After rebirth, the Prime Minister's wife always wanted to leave her father behind and keep her

Cui Yuanqing sneered and lay down on the bed sideways.

Haitang asked hesitantly, "Sir, do you want to rest?"

Cui Yuanqing hummed calmly and said, "Go down, be quiet."

Haitang glanced at Cheng Songan and stepped back.

Cheng Songan stopped writing and looked in disbelief at the man who had taken off his outer robe and was lying on the couch. In her memory, she had never seen him appear in the backyard during the day in the past ten years of her previous life. He was doing nothing like this, not to mention going to bed after just having breakfast.

She asked in confusion, "Master Cui, haven't you finished your rest yet? Why do you want to go to bed right after breakfast?"

Cui Yuanqing closed his eyes and said coldly, "Shut up. You were talking nonsense all night last night and I couldn't sleep for a moment. Now you won't let me sleep?"

Cheng Songan was startled and asked stammeringly, "What did I say?"

Cui Yuanqing was not tired of it, and his tone was a little bad: "It's just a little bit of pain, what else can it be? You are so delicate!"

Cheng Songan breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't tell anyone about his death and rebirth.

She had slept for a whole day and night, and now she was in good spirits, so she thought about taking a walk in the garden. Just as she took a step, she heard the person on the bed said calmly, "Come here!"

Cheng Songan stopped and turned around in surprise, seeing the man lying there with his eyes closed.

"Your Excellency is speaking to me?"

Cui Yuanqing still closed his eyes: "Who else could it be except you?"

Cheng Songan walked over carefully: "What are you doing here..."

Before he could finish his words, he was grabbed by the wrist and dragged to the bed. Cheng Songan was caught off guard and his whole body pressed on him. The two of them could hear each other's heartbeats clearly.

Cheng Songan quickly struggled to get up.

Cui Yuanqing lay down on the bed, put her on his side, held her with her back facing him, and rested his head on her back: "Don't move, let me lean on you for a while."

Cheng Songan widened his eyes and tried to look back to see his expression: "You..."

The hand behind her reached out and held down her head as she tried to turn it back, and whispered, "I told you not to move."

His head rested against her back, and when he spoke, his voice seemed to come from her heart.

Cheng Songan's body stiffened, and she let Cui Yuanqing lean against her back. The arm that was pressing on her was placed on her shoulders, giving her the illusion that he was hugging her from behind while sleeping.

Cui Yuanqing's breathing gradually calmed down, and the warm breath sprinkled on her back, making her feel numb.

Cheng Songan lay motionless on her side, her heart beating uncontrollably. In her previous life, Cui Yuanqing could only come to her room a few times a month, and even when they slept on the same bed, there was hardly any intimacy between them.

Many late nights, Cheng Songan would slowly approach him from behind after he fell asleep and then hug him carefully. But every morning when he woke up, there was no one beside him because Cui Yuanqing had already gone to court.

Her expectations and waiting had long been worn out by the indifference and apathy that she endured day after day.

Now, Cui Yuanqing seems to be a little different from his previous life. He still hates himself, but there is always a hint of tenderness in this disgust.

Cheng Songan couldn't understand, could it be that not having him and Cheng Wanxin become husband and wife on their wedding night would lead to such a big change?

Thinking of Cheng Wanxin, she couldn't help but think of the time when they had committed adultery on her wedding night. How would Cui Yuanqing treat Cheng Wanxin? He would definitely not be cold and indifferent to her. The two of them should be extremely affectionate and gentle, right?

Feeling nauseous for no reason, Cheng Songan moved away and pushed away the hand that was on his shoulder.

Cui Yuanqing noticed her movements, and came closer to her, stubbornly putting his hand on her shoulder.

The half-asleep man spoke in a low and mellow voice: "Be quiet, lie down for a while."

For some reason, Cheng Songan stopped moving, thinking to himself that since he had kept him awake all night, he would not bother with it.

The two of them slept peacefully for a while. When it was almost time for lunch, they heard whispers outside the curtain, one of which was a male voice.

Cui Yuanqing opened his eyes and said to the outside of the window: "If you want to change, come in and tell me."

Cheng Songan was woken up and immediately sat up. Cui Yuanqing had returned to his cold and indifferent look. He got off the bed and put on his clothes in an orderly manner without even looking at her.

Si Bian agreed, went into the house, and stood in front of the curtain in the inner room.

Cui Yuanqing frowned and wanted him to come in, but after looking at Cheng Songan who was still sitting on the bed, he walked out and asked, "What's the matter?"

Si Bian lowered his voice and did not utter a single word.

Cheng Songan wrapped himself in a cloak and lifted a corner of the tent. He saw Cui Yuanqing's brows were tightly furrowed and his lips were pursed, as if there was something important.

In her previous life, she devoted herself to being a good wife and never asked about his affairs outside. In the end, Cheng Wanxin took advantage of her without her realizing it.

Now she just wanted to satisfy her curiosity. What could have caused the usually calm Cui Yuanqing to feel like he was facing a formidable enemy? She asked Sibian, "What happened in the Hanlin Academy?"

Sibian glanced at Cui Yuanqing quickly, forced an awkward smile, and said vaguely: "It's not a big deal."

Cui Yuanqing turned to her, his face turned gloomy again, staring at her for a while before snorting coldly: "You are so capable."

Cheng Songan was puzzled: "I don't understand what you mean."

There was a coldness in Cui Yuanqing's eyes, as if he regarded her as some ferocious beast.

Cheng Songan immediately understood that it must be something related to Cheng Wanxin that made Cui Yuanqing so wary of her.

She said calmly, "If you have anything to do, just go ahead and do it. I will explain to mother and grandmother."

Cui Yuanqing said to Sibian: "Go and tell them first, don't be anxious, and don't make the wrong decision."

His tone was filled with undisguised concern.

Si Bian agreed and went immediately.

Cui Yuanqing stepped forward and grabbed Cheng Songan's chin, forcing her to look up and meet his eyes.

Cheng Songan laughed at himself, almost falling into his pretended gentle trap. He only needed a little information from Cheng Wanxin to reveal his true colors. His gentleness really belonged only to Cheng Wanxin, even when he arranged for his long-term attendant to inform her of the news, he used such a gentle tone.

But to her, he can turn against her at any time.

Cui Yuanqing looked fierce and asked, "How many faces do you have? What's your heart?"

Cheng Songan shook his hand away and said coldly: "Don't touch me, I have no intention of interfering in your affairs, and don't involve me in your affairs."

Cui Yuanqing said: "Don't let me see you use shameful means, otherwise, I will never forgive you!"

Cheng Songan snorted coldly and turned a deaf ear to him.

Cui Yuanqing turned and walked out of the room without looking back, leaving her with only a resolute and indifferent back.

Judging from how angry he is, there is probably new news in the Cheng Mansion.

Cheng Songan called Qiangwei in and asked, "Did mother send any news?"

Qiangwei replied, "I was just about to come in and tell the young lady that the Madam said that the second young lady is betrothed to the eldest son of the Jin family, the magistrate of Yangzhou."