The Lady’s Sickly Husband

Playing her hair wasn’t enough for Ning Shaoqing, so he walked past the desk and took Mo Qianxue into his arms, “Xue…”

Ning Shaoqing’s eyes were full of emotions, but Mo Qianxue was pondering about her tofu business, “Shaoqing, have you ever been told that you’re a commercial genius…um…”

Mo Qianxue wanted to say more when she was already in a warm embrace, and her lips were blocked by a pair of burning lips.

In a daze, she tired to push him away, but Ning Shaoqing acted quicker to grab her pushing hands and fixed them behind her back.

All the sensation instantly concentrated to the tiny lips as if the other parts of her body didn’t exist any longer.

Mo Qianxue’s brain was muddled. Until she finally kissed back on instinct, Ning Shaoqing was satisfied.

As he kissed, he involuntarily held her back into the inner room. He found himself increasingly easy to lost control. Every time as long as he touched these soft lips, he became drunk and indulged in the kissing no matter what.

As he lost control of himself, Mo Qianxue resumed clarity.

The moment she was put on the couch, Ning Shaoqing got a kick from her.

She would never want to repeat the cruel torture that she had suffered on that night, so any sprout of passion would be put off by her timely. Heaven knew whether she would be driven crazy if she was turned on but didn’t get satisfaction again and again for a whole night.

Of course, she knew that Ning Shaoqing couldn’t help it and cared about her. But she must say no!

Besides, having been smirked by that shameless the fifth lady, she kept feeling uncomfortable.

In modern times, she didn’t put on the wedding dress and only a cup of tea made her kick the bucket. Coming to this world, she directly became a wife, without experiencing any loving relationship or wedding.

Alright, she could call it minimalism.

However, this wasn’t the case in other people’s views. Shootings of luck wife, of unknown origin, of illegal wife without match-maker or betrothal gifts made her so uncomfortable.

Ning Shaoqing was kicked away by surprise but wasn’t angry at all.

With an understanding smile, he came over and said, “Xue, we won’t be waiting too long. The weird doctor has found the guiding herb, and when spring comes and he gets the new root, everything will be fine.”

Oh dear heaven, why did he make her sound so eager?!

Alright, she was, a little.

But…just…still…

Mo Qianxue muttered, her mind full of concerns and asking, “Will there be any incident when the doctor picks the herb?” She had seen on televisions that countless people would show up to fight for the herb at this kind of moment.

Ning Shaoqing felt her worries and hugged her again. This time he behaved himself and didn’t use lips or hands, answering seriously, “No, there won’t be. I’ve sent hidden guards to protect him.”

“When you’re cured, you have to give me a formal wedding to tell others that I’m your legal wife. Otherwise, do not try to…”

“Fine… by then I can…”

“Shameless…”

*

Now that she had planned to sell tofu recipe to every place of Tianqi, she needed to distribute the task to the workers and act quick.

Early in the morning on the 6th, Mo Qianxue began to arrange it.

According to Ning Shaoqing, she should sell the recipe simultaneously in Tianxiang city and other places as so to throw potential buyers off their guards.

Yet, the villagers didn’t have experience in such a commercial campaign, so Ning Shaoqing decided to let Asan invite over manager Yu of Tingfengquan.

During his confession last time, Ning Shaoqing had told Mo Qianxue that Tingfengquan was his own winery and that he came from the super noble family Ning.

At that time, Mo Qianxue was both shocked and angry, but on a second thought, she forgave him.

By then, he had almost died but didn’t try to find his former guard, which meant that his man had a extremely high ego and insecurity.

At first, he hadn’t told her because he hadn’t trusted her yet. Later, he still didn’t tell her because he worried that she might be scared or became too concerned for him.

Uncle Yu brought two people from his winery, two trustworthy assistants, one named Awen and the other Abing.

Mo Qianxue thought about it for a while and dispatched two more people.

One was Li San who had saved her, and the other was Fang Datang. The two groups of people could supervise each other, one heading for the south and the other heading for the north.

Everywhere they arrived, they could first collect beans and ship them back to the Tianyou dock. Then they could sell recipe, each at twenty taels of silver.

These two groups of people would set out after the 15th.

As for Su Qi, Mo Qianxue planned to give him the recipe for free, as her gratitude for the cheap millions of jins of beans which were now stored at her warehouses. The low price made her still happy only by thinking of it.

*

On the 7th, Mo Qianxue went to the sculpture workshop. She found a nice piece of sculpture made by Gao Qiwa that could meet the standard of market as long as minor details revised under her guidance.

