GTB Chapter 137

Chapter 139: Did she… fall in love with him?

Chapter 139: Did she… fall in love with him?

Jiang Jiuchu paused her lips, immediately opened her eyes and backed away, embarrassed, “I… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, let’s do it again, that didn’t count.”

She immediately admitted her mistake with a good attitude, afraid that Shí Yan would say she was being perfunctory and extend the time.

Shí Yan listened to Jiang Jiuchu’s apology with a happy mood, waiting silently for her next move, feeling that she was very cute at this moment.

Jiang Jiuchu looked at the thin lips so close, tried to suppress the wild beating in her chest, and mustered her courage again to press her lips against them.

But she only dared to press them together, not daring or embarrassed to make any movements, and for a while, only the heavy, intertwined breathing of the two remained.

Shí Yan’s lips curved slightly, then he wrapped his big hand around her lower back and began to savor the deliciousness that had been delivered to his door.

He gently kissed and pried open her pearly teeth, conveying all the irrepressible love in his heart to her.

Not far away on the locust tree, Song Fuge’s fingertips dug deeply into the trunk, his eyes reddened as he watched the two embracing and kissing under the moonlight. His face was pale as if the world had lost its color, and his heart ached so much that he couldn’t breathe.

His little girl… fell in love with him? Such a shy girl actually took the initiative to kiss Shí Yan, she must have fallen in love with him!

A bitter smile tugged at the corner of Song Fuge’s mouth. Yes! He could make her fall in love with him in two months.

Why couldn’t Shí Yan make her fall in love with him in two months? Besides, they were husband and wife, spending day and night together, and Shí Yan was such a deep and scheming person. As long as he wanted to, how could Jiuchu not be captured by him?

At this moment, Song Fuge’s heart was completely knocked to the bottom by the scene before him, and his heart was as dead as ashes.

He leaped down from the tree, his steps weak as he walked out of the alley, carrying a lonely and desolate heart towards the bustling streets.

Jiuchu can be in harmony with her husband, he should be happy for her, but that warm sun that should have been his is now warming someone else, he really can’t be happy.

Song Fuge raised his head and looked at the round moon in the sky. This round moon is a beautiful scene for so many people, why does it only shed desolate light on him?

Could it be that he is destined to be a lone star, unworthy of happiness? If so, why did he meet Jiuchu?

He turned his head towards the direction of the Jiang residence behind him, and a hideous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Brother Fu can’t bring himself to bless you with a loving and harmonious relationship, but not appearing in front of you and not disturbing you is the only thing I can do for you.

The next morning.

Jiang Jiuchu and Shí Yan left the Jiang residence.

After returning to the mansion, Jiang Jiuchu had been cautious for several days, trying to reduce her presence in front of Shí Yan, for fear that Shí Yan would force her to consummate their marriage.

She was really not ready, and she was also afraid of becoming a mother at such a young age. After all, most girls her age were still unmarried, and only she had married so early.

Shí Yan naturally sensed Jiang Jiuchu’s intentional avoidance. Although he was just scaring her last time, looking at her cautious appearance, his self-esteem was somewhat frustrated, and he felt that he seemed to be a bit of a failure in this regard.

On this day, Shí Yan’s carriage had just come out of the palace gate and had not yet returned to the mansion when he encountered Chu Yifeng being surrounded by people on the road.

Seeing Chu Yifeng being stopped by a woman, the woman looked at Chu Yifeng with a heartbroken but adoring expression, as if begging him to say something.

Shí Yan turned to Shí Yuanchen beside him and asked, “Do you know that woman?” He didn’t think that woman looked like she came from a brothel.

“It seems to be the concubine daughter of the Minister of Works! I’m not sure, but I heard Chu Yifeng mention it once last time.”

Shí Yan’s eyes turned, “Let’s go, let’s go down and watch the fun.”

Shí Yuanchen was dumbfounded. When did his seventh brother become so gossipy?

Shouldn’t he be the one pulling his seventh brother to watch these lively scenes, and his seventh brother always seemed uninterested? Is he changing his personality now?

“You said you only loved me, you said I was your last one.” Wang Surou disregarded her reputation and asked Chu Yifeng in a very low voice. She finally ran into him today and was determined to ask him clearly.

Chu Yifeng was questioned on the street like this, and even he, who was usually unreliable, felt a little embarrassed. He pulled the woman aside and whispered:

“I did say that, and I thought so at the time, I didn’t lie to you! If you’re willing, I’ll have a sedan chair carry you into the mansion tomorrow, but you can only be a concubine.”

He looked at the woman in front of him, with not much love in his eyes.

Last time, because of Shí Yuanchen’s words “vulgar and superficial,” he thought that even if he took a concubine in the future, he would have to raise the standards.

Not to mention being as beautiful and alluring as Seventh Royal Sister-in-law, but at least she had to have a good appearance, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to regain his face in front of Shí Yuanchen.

As for this kind of delicate and pretty girl, he didn’t plan to take any more. However, since he had already provoked this girl’s true feelings, he would be responsible.

Wang Surou couldn’t believe it. The man who had been speaking sweet words to her a while ago seemed to have lost interest in her in the blink of an eye.

Logically speaking, her status could only allow her to be a concubine, but she was still working hard for herself, trying to awaken the memory of this man, “You said you would marry me as a side consort.”

“If you don’t want to be a concubine, then forget it. Anyway, I haven’t touched your body, think about it yourself!” Chu Yifeng was unwilling to entangle any longer. Even a thief has his principles, and he had done his best.

“Yo! Our young master Chu has broken another girl’s heart!” Shí Yuanchen looked at Chu Yifeng walking from the alley, looking like he was enjoying the show.

“However, although I think this girl’s appearance is average, she is still a good girl, and you should be responsible for her, you can’t abandon her!”

Chu Yifeng glared at Shí Yuanchen, “What abandon? She is still a virgin, don’t splash dirty water on me.”

“Yo! Not bad this time! But anyone can guess, you must have hugged and kissed that girl a lot, taking advantage of her!”

“You…” Chu Yifeng’s handsome face turned red, and just as he was about to compete with Shí Yuanchen, he was interrupted by Shí Yan:

“Aren’t you ashamed to make a scene on the street? Let’s go, I’ll treat you to a drink at Zui Xian Lou.”

The two were overjoyed upon hearing this, rolled their eyes at each other, and quickly followed behind Shí Yan.

In Zui Xian Lou’s No. 1 private room, Shí Yan swirled the wine glass in his hand, glanced at the slightly drunk Shí Yuanchen, and asked Chu Yifeng:

“Tell me, how do you coax those women to give their hearts and souls to you, like the one today.”

Hearing this, Chu Yifeng became a little smug, “Of course, it’s because of my handsome and extraordinary face.”

Shí Yan twitched the corner of his mouth. In terms of looks, wasn’t he better looking than him? Was it useful?

“Seventh brother, don’t listen to him bragging, he just relies on that mouth that can talk people to death.”

Shí Yuanchen said, turning his head to look at Chu Yifeng: “What’s so handsome about it? Your face is far from that level. How dare you mention your appearance in front of my seventh brother’s peerless beauty.”

Although Shí Yuanchen was a little drunk, he still knew he had to flatter him. It was rare for his seventh brother to pay attention to him, so of course he had to perform well.

“Relying on looks is nothing, not relying on looks is the real skill.”

Shí Yan deliberately praised him: “Brother Chu, why don’t you pass on your experience to my eighth brother, he doesn’t even have a confidante yet, I, as an older brother, really can’t stand it.”