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

Chu Yun returned to her room and instructed Qing Yuan and Qing Ying to prepare a hangover soup, and also ordered them to boil hot water for bathing.

As soon as Wang Jianzhi entered the door, Chu Yun got up to greet him.

"Jianzhi, the hangover soup is ready. Drink it and then take a bath to cool off and get some sleep."

Wang Jianzhi's eyes were still somewhat unfocused as he nodded, "I'll listen to you."

He picked up the hangover soup on the table and drank it all in one gulp.

"Go take a bath quickly, it's getting late," Chu Yun instructed.

After Wang Jianzhi left, Chu Yun also went to take a bath to relieve her fatigue.

Although Wang Jianzhi left first, he was a man, so bathing didn't take too long, and he returned early.

When Chu Yun entered the room with her hair down, she saw Wang Jianzhi sitting on a soft couch, wearing an outer robe, his hair half-dry, holding a book and reading attentively.

"Ah Yun, you're back." Wang Jianzhi heard the voice and looked up at Chu Yun.

But Chu Yun's hair was disheveled, hanging down her back, and was wet.

Wang Jianzhi frowned, put down the book in his hand, and stood up.

He came to Chu Yun's side and took the handkerchief from Qing Yuan's hand. "It's chilly at night. If you don't dry your hair properly, you'll catch a chill."

As he spoke, he took Chu Yun's hand and led her to sit slightly to the side in front of the dressing table. He then took out a handkerchief and began to wipe Chu Yun's hair.

Chu Yun was slightly taken aback. "Jianzhi, it's fine as long as Qingyuan helps me."

“I’ll wipe it for you, it’ll be the same,” Wang Jianzhi said, his tone leaving no room for refusal.

Before the dressing table, the young man, with gentle eyes, took a strand of the girl's hair and gently wiped it from the top to the bottom, without any impatience.

The two were both wearing coats of the same color, and they looked like a perfect match.

Qingyuan and Qingying exchanged a glance and silently withdrew.

Chu Yun saw the two leave in the mirror, opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

Wang Jianzhi was too close to her; she could clearly feel him holding her long hair, while his hand moved over her hair.

Behind her was Wang Jianzhi. Chu Yun was enveloped in a cloud of heat, feeling hot from head to toe.

Her fingertips unconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes; every minute, every second felt exceptionally long.

Wang Jianzhi could sense Chu Yun's unease, so he spoke softly, "Did you have a good time seeing your family today?"

Chu Yun whispered, "Happy."

Thinking of her family, Chu Yun was less reserved. "Shuyue is still the same as always, playful and lively. Sister Shuya will be getting married in three months, and my brothers will be leaving early tomorrow morning. I'm afraid my grandmother will be lonely."

“If you miss them, you can go to the Xie residence without having to discuss it with me,” Wang Jianzhi said.

Chu Yun subconsciously thanked her, "Thank you..."

Under Wang Jianzhi's gaze, Chu Yun stopped speaking and changed her words, saying, "I understand."

Wang Jianzhi smiled and said, "That's right."

He praised her as if she were a child, his eyes and brows full of tenderness.

Chu Yun blushed. "I'm not a little kid like Bao Jie'er. Why are you talking to me like that?"

Wang Jianzhi smiled faintly and remained silent.

Chu Yun's blush deepened. Saying this sounded like she was coquettishly pleading with Wang Jianzhi, so she had to change the subject. "Speaking of which, Bao Jie is really lovely and adorable, like a snowball. No wonder Brother Xie Yu and Sister-in-law Huiyan cherish her like a treasure."

Upon hearing Chu Yun's words, Wang Jianzhi also thought of Xie Yu's words, his eyes darkened, and he was slightly lost in thought.

Chu Yun is in poor health and cannot endure the pain of childbirth. If she were to covet Bao Jie'er and have the idea of ​​getting pregnant and giving birth, it would be tantamount to walking into a fire pit.

