The Young Husband Who Needed a Wedding to Dispel His Ill Fortune (08)

It smells amazing; the aroma is irresistibly strong.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed repeatedly, absorbing the sweet liquid.

There was so much, it kept gushing out, and no matter how much he ate, he couldn't finish it all. Qin Wuzhen's breathing was heavy, and from the initial shock, he began to suck it in without any instruction.

He heard Xue Ci's sobbing, his throat tightened, and he opened his lips just in time to catch it completely.

Everything changed in an instant.

But after only a few seconds, the soft touch disappeared.

Qin Wuzhen stiffened, as if afraid that Xue Ci would run away. Like a lecherous rogue, he sat up straight, trapping Xue Ci inside the bed curtains.

That once radiant face was now covered in sticky liquid.

Xue Ci glanced at the man's face, then shyly looked away.

It was as if he wasn't the one who had just committed that daring act.

Qin Wuzhen's breathing was erratic, and his eyelids kept twitching.

Why did you stop? Where are you running to?

He felt Xue Ci tightening her grip, as if trying to pull her hand back, her fingers gripping his wrist even tighter. Her tall figure completely blocked his way.

"You... you shouldn't do this..."

Xue Ci lowered her eyes and whispered.

Zhuangzi dreamt of a dream, Qin Wuzhen knew it was a dream.

But will Xue Ci in the dream also reject him?

He gritted his teeth, his voice no longer as calm as usual, tearing away the facade of a gentleman. "What do I not want? You're sitting on my face, aren't you making me drink the water from there?"

Xue Ci's face flushed red from his words, and her voice trembled as she said, "I... I... I want to go back, big brother."

The word "Big Brother" was like a bucket of cold water, completely waking Qin Wuzhen up.

The sweet liquid on his face hadn't completely dried when he coldly questioned Xue Ci, "What did you call me?"

Xue Ci seemed frightened by him; her eyes were red, and she appeared to be very afraid of him.

Qin Wuzhen was breathing heavily, veins bulging on his forehead. "Just now you were calling me husband, lying on top of me, entwining your fingers around me, and even sitting on my face."

"Now you're calling me 'big brother' again?"

"Then who is your husband? Who made your mouth look like that?"

Xue Ci was already sobbing softly, "Please, please don't be like this. I was wrong, I misjudged you and mistook you for Qin Zhuo. Please pretend you don't know and don't tell him, okay? I like him very much."

Every word he uttered made Qin Wuzhen's breath catch in his throat.

He moved close to Xue Ci, bringing his nose close so that she could see the liquid on his face.

Her voice was filled with jealousy.

"You like him?"

"But I've made you so damp, your skin is all pink."

Are you sure you don't like me, but like him? If you like him, why did you bother me? You said you missed me, gave me an umbrella, and called me "Brother Zimu"?

"Is it that your husband can't satisfy you? You were clearly moaning very comfortably just now."

He looked much fiercer than usual, which frightened Xue Ci so much that she cried out softly.

Qin Wuzhen just stared at the beauty he had trapped by the bed.

My heart was soaked and softened by crying.

"Don't cry."

"Xiao Ci..."

He called out gently, but it seemed as if he was not satisfied with the way he was addressed.

"Xiao Ci, my darling... let me lick your tears clean."

The moment Qin Wuzhen leaned closer, Xue Ci suddenly vanished.

Chaos descended upon the surroundings.

Qin Wuzhen was stunned, a faint fragrance still lingering at the tip of his nose.

After waking up, Qin Wuzhen changed his clothes.

He had a low-grade fever and his skin was burning hot, yet he shamelessly took a cold shower.

Staring at the filthy clothes in the basin, Qin Wuzhen's expression grew increasingly cold and hard.

His heart is dirtier than these clothes.

Why... why would he have this dream more than once? Why would he yearn for Xue Ci so much in his dreams?

Do you like it?

Qin Wuzhen had simply not had anyone he liked before, not that he was mentally challenged. He could feel his heart starting to beat faster for Xue Ci.

