The husband who forced her to marry her couldn't keep her warm, and she didn't want him to

In the past few days, Gu Jinchu slept on the kang at the ancestral home outside the general's mansion. Although it was warm, he tossed and turned and found it difficult to fall asleep.

When she first lay down in bed, the quilt was extremely cold. She held a hand warmer in her hands, and Bai Shao put a hot water bottle under her feet, but she still felt cold.

Smelling the faint scent on the bedding, the only thing missing was the big heater of Master Jiang Wu.

When Master Jiang Wu heard what Gu Jinchu said, his ears flushed. He took off his shoes and turned over to lie beside her.

Afraid that the coldness of his body would freeze her, he held her in his arms through the quilt. His voice was low: "Sweet words." But the smile in his eyes was about to overflow.

He reached into the quilt and found that her hands and feet were not as warm as his palms. He took off his coat and held her in his arms again.

Gu Jinchu smelled the ebony scent on Master Jiang Wu's body, raised his head slightly and asked him: "I'm just telling the truth, why, Master Wu can't listen?"

There was a sly smile on her fair and delicate face, and she looked a bit like he had just asked her if she was waiting for him.

Master Jiang Wu turned his head and coughed lightly. Then he lowered his head and spoke to her: "Jin Chu, you can be petty with me, scratch me, bite me, and make trouble for me... but you can't even think of leaving me, understand?"

There was a hint of red on his ear bones and the corners of his eyes, and his expression was extremely serious as he spoke this.

The intimidating aura on him became more and more intense, and it was quite scary when he had such an expressionless face and was not smiling.

Gu Jinchu was not afraid. She pulled her arms out of the brocade fur coat, put her arms around his neck, and pressed her cheek against the skin exposed above his collar.

Obviously he was nervous and concerned about her...

Gu Jinchu felt that it was right for her to talk about rebirth. Otherwise, there were some things and some words that she would probably never know.

She rubbed his bleeding earlobe with the tip of her cool nose and said softly, "Would you like to kiss me, Master Wu?"

Upon hearing this, Master Jiang Wu's breathing suddenly stagnated, his voice became extremely hoarse, and the tense tone seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth with difficulty: "Jin Chu, do you know what you are saying?"

There was restraint in his eyes and he seemed calm on the surface, but his tense body seemed to be surging with heat waves.

Gu Jinchu's cool little hand reached into his clothes, and her fingertips stroked and stopped at his waist.

If he doesn't kiss her, then she'll kiss him.

She turned her head and placed a kiss on his rough chin, "...Go to sleep."

Master Jiang Wu was wearing thin pajamas, and the lines of his muscles were clearly visible under the fabric.

When he felt her hands and feet wrapping around him, his body tensed like a fully drawn bowstring and he was about to break free from the shackles.

Gu Jinchu found the most comfortable position in his arms, yawned softly, and within a few breaths he felt sleepy.

He grumbled and patted his tense muscles. Jiang Wuye stared at the Chengchen above his head for a long time before closing his eyes.

The next day, Mr. Jiang Wu and Gu Jinchu went to Minghui Hall together to pay their respects to Old Madam Jiang.

On the way, Gu Jinchu told Wu Ye what happened yesterday. Although he didn't say anything, Gu Jinchu could feel that he was unhappy.

She tightened her hand that was clasped with his fingers, gently rubbed the back of his hand with her fingertips, and whispered, "I can handle it, Master Wu, don't worry."

The women in the harem have many thoughts, and these are all harmless things at the moment. If the Fifth Master intervenes, things will become complicated.

After all, there are the Duke and the Crown Prince between them.

When they arrived at Minghui Hall, Mrs. Jiang looked refreshed. As soon as they met, she complained about her youngest son, saying that he was too busy to see her all day.

Master Jiang Wu smiled and did not refute. He just raised his hand and asked the servants to bring breakfast.

The Duke at the top snorted coldly, "No wonder you asked me what we're having for breakfast this morning!"

Madam Jiang smiled and waved to Gu Jinchu: "Come and sit down... One of them always has a cold face, and the other is busy with official business all day long. Let's ignore them."

Gu Jinchu stood beside Master Jiang Wu and smiled. The Duke's wife could say such words, but she, a little daughter-in-law, would probably have to cover her ears to listen.

Who could believe it? The Duke, who sat at the head with a solemn and dignified face, was always irritating the Duke's wife intentionally or unintentionally in private.

In his previous life, Gu Jinchu was really frightened when he first encountered this kind of situation. It took him a long time to gradually adapt to it.

Mother Hu came over to support Madam Wu and whispered beside her, "...the prune fruit is a good thing."

Gu Jinchu walked over and sat next to Old Madam Jiang, smiling and saying:

"That's great. My daughter-in-law has already sent someone to Tumubao to buy some. When they come back with the goods, we will make them into candied fruits, so that mother can have a snack every day."

Old Madam Jiang smiled and nodded. The prune fruit was given to her by her daughter-in-law yesterday.

Now she said the servant was on the way to the frontier, and it was obvious that she had confirmed the efficacy of the prunes before sending them to her, and she set about making more preparations.

Although I know that my daughter-in-law has a lot of property, which cannot be achieved with money, what is rare is her filial piety.

I couldn't help but look at the father and son who were coming over to have breakfast.

The Duke and Fifth Master Jiang lifted the hem of their robes and sat down. They didn't know what was going on when they heard Old Madam Jiang say, "None of them is useful. It's still our Jinchu who is thinking about me."

The Duke frowned, and his serious expression became even more frightening.

Gu Jinchu pursed her lips and raised her hand to serve a bowl of porridge to Master Jiang Wu. It was a little hot, so she held it in both hands and handed it to him.

After Master Jiang Wu took it, he smiled elegantly, "Sons are of course useful... The daughter-in-law that mother likes is my daughter-in-law."

Seeing her youngest son being served by his daughter-in-law so contentedly, Mrs. Jiang complained to him, "Your wife is pregnant, and you still let her serve you!"

Before she finished her words, the Duke of Guo poured a bowl of porridge and placed it in front of her. He was not satisfied with his youngest son, and he also disliked his husband.

Gu Jinchu saw Master Jiang Wu's somewhat aggrieved expression out of the corner of his eye, raised his head, looked at him and smiled.

It seems like she is saying: Fifth Master, I respect you outside!

Uncle Jiang Wu guessed that his father would definitely warn him soon.

Don’t come to Minghui Hall for breakfast in the future, it’s an eyesore to him.

Madam Jiang was in a good mood, which was also reflected in her appetite. Seeing this, the Duke's face obviously improved.

After breakfast, the Duke coughed lightly, put down the teacup in his hand and stood up.

Jiang Wuye also stood up, with a smile in his eyes, and said to Madam Jiang, "Mother, father has something to tell me, so I can't accompany you anymore."

Gu Jinchu felt that the Duke seemed to look back at the Fifth Master. No wonder there is a saying: The elderly are like children.

Madam Jiang watched her husband and youngest son leave the West Room, and said to Gu Jinchu with a smile, "Don't be afraid of your father-in-law, he is actually a very easy-going person."

She was happy in her heart, as she hadn't seen her youngest son so naughty for a long time.

Uncle Jiang Wu followed his father and walked towards the study in the outer courtyard.

Although the Duke was not as tall as the youngest son, he had fought on the battlefield for many years, and the cold and murderous aura he carried made him far superior to Master Jiang Wu in momentum.

After walking out of the inner courtyard's hanging flower gate, the Duke said, "In the future, you and your wife should come to Minghui Hall more often to accompany your mother."