Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

The mountain breeze, carrying the chill of the white snow, blew in from the entrance of the hall.

The golden appearance of the Bodhisattva becomes more and more solemn.

However, the expression on Sheng Yuanshan's face was so soft that it was a little ambiguous.

He said: "Zhuzhu'er, don't call me uncle again, okay?"

Yan Xin felt choked.

She understood what Sheng Yuanshan meant.

His tears last time had explained everything.

But she had no experience dealing with this kind of thing. She couldn't just slap him one after another like the second young master of the Jiang family did when he teased her.

——In her previous life, as the owner of a drug store, she had many customers coming in every day, and she also encountered men expressing their love to her.

Yan Xin was married, so she was treated as a "lecher" and either scolded or scolded harshly or asked to be driven out with a pole.

Facing Jing Yuanzhao, she was helpless; but facing Sheng Yuanshan, she was a little panicked.

Underneath her panic, there was another deeper meaning: she was not worthy.

How virtuous and capable is she that deserves Sheng Yuanshan to look at her differently?

She is just a little pretty and has no noble soul. Her soul is worldly, vulgar and vicious.

Just as Sheng Yuanshan subconsciously felt that Yan Xin was as pure as a pearl, Yan Xin also felt that Sheng Yuanshan could see through the skin and detect a person's soul.

Her soul cannot withstand exploration.

Therefore, when Sheng Yuanshan glanced at her, she was very frightened.

"Uncle, I..."

"You call me uncle, but I always feel far away from you." Sheng Yuanshan interrupted her, "Call my name, okay?"

Yan Xin lowered her gaze.

Her eyes fell on the small heater held in her palm.

The cloisonné enamel heater was small and exquisite, making the skin on the back of her hand look white and transparent, like snow, as if it could be melted by the heater.

Yan Xin raised her face, looked into Sheng Yuanshan's eyes, and told him firmly: "Sorry, I can't."

Sheng Yuanshan's dark eyes dimmed, unfathomable for a moment.

"Why?"

"I told my uncle that I don't plan to divorce," Yan Xin said.

Sheng Yuanshan: "I didn't ask you to divorce. Zhuzhu'er, I'm not keen on the most common worldly pleasures. I'm not a vulgar person."

"But I am." Yan Xin said, "Uncle, I am just a common person. If you look at me from a distance, you will feel pity for me. If you are allowed to get too close, you will think that I stink."

Sheng Yuanshan was stunned for a moment, then smiled helplessly: "You are very inferior, aren't you? Did I make you feel inferior?"

Yan Xin was silent.

She thought of Jing Yuanzhao for a moment.

When she was around Jing Yuanzhao, she always felt that this man was so unbearable. If you hang out with him and have his back, it won't be so bad.

She won't feel inferior. Go drink bad wine, eat stinky fish, and look for the lowest pleasures.

No matter who she is, she is comfortable.

But Sheng Yuanshan is different.

Yan Xin would always feel ashamed under his gaze, feeling that he looked down on her and she was not worthy.

This feeling is very unpleasant.

Because she needs to stand on tiptoe to reach him.

And the days of standing on tiptoes are extremely hard.

Yan Xin has suffered a lifetime, and she doesn't want to live another kind of hard life.

She wants to be relaxed. As Jing Yuanzhao said, wearing new clothes, drinking strong wine, and getting entangled in bed are simple and vulgar.

She didn't know how to answer, someone entered the hall.

As soon as Jing Yuanzhao came in, he shouted loudly: "Zhu Zhu'er, it's time to eat. Where did he go?"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly disappeared.

There was nothing but sandalwood, and Yan Xin suddenly returned to reality.

She looks towards the door.

Jing Yuanzhao also wore a thick cashmere windbreaker. He hasn't come close yet, but Yan Xin seems to be able to feel the warmth radiating from his body.

He didn't need a small hand stove to bring in the warmth.

And in his palm, he held a red plum.

The plum blossoms are fragrant, and the fragrance overwhelms the sandalwood in the room, leaving a long and deserted feeling.

