The Slender Waist-Chapter 561 - 401: Still Waters Run Deep
Bathed in the dim light streaming in through the window, Pei Jue bowed his head, only able to see the blurry outline in his arms.
A calm Feng Yun was actually not easier to deal with than when she was agitated.
Feng Yun kicked him, "Is that okay?"
Pei Jue: "Let’s hear it."
Feng Yun said, "If one day, I want to tell you my secret, and you want to hear it, you’ll have to exchange it for one of your secrets, how about that?"
Pei Jue turned his face slightly, narrowing his eyes.
As if trying to get a clearer view of the woman in the dark night.
"Quick, agree or not," Feng Yun yawned, growing tired, her eyes half-closed as she struggled to keep her eyelids up.
Pei Jue: "Okay."
"Then it’s settled, a promise," Feng Yun leaned slightly toward him, squeezing out a smile from her weariness, not caring whether he could see it or not, satisfactorily hooking around his waist and burying her head into his firm chest.
"What did you think when I mentioned divorce just now?"
Pei Jue pondered for a moment.
The repressed emotions and desires were set free, and the words that were stuck in his throat and couldn’t be voiced, flowed easily with the intimate, burning breaths as their necks touched. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
"I’m very unwilling."
Feng Yun noticed his change and smiled, holding onto his hand.
"Tonight was good."
Pei Jue hummed, "What?"
"You, us," Feng Yun moved closer to his ear, whispering a few sentences like the chirping of summer insects, talking about those good feelings she liked, about the fears that sent tingles across her scalp, the agitation, and the crazy joy he brought her aside from romantic love.
Listening to the nighttime whispers concealed by the dark, Pei Jue’s body tensed, his breathing gradually deepened, as he squeezed her firmly.
"Don’t want to sleep anymore?"
Pei Jue’s voice after the event was highly suggestive, like the deep currents in the Han Pool, calm and pleasing...
Feng Yun felt her ears heat up, quickly turning her back to him and pulling the cool covers over herself, her heart pounding uncontrollably.
"Let’s rest. Sleep well, my king."
There was no reply from the man.
He just slowly moved closer, like a powerful bow, loosely embracing her, his shallow breaths falling on the back of her neck.
Feng Yun opened her mouth to say something but swallowed it back.
She smiled, exhausted and content, shedding the subconscious suspicions brought by the tragedies of her former life, realizing the body was the most honest.
She laughed softly, tenderly and fondly leaning in, pulling an arm under her neck as a pillow, and quietly closed her eyes to think.
It turned out that she could be easily provoked.
Because of a single remark by Jin Ge, she had started to doubt Pei Jue...
What she saw and heard, who knew if it was what Xiao Cheng wanted her to see, what he wanted her to hear? And Jin Ge’s reluctant surrender, could that also be a stratagem by Xiao Cheng?
She couldn’t trust people too much, nor could she be overly confident.
Whether Pei Jue was good or bad, the nature of their relationship, she must judge for herself, and not be swayed by others...
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The next day, Feng Yun got up early, planning to go to the study to look for books on manual river-dredging for Pei Jue. Yawning as she stepped in, she saw a tall figure sitting by the window, absorbed in reading.
Alert and energetic.
This man...
Had tired her out considerably, yet he seemed completely unaffected?
Feng Yun sat down expressionlessly, motionlessly watching him.
Pei Jue looked at her expression, "Lady Yun said I could freely borrow books from the room."
Feng Yun realized he had misunderstood, thinking she was unhappy about him reading there.
She raised an eyebrow, not bothering to explain.
"My king, have you found anything useful?"
Pei Jue’s gaze darkened slightly, scanning the study.
"The categories are numerous, but there is no harvest yet."
Feng Yun glanced at him, lifted her lips in a slight smile, and stretched out her hand to grasp his large one, "Come with me."
Pei Jue, not understanding why, obediently stood up and allowed her to lead him around the study.
This study had been renovated by Feng Yun after she moved in, specifically for the preservation of her treasured books. It had an inner and an outer room, both of which were much more spacious than her bedroom, and the inner room even had a wooden ladder leading to the attic.