Wang Jianzhi's heart clenched painfully.

"Jianzhi, what are you thinking about?" Chu Yun asked when she saw Wang Jianzhi lost in thought.

"It's nothing," Wang Jianzhi replied casually.

Seeing the smile in Chu Yun's eyes out of the corner of her eye, she couldn't help but say, "I don't actually like children that much."

Chu Yun asked in surprise, "Why?"

"I don't know either, I just don't really like it," Wang Jianzhi said, lowering his eyes.

"What did Baojie do to upset you?" Chu Yun asked cautiously.

“How could that be? Don’t overthink it. I just don’t like it. I don’t need any children. You’re enough for me,” Wang Jianzhi explained.

Chu Yun was completely confused. They were clearly talking about Bao Jie, so how did the conversation turn to her?

“How can I be the same as a child?” Chu Yun said.

Wang Jianzhi freed one hand and placed it on Chu Yun's shoulder, looking into her eyes and saying earnestly, "In my heart, you are the most important."

Xie Yu congratulated me on finding a treasure like Bao Jie, little did he know that my treasure is you.

Having you in my life is enough.

As for children, I don't insist.

Wang Jianzhi did not say these words aloud, but secretly vowed in his heart that he would protect Chu Yun completely.

Chu Yun was slightly taken aback, her face flushed, and she replied softly, "I know."

The lamplight cast two shadows on the window paper, their shadows overlapping and appearing as one.

It seems that all things have a spirit, and even lamps have feelings, which is why they secretly recorded this surging love and the moment of emotion.

*

Since her return to her parents' home, Chu Yun and Wang Jianzhi's relationship has grown even stronger.

Wang Jianzhi was meticulous and paid close attention to everything concerning Chu Yun.

When I got up in the morning, I picked out hair accessories for Chu Yun and sat beside her to watch her put on makeup.

Then we had breakfast together.

He has a title bestowed by His Majesty and years of experience as the son of the Ink Scholar, so he is well-off and does not need to worry about making a living.

With his great revenge fulfilled, he felt enlightened and no longer sought fame or fortune in officialdom. However, due to the protection of the Wang family, he obtained a leisurely official position and spent most of his day with Chu Yun.

Every time I finish my shift, I always make a detour to buy peach blossom cakes for Chu Yun.

He rarely socialized, but when it was time to go to work, he would rush to the Marquis's residence.

A person's love cannot be hidden; in just one month, Wang Jianzhi's reputation as a loving wife spread far and wide.

At the banquet hosted by Prince Chen, someone unaware of the inside story flattered Yan Jinyu, saying, "The Marquis of Zhongyong loves his wife dearly, and the two are in perfect harmony. This reminds me of how the old Prince cherished his wife and family in the past."

Yan Jinyu paused, her hand holding the wine glass still. "Really?"

After drinking the wine, and wanting to use the Wang family to get closer to Yan Jinyu, the man said, "Your Highness was young at that time and may not remember anything. Lord Wang and Madam Wang were truly a rare couple in the capital."

Yan Jinyu felt a pang of pain in her chest. She gripped the wine glass in her hand tightly and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, drink a cup with me."

They ignored the person who spoke.

The man, realizing he was being rude, fell silent, breaking out in a cold sweat, wondering what he had said that had offended Prince Chen.

The cold liquor flowing down his throat did not extinguish the pain in Yan Jinyu's heart; instead, it was like adding fuel to a fire, causing the pain to spread like wildfire throughout his body, corroding his bones and blood.

The sweet, metallic taste of blood in her mouth further fueled Yan Jinyu's rage.

Thinking of the rumors circulating in the capital, I felt so much pain I could hardly breathe.

Even though he deliberately avoided news about Chu Yun and Wang Jianzhi, there were always people who were blind to the fact that he had to come up with something.

Just be patient a little longer; he needs more time.

Yan Jinyu reminded herself of this, which helped her calm her frustration.