Divorced woman with child travels through time

After a lively dinner, Uncle Liu and Aunt Liu took the children home.

Chen Xuanyu had been having a blast all day and was exhausted. Chen Wenfang finished packing her things, and he had already fallen asleep by the bedside.

Chen Wenfang brought over a basin of hot water, wiped his body, changed his clothes, and carried him back to bed. Chen Xuanyu slept soundly, letting her do whatever she wanted, without waking up. Chen Wenfang then went to wash up.

Zhao Lue had drunk some wine today and was slightly tipsy. Seeing Chen Wenfang cleaning up the leftovers, he took a bowl of pan-fried fish, picked up a wine jar, moved a stool, and sat in the courtyard drinking wine while looking at the moonlight.

After washing up, Chen Wenfang saw that he was still drinking alone in the courtyard, so she called out from a distance, "Young Master Zhao, drink less. Your wound has just healed, so you should rest early."

Zhao Lue turned around and saw her, dressed in plain clothes, gentle and serene. He couldn't help but say softly, "My lady, would you like to have a few drinks with me?"

Chen Wenfang replied irritably, "Sorry, I'm going to sleep. You can drink it yourself."

Zhao Lue didn't quite understand the meaning of "sorry," but since there was a "no" in it, he figured it meant refusal. So he said in a low voice, "Then, my wife, would you like to sit with me for a while? Look at the moonlight, it would be such a waste not to appreciate it."

Chen Wenfang looked up at the moon, which was as bright as a silver plate and as smooth as water spread across the earth. The moon in ancient times was truly beautiful.

Chen Wenfang went into the room, grabbed a bowl, pulled up a chair, sat down next to him, and said, "Pour me some."

Zhao Lue raised an eyebrow and glanced at her with surprise, thinking to himself, "This Madam Chen is interesting, she's to my liking." He poured her a bowl of wine from the jar in his hand.

Chen Wenfang picked up the bowl, took a sip, smacked her lips, and said, "This wine doesn't taste good."

Zhao Lue asked, "Does Madam Chen know how to brew better wine?"

Chen Wenfang said, "No, I don't think so." She thought to herself, "Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you."

Zhao asked curiously, "Then how do you know this wine tastes bad?"

Chen Wenfang looked at Zhao Lue with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot and said, "I may not know how to brew, but I certainly know how to drink."

Zhao smiled and said, "That's true. I don't know why, but I always felt that you could do it."

Chen Wenfang took another sip of her drink and said, "I know a lot more than that. I won't tell you."

Zhao smiled meaningfully, "How did you become 'sister'? You're not even older than me."

Chen Wenfang said, "I'm mentally older than you."

"Mental age? What's that? I've never heard of it before." Zhao Lue refilled Chen Wenfang's glass.

Chen Wenfang took a big sip and said, "It's just that in my heart, I feel like I'm older than you."

Zhao Lue laughed heartily, "You can say that?"

Chen Wenfang tilted her head and looked at the sky, saying, "Why not? I can say whatever I want."

During this period, Chen Wenfang paid special attention to sun protection and always wore a veil hat when going out. There was no other way; it was too sunny in the summer, and it was easy to get tanned.

She tilted her head, her long neck slightly raised, and wore her nightgown, loose and white, which revealed her perfect bust if you looked closely. Chen Wenfang was already quite voluptuous, and her figure was always well-proportioned and impossible to conceal with clothing.

Looking at her long, slender, and fair neck, Zhao Lue felt a little thirsty and took a big gulp from the jar. He said, "It's also because I'm generous. Normally, what woman would be as outspoken as you?"

Chen Wenfang muttered as she drank, "What does what I say have to do with you?"

Zhao Lue was annoyed. What did she mean by "it doesn't matter"? He felt a bit hot and took off his shirt, putting it in her hands and saying, "Hold this for me."

Chen Wenfang looked at him strangely, wondering why he was taking off his clothes so suddenly. She said, "Why are you giving them to me? I won't take them." She then put them back in his arms.

"I need you to help me carry this." Zhao Lue grabbed her hand and, like a child, forced the clothes into her arms.

Chen Wenfang struggled to pull her hand away, but Zhao Lue held it tightly, and after a long while, she couldn't break free. Chen Wenfang gave up and said, "Okay, I'll hold it for you. Let go."

Zhao Lue pretended not to hear. After waiting a while, Chen Wenfang said, "I've already held it for you, so let go of your hand."

Zhao Lue deliberately loosened one hand, picked up the wine jar with the other, took a big gulp, and pretended not to have drunk it.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" Chen Wenfang freed one hand, but he still held her other hand tightly. His large, warm hand, his damp palm, burned her hand and her heart.

Chen Wenfang tried to pry Zhao Lue's large hand open with her other hand, but after a long time, she couldn't budge a single finger. Zhao Lue grinned, showing his teeth as he watched Chen Wenfang's foolish grin. Let her do whatever she wanted. Chen Wenfang's hand fidgeted with his, tickling him. Zhao Lue's heart felt itchy too.

Chen Wenfang was annoyed by Zhao Lue's teasing. She carefully managed to pry open a finger and pinch it, but Zhao Lue mischievously pulled her away with a quick twist. Chen Wenfang ended up in Zhao Lue's arms.

"Haha." Zhao Lue put one arm around her.

Chen Wenfang struggled in Zhao Lue's arms, "Let me go. You bastard."

Zhao Lue finished laughing and let go of her to help her up. Chen Wenfang straightened up, clenched her fist, and punched him lightly. She said, "You're being a pervert!"

Zhao Lue didn't dodge. Anyway, it didn't hurt much, so he just treated it as a tickle. He simply followed her hand, grabbed it, and pressed it against his chest, teasingly saying, "I didn't. Look, you're touching me."

Chen Wenfang was both ashamed and embarrassed. She had never been so seductively teased in her thirty-plus years of life. Good heavens! She couldn't resist touching it; oh dear, these pectoral muscles feel nice.