Almost Died Three Times
“Your house?” Jing Yue raised her eyes in doubt; she finally saw, in front of the wall she was sitting against, it was indeed a compound with a very high wall with large ‘Great Scholar Residence’ words written in exquisite calligraphy on that inscribed board above.
“It really is your house ah!” Jing Yue helplessly hung her head down; she couldn’t find her own house yet after running around all day, she unexpectedly ran to someone else’s house.
“Yes ah.” Fang ZiCheng smiled faintly; his eyes were twinkling as he stared at Jing Yue and said: “How about you come inside and sit for a while?”
“Sitting isn’t a matter, you better be inviting me to a meal, I’m about to starve to death……” Jing Yue tugged at Fang ZiCheng’s sleeve as she spoke. Fang ZiCheng’s heart suddenly jumped being stared at by Jing Yue’s grieving little face that he readily agreed.
When the two of them finally sat in a restaurant, Fang ZiCheng once again became suspicious; ‘Is Xiao Chen really mistreating Jing Yue?’
Jing Yue stroked her round-bulging-little-belly with satisfaction. Looking at Fang ZiCheng who sat in front of her smiling with a gentle face, Jing Yue sighed and said: “A very good person ah……”
“It’s rare to have you praising me like this.” Fang ZiCheng’s smile became even gentler.
“Ke ke (cough)…… That, don’t smile; I get goose bumps when you smile.” The corners of Jing Yue’s mouth twitched. She stared at Fang ZiCheng who had always had a smile on his small face and suddenly felt a bit frustrated; she really didn’t understand how this face of his was grown; ‘Do you really find it easy to smile?’
“E?” Fang ZiCheng blinked his eyes; it was the first time someone had ever disliked this smile he had always prided himself on.
“I want to go back. I don’t know what kind of appearance my family’s little maid would cry herself into if I don’t.” Jing Yue stood up; with a very magnanimous air she patted Fang ZiCheng’s shoulder and said: “Send me back!”
“……”
Fang ZiCheng, as usual, sent Jing Yue back until the wangfu’s gate. Watching Jing Yue’s figure running jubilantly into the wangfu, a smile flashed through his eyes, it was no longer a false smile that didn’t reach his eyes, it was a genuine smile that came from his heart.
The little groom who drove the carriage saw the smile on his family’s young master’s face; he was scared in his heart and said: “Young master, you won’t really set your heart on Ninth Huang Fei right?”
“Don’t you think she is very interesting?” Fang ZiCheng lied on his back inside the carriage and put the carriage’s curtain down with a wave of his hand; he slowly closed his eyes and toyed with the ring on his thumb; a shallow smile hung on the corners of his mouth and it hung around for his whole journey back home.
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As expected, when Jing Yue returned to Lotus Court, she had to hear Yin Qiao tearful complaint. When she finally lied down on that soft bed of hers; she straight away experienced a burst of mental and physical happiness ah!
‘It’s not easy ah, a little bit more and I would have died three times.’
‘There was that killer; there was also that monster-like person; oh, last one, I almost died starving on the street.’
Jing Yue lied on the bed; unconsciously, her brain repeatedly showed that white haired man. Even after tossing and turning for a while, she still couldn’t sleep; ‘In the end, who is that man?’
As she pondered, Jing Yue, who carried her question with a full stomach, finally couldn’t help but felt tired and slowly fell asleep. In her half-conscious sleeping state, she felt like there was someone pulling her quilt; Jing Yue resentfully moved her leg to give a kick before turning her body over and continued to sleep, seemed to be totally unconcerned about what kind of thing she had kicked.
Xiao Chen was staring gloomily at the woman who had already turned her body over and continued to sleep. What she wore was only a simple inner robe, her whole body was hugging the quilt, the exposed skin on her shoulder was hardly covered. Xiao Chen had wanted to cover Jing Yue so he climbed on the bed and pulled the quilt; unexpectedly, he was actually kicked by her.
“Damn woman! Even asleep she was still so capricious!” Xiao Chen pressed the anger in his heart down and raised his hand to throw his outer clothes off. He stared at the still asleep Jing Yue and gave a faint sigh. Very cautiously, he pulled the quilt to cover Jing Yue and put the curtain down before he finally loosened his breath.
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