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Looking at the hand stretching out from beneath the neck, I turned over and lay flat, lost in thought... The memories from last night suddenly overwhelmed me, and a faint voice whispered in my ear, “Wife, are you regretting it? It’s okay if you are; I know someone as weak and humble as me doesn’t deserve Wife. Everything that happened last night was my fault.”
As soon as he finished speaking, I heard the sound of him sniffling. Ignoring the ache in my back, I hurried to comfort him. “No, no, there’s no regret. I like you; you are my husband. How could you not deserve it? No one else deserves you.”
“Really?” Looking at his reddened eyes and the disheveled marks on his neck, it seemed as if I had wronged him. I quickly embraced him, patting his back to soothe him. “Of course it’s true! Look at your pale face; let’s sleep a little longer. I’ll help you fall asleep.”
“Okay.” I didn’t notice the triumphant smile above me; my mind was only occupied with a lingering taste of tea.
When we woke up again, it was nearly noon. I called out to him and quickly got up to run behind the screen to get dressed. As I felt the paper in my sleeve, the sound of clothes rustling outside reminded me that I had forgotten something.
It had been half a month since the last incident. Ever since that night when the system notified me that my Love Value had increased by 40, bringing the total to 90, there had been no further changes. The system seemed to be binge-watching dramas every day and was nowhere to be found; I thought it might need a “no addiction” mode designed for it.
The drawings for the competition had been secretly submitted, and results would be out in three days. Life now felt like a dream in lazy mode. “Wife, where are you?”
Well, not entirely; since then, my aloof husband had transformed into a clingy big dog. Just like now, while I was weeding in the garden, he squatted beside me, holding onto my arm.
“Could you let go? How am I supposed to work like this?”
“I won’t! Does Wife dislike me now? Think I'm a bother?” I really couldn’t understand how he had turned so needy again.
“No, I don’t dislike you; just hold on.” To avoid comforting him for the Nth time, I quickly made my stance clear.
Before I could finish speaking, a servant rushed over. “Miss, Son-in-law, the master is calling for you both to come back for dinner; the carriage is waiting at the door.”
As soon as I stepped into the Main Hall, a tea cup came crashing towards me. I sidestepped the shards of porcelain at my feet and pulled Liu Wenxing down to kneel beside me.
"Are you two enjoying yourselves at the estate? Do you think you can just come back without anyone calling for you?" My father's reproachful voice echoed through the hall.
"Father, wasn't it you who sent us to the estate?" I calmly retorted.
My father's anger flared even more. "Oh, so now you've learned to talk back! Since you're so obedient, both of you can go kneel in the ancestral hall. Liu Wenxing, you go directly; as for you," he sneered, "you'll receive twenty lashes before you go."
"Father... I obey," I replied, stopping Liu Wenxing from speaking up for me with a glance that urged him to go first.
Before long, I limped my way to the ancestral hall to join him in kneeling.
As night fell and with no one around, I pulled him back to the courtyard with me.
We stayed like this for three days. Just as I was grumbling about my father's silence, someone from the front courtyard came to relay a message. As soon as I arrived and had yet to sit down, I heard my father say, " Jin'er, Xing'er, take a look at this—it's compensation sent by Li and Zhao. See if you like it; if not, feel free to continue dealing with them. If you do like it, then keep it."
"Wife, Father... what is this?" Liu Wenxing looked at me and my father in astonishment.
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