The attic was even more damp-proof, and it too was stuffed full of books.
Every time Pei Jue entered, his eyes would whirl with dizziness, but Feng Yun knew the location of each book like the back of her hand. When it came to discussing the categories, she listed them off as though they were treasures of her own household.
Pei Jue couldn’t help but give her a few more glances.
"Why don’t you put labels on them?"
Feng Yun saw the confusion in his eyes and laughed, "I’m not doing this to make it convenient for others. If I can remember them, why bother with labels? It’s too much trouble."
Pei Jue fell silent.
Feng Yun took him for a tour, picking out roughly a dozen books to bring down. They sat back by the window, facing the full bloom of the courtyard flowers, inhaling the faint fragrance, sitting across from each other, each reading their own book.
In the meantime, Xiaoman came in to refill the water, but neither of them lifted their heads, as quiet as if they had not seen her.
This tranquil peacefulness was especially harmonious.
When Xiaoman left, she exchanged a glance with Zuo Zhong.
They didn’t speak but understood each other’s thoughts...
The two people engrossed in reading were indeed well-matched, and it was enviable.
-
Pei Jue left Huaxi Village after noon, and Feng Yun had already made five pages of full notes on paper.
She planned to work hard for the day to wrap up this matter early, but no sooner had Pei Jue left than Feng Jingteng arrived.
"His Majesty agrees to Shi’er Niang’s request. The responsibility for the residence in Huaxi will be ours to bear from now on. You need not worry about it anymore..."
Feng Yun met him in the hall, her mind still filled with the things she had read from the books. She coldly chuckled upon hearing Feng Jingteng’s words.
"Should I then kneel and thank Qi Jun, with a gratefulness as heavy as a mountain?"
Feng Jingteng saw her displeased expression and awkwardly laughed.
"There’s no need for that... His Majesty isn’t giving away Silver Coin for nothing."
"Oh, so the prefecture lord knows, does he?" Feng Yun’s face was stern, and she spoke icily, "It’s a trade, a transaction, don’t talk about it as if it’s a favor."
"Yes, yes, yes." Feng Jingteng acquiesced smoothly, going along with her words, "However, there must be a limit set for the construction and building. We cannot waste resources unnecessarily, so we need to discuss a budget..."
Feng Yun let out a cold, indifferent laugh.
"Then the prefecture lord may leave now, I will not see you out."
She truly was quite bold. Without finishing her sentence, she stood and walked outside, leaving Feng Jingteng hanging there, his heart skipping a beat. Remembering the purpose of his visit, he quickly followed her.
"Shi’er Niang, Ayun... wait a moment, let me finish what I have to say..."
Feng Yun was usually extremely polite and well-mannered towards everyone, never making a single mistake. Yet she showed not a hint of a pleasant demeanor towards Feng Jingteng and would turn her face from him in an instant.
Everyone in the villa watched the father following his daughter around...
Feng Jingteng, out of breath, was nearly kneeling to plead with her.
"Oh my dear grand lady, surely you can’t just drop the burden on your father. Shi’er Niang, stop, stop and listen to me..."
Feng Yun snorted coldly.
She had realized that Feng Jingteng was simply a glutton for punishment.
No amount of kindness towards him was effective; even giving your heart and soul couldn’t move his stony heart.
On the contrary, show him a bit of color, and he instantly fell into line.
Feng Yun’s feet seemed to catch the wind; her pace grew faster.
"Feng Twelve," a voice called out lightly, almost teasing.
The approaching young lord, adorned with jade and silk, wearing a lightweight brocade robe, moved gracefully and upright. His voice was soft, muffled behind that intimidating mask, yet tinged with the anticipation of watching a good show.
It was Chunyu Yan.
He saw Feng Jingteng and nodded politely without neglecting the courtesy, but instead of speaking to Feng Jingteng, he turned to Feng Yun with a smile, his voice as gentle as silk, yet with an undertone of someone enjoying the spectacle.
"Whatever residence you want to build, let Yunchuan do it. Yunchuan will also learn the mathematics of Changmen."
