Surprise! The rough husband is the hidden boss of the period literature

Chapter 397 Let's take a look at Xu Zhiqing

I like you!

Jiang Xingye watched her with enjoyment.

Sweat dampened her temples; it was already autumn, and the nights were actually quite chilly.

She couldn't help but go to meet him, tears streaming down her face, her eyes glowing with a bewitching red—a captivating allure, a seductive charm that made one fall into a deep abyss, and also Jiang Xingye's own endless abyss.

He buried himself, buried himself as deep as possible, he would give his life for her!

"I want you to have my child!" Jiang Xingye gritted his teeth and tied her wrists to the kang (a heated brick bed).

Xu Qinghuan burst into tears, her fingers digging into Jiang Xingye's arm. Through her hazy eyes, she saw Jiang Xingye's furrowed brows and unbearable expression. His out-of-control look made her feel much more at peace.

The two hugged each other tightly and didn't separate for a long time.

On their wedding night, just as he had imagined, things were different from before, and he became completely infatuated with her. Even during the day, the way he looked at her was different.

Sure enough, not long after, Jiang Xingye sat up, but he didn't continue. Instead, he said, "Let's go into the space, shall we go to the bath?"

Xu Qinghuan knew what he was thinking. She was exhausted and turned her upper body to lie on her side, in a slightly contorted position. "Go by yourself."

Jiang Xingye picked her up and let her sit on his lap.

Xu Qinghuan gasped, her drowsiness vanishing instantly. She quickly braced herself against his shoulders, lifting her body slightly to ease the discomfort, and stared at him with wide eyes.

Jiang Xingye felt a little uncomfortable, turned his face away, and supported her waist with both hands. "I didn't mean to."

"You did this on purpose, are you trying to kill me?"

"How could I kill you? Would I be willing to?" He brushed the sweat-dampened hair from her temples. She was drenched in sweat, as if she had been soaked in the rain for a long time.

Xu Qinghuan pulled him into the space.

He carried her to the bath, and Xu Qinghuan buried her face in the crook of his shoulder.

Jiang Xingye supported her, and every step she took seemed very difficult.

This path was originally very short, passing through the square, the main hall, a courtyard, and then the sleeping quarters before reaching the bathhouse, but it took a very long time to walk it.

Jiang Xingye stood at the entrance of the bedroom, leaning against the door frame. He didn't want to leave. He held Xu Qinghuan's head with one hand and pressed his lips down heavily.

The intertwined sounds assaulted the other's eardrums and heart. Xu Qinghuan seemed to hear the roar of a dragon, carrying endless desire, violently pounding against her heart.

"Huanhuan, you're going to kill me, you're trying to take my life, do you know that?" Jiang Xingye held the back of her neck as he watched her cry in front of him.

He could never bear to hurt her; he loved her too much and cared too much, which is why he was so insecure.

But things were different after marriage; he thought she cried in front of him every night.

The walls of the bath were warmed by the hot spring water, and Xu Qinghuan collapsed against them, unable to support herself.

Jiang Xingye knelt in front of her, slowly rose from the water, and embraced her.

The corners of her eyes still held a hint of red, like the first flower blooming in spring, charming and alluring, a springtime beauty that blossomed for him.

As long as Xu Qinghuan didn't wake up, Jiang Xingye couldn't go out.

After he finished turning over a patch of medicinal herbs, he looked through the open window and saw Xu Qinghuan still fast asleep under the covers.

She lay on her side, revealing a glimpse of her fragrant shoulder, white and smooth as snow, dotted with blooming red plum blossoms. Jiang Xingye glanced at her and was completely captivated.

He put down his farm tools, washed his hands, changed his clothes, and then went into his bedchamber.

Xu Qinghuan slowly opened her eyes. Jiang Xingye supported her back with one hand and brought a cup of tea to her lips with the other. "Have some." Xu Qinghuan took two sips, and her sore throat felt better.

Someone was calling from the courtyard outside. Xu Qinghuan listened carefully and said, "It's Dong Liangcheng. He probably wants to see you."

She was dressed, but the red marks on her collarbone couldn't be hidden.

Xu Qinghuan glared at him fiercely.

But a hint of spring appeared in the corners of her eyes and brows, and that glance seemed like a seduction.

Jiang Xingye was moved. He hugged Xu Qinghuan and kissed her for a while, saying, "I'll be more careful next time."

“You always say you’ll be more careful next time, but you never actually do. You’re a liar.” Xu Qinghuan pinched the flesh on his waist, but it was all muscle and she couldn’t pinch it at all.

Jiang Xingye grabbed her hand and pulled it down, saying, "Here, give it a squeeze."

Xu Qinghuan kicked him in anger, "Jiang Xingye, do you want to be any more vulgar?"

"I only do this with you." Jiang Xingye carried her outside. "Your man only likes being with you!"

He finally said "your man" with a clear conscience.

With the autumn harvest halfway through, Dong Liangcheng came to Jiang Xingye to discuss the next steps.

Xu Qinghuan sat in her room eating breakfast.

Jiang Xingye cooked porridge in her space when she got up in the morning. She heated up the steamed buns from yesterday and ate them with two side dishes. She found it a little hard to swallow.

My appetite isn't very good.

Perhaps things went too far.

Jiang Xingye came in, and she fell asleep on the kang (a heated brick bed).

The unfinished food was set aside. I only took two bites of the steamed bun and drank only a small portion of the porridge. However, I ate several more bites of the side dishes.

Jiang Xingye picked her up and laid her upright, then pulled the blanket over her.

On the threshing floor, Zhou Guizhi came to work after settling the new mother in her family. When she heard Qiu Linghua gossiping that her daughter-in-law had given birth to another daughter and that Jiang Xingbing couldn't have a son, she rushed up and kicked the small stool that Qiu Linghua was sitting on.

"What are you gossiping about? You have a son and a daughter-in-law, but what have they given birth to? Huh? I want to see what kind of gold ingot Kong Zhiqing can produce for your Sun Laizi family."

"I'm just saying. Your Jinhua has already given birth to three daughters. Why aren't you worried?" Qiu Linghua didn't dare to confront Zhou Guizhi directly.

“Mind your own business. I love my granddaughter. My eldest, second, and third children will be no worse than other people’s sons in the future.”

“No matter how good she is, she’ll still have to get married in the future,” Qiu Linghua said.

“So what if she gets married? Does that mean she’s no longer my granddaughter?” Zhou Guizhi said. “I’ll raise my granddaughter the same way I raise my sons. If I hear you gossiping again, I won’t be polite to you.”

Nearby, Lu Mingqiu was also working. Hu E asked her, "Lu, do you have a boyfriend in the city?"

Lu Mingqiu shook his head, and Hu E's eyes lit up. "No, if you don't have one, how about Auntie introduces you to someone?"

When Lu Mingqiu saw that Lu Nianying was listening intently, she smiled and said, "No need, Auntie, I don't want to get married."

“Why don’t you want to get married? Men should marry when they’re of age, and women should marry when they’re of age. If you don’t get married now, all the good ones will be taken by someone else in the future,” Hu E said, giving an example.

“Look at Xu, the educated youth. She came a year earlier than you and immediately took a liking to Jiang Xiaowu. He was the most outstanding young man in our surrounding area. She snatched him up. Before marriage, he didn’t have to work. After marriage, he doesn’t even have to leave the house. He’s been pampered like a delicate flower.”

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