Quick travel: The poor little thing in the period novel strikes back

Everyone was toasting and laughing, their joy was genuine. Fu Sheng sat next to the shy Shi Yan, looking at the table full of delicious food that his elder brother had specially prepared for this confession, and he found it hard to swallow.

"Ajin is going to get married, which finally puts an end to my worries. When Shengge'er goes through the same thing, I will be happy."

Mother Fu's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were a little dazed, and her words were full of joy. However, as the other protagonist in the words, she obviously did not appreciate what Mother Fu said, and put down her bowl and chopsticks with a sullen face.

"I've finished eating. I haven't finished the project assigned by the department yet, so I'm going back to my room first."

Fu Sheng could only ignore his sudden departure and the attention from others, but his eyes still unconsciously swept to the people around him.

What she saw was her elder brother's arm around the little girl's waist, as if to assert his sovereignty, and the two of them leaning close to each other and whispering intimately.

"Brother, Xiaohua, I'm sorry, I have to go back to the house first."

Seeing the little girl was about to turn around but was stopped by her eldest brother, the final response she got was just a casual wave of the man's hand.

After returning to the house and sitting at the table, Fu Sheng read the professional books in front of him for more than half an hour, but he couldn't read a single word.

He felt as if he was walking on a tightrope. If he took a wrong step, he would fall into the abyss.

The regular knocks on the door, "Knock, knock, knock", brought him back to his troubled thoughts. He got up hurriedly and opened the door. Standing outside the door was his elder brother, with the same stern face as always, but his brows were more relaxed than usual.

"Big brother."

"Well, let's go in and talk."

As soon as Fu Jin entered the room, he saw the books spread out on the table. He sat down at the table casually, tilted his head slightly and looked at his brother, whose eyebrows looked three-quarters like his own, and curled the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Studying has been very hard lately, with a lot of homework."

Fu Sheng: "Not bad."

"You should always pay attention to the balance between work and rest, and take a good rest when you are resting."

Fu Sheng: "I understand, brother."

Fu Sheng felt a little flustered at his elder brother's rare display of affection, but more of a guilty conscience, a guiltiness about the dirty thoughts hidden deep in his heart.

"You know, your sister-in-law will be 20 in a week. I have discussed with your sister-in-law and we are going to move out of the house and marry her off. The room where you used to sleep will be Xiaohua's room until she gets married."

"Xiaohua doesn't have any family members with the surname Shi in the capital. Since you brought her back as a younger sister, I want you to be Xiaohua's family member and carry her out of the house. Are you willing?"

When his elder brother glanced at him nonchalantly, Fu Sheng felt that his thoughts had been discovered by his elder brother and there was no way to hide.

"Of course, Xiaohua is my sister. I will definitely be responsible for her."

"Okay, then on the day of the wedding, before I come to pick up Xiaohua, I'll ask you to help take care of your sister-in-law."

Having already brought what he needed to bring, Fu Jin stood up, pulled at the wrinkles of his clothes, and prepared to leave.

"Go to bed early. I'm going to see your sister-in-law off. Remember what I told you."

A week passed quickly, and the small white building was filled with festive red. Shi Yan was sitting on the edge of the bed in a bright red cheongsam, while Fu Sheng, with a serious face, stood by the door one meter away from the bed. Outside the door were warm cheers and noises.

It was obvious that Fu Jin had already arrived and was undergoing many tests outside the house.

"Knock knock knock" there was a knock on the door, and Fu's mother's voice came from outside the door, saying that the auspicious time had arrived.

"Xiaohua, come on, I'll carry you out."

"it is good."

Fu Sheng bent his waist slightly, and Shi Yan easily lay on his back. Because Shi Yan was wearing a cheongsam, Fu Sheng carried a rattan bench-like object on his back. Shi Yan only needed to kneel on it, and Fu Sheng would hold the "bench".

He patted Fu Sheng's shoulder, indicating that he was ready.

"Xiaohua, you look very beautiful today."

Feeling the warm breath on his back, Fu Sheng had a sense of satisfaction that he had lost and regained. The long-lost closeness made him blush. He could only suppress his thoughts and blurt out the praise from the heart.

"Thank you. This outfit suits you very well today."

Shi Yan's words were not an exaggeration. Compared to Fu Sheng's usual simple and popular outfits, Fu Sheng today wore a suit that fit his body well, giving him the feeling of an elegant and noble gentleman.

"Xiaohua, from now on I will be your brother from your mother's side. I am not sending you off for a short time. If my elder brother does anything bad to you in the future, just come to me. I will never let you suffer any grievances, even if the person you marry is my elder brother."

The young man's tone was full of respect. Although Shi Yan couldn't see Fu Sheng's face, she knew that Fu Sheng's words were not just polite talk.

"it is good."

After the brief conversation, the two left the house. Outside the house were guests who came to congratulate them, and words of praise and congratulations continued. Shi Yan immediately saw the man in a neat military uniform, staring at her.

"Xiaohua, I'm here to pick you up." Fu Jin's voice was drowned out by the sounds of congratulations, but Shi Yan heard it clearly, and the curve of the corners of her mouth couldn't be suppressed no matter how hard she tried.

Fu Jin stayed by Shi Yan's side until Fu Sheng put her on the back seat of the jeep in front of the small white building, then he took a step back and sat next to Shi Yan, while Fu Sheng sat in the driver's seat very consciously.

The next step was to serve tea and change the name, then to clink glasses at the banquet, and when silence finally returned, they returned to the house with bright red wedding stickers and flickering firelight.

The quilt embroidered with a pattern of embracing mandarin ducks added a touch of romance to the quiet room. The door creaked open and a man walked in, wiping his half-dry hair. A burst of hot air mixed with male hormones blew towards her, making Shi Yan's already flushed cheeks even hotter.

Shi Yan knew that her condition was not right, but her gaze uncontrollably slid down along with the water droplets dripping from Fu Jin's hair.

The sharp jawline, the protruding Adam's apple, the solid chest, the scene before her eyes gradually magnified until the man's magnetic whisper rang in her ears:

"Do you want to continue reading?"

"Yeah." This reply seemed to come from the depths of Shi Yan's soul, and then was burned to ashes by the fiery breath.

The bright red cheongsam, which had originally fitted her well, had long been changed into a thin lace-up nightgown after washing. At the moment, the man gently pulled it and it obediently left its owner.

The fair skin has been dyed with an alluring pink color, and the smooth touch is so attractive that people can't help but linger. The usually cold and reserved man uncontrollably leaves behind a few traces.

The big red hibiscus made a crackling sound, as if the last flame was burning out, leaving a trace of its existence before finally going out.

The sound of fabric rubbing against each other continued in the house, and from time to time there was the sound of a woman's impatient grumble. This night was filled with love and tenderness.