When Shen Tinglan returned to Tingyu Pavilion, the first watch clapper had already sounded once.
There was silence in Tingyu Pavilion, but the entire courtyard was lit with lanterns along the only way. A bright and dazzling road leads directly to the main room. The lights are not extinguished there, and the figure of the hostess walking around inside can be faintly glimpsed.
Shen Tinglan's heart should be light and warm, just like every time he returns from an outing and sees the lights in the house, he always feels uncontrollable urgency and joy. However, this time he walked heavily and felt as if he was immersed in an icy spring on a winter night.
When the maid in the courtyard saw his figure, she happily trotted into the house to report. A moment later, she saw a graceful little woman in pink clothes hurriedly walking from the house. The smile on her face was soft and charming, and the affection in her eyes was as full as water. Her eyes seemed to be angry and resentful, and she rushed over and hugged his arm tightly.
Her coquettish voice was like a hook, her body pressed against him, her plump softness squeezed his arm, and she grunted to express her dissatisfaction, "I said I would be back in a while, but Rong An waited until you fell asleep." , you only entered the yard as a father. Don’t say that you are tired of your son when you come home. Instead, you talk to your eldest brother endlessly. Husband, you have forgotten that you have a family a long time ago, and you have a lovely wife and young son who are eagerly looking forward to your return. Say farewell?"
Shen Tinglan still had many questions and puzzles in his mind. On his way back, he also thought about what if Zhou Baolu was really a villain who was bound to take revenge, and she was far from being as flawless as she appeared on the face, and instead had a despicable character, would he Disappointed, will she just be left out in the cold?
But at this moment, his beloved wife was in her arms, and her eyes were full of him. There was a little more infatuation and stubbornness in her eyes when she looked at him.
Shen Tinglan knew that this woman really loved him. Maybe she is different from what she looks like, maybe she is really malicious towards Cousin Sang and deliberately makes things difficult for her, but aren't all little girls like this? Or maybe it was Cousin Sang who had done something excessive before, which still makes Madam unhappy to this day?
Shen Tinglan thought of Yao'er and her uncle's cousin Lingwei again. They grew up together. They obviously had a good relationship as if they were the same person, but they also had disagreements from time to time. Yao'er often makes bold statements: Never let Xu Lingwei enter the gate of Wu'an Hou Mansion again! Don't let her sleep in the same bed with me anymore, let her sleep in the kitchen! She must wear an identical skirt with me, otherwise I will tell my aunt that Xu Lingwei is jealous of me and she deliberately cut off my skirt!
There were countless things like this. Yao'er talked a lot, but she just shouted loudly every time. In the end, none of her ambitions were realized.
The Madam's delay in picking up Cousin Sang may be due to her reasons; she placed Cousin Sang in Rose Garden, perhaps it was as simple as teaching a small lesson...
No matter how many excuses Shen Tinglan made, he still had to admit one thing - Yao'er and Zhou Baolu were really different. Yao'er's arrogance lies in her words. She always talks but doesn't do anything. But the madam’s evil is deep in her heart, she only acts but doesn’t say anything...
"What are you thinking about? I've been talking to you for a long time, but there's no response." Zhou Baolu looked at the husband in front of him curiously, always feeling that there was something strange about the look on his face. What did the elder brother say to him? But the eldest brother doesn't care about the affairs of the back house at all, let alone talk about people's right and wrong. If it wasn’t the eldest brother, who could it be?
Zhou Baolu's heart skipped a beat, thinking of the old lady and Shen Yuyao.
Her expression immediately became gloomy, her hands clenched into fists, and she held the handkerchief tightly.
Unfortunately, before she could test anything more, Shen Tinglan had already spoken first, "You go and rest first. I'll go to the bathroom to clean up and I'll come back later."
Zhou Baolu did not lie down on the bed, but followed Shen Tinglan into the bathroom. Shen Tinglan paused for a moment, then took off his clothes as if nothing had happened and got into the bathtub filled with warm water.
The two have been husband and wife for four years and know each other very well. Maybe she was shy at first, but now it has become a habit.
The atmosphere in the room gradually heated up, and after a while, suppressed gasps and unbearable sobbing were heard.
The young couple are passionate, and the trouble has reached the third watch.
When she lay down in bed again, Shen Tinglan couldn't fall asleep either because she had passed her usual rest time or because she was still energetic.
His slender fingers slid over the smooth skin, causing Zhou Baolu to get excited from time to time, and the drowsiness that had been brewing just now disappeared immediately.
She opened her sleepy eyes and her voice was as soft as water, "Husband, aren't you sleepy yet?"
"Sleepy, but maybe I've made it through the hour, but I can't sleep anymore."
"Then let me talk to your husband for a while." Zhou Baolu said and was about to stand up, but Shen Tinglan put an arm around his waist and pulled him back.
Both of them were only wearing simple pajamas, and any random tugging and collision would produce uncontrollable sparks. Someone snorted, and the two of them immediately stopped moving, not daring to mess around anymore.
After a long time, Shen Tinglan suppressed the restlessness in his body and said, "If you can't sleep, just lie down and sleep with me for a while. By the way, where is Rongan? When I entered the yard before, I vaguely saw you holding him by the window. Moving around..."
Zhou Baolu scolded him, "Now that I think of your good son, it's so many years too late."
Shen Tinglan touched his nose awkwardly, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. But Zhou Baolu continued with a soft voice, "Rong An fell asleep when he came back. I don't know if he had a nightmare or something, but suddenly he started crying. The nanny couldn't coax her, so she had to be held by me and walked away in front of the window. It took a while to get that little grinder to fall asleep."
Shen Tinglan suddenly lowered his voice, "Is Rong An sleeping in the Bisha closet?"
"What else?" Zhou Baolu scolded him again, "I was so happy when you came back that I didn't bother to return him to the nanny. I just put him in the Bisha cupboard, so that I can pick you up as soon as possible."
Shen Tinglan felt hot in her heart, "Actually, it doesn't have to be like this."
"Why doesn't it have to be like this? Husband, you have been away for half a year. You are cruel. You don't want us, and you don't want us to miss you anymore? I just miss you, and I just want to hold you..."
Shen Tinglan covered Zhou Baolu's mouth, and the roots behind her ears turned red. This woman's sweet words have so far left him unable to resist. Under her teasing gaze, Shen Tinglan could only cough slightly in embarrassment, "Be careful to wake Rongan."
"Rong An sleeps like a pig, so he won't be woken up by us."
The two of them talked for a few more words, and the atmosphere was so sweet that Shen Tinglan felt guilty even if she wanted to say something disappointing.
But this matter has always been in his heart, and he felt as uncomfortable as a fish bone. Shen Tinglan thought about it again and again, and finally said it as if nothing had happened, "I heard that Cousin Sang has arrived at the house?"
