Wanjin Lady.

Chapter 34 Tea Serving
She took off her bright red wedding gown, revealing her fair, smooth arms, and removed all the pearls and jade from her hair. Her long hair was completely loose, draped casually by one ear.

She got into the tub.

The sound of running water continued, water vapor began to spread, the aroma of soap nuts and essential oils filled the room, and the warm and hot breath entangled in the air, making him more and more confused.

It seemed as if in an instant, he saw through the screen the young lady's snow-white skin, her sticky black eyes, and her waist that could be held in his hand.

Wen Wan had just stood up from the bathtub when the screen was suddenly pushed open and she fell into a warm embrace.

The man stared at her with red eyes, as if he was going to eat her up in the next moment. He bit her round and small earlobe and breathed hot air into her ear, "Madam...you are washing too slowly...let me help you..."

Zhao Heng picked her up and then walked quickly towards the huge pearwood bed. On the big red brocade quilt was embroidered a pair of mandarin ducks. The dazzling red embroidery, the blooming albizzia flowers, and the longans and lotus seeds scattered on the bed all indicated that tonight was his and Wen Wan's wedding night.

But the enchantress used her pair of snow-white, slender legs to hook him forward, completely stripping him of all his rationality. Under the flickering lights, the young lady smiled charmingly, "Brother Ah Heng, come here..."

Zhao Heng suddenly covered him up.

On the night of youth, under the bright red light, the crown and tassels were removed, the skirts were taken off, and the flower ornaments were discarded.

Holding the red trousers, lifting the white feet, and caressing the flesh, she is too comfortable, dancing gracefully, moving with affection, and free and unrestrained.

Two red candles on the windowsill...burn until dawn.

At dawn, a wisp of cloud slanted into the window.

Shining on the man's handsome face.

As soon as Wen Wan opened her eyes, she saw her doll lying on the bed with one hand supporting her chin, her delicate body stretched out on the bed with her shoulders half exposed. Her beautiful and deep eyes were filled with her image.

"Morning."

The young lady's voice was rustling.

She had gone through this three or four times last night, and Zhao Heng had done his best every time, so how could her voice not be hoarse?

and so.

When choosing a husband...I'd choose one with eight-pack abs.

Wen Wan turned over, unable to hold back. She hugged his neck and gave him a gentle kiss, then paused at the birthmark under his right eye and pecked it, "Husband, you are so beautiful."

Zhao Heng chuckled softly, his hard chest shaking. He took advantage of the situation and grabbed her fair wrist. "Even though I have a birthmark on my face?"

"The birthmark doesn't detract from your appearance in the slightest." Wen Wan softly placed one hand on his chest, and with the other, she reached for the silver mask from the bedside, handing it over with a smile. "So... I am the only one who can see you without the mask."

Put it on quickly, brother.

Otherwise, if someone sees your true face, how can I save my son from his father?

She couldn't kill him, so she could only send him away in the future.

So the fewer people who see Zhao Heng’s true face... the better.

However, Zhao Heng refused to take the mask. Instead, he covered her body with his. He held her hands with one hand and pressed them over her head, while holding her chin with the other hand.

The man's chest was hot and hard, like a red-hot iron just taken out of the fire, burning Wenwan's body.

"Call Brother Heng and let me hear it."

Wen Wan raised her chin and took a bite of his short green beard. The young lady was so beautiful and charming, like a flower in full bloom waiting to be picked. She called him timidly and obediently, "Brother Ah Heng...you should take care of your beard."

As long as you leave me a child, I can call you brother or even dad.

By the way, increasing the frequency should also increase the probability, right?

Just as they were about to get into the swing of things at dawn, Aunt Chen coughed loudly several times outside. "Young master, it's time to get up! The master is waiting for you two to serve tea." Damn it!
Destroy her good deeds!

Wen Wan felt that the current Old Man Wen was just like the evil mother-in-law in the later generation’s Daowen.

Day after day, I tormented her and her figurines.

Seeing no response from inside, Aunt Chen knocked on the door again, "Son-in-law, it's almost noon. If you don't get up, you'll be breaking the rules."

Oh my. The eldest daughter is really something. She has no idea how to set rules for her new son-in-law. Today is the first day of the wedding. If she doesn't show her power to the son-in-law, how will she control him in the future?
But Chen's mother was so anxious.

Wen Wan looked at the sky outside and couldn't help but frown.

It’s not noon at all, it’s probably eight or nine o’clock at the most!

What's the difference between you, Chen Ma, and those tiger moms who have classes at 9 a.m. and wake up at 6 a.m.? Why don't you go to the high-speed rail station three hours early to wait for the train?
"I'm up." Wen Wan agreed reluctantly. Zhao Heng comforted her, "We have to go serve tea to Dad. Don't miss the time. Let's go."

The newlyweds changed their clothes and went hand in hand to Old Man Wen's room.

Old Man Wen was sitting cross-legged on the kang, having breakfast with Wen Jing. When he saw the two children coming over to greet them, his face instantly became wrinkled with smiles.

However, looking at the dark circles under Old Man Wen's eyes, Wen Wan knew that the old man had not slept all night again.

Probably anxious.

Don’t be the little man that Shi Jinquan has been stabbing all night.

Little Wen Jing jumped down from the kang, came over, held Wen Wan and Zhao Heng's hands, and looked up at Zhao Heng sweetly, "Hello, brother-in-law!"

Zhao Heng and Wen Wan gave Wen Jing two small red envelopes.

Little Wen Jing was overjoyed: This time I can buy as much candy as I want.

But before the red seal could even warm up in Wen Jing's hand, Wen Wan took it away and said, "I'll keep it for you. I'll give it to you when you grow up."

Little Wen Jing: Do you think I believe it or not?

The servants brought tea, and Wen Wan and Zhao Heng both knelt down, calling him "Dad" in unison. Wen Weiming saw this perfect match, and thought about his daughter's marriage, which would protect her property from being taken away. He finally felt relieved after six months of worry.

"Since you're married, you'll be husband and wife from now on. You should work together and help each other." Father Wen first gave the two of them a red envelope, then sounded the alarm for Zhao Heng. "You've seen our family's current predicament, but since you've married into my family, you and I are family. I don't need your help with Wen Wan's business affairs, but you need to pay more attention to her daily life."

"That's what my father taught me."

"I've found you a copy of 'The Household Records'. Take it home and study it carefully. Although it's not appropriate to say these things today since we just got married yesterday, my Wen family is small and our home has always been quiet. We have to take care of business matters, and having more children is a big deal."

Old Man Wen is worried.

He was bullied by his clan because he had no offspring.

He only hoped that Wen Wan would give birth to more children, preferably all boys, so that she could gain a foothold among the tribe.

Otherwise, Wen Wan is old and has no son, and the clansmen will come back to try to seize the family property.

"Okay, Wen Wan and I have something to talk about. You take Wen Jing down first."

Zhao Heng took the book and stepped back.

Father Wen started to find fault with his son-in-law again. "Look at this kid. He is polite and respectful in everything he does. It's a shame that he has to be a son-in-law." Thinking of Zhao Heng's dark and deep eyes, he worried about Wen Wan. "I really don't know if you can control him."

It's probably going to be on the shelves soon! Finally, I can earn enough to buy a few bowls of noodles!
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