Transmigrated into the body of the vicious first wife of a fallen prime minister

Qi He belatedly came to her senses.

Was the spot where Shang Jue drank from just now where she used her mouth...?

Thinking of this, Qi He's face turned bright red.

That can't be right, it must just be a coincidence...

This sounds like those scenes in novels where the characters indirectly touch each other's lips and teeth.

As she was lost in thought, Shang Jue had already put down the empty bowl.

The bowl of hot soup didn't seem to make him feel much better, so Qi He had to rummage through the medicines she kept at home, pick out a few bottles that looked like they were for treating stomach ailments, and present them to him all at once.

After taking the medicine, Qi He originally planned to go back to her room to rest, but Shang Jue looked really pitiful sitting alone on the stone bench in the courtyard.

Her conscience began to bother her, and she lingered there, not leaving.

She reached out to help him: "Let me take you back to your room."

Shang Jue glanced at her, seemingly somewhat surprised that she hadn't left yet.

Qi He felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze.

That bastard, does he think she's just a heartless rich vase who only knows how to spend money on shopping?

Even their decorative vases have heart!

Qi He was determined to make a good impression so that Shang Jue would change his stereotype of her.

She helped him slowly walk to his room, thinking to herself, "This stomach ailment will be better if I just sleep it off and sweat it out."

Qi He was very close to him, and Shang Jue could smell a very faint sweet fragrance around his nose. It was not like the perfumes and cosmetics she applied during the day, but rather the natural scent of her skin.

Shang Jue's bedroom faces south.

Qi He pushed open the door, settled him on the couch, and straightened up to look around the room. This was Shang Jue's residence.

Although they were in the same hospital, this was her first time here.

I had imagined it would be some cold, hard ebony, but it turned out to be similar to her room.

After settling Shang Jue in, she poured a cup of hot tea and placed it on the bedside table. After thinking for a moment, she imitated the virtuous wife and loving mother in the novel, dragged a small stool from the corner of the room to the edge of the bed and sat down, intending to keep him company.

Shang Jue found it strange that they hadn't left by this time: "Why aren't you leaving yet?"

"I'll wait until you fall asleep," Qi He said. "What if you need a drink of water or need to use the restroom later?"

"I have an abdominal ailment, not a broken arm or leg."

Besides, if I need to relieve myself, will you come with me?

Even Xiao Shangjue would be shy if you weren't.

"What if you're in so much pain you can't get up?" Qi He argued illogically.

Shang Jue leaned against the headboard and let out a long, meaningful "Oh~".

Qi He gave him a questioning look, and Shang Jue slowly added, "There's no need to be so eager to relieve yourself with me."

Qi He suddenly recalled the embarrassing incident at the clinic last time. She stood up expressionlessly, and just as she turned her head, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Her hands are rather cold, especially in winter when they become icy cold, like a piece of jade.

"What for?"

"Didn't you say you'd wait until I fell asleep?"

"You seem to be in good spirits; you don't need me to keep you company!"

"Hiss—" Shang Jue frowned.

Qi He's heart tightened, and she turned around: "I told you not to move around."

She pressed the business slip back down and sat back down on the small stool.

This time, Shang Jue moved a little further into the tatami mat, making room for half of the bedding: "Come and lie down, it's cold down there."

Qi He stared at the empty space for a long time.

While sitting down definitely makes my hands and feet cold, lying down doesn't seem like a good idea either...

She struggled internally for a while, but in the end, she was swayed by the warmth of the bed.

It's not like we've never shared a bed before, what's there to be afraid of?

If he dares to lay a hand on me... Hmph, does he really think I'm playing house at the martial arts gym?

Thinking of this, Qi He silently slipped into bed.

It was definitely warmer on the tatami mat than under it.

Qi He was like a contented cat; the moment her head hit the pillow, she forgot all about her duty to care for the patient, found a comfortable position, and drifted off to sleep.

After all this commotion, it was already past midnight. She had been woken up by Shang Jue's noise, and now she was exhausted and listless.

"Go to sleep when you're tired," Shang Jue said beside her.

"No," Qi He said, forcing herself to stay awake. "I'll go back to my room after you fall asleep..."

It has been almost a year since the betrothal ceremony, and the two have only shared a bed a handful of times.

At first, Shang Jue didn't care, but later, for some reason, he became somewhat dissatisfied with sleeping in separate rooms.

Hearing that she was still insisting on going back to her own room, Shang Jue added coolly, "Then you can wait here."

Qi He mumbled a "hmm" and then fell silent.

When she opened her eyes again, it was nearly noon the next day.

The thick, light-blocking curtains hung down completely, preventing even a sliver of sunlight from getting in.

Qi He opened her eyes groggily, seeing the unfamiliar cabinet top and beams, her mind still reeling.

This doesn't seem to be her bedroom.

She moved and realized that she was completely clinging to Shang Jue.

Her arm crossed his chest, her left leg casually straddled his waist, and her head rested on his arm, buried in his chest, looking just like a koala clinging to a tree branch.

Qi He instantly woke up. Wasn't she here to take care of Shang Jue last night? How did she end up sleeping on him?

Did Shang Jue tie her to him after she fell asleep?

She froze, trying to slowly retract her hands and feet.

The moment she moved, Shang Jue seemed to be waking up, and his handsome face was magnified right in front of her without her any warning.

Even at such close range, I couldn't see any blemishes on his face.

That bastard, he's got a good-looking face, though.

But could you please remove your hand from her waist first? Otherwise, how can she sneak off the hotel without anyone noticing?

They had shared a bed before, but never before had they woken up embracing each other.

Could it be that she slept very badly last night?

No, I don't usually hug people when I sleep alone, so why does this happen when I sleep with Shang Jue?

This bastard must have orchestrated this himself!

