Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Jing Yuanzhao didn't go to bed until midnight.

When he woke up, the curtains in the guest room were tightly closed, blocking out Jin Yang.

There was no one beside the bed.

He sat up.

Faintly hearing voices, Jing Yuanzhao came downstairs in his pajamas.

In the restaurant downstairs, the long window is open, and the morning sun shines in from the window, and the ground is covered with golden light.

Yan Xin wore the dress Jing Yuanzhao prepared for her.

The cherry pink Hangou top with wide sleeves and slanted lapel accentuated her slender waist. The clothes have complicated patterns, a kind of deliberate opulence, and there is nothing vulgar about what she wears.

The more colorful the clothes, the more gorgeous her face becomes.

There was no decoration on her dark hair, just a pearl comb. A ray of scorching sun sets, and there is a faint halo.

It's too beautiful.

Jing Yuanzhao looked a little crazy.

He kept looking at her.

Yan Xin was packing up the lotus flowers brought by the maid. She turned around and saw him standing at the winding staircase. She called out "brother" in a low voice and continued playing with the flowers.

Jing Yuanzhao walked up to her hand and smelled it: "It smells very good. Where did it come from?"

"Peilan said the kitchen buyer brought it back and it's very fresh," Yan Xin said.

Peilan is the only maid in Jing Yuanzhao's villa. She is a bit timid and a bit shy, but Yan Xin can talk to her well.

"It's really good." Jing Yuanzhao said, "Flowers are just right for you."

Yan Xin lowered her eyelashes.

Thick eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes, making her expression unclear.

Jing Yuanzhao wanted to kiss her, but he didn't brush his teeth and wash his face because he got up early, so he went upstairs first.

After a while, he washed up, changed his clothes and went downstairs. The maid and the cook were already preparing breakfast.

Breakfast includes fresh lotus seed porridge and lotus leaf glutinous rice chicken.

There are seven or eight kinds of breakfast of all kinds.

Yan Xin stretched out her hand, ready to scoop the porridge for him, but he avoided it.

He scooped a bowl himself and brought it to her.

Yan Xin: "Thank you, brother."

Jing Yuanzhao touched her head.

While stroking her hair, he took off the pearl comb.

Yan Xin's hair instantly flowed down her shoulders like a waterfall and spread half of her back.

She was confused and a little annoyed, and looked at him quietly.

Jing Yuanzhao just smiled, stood up, walked behind her, and casually tied up her long hair.

He moved quickly, and the knot was messy, but he managed to form it into shape. He gave her a low bun and inserted a gold hairpin.

"...Pearl is too plain and doesn't deserve your outfit today." Jing Yuanzhao said.

Yan Xin didn't object, she just looked at his hand and said, "Brother, give me back that comb."

"This kind of southern pearl is nothing more precious than that." Jing Yuanzhao smiled, "I'll find something better for you next time."

Yan Xin: "..."

She did not continue to beg.

All are not fools.

Jing Yuanzhao knew that this kind of southern pearl was not Yan Xin's own, but was given by Sheng Yuanshan last time.

Yan Xin didn't bother to care. Her uncle gave it to her, it's hers, she can give it to whomever she wants.

"Brother, is there anything else you need this morning?" Yan Xin asked, "If everything is okay, I will go back after dinner."

"it is good."

The two of them ate quietly.

Jing Yuanzhao found out that Yan Xin liked the spicy and sour lotus root dish very much, so he asked the kitchen to prepare a small jar for her to take back.

After the meal, Jing Yuanzhao planned to send her back.

But she stopped again.

"Jing Yuanzhao, the two of us...we started yesterday?" she asked.

Jing Yuanzhao laughed, moved a little closer to her, and asked casually: "Have I touched you? Don't talk about serious matters, I didn't even touch you."

Yan Xin's lacquered eyes were too quiet.

She is somewhat conflicted.

When it comes to love between men and women, her attitude is not fear or shyness, but disgust.

She seemed repulsed by this kind of thing.

——At her age, even if she consummates her marriage with Jiang Siqiao, she won't be like this.

"You have to give me an accurate answer." Yan Xin didn't seem to hear his joke, "Jing Yuanzhao, you have to hang me up or down."

"I met you at the end of spring, and you didn't give it to me, which only whetted my appetite." Jing Yuanzhao said, "Now that you think about it, I have to cooperate?"

Yan Xin: "..."

"Zhu Zhu'er, the relationship between us started from the day I met you. It has no time limit and will not end unless I don't like you anymore." Jing Yuanzhao said.

"When do you not like it?"

"You can wait." He smiled. "When the day comes that I don't like it, you will be the first to know."

"Wait until you get married." Yan Xin looked at him carefully, "Is that okay?"

"Is this your deadline?"

"Yes. Hanging out with Yan Wanwan's fiancé is already despicable enough. I can't become more depraved," Yan Xin said.

Jing Yuanzhao frowned slightly.

"Besides, I have a husband. I'm not a young lady. I can just hang out like this. I want to live my own life." Yan Xin continued.

Jing Yuanzhao's jaw tightened.

He held her waist, brought her close to him, and kissed her lips again.

He greedily took in her breath and let go after a while: "You have to choose what kind of life you want to live. Zhuzhu'er, you made the wrong choice."

Yan Xin turned her head away.

Jing Yuanzhao sent her home.

The adjutant took a bag, which contained three sets of cheongsam, three sets of old-fashioned summer cloth dresses, and a jar of side dishes.

There are also several pieces of gold jewelry set with rubies.

Yan Xin likes gold and gems very much, they are very eye-catching and precious.

She didn't refuse.

As soon as she came back, Songxiangyuan had a backbone and everyone became busy.

Sister Cheng told her: "Yesterday morning, my cousin came; in the middle of the afternoon, the third young master also came. We all used the excuse that you were not feeling well and took a rest inside."

Yan Xin sat down and planned to copy the medical records.

Her grandfather left her a box of handwritten letters.

After she was reborn, she copied these, revising and organizing them.

After a while, she took it to a bookstore to make books and pass them on to her disciples in the future.

While cutting the paper, she asked, "What did they say they wanted to see me for?"

"Miss Cousin said she wanted to invite you out to listen to a play; the third young master didn't say anything, he just came to see you." Sister-in-law Cheng said.

Then he said, "It's inappropriate for the third young master to do this. Do you want to tell the eldest lady?"

Yan Xin Leng sneered: "The eldest wife will not care about him, she will even condone him."

The eldest wife never disputes with her son head-on, lest mother and son become discordant.

Therefore, she is a kind mother who supports her son in everything. Behind the scenes, what she was tormenting was innocent Yan Xin.

The eldest lady must be the first to know that Jiang Yunzhou came to Songxiangyuan. If she wanted to take care of it, she would have taken care of it long ago.

"That's not a big deal." Mrs. Cheng frowned.

Yan Xin: "Don't let him in next time, even if he comes with Mr. Xi, don't let him in."

Mrs. Cheng said yes.

Yan Xin quietly cut paper and called Sangzhi to come in and polish the ink.

Sangzhi was worried.

Yan Xin saw that she was distracted and looked at her: "What's wrong with you?"

"No, it's okay." Sangzhi said.

Yan Xin: "If you don't feel well, go down and rest. I don't need to serve you here. I'm used to being quiet when I write."

Sangzhi said yes.

She walked to the door and paused slightly.

Yan Xin saw it from the corner of her eye and turned to look at her.

Sangzhi hurried out. At that glance, Yan Xin vaguely saw tears in her eyes.

Yan Xin was slightly lost in thought for a moment.