Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Uncle gave Yan Xin a box of Nanzhu.

The pearls are all bright and plump, about the size of soybeans, and are perforated. They can be used to tie beads into flowers or make earrings or necklaces.

Yan Xin: "This is too precious, uncle."

Sheng Yuanshan smiled quietly: "Is it more valuable than my life?"

Accept gifts from others and let the person giving them feel happy about you, and they will be happy too.

Yan Xin gave him a big, full smile: "Thank you, uncle."

Sheng Yuanshan was stunned for a moment.

"You're welcome, Xin'er," he said.

The governor's wife also called Yan Xin "Xin'er", which made Yan Xin feel normal.

But Sheng Yuanshan's tone and his deep magnetic voice made these two words seem to have magic power, scratching Yan Xin's eardrums.

Crispy and fluffy.

Yan Xin felt uncomfortable for a moment.

Don't know why.

In her two lifetimes, she has never cared about men. The men I met, even if they were as handsome and respectable as Jiang Siqiao, were all in bad shape.

Jing Yuanzhao is even more of a gangster.

Shengyuan Mountain is different.

The unusual feeling made Yan Xin very cautious when facing him.

"Uncle, I'm going back first." She took the box and quickly entered the alley.

Sheng Yuanshan's car stopped at the entrance of the alley.

He stood quietly for a while, then turned back.

Yan Xin returned to Songxiangyuan and handed the pearl to Mrs. Cheng.

"This is worth a lot of money." Banxia said beside him.

Mrs. Cheng scolded her for being ignorant: "Nowadays, Nanzhu is the most difficult to find. It is not only valuable, but also rare."

Banxia stuck out her tongue.

Mrs. Cheng thought Yan Xin was going to put it away.

Unexpectedly, Yan Xin said: "Take it to a jewelry shop tomorrow and ask a skilled craftsman to make a necklace and a pearl comb. The rest will be made into pearl flowers."

Mrs. Cheng was filled with joy: "Okay."

Then he said, "Miss Sixth, you should dress up well. When you were at the Yan family, your wooden hairpin and cloth skirt were much prettier than Miss Seven."

Banxia: "Yes, our sixth lady is the most beautiful girl in the Yan family."

Sangzhi added: "Miss, she is beautiful no matter where she is."

Sang Zhi and Feng Ma belong to the old lady of the Jiang family, so they should call Yan Xin "Ms. Xi".

But the two of them were shrewd and guessed that Yan Xin didn't like hearing the title "young mistress".

Neither Yan Xin nor Xi Shao consummated their marriage. In essence, she is not a young lady.

I saw Mrs. Cheng and Ban Xia calling her Miss together.

It was natural for Sang Zhi and Feng Ma to call them "Miss".

This time Yan Xin heard the servants complimenting her on her beauty. She didn't think it was a compliment from her own people, but suddenly listened to it.

"...Do men also think I'm beautiful?" she asked.

Mrs. Cheng and others were amused by her.

Several people said that this was inevitable.

Yan Xin looked at the black lacquered silver begonia flower box filled with pearls, quietly lost in thought.

She suddenly thought: "Where's my uncle? Does he think I'm beautiful?"

This thought was incomprehensible, and Yan's heart seemed to be burned. He got up and went back to the bedroom to change clothes and comb his hair.

A few days later, Mrs. Cheng took back the pearl jewelry.

Yan Xin tried it on, and the white pearl light made her face fairer and rosier.

They were obviously pure pearls, but they were too white. They made her dark hair and red lips look too beautiful, making her look like a begonia.

As long as the crabapples are in full bloom, all other flowers will be less beautiful.

Yan Xin took off the jewelry.

Then one time when she went out, Mrs. Cheng wanted to wear the pearl comb for her, but she refused.

"Don't you like it very much, Miss?" Sister Cheng asked.

"I don't like it very much, I just think it looks good." Yan Xin said, "There are too many good things in this world."