I felt bad just so she would wake up!

Qi He's mind raced with thoughts as she cautiously struggled in Shang Jue's arms, only to be met with an even tighter restraint.

She pulled one arm out, but the other was pinned down. Just as she lowered her leg from his waist, her own waist was grabbed.

Whenever she moved, Shang Jue would unconsciously move along with her.

After a few times, even the slow-witted Qi He finally realized—the bastard had been awake all along and was just teasing her!

Miss Qi's morning grumpiness instantly reached its peak, and she gave a sharp shove, showing no mercy.

Shang Jue couldn't keep up the act any longer, so he opened his eyes, loosened his grip on her waist, and looked at her innocently: "What's wrong?"

Qi He was furious and dared to ask what was wrong.

She demanded, "Why didn't you wake me up last night?"

"I called you." Shang Jue had just woken up, his voice still a little hoarse. "You weren't awake. I called you several times, and you said I was annoying and told me to leave."

Qi He choked up; it sounded like something she would do.

"And you even sleepwalk." Shang Jue's tone suddenly took on a hint of accusation.

Qi He was shocked: "I was sleepwalking?"

"Hmm." Shang Jue raised his chin, gesturing to her leg that was still draped over him. "You came over and hugged me last night."

Qi He did indeed cling to him like a koala when she woke up this morning. With witnesses and physical evidence, she was momentarily speechless.

"Then why don't you push me away?" she asked, forcing herself to retort.

"You think I didn't?" Shang Jue's voice held a hint of amusement. "I resisted fiercely, but to no avail."

Qi He was rendered speechless by his words. She seemed to have never won against Shang Jue in their arguments. This time, she suffered a crushing defeat as well.

Even after Shang Jue got up and finished washing up, Qi He was still nestled in the bedding, reviewing the situation from beginning to end. She recalled many points where she could have retorted, but she had lost because she wasn't as thick-skinned as Shang Jue.

Shang Jue urged her to get up and wash, but Qi He dawdled and was reluctant to get up, intending to stay on the couch and sleep a little longer.

Shang Jue used the same trick as before, carrying her and the blanket into the clean room, holding her face and wiping her face and rinsing her mouth.

Qi He's teeth are straight and her smile is like a seashell. Her lips, however, are naturally a red bean paste color and are plump.

As Shang Jue wiped her face, his thumb accidentally pressed lightly against her lower lip, and for some reason, the fleeting touch they had shared underwater earlier surfaced in his mind.

It wasn't a proper kiss; she was just desperate to survive and wanted to borrow a breath of life from him.

At that time, he didn't have any feelings for her; that kiss left him with a complex and indescribable feeling.

What was he thinking at that time?

"Hmm... Shang Jue, why did you stop?" Qi He looked up at him, her mouth still full of salt water, her face obediently held in his hands.

Shang Jue snapped out of his daze and removed the handkerchief from her lips: "If you're awake, do it yourself."

After washing up, Qi He happily ran to the dressing room to change into her favorite dress.

She didn't have anything important to do today. The martial arts school wasn't finished being renovated yet, so after thinking it over, she decided to go find Hu Ying to play polo.

When I came out after changing my clothes, a blue-curtained carriage arrived at Qianjinlou.

Manager He Wenfang got out of the car, carrying several volumes of books in his arms, followed by two young assistants, who handed a stack of documents to Shang Jue.

Qi He had just come out of the dressing room when He Wenfang saw her. He paused for a moment, then bowed and greeted her, "Second Miss."

The two young men hurriedly bent down, their ears turning red, but their eyes kept sneaking glances at Qi He.

Qi He was completely confused. Why were these people looking at her so strangely?

Shang Jue took the document and flipped through a few pages. He Wenfang then whispered a few words about the business operations of the company.

Qi He felt disgusted when she heard these words. She was just a happy, rich, salted fish. Why did she have to hear such disgusting words first thing in the morning?

After He Wenfang left, Qi He tilted her head and asked Shang Jue, "Aren't you going to the trading company today?"

Shang Jue walked towards the study: "I'm not going."

He paused for a moment, then added meaningfully, "I overslept."

Qi He felt inexplicably guilty. It couldn't be because she had overslept, could it?

When they used to sleep in separate rooms, Shang Jue would get up very quietly in the early morning and leave around 5 a.m., so Qi He, who slept until late morning, would never see him.

It seems that the first time Shang Jue woke up late was because he shared a bed with her.

She felt a little guilty: "So... has everything been arranged at the trading company?"

"Um."

"They won't say anything, will they?"

Qi He was worried. She remembered that there were still a few old managers at Juxian who were not convinced by Shang Jue, who was not of the same surname. If he did not go to the shop without a reason, they might find a pretext to use against him.

Shang Jue patiently replied, "No, I told them I stayed with Madam to rest a little longer."

Qi He's expression cracked.

I stayed with my wife to rest a little longer!

What's the difference between this and banging gongs and drums in the street and saying they've been burning with passion all night?

But they were clearly innocent; nothing had happened.

Shang Jue suppressed a smile: "What's wrong?"

Qi He's hair stood on end: "You just told them that?"

No wonder those people looked at her with the word "femme fatale" written all over their faces.

How did she end up with the script of becoming a harbinger of disaster, causing the emperor to neglect his duties?

"Is there something wrong?" Shang Jue asked calmly.

It was indeed because he stayed up late with Qi Xiaohe.

Qi He was speechless, choked by his words: "What's the difference between that and directly saying 'we'...?"

"Besides, we clearly haven't done anything..."

Before she could finish speaking, Shang Jue slowly added, "So this is what you care about."

Qi He was taken aback, but Shang Jue calmly added the final blow: "Don't worry, Madam, there will definitely be one next time."

Qi He's ears suddenly burned.

Anyone want one of these?