guarantee it. The first wave will be given to my mother-in-law, and the second and third wave will be distributed to the aunts in the front yard."
"The bed-warming girl in the aunts' house, etc., if we can't protect them all, everyone will get some,"
"It fell to me. There are only a few grains left. Hey, you said you saved them all for me. You are deceiving me..."
Hearing the woman's words, Yang Wenxuan raised his arms and hugged her, taking a bite of the scented shoulder.
"You annoying little goblin, I have been very busy with my affairs these days, and you sleep in the study at night."
"You don't feel bad that I didn't get a good night's sleep, but you're still here taunting me?"
"It seems that I haven't fed you enough, huh? Okay, I'll feed you again, and I'll make sure to fill up this bottomless pit of yours!"
After Yang Wenxuan finished speaking, he stood up, pressed the woman under him, and fucked her hard again.
The woman was left dying, she begged for mercy and accused her a lot, and she was covered in sweat. Yang Wenxuan had just finished venting his anger.
The two people disappeared, hugging each other and panting.
The blush after passion still remained on the woman's face, but in her eyes, there was a sadness after extreme pleasure.
"Father-in-law..."
She called Yang Wenxuan in a low voice.
Yang Wenxuan frowned, "Next time, can you not call me like this at a time like this?"
The woman said: "I was originally your daughter-in-law, and you were originally my father-in-law..."
Yang Wenxuan's brows furrowed even more, "I know, but we don't...hey, anyway, from now on, if you call me master, just don't call me that title."
"In a crowded place, you can call me father-in-law, and I will also call you daughter-in-law."
"In private, you just call me Master, and I call you Ting'er. That's it." Yang Wenxuan said.
The woman named Ting'er turned over and turned her back to Yang Wenxuan.
A slightly plaintive voice reached Yang Wenxuan's ears.
"Now the whole family thinks that I went to the temple to lead the Qing Dynasty. Except for the two maids around me who know that you have hidden me here, no one else knows."
"You know, I feel like a canary in a cage right now, waiting for you to come back every ten and a half months."
"Everyone eats, drinks, and eats in this small courtyard. No one dares to step out of this courtyard in broad daylight."
"There is no fun at all around me. Drinking tea, listening to plays, chatting, shopping..."
"Master, I'm really bored, so boring. I'm only eighteen this year. I'm thinking, will I have to hide in this small courtyard for the rest of my life?"
"I'm scared just thinking about it, Master, it's really not a pleasant life to live like this!" Ting'er said, tears falling down.
Yang Wenxuan also fell silent.
In the room, only Ting'er's soft sobbing was heard.
After a long time, Yang Wenxuan hugged Ting'er from behind.
"Little sweetheart, please stop crying. My heart hurts when you cry," he said.
"I know I have wronged you over the past year."
"How about this? I'll go to Licheng later or go to the north to discuss business. I'll take you with me quietly."
"Go outside, go to a place where others don't know us. The two of us can be together openly and let you have fun for a few days, okay?" he asked.
Ting'er shook her head slightly.
"Forget it. My mother-in-law has so many eyes. She has bribed all the people running errands under you. Only three or two can be relied on."
"If I really went out with you, she would have known about it before Bao Qi even left Yuncheng."
"When my husband was still alive, my mother-in-law doubted both of us. Now that my husband is dead, she will most likely still doubt me." Ting'er said.
Ting'er's words made Yang Wenxuan even more upset.
"This won't work, that won't work either, so what do you want to do?" Yang Wenxuan asked.
"I can't go back and divorce Mrs. Zhou and then marry you, right? This is even more impossible. My old man can't kill me?" he said.
Ting'er cried even more aggrieved: "Look at you, where did I say I want you to marry me?"
"Even if you are willing to risk the world's disapproval for me, I can't be willing to ask you to do this!" she said.
Yang Wenxuan said: "Then what do you want from me? I'm here to find you happy, not to listen to you cry or complain."
Ting'er said: "Okay, I won't say anything anymore. It's my fault..."
Yang Wenxuan had already pushed Ting'er away and stood up.
With a sullen face, he grabbed the clothes he had thrown on the ground and put them on one by one.
"A wave of poor relatives from Changping Village came over with their families and lived in the backyard. The old man asked me to prepare two tables of food at night to greet them."
"The old man is coming over tonight, and I have to go over to accompany him for a drink. I will be busy with birthday gifts for the next few days, and I don't have time to come over to see you. Let me tell you first to prevent you from thinking too much!"
When he finished speaking, Yang Wenxuan was fully dressed.
"I will order people to deliver rice, grain and other daily necessities to you."
"Rouge, gouache, silk and satin, etc. are all ready for you. Someone will bring them over later at night." Yang Wenxuan added.
Ting'er sat up and lowered her head gently.
"Yeah, I understand." She said.
Yang Wenxuan was about to leave, but suddenly stopped and said: "By the way, the day after tomorrow is my birthday gift. You will also go to the house to pay his birthday to him, don't forget it."
Ting'er nodded again, "I have prepared a birthday gift for my grandfather and will send it to you the day after tomorrow."
Yang Wenxuan nodded, tilted his head and said, "Okay, you can have a good rest, I'll leave first."
Ting'er lowered her head: "Ting'er bids farewell to the master."
After Yang Wenxuan left, the room became quiet again.
Ting'er lay down almost exhausted, not even bothering to cover herself with a quilt, just staring at the tent ceiling in a daze.
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