"Uncle is here too?" Jing Yuanzhao smiled, feeling deeply moved.

The bitter smile on Sheng Yuanshan's face had not yet tightened. He turned his head and answered after a long while: "Is it already dinner time?"

"Soon." Jing Yuanzhao said.

He walked up to Yan Xin and handed the red plum to her: "For you, Zhu Zhu'er, the one with the best bloom at the top."

The sharp fragrance of plum blossoms assaulted Yan Xin's sense of smell, and she felt extremely happy.

"Thank you, brother." She whispered.

"What are you talking about with uncle?" Jing Yuanzhao asked again, always smiling, the pear vortex could hold a bowl of honey, it was so sweet.

He is in a good mood.

Last night's entanglement made him feel relieved and he was in an excellent mood.

"Nothing to talk about..."

Sheng Yuanshan turned back and said, "I'm telling Zhuzhu'er not to call me uncle."

"What's that called?" Jing Yuanzhao asked.

"It's called 'Yuanshan'." Sheng Yuanshan said.

Jing Yuanzhao's expression dimmed.

He smiled, this time the smile was a little ferocious: "Uncle, why don't you give up?"

"If she were your wife, I would give up. No, you have no right to tell me to give up." Sheng Yuanshan said, "Zhu Zhu'er said that she will not divorce, and she has no plans to divorce you."

Jing Yuanzhao looked at Yan Xin.

Set against the red plum blossoms, her skin became whiter and whiter than snow.

Even without makeup, her facial features are extremely gorgeous, and her eyes are always three times more watery than others.

Jing Yuanzhao looked towards Shengyuan Mountain, but out of the corner of his eye, he looked over the eaves of the hall and saw the water-pink skirt of the pavilion in the distance.

He suddenly grabbed Yan Xin's waist, lowered his head and pecked her lips.

"Uncle, what does it matter whether you plan or not? I like her, so you can't covet her." Jing Yuanzhao said calmly.

Yan Xin was stunned, as if he couldn't hold the hand warmer and red plum in his hands.

She pushed him away and took a few steps back.

What a ridiculous situation.

Looking at the two angry men, she felt that she was a deer, released in the hunting ground for people to hunt for fun.

She watched them quietly.

In her previous life, Sheng Yuanshan died early, and she never met Jing Yuanzhao.

Her rebirth already had more than one variable.

"I don't like you." Yan Xin looked at them, "Your Majesty, Bodhisattva, if I change my mind, I will die badly."

Jing Yuanzhao saw the compassionate and majestic expression of Jinxiang Bodhisattva and panicked in his heart: "Zhu Zhu'er!"

Sheng Yuanshan's expression also changed slightly.

Don't talk nonsense.

"Zhu Zhu'er, this is a Buddhist temple, you have to understand the taboos." Sheng Yuanshan said.

Yan Xin: "I have never refused to welcome you, nor have I played hard to get. You are the ones who don't know how to avoid taboos."

She turned and went out.

Her anger is also quiet and restrained. She neither threw the stove on the floor nor tore the red plums into pieces.

He just walked back to the wing very quickly.

Jing Yuanzhao and Sheng Yuanshan walked out of the hall and stood under the eaves for a moment. Both uncle and nephew were silent.

It was Jing Yuanzhao who spoke first: "Uncle, you went too far today."

He felt that Sheng Yuanshan had offended Yan Xin.

Sheng Yuanshan said, "You are the one who went too far. If you hadn't acted recklessly, she wouldn't have been so angry. It was you who was molesting her."

Jing Yuanzhao: "I like her."

"Ever since you were little, I have given you everything you like." Sheng Yuanshan said.

Because he is an uncle and an elder.

Even though he is only five years older than Jing Yuanzhao.

"It's your turn to step back and let me go." Sheng Yuanshan said, "I like her too."

Standing in the pavilion in the distance, Sheng Rouzhen looked at this side with a small telescope and fell into silence.