Mrs. Cheng didn't understand this.

I was anxious to make it before, but now I don’t want to wear it anymore...

In the blink of an eye, it’s mid-June, the hottest day of the year.

Yan Xin was too lazy to eat.

She slept alone on a large iron bed with a soft mat.

Yan Xin's underwear is made of linen, plain linen, cool and transparent.

She was in the room, wearing nothing but thin clothes and pants, her hair tied into a low bun, half lying on the bed reading a book.

She was reading a medical book.

The rear window was open and only a thin gauze curtain was placed to keep out mosquitoes.

Someone pushed open the gauze curtain and jumped in. Yan Xin was surprised.

When she raised her eyes and saw a sweaty man, she was shocked and sat up suddenly.

The sun was scorching outside, and the man was like a fireball, radiating heat all over his body. His hair was wet with sweat, and a wisp of wetness hung above his brow, adding a bit of evil charm to him.

An extremely handsome face and a pair of dark eyes stared at her.

Only then did Yan Xin realize that her clothes were too thin to cover anything.

She wanted to scream, but was afraid. She turned around and tried to pull the quilt to cover her, but Jing Yuanzhao had already knocked her down.

His skin and breath were all burning.

There was also a layer of sweat on the palm of the hand, which was pressed against Yan Xin's body, and he kissed her while pressing it.

Yan Xin didn't dare to move.

The servants were all outside, and the front window was not closed tightly. Yan Xin's heart was beating very fast.

She was scared to death.

Jing Yuanzhao looked like he had been fished out of the water. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and his thin underwear quickly became damp.

The clothes were loose, allowing his hands to roam freely on her skin.

"You, you..." Yan Xin bit his lip with a little force, wishing she could bite off a piece of his flesh.

Jing Yuanzhao felt pain and put his hand into the waistband of her pants. Yan Xin was too frightened to move and relaxed.

His hand could only reach into the waistband of her pants and did not go any further.

"Miss you, Zhuzhu'er." He took a breath of pain, but still smiled coquettishly at her.

With his white teeth and deep dimples, his smile was particularly contagious.

Yan Xin was sad and uncomfortable: "Get up. You smell so bad and you are covered in stinky sweat."

"I can't get up." He gently licked her earrings and held them in his mouth, "Zhuzhu'er, untie the belt for me."

"No!" Yan Xin's face turned pale, "Last time... I won't do that for you again!"

"What kind of thing?" He smiled maliciously, "Help me commit suicide?"

Yan Xin covered his mouth: "Don't say anything. Jing Yuanzhao, you are such a shameless gangster. You are so unreasonable."

Jing Yuanzhao kissed her palm: "Did you use this hand last time?"

Yan Xin quickly retracted her hand.

Jing Yuanzhao raised her hands above her head and held them down with one hand; with the other hand, he did whatever he wanted inside her clothes.

Yan Xin was far less powerful than him and couldn't break free. She was so angry and anxious that she arched her legs to push against him, but his legs were inserted between her legs.

She didn't dare to move for a moment.

"Zhuzhu'er, you said that Shengxia won't accompany me, so you can't watch me become a monk? You must have some strength." He kissed her lips again.

Yan Xin tasted a bit of blood.

She had just bit his lip, and his lips were bleeding, but he didn't even notice.

Really vulgar and thick-skinned.

"You didn't say enough last time. Find someone else."

Yan Xin was so depressed by him that it was difficult to breathe, and her words were breathy and her head was ecstatic.

Jing Yuanzhao: "Who the hell am I looking for? Whoever I look for will think of you. You didn't get this, so I only think about you."

Yan Xin seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, and her whole body was cold.

After rebirth, the road has been smooth everywhere, so why do we have to meet Jing Yuanzhao?

Give her trouble.

She had never seen him in her previous life.

Why do he and she have to meet in this life? God has allowed her to be reborn, why should he set up such obstacles for her?

She didn't owe Jing Yuanzhao anything.