Ke Xue Ci had already married someone else, and her husband was her younger brother.

How could an elder dream of such an absurd thing?

That is immoral.

Qin Wuzhen was raised with a traditional education and has always been self-disciplined and courteous.

He loathed and despised himself for such absurd thoughts.

That shouldn't be done.

Qin Wuzhen washed the clothes and hung them up to dry.

Then he carefully wiped the umbrella that Xue Ci had given him.

He wouldn't dare to covet what wasn't his place.

He will keep these filthy thoughts hidden and will never let Xue Ci know.

*

"Madam, the eldest son has returned."

The second mistress hadn't seen Qin Wuzhen for a long time. Having no children of her own, she naturally raised Qin Wuzhen as her own son. Hearing the maid's words, she immediately asked, "Why is he back so early? Has he had breakfast? What did he say?"

The maid shook her head. "As soon as the eldest young master came back, he asked us where the clean bedding was, then went to get it and went to the second young master's room, without letting us help."

What was Qin Wuzhen doing in Qin Zhuo's room?

After Qin Zhuo married into the Song Family, she cleaned up Qin Zhuo's room and used it as a guest room.

Could it be that Qin Zhuo was considered unlucky and was kicked out of the Song Family?

The second mistress was suspicious. After washing up, she sent her maid with breakfast over.

She lived in the east wing, which was quite far from the Qin brothers' room. When she arrived, Qin Wuzhen had already made the bed and was now neatly placing the vase on the table.

The flowers inside were still covered in dew, fresh and vibrant, clearly just picked.

"How do we tidy up the room? Is someone coming over?"

Qin Wuzhen stood up, his voice hoarse. "Qin Zhuo is bringing Xue Ci over to stay for a few days."

Upon hearing that Qin Zhuo was coming back, Er Niang's face immediately fell. "Why is he coming back?"

Qin Wuzhen: "This is his home, why can't he go back?"

The second wife was so angry she couldn't speak.

Qin Wuzhen ignored her expression and instructed the maid to have the kitchen prepare food, "They get along well, Song Family treats Qin Zhuo well. Second Madam, be careful not to say anything unpleasant in front of Young Master Song."

The Song Family had a large business and were influential in the town, so even if the second aunt disliked Qin Zhuo, she naturally understood the situation.

"Then you don't need to come back so early to make their beds. Can't you just leave these things to Xiao Tao?"

Qin Wuzhen: "I feel more at ease doing it myself."

The second aunt couldn't argue with him, but she noticed his face was a little redder than usual, so she went up and touched his forehead.

"It's so hot?"

Seeing that Qin Wuzhen was ill, the second aunt immediately ordered someone to prepare medicine, "You're a doctor, how come you don't know you're sick? You're still working with such a high fever? Go lie down!"

After Qin Wuzhen lay down, he drank some medicine but his whole body was burning hot.

He simply felt he wasn't clear-headed enough and needed illness to punish him.

He needs to punish himself.

He punished himself by making sure he never acted impulsively towards Xue Ci again.

Not even the slightest thought is allowed.

With his vision blurring, Qin Wuzhen remained unconscious until the afternoon.

When I woke up, there were three or four people standing in the room.

And there were two hands resting on his forehead.

Qin Wuzhen recognized the familiar scent.

"... Xiao Ci?"

His voice was hoarse.

"Big brother, Second Aunt said you're so disobedient, you even refuse to take your medicine." Xue Ci leaned against the headboard, her bright face full of worry. "Don't get sick, being sick is very uncomfortable."

Was it a dream?

Qin Wuzhen opened his dry, pale lips, about to say something, when he heard Xue Ci up. "Husband, help my elder brother straighten up."

... It's not a dream.

Qin Wuzhen's heart settled, and he glanced at Qin Zhuo: "No need."

He stood up, took the medicine bowl from Xue Ci's hand, and drank it all in one gulp.

Xue Ci surprised.

He just tasted it to test the temperature.

