Quick Transmigration: The Charming Beauty Who Was Short-Lived and Alluring

Wang Jianzhi blinked in surprise, unsure how to deal with the current situation.

In the front hall, at Minister Xie's place, poetry and prose were something he could easily recite.

But when he arrived in the backyard, he was at a loss, completely helpless when dealing with such a tiny baby.

Baojie clung to Wang Jianzhi's neck, refusing to let go. He dared not let go easily, stiffening his body as he held Baojie's legs, fearing she might fall and hurt herself.

The baby in his arms felt like a hot potato. Wang Jianzhi rarely showed a bewildered expression, and looked at Chu Yun for help.

To everyone's surprise, Chu Yun was already laughing so hard she was shaking. She covered her mouth with a handkerchief, her smiling eyes fixed on Wang Jianzhi. When she saw him looking at her, she laughed even harder.

Her smiling face and her affectionate eyes made Wang Jianzhi momentarily lose his composure.

Realizing that Zhi Chuyun was laughing at him, Wang Jianzhi's face, neck, and even his ears flushed red.

He called softly, "A-Yun".

His tone was somewhat hurried and flustered.

Chu Yun stopped laughing, took a few steps forward, and said to Bao Jie, "Bao Jie, can I hug you?"

Baojie gently rubbed her eyes with her round little hands, her gaze shifting between Chu Yun's face and Wang Jianzhi's, looking left and right, unable to make up her mind.

She couldn't bear to part with either of the two beautiful people.

So Baojie struggled to go towards Chuyun, seemingly thinking that she wanted Chuyun to hug her.

Chu Yun hurriedly greeted her with a smile.

But when she got even closer, Baojie leaned forward and kissed Chuyun's face again.

Then, as if she had done something wrong, she retreated and shrank back into Wang Jianzhi's arms, giggling incessantly in his embrace, her eyebrows and eyes all scrunched up together.

Chu Yun's cheeks immediately turned red.

Well, now the tables have turned.

Seeing Chu Yun slightly lost in thought, her cheeks flushed, Wang Jianzhi felt she was pitiful and adorable, and couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile.

Chu Yun glanced at him sideways, her expression a mixture of reproach and displeasure.

Wang Jianzhi's heart trembled slightly.

Gu Huiyan had just gone to look for Xie Yu and returned to find Bao Jie'er nestled in the arms of a strange man, and she frowned slightly.

Unexpectedly, Xie Yu whispered in her ear, "Ayan, that is the Marquis of Loyalty and Valor."

Leaving aside Gu Huiyan's surprise, the couple strode over and quickly arrived at Chu Yun and Wang Jianzhi's side.

"Jianzhi, I'm so sorry, my daughter is naughty, please forgive her." Xie Yu said as he turned to Baojie'er and said, "Bao'er, Daddy will hold you."

When Baojie saw her father arrive, she forgot all about the beauties around her and struggled to get Xie Yu to hold her.

Wang Jianzhi slowly loosened his grip, and only after confirming that Baojie'er would not fall did he completely let go.

"So you're Brother Yu's daughter, no wonder she's so clever," Wang Jianzhi said.

Xie Yu: "That's for sure."

Seeing Xie Yu, who was usually calm and humble, being so unashamed, Chu Yun was shocked and surprised, her eyes flashing with astonishment.

Gu Huiyan couldn't stand it anymore and said, "He's just a doting father. He never thinks Baojie is wrong no matter what she does. Please forgive him, Marquis Zhongyong."

Xie Yu listened without offering any explanation, only smiling lightly at Gu Huiyan.

Seeing how close the two were, Wang Jianzhi understood perfectly, and bowed, saying, "Greetings, cousin-in-law."

"We're family, there's no need for such formalities," Xie Yu said with a smile.

Just then, a message came from Madam Xie's side, inviting everyone to dinner in the front hall.

"Let's go, lest we be late," Xie Yu said.

So Chu Yun, Wang Jianzhi, Xie Yu's family, Shu Yue, Shu Ya, and several girls from collateral branches went to the main hall together.

