Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

It was a cold night in winter, so Yan Xin had better take a shower first.

Jing Yuanzhao also washed, with quick movements, his whole body was washed clean.

The skylight is opened in the bedroom and a heater is placed, making the room warm and breathable.

Yan Xin's brocade quilt is soft, and she is even softer.

She kept her promise, agreed to him in a daze, and never regretted it.

It was the first time that she cooperated with him like this.

Jing Yuanzhao tossed and turned three times. He was really tired before he went to take a shower and lay down again.

Yan Xin's shoulders seemed to be blooming with peach blossoms. She was wearing pajamas, and the collar was slightly loose, so he reached in and rubbed the creamy skin on her shoulders.

His hands were dishonest, and he commented: "This waist is too thin, will it make you tired?"

"Why are you tired?" she asked.

She was also tired. When he feels comfortable, he will definitely serve to make her happy too.

Yan Xin's head was empty and she had almost no ability to think.

Jing Yuanzhao said: "The shoulders are so thin, the waist is so thin, and all the flesh is here. It's very tiring."

Yan Xin pinched his face, using both hands hard together, and said to him: "Vulgar, not a serious word!"

"From the moment I wanted to sleep with you, I never thought about being serious." Jing Yuanzhao said.

Yan Xin: "..."

He hugged her and praised her good figure, like a jade gourd turned into essence. He also praised her good skin, fair and flawless, and said her black hair was smooth.

Yan Xin leaned against him, feeling very at ease after hearing his words.

She always thought that these exaggerated words were too false. But even if it is a lie, it sounds so touching, like eating honey.

"Brother, have you been sweet since childhood?" Yan Xin asked him.

Jing Yuanzhao: "No, my mother-in-law doesn't like my glib tongue. I learn what I know and sell it now, and I only treat you sweetly."

Because she was always heavy, Jing Yuanzhao wanted to coax her. She is always happy when you praise her. Jing Yuanzhao is a smart person and he quickly found the trick.

And Yan Xin is indeed good in everything and deserves his praise.

He praised it ten thousand times and it was not enough.

"Brother, you are good to me." Yan Xin said.

"If I want to ask you to be my wife, of course I have to treat you well." Jing Yuanzhao said.

"Give me a promise."

"Okay, you say."

"Tell me the truth no matter what," Yan Xin said. "If I don't ask you, you don't have to tell me. But if I ask, you can't lie to me."

Jing Yuanzhao thought about it seriously. He told people everything he wanted to say, and immediately nodded: "Okay, I will always tell you the truth."

He asked again, "What about you?"

Yan Xin: "I can't. I have a secret that I can't tell anyone. It will follow me into the coffin."

"That dream of yours?"

Yan Xin was silent for a moment and nodded: "Yes."

"Okay, I won't ask." Jing Yuanzhao said.

He hugged her tightly, feeling that the future of the two of them was stable. Jing Yuanzhao whispered: "My heart is full of you, Zhuzhu'er."

Yan Xin raised her face and kissed him: "Brother, when you were not at home, I..."

She seemed ashamed to speak, and it took a long time before she said, "I miss you too."

Jing Yuanzhao laughed and kissed her again.

Too tired, Jing Yuanzhao didn't get up for a late night snack and fell asleep with Yan Xin in his arms.

The next day, when he slept until the third day of the sun, he woke up hungry.

Afraid that Yan Xin would dislike him, he endured his hunger and brushed his teeth before sitting down at the dining table.

Yan Xin washes up, combs her hair, and changes clothes. When she finished it and came out, Jing Yuanzhao was eating his third bowl of pig trotter noodle soup.

Seeing him feasting happily, Yan Xin was not disappointed. She just thought to herself: "I must have a fat husband in this life."

With the amount of food he eats, a middle-aged man will definitely gain weight; and with his height and broad shoulders, he will become a wall of fat.

Yan Xin imagined that he was like a mountain, shaking when he walked and snoring continuously when sleeping, she shuddered.

After Jing Yuanzhao finished eating the noodles and was about to drink soup, Yan Xin took his bowl and said, "You ate a lot!"

She observed him and saw that he was now lean and strong, with no extra flesh on his body, and she felt a little relieved.

"I'm not even fed. Why, I didn't serve you well last night?" Jing Yuanzhao asked.

Feng's mother, Cheng's sister-in-law, and Banxia are all here.

Yan Xin's ears were quietly red, and she was afraid that he would say something again, so she quickly returned the bowl to him.

She glared at him bitterly.

Jing Yuanzhao smiled, a little childish as he deliberately teased her and made her angry.

After breakfast, Tang Bai came over and had something to do in the morning.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, so things are probably very urgent and need to be completed before the end of the year.

"Zhuzhu'er, I'm going to stay at the Governor's Mansion tomorrow and celebrate the New Year there. Arrange everything in the yard today and I'll pick you up tomorrow afternoon." Jing Yuanzhao said.

Yan Xin: "I'll go there on New Year's Eve morning, but I won't go tomorrow."

He added, "I'm going to burn anniversary paper for the old grandmother of the Jiang family; I also have to go back to the Yan Mansion to see my own grandmother."

Jing Yuanzhao: "Then I..."

"You don't need to come over anymore, you are busy with your business. I know you will go to the station before the year." Yan Xin said.

Jing Yuanzhao: "Okay."

He touched her hair and then took Tang Bai away.

Sister-in-law Cheng has prepared the anniversary paper for the old grandmother of the Jiang family. Yan Xin was originally planning to burn it this afternoon; Yan Mansion will go back tomorrow morning.

Yan Xin returned to the bedroom and planned to change into plain clothes and go out.

She asked Banxia to come in and wait on her.

But Feng's mother called Banxia out, and she came over to help Yan Xin change clothes.

She had something to say to Yan Xin.

Yan Xin thought it was about Feng’s mother’s son and daughter. The eldest wife is not dead yet, and Feng Ma's children cannot return to Yicheng for the time being. She probably misses them very much.

Unexpectedly, Feng's mother said: "Miss, you and the young marshal are like this... do you need to prepare medicine?"

He added, "You can't get pregnant before marriage. No matter how the governor and his wife don't mind your last marriage, pregnancy before marriage is related to the heir, and I'm afraid it won't look good to the governor's house."

Yan Xin: "Well, I, we... haven't... yet..."

Feng’s mother: “Have you made preparations?”

"No, we haven't..." Yan Xin asked her to come over and tell her.

Feng's mother was very surprised.

She was so shocked that she finally came back to her senses after a while: "Young Marshal, is he willing?"

"He complained before and couldn't get enough of it. Maybe he's used to it now. He thinks long-term and is afraid that I might get pregnant before marriage," Yan Xin said.

Feng's mother was still surprised.

No villager in the countryside is willing to suffer this kind of hardship. The young marshal is a hot-blooded and noble man, and he is actually willing to restrain himself like this for the sake of the young lady.

Feng's mother was surprised, but she was also secretly happy: the young marshal likes the eldest lady so much, the eldest lady must have a bright future.

Yan Xin has lived two lives and is confused about this kind of thing.

She asked Feng's mother: "Young Commander, is it common for him to be like this?"

"It's not common! For the sake of his own happiness, how can a man hold back at a critical moment? The young commander is really good." Feng's mother said.

This was the first time Yan Xin and Feng Ma talked about this topic.

It was a little awkward at first, but the more I talked about it, the smoother it became.

Feng's mother understood the situation and felt her heart in her stomach.

Yan Xin asked her something.

She felt that it was most appropriate to ask Feng's mother about this matter.