It's so bitter.

Big brother is amazing, he finished it without even frowning.

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The older brother felt even more bitter; what good was this medicine?

Qin Wuzhen handed over the bowl of medicine, saying, "I'm sorry, I was hoping to treat you properly in this state."

Seeing that he looked unwell, Xue Ci comforted him, "It's alright, brother. We'll stay a few more days until you're fully recovered before we leave."

"You need to get better soon."

*

Xue Ci's words were like a magic pill; Qin Wuzhen's fever quickly subsided, and they were able to sit together in the hall for dinner that evening.

As the weather turned cooler, a charcoal fire was lit inside the house.

Xue Ci's cheeks were warm and rosy from the heater, making her look incredibly endearing.

Even his usually strict stepmother couldn't bear to speak harshly to him, and even brought out a bottle of osmanthus wine that had been brewing for a long time.

Xue Ci didn't drink much, but the osmanthus wine had a strong fruity flavor, like nectar. He raised his porcelain cup and took a cup from his second aunt. "Thank you, second aunt."

"This wine looks beautiful."

This wine was brewed by Second Aunt herself, so she was naturally in a good mood after being praised.

Seeing Xue Ci lower her head and sniff, her nose twitching slightly, she chuckled, "Why does it smell like a little rabbit?"

A casual remark made both brothers turn to look at that face.

Qin Zhuo was afraid that Xue Ci upset her stomach, so he only dipped a little bit with his chopsticks and let Xue Ci taste it.

After tasting Xue Ci was amazed by the flavor and secretly drank a cup when Qin Zhuo wasn't looking.

As a result, my head started to feel dizzy when I got back to my room that night.

I shouldn't have drunk alcohol...

There are still tasks to be done.

Xue Ci lay on the quilt and whimpered twice in annoyance, feeling her shoes and socks being taken off and soaked in water of a suitable temperature.

With difficulty, he propped himself up, and Qin Zhuo helped him wash his feet.

"Wife, is the water too hot? Is your head still bothering you?"

Xue Ci stood up, his eyes still misty, his cheeks damp and pink. He bit his lip, as if troubled by something.

A man twice his size knelt down in front of him and obediently washed his feet.

Qin Zhuo's large hand held Xue Ci's slender ankle, his rough, wheat-colored hand making Xue Ci's foot appear even more delicate and smooth.

Beautiful feet.

Of course, every part of my wife is beautiful.

He felt hot again, but his wife wasn't feeling well after drinking.

He cannot act recklessly.

Qin Zhuo isn't very bright, but he can distinguish right from wrong.

But the woman seemed to be drunk; she lifted her foot and rubbed it against his leg.

Qin Zhuo, already feeling feverish, said uncomfortably, "Wife, let's go to sleep after washing our feet..."

"Don't sleep!"

Xue Ci was still thinking about the mission; he knew he couldn't walk any further on his own and could only rely on Qin Zhuo.

The voice was soft and low.

"Could you go to my older brother's room and get me a calligraphy brush?"

Qin Zhuo gave him a puzzled look. "Why a calligraphy brush?"

Xue Ci didn't know how to explain, so she thought for a moment and said, "I stepped on you, but you did nothing. Did I lose out?"

Upon hearing Xue Ci say she was going to step on him, Qin Zhuo had already stopped hearing what followed and hurriedly crawled over to Xue Ci's side.

"My wife, please help me..."

"I'm so hot."

Xue Ci was stunned.

He just said something casually, how did it lead to someone being in bed with him?

"You... wait, wait a minute... um--"

Xue Ci's ankle was grabbed, her eyes filled with tears.

The next moment.

He felt something stick to his feet, as hot as iron.

I glanced down.

Xue Ci's eyes went black.

The gnarled, green veins resembled the roots of a sprawling tree.

It was a terrifying sight I had never seen before.

It was pounding fiercely on the soles of his soft, white feet.

Author's Note:

You two brothers are driving me crazy!

[Poor thing][Poor thing][Poor thing]