Xie Yu carried Bao Jie'er and walked ahead with Wang Jianzhi.

Chu Yun and several of her female relatives walked behind.

Gu Huiyan held Chu Yun's hand and whispered, "Sister, you are so lucky. Marquis Zhongyong is handsome and talented. He would never wrong you."

Your cousin told me that Lord Xie tested the students' knowledge in his study, and the Marquis of Zhongyong answered fluently, composing a poem in seven steps, surpassing all his brothers in the family.

Chu Yun silently raised her eyes and looked at Wang Jianzhi in front of her.

He was talking to Xie Yu, his demeanor elegant and his face radiant with a gentle smile, as if embracing a clear breeze and a bright moon, his charm dazzling.

The two women whispered to each other, while Xie Yu teased Wang Jianzhi.

“Jianzhi, although I am not as learned as you, there is one thing you do not have as well as me: I have this precious treasure, but you do not.”

Wang Jianzhi's gaze shifted to Bao Jie'er, the baby nestled in Xie Yu's arms, her clear, dark eyes darting around.

“Brother Yu is right. No matter how well one studies, nothing is as precious as your treasure,” Wang Jianzhi agreed.

Hearing this, Xie Yu became even more smug and coughed lightly, "Jianzhi, don't be disappointed. I expect you will have this treasure in the future."

Wang Jianzhi smiled and said, "Then thank you for your kind words, Brother Yu."

As they spoke, the group arrived at the front hall, where men and women sat separately, and Bao Jie returned to Gu Huiyan's arms.

After several rounds of drinks, the banquet finally ended.

At the dinner table were elders and brothers, and Wang Jianzhi could not refuse. He drank quite a bit of wine, and his eyes became somewhat glazed. He then took a carriage with Chu Yun back to the Marquis of Zhongyong's residence.

Wang Jianzhi was a good drinker. Once in the carriage, he neither talked nonsense nor made any moves. He simply curled up in a corner of the carriage and went to sleep.

Chu Yun was worried that he would catch a cold, so she took a blanket from the car, came to Wang Jianzhi's side, and gently covered him with it.

Fearing to disturb Wang Jianzhi, Chu Yun kept her eyes fixed on his face. Seeing that the blanket had been placed over him and Wang Jianzhi showed no signs of waking up, Chu Yun finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As she straightened up and turned around, before she could take a step, Wang Jianzhi's voice came from behind her.

"Ah Yun, my wife, my darling."

Chu Yun froze.

After waiting for a while and hearing no other sounds, Chu Yun slowly turned around.

Wang Jianzhi was seen sleeping on his side with his eyelids tightly closed.

Those words I just said must have been a dream.

But I don't know what it means.

Chu Yun returned to her seat and closed her eyes to rest.

A quarter of an hour later, the carriage stopped at the residence of the Marquis of Zhongyong.

Wang Jianzhi was still asleep, but sleeping in the carriage was not comfortable, and the wind was strong at night. Chu Yun dared not let him sleep in the carriage for too long, so she came to his side and whispered, "Jianzhi, wake up quickly, we have arrived at the Marquis's residence."

As she spoke, she shook Wang Jianzhi's arm.

Wang Jianzhi woke up groggily and the first thing he saw was Chu Yun's face.

He frowned slightly and said, "A-Yun, how did I fall asleep?"

"You're too tired, and you've been drinking. It's normal to be sleepy. Go back and have a bowl of hangover soup, get a good night's sleep, so you don't have a headache tomorrow," Chu Yun said gently.

Hearing her words of concern, Wang Jianzhi felt a warmth in his heart and nodded, "Okay."

Chu Yun smiled and said, "I'll help you."

Wang Jianzhi: "You are in poor health, so leave these things to the servants. You get out of the carriage first. I have a bit of a headache right now and want to rest a bit before going back."

Chu Yun: "Then hurry up."

After Chu Yun got off the carriage, Wang Jianzhi leaned against the carriage and rubbed his temples.

The blanket slipped off Wang Jianzhi's body. He picked it up, held it in his hand for a while, paused for a moment, and then started to laugh foolishly.