GTB Chapter 181

Chapter 183: Who is the Woman in the Painting?

Chapter 183: Who is the Woman in the Painting?

After Jiang Jiuchu finished speaking, seeing Shí Yan’s seemingly disbelieving expression, she said, “That… Husband, I’ll definitely be more careful in the future. You wouldn’t be angry just because of this, would you?”

“Not angry.” Shí Yan casually flipped through the book, his voice giving away no emotion, but his eyes didn’t even glance at Jiang Jiuchu.

Seeing Shí Yan like this, it was obvious that he was angry, so Jiang Jiuchu said again:

“Husband, isn’t it enough that I call you ‘Husband’? I’m definitely not doing it to complete a task, please believe me, Husband.”

She lamented in her heart. It seemed that although Shí Yan had forgiven her, his heart had become somewhat fragile. Why was he so easily hurt?

Shí Yan’s eyes flickered, and then he looked away from the book, his gaze towards Jiang Jiuchu somewhat dubious, “Then why didn’t you let me apply the medicine for you?”

“I… I, I’m embarrassed.”

Looking at Shí Yan’s serious face, Jiang Jiuchu couldn’t tell if she was too thin-skinned, or if Shí Yan was too thick-skinned.

Shí Yan brought Jiang Jiuchu to the couch in one swift motion, coaxing her gently, “But I’m your husband, Chuchu needs to get used to it. If Chuchu is really embarrassed, just close your eyes, okay?”

As he spoke, he reached out to untie Jiang Jiuchu’s belt, “Be good, I won’t touch you. After applying the medicine, stay with me for a while. Your husband massaged you until dawn last night and hasn’t closed his eyes until now.”

Jiang Jiuchu’s mouth twitched. When she fell asleep, it was almost dawn!

Seeing Shí Yan untying her belt, she quickly stood up and took off her clothes herself, hanging them on the clothes rack, then looked at Shí Yan and negotiated:

“I’ll stay with you for a while, how about we don’t apply the medicine? It really doesn’t hurt that much.”

“Let’s still apply it! This medicine is particularly effective. After applying it, I guarantee you’ll be fine after a nap.”

Shí Yan said, reaching out to pull Jiang Jiuchu over, “If Chuchu is shy, just lie down and don’t look.”

Jiang Jiuchu was really speechless. Was it a question of whether she looked or not? Wasn’t it because he was looking that she was shy?

Under Shí Yan’s half-pulling, half-dragging, she was forced to lie down, then grabbed the quilt and covered her face, “Start!”

“Okay.” Shí Yan obediently agreed, looking at Jiang Jiuchu who had helplessly given in to him, his handsome lips curved into a smug smile.

He picked up the prepared medicine and reached out to pull down Jiang Jiuchu’s pants.

The daylight was different from the night, lacking that layer of haze.

He could clearly see the delicate, fair skin before him, the flat, slightly concave abdomen, the slender waist that could be encompassed in one grasp, the shapely curves, the long, straight, jade-like legs.

Every part was extremely alluring to him. His throat tightened, and he completely removed the inner pants from her legs.

Jiang Jiuchu felt Shí Yan gently separate her legs, her hands tightly gripping the quilt, her face burning hot, her legs involuntarily wanting to close.

From below, she heard Shí Yan’s suppressed, husky voice, “Don’t move, it’ll be over soon.”

As soon as his voice fell, a cool sensation attacked her private parts, instantly spreading throughout her body, making her whole body tense.

She squeezed her face in embarrassment, roaring and wailing in her heart, “Ahhh! What is all this? How did I obediently lie down here?”

Did Shí Yan have some kind of fetish? Why was this medicine so necessary?

“Is it… is it done?” Jiang Jiuchu’s muffled voice from under the quilt was a little trembling.

She completely didn’t hear Shí Yan’s heavy breathing, nor did she see the desire raging in his eyes.

“Done.” He closed the medicine bottle, then picked up the pants he had taken off and prepared to put them on for Jiang Jiuchu.

Hearing this, Jiang Jiuchu quickly closed her legs, quickly pulled off the thin quilt covering her head and covered her legs, her face red, and grabbed the pants from Shí Yan’s hand, reached into the quilt and put them on herself.

After putting them on, she directly lay on her side, never raising her head to look at Shí Yan from beginning to end.

Shí Yan chuckled softly, then lay down beside Jiang Jiuchu, hugged her in his arms, smelled her scent, and slowly closed his eyes.

…

In the Gu residence, Ji Shutíng was carrying a bowl of lotus seed soup when she pushed open the door to the study, only to find that Gu Changxuan was not inside.

After asking the servant at the door, she learned that Gu Changxuan had just gone to the front hall on business.

She put down the tray in her hand and walked to the inside of the desk, intending to tidy up the cluttered surface.

However, while tidying up, she found a painting pressed under a book.

Ji Shutíng curiously picked up the open book, only to see a painting of a woman with a superior appearance.

The woman was standing under a peach tree, reaching out to gently support a peach blossom that was in full bloom, smiling and smelling the fragrance. The scene was extremely beautiful.

Ji Shutíng stared at the person in the painting, feeling a sense of familiarity that she couldn’t quite grasp.

Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps from outside the house entered her ears, and she quickly put the painting aside and continued to tidy up the table as if nothing had happened.

Seeing Gu Changxuan cross the threshold, she quickly walked out from behind the desk, “Husband, where did you go? Come and sit down, the lotus seed soup the kitchen made today is even better than usual, try it.”

Ji Shutíng ran to Gu Changxuan’s side and pulled him to sit down at the tea table, then picked up the bowl of lotus seed soup and handed it to him.

“Try it.”

“Okay, thank you, Wife.” Gu Changxuan had just crossed the threshold of the study and was pulled to the tea table by Ji Shutíng, so he didn’t notice the desk that had been tidied up at all.

“You and I are husband and wife, Husband, don’t be so polite in the future.” Ji Shutíng said, her eyes shifting as she continued to tidy up the desk.

Gu Changxuan, who was drinking the lotus seed soup, seemed to suddenly remember something and immediately looked up at the desk.

He saw Ji Shutíng holding a painting and looking at him in confusion, smiling as she asked, “Husband, who is this? So beautiful! Did you paint it?”

Ji Shutíng’s sudden question made the expression on Gu Changxuan’s face freeze for a moment.

“Oh, this… this is my younger sister, she unfortunately passed away a year ago.”

Gu Changxuan originally wanted to say it was no one, but that didn’t seem to make sense at all.

After he finished speaking, his expression became sorrowful, “Only this painting of her was left at home. Wife, please put it away quickly, don’t let mother see it, otherwise mother will be sad and unable to eat for several days.”

Unable to find any reason to explain the existence of this painting, he had to make up this reason.

After all, Ji Shutíng didn’t know the situation of his family, and it was thousands of miles away from Kyoto, so it wouldn’t be necessary to go to great lengths to verify the painting.

“Oh, okay.” Ji Shutíng nodded, feeling relieved, and opened a drawer next to her, carefully putting the portrait inside.

After putting it away, she walked to Gu Changxuan’s side and sat down, “Husband, do you have a younger sister?”

“Yeah.” Gu Changxuan picked up the spoon and continued to drink the lotus seed soup, as if he didn’t want to mention it any further.

However, whether it was because the sad thing was mentioned, or what, the lotus seed soup that was still sweet just now, tasted tasteless in his mouth at this moment.