This made Gao Qiwa so happy, because Mo Qianxue had promised that as long as their works could be sold on market, the students would begin to get paid along with extra bonuses.

The better their sculptures were, the higher the extra bonus would be.

Mo Qianxue wondered what methods Ji Xuyao had utilized to make Tong Zijing sticking around her less and less.

However, today she would give a lecture on carving technique, so certainly Tong Zijing showed up.

Today, the way Tong Zijing looked at her was a little strange, and a little naughty, and he smiled as if he had done something wrong deliberately. Yet, the shining smile and squinting eyes looked very adorable.

Mo Qianxue took more glances at him and was reminded of her younger brother in modern times.

When she was young, her parents were very busy. Her brother was six years of age younger than her. Her father was a village teacher and her mother was occupied by farm work, so for most of the time, she stayed at home with her brother. It was fair to say that her brother was brought up by her.

Seeing Tong Zijing smiled while squinting like this, Mo Qianxue couldn’t help teasing him after the lecture, “Zijing, tell me, did you do a bad thing?”

Tong Zijing looked around from left to right and whispered to Mo Qianxue’s ear, “I won’t tell you that I put croton (a kind of laxatives) in Mr. Ji’s tea.”

He deserved that because he kept an eye on him all day long. Though he was of good intention and let him learn many knowledge, it was his fault to try all means to prevent him from seeing sister.

Croton, then…Mr. Ji…must be having a bad day. Poor guy.

Then, Mo Qianxue felt obliged to teach Tong Zijing, “Zijing, this is wrong, you shouldn’t do that to Mr. Ji…”

Tong Zijing cut in, “Anyway, I won’t tell you that Mr. Ji spends his day in the restroom today. He has no time to watch me.”

Looking at Tong Zijing’s adorable face and innocent smile, Mo Qianxue didn’t continue to scold him and burst into laugher. She really didn’t know what to do with him.

In a word, Tong Zijing grew up. Ji Xuyao, pray for yourself.

*

On the 8th, the expected and worrying day finally came.

Yunyao, Juniang, Yunniang and Xiaolei were busy with their work, constantly cleaning up and preparing for the opening of business, but Mo Qianxue looked out of the door from time to time.

Xin Yiming finally arrived, still in white, with a jade flute.

Mo Qianxue invited him to go upstairs. He glanced at the hall with only tables and chairs, confused, “Mrs. Ning, are the sculptures at the second floor?”

Mo Qianxue only smiled, “Please follow me upstairs, I’ll explain.”

Xin Yiming was led to the Bamboo room and sat down. Mo Qianxue ordred Yunyao to make a pot of hot tea. Instantly, the vapor filled the air around the teapot.

Seeing Mo Qianxue didn’t hurry, Xin Yiming smiled and sat calmly, closing his eyes to take a rest.

As a matter of fact, Mo Qianxue had always thought highly of him. In view that he remained so calm and that Jian Qingyou should arrive soon, so Mo Qianxue gestured to let Gao Lang, who was standing behind Xin Yiming, leave.

His lord closed his eyes and was silent, and Gao Lang thought that lord’s martial art was enough to self-defend and that this woman couldn’t eat him, so he left.

“Can you tell me now?” As Gao Lang left, Xin Yiming opened his eyes, picking up his tea.

“I just want you to meet one person and help her make a decision.”

“Who?”

“Please be patient and wait here. You’ll know in a while. Yet, could you promise that you wouldn’t reveal any of what’s going to happen to anyone?”

Xin Yiming sapped the tea and smiled, “Yes.”

At this moment, Yunyao called out, “Mrs. Ning, we have guests.”

Certainly, it was Jian Qingyou.

Mo Qianxue got up but saw Gao Lang standing at the gate like a tree, frowning, “Let Gao Lang stand further away; he might scare our guest.”

Xin Yiming didn’t hesitate, “Gao Lang, step back.” As the voice rang, Gao Lang flew out of the window in an instant.

She got downstairs to welcome Jian Qingyou and her four servants. Mo Qianxue sent nanny Yuan and two servant girls into the kitchen to learn to make the cake from Juniang and told them that she had taught Juniang everything.

At first, nanny Yuan didn’t want to leave her lady, but Mo Qianxue joked that she wouldn’t eat her lady and questioned whether nanny Yuan was too old to make the cake.

Nanny Yuan was actually around forty years old. She wasn’t old at all and wouldn’t admit it either. Thinking that Mo Qianxue was an acquaintance already and there wouldn’t be problems, nanny Yuan finally agreed and went to the kitchen with the other girls.

Mo Qianxue gave Yunyao a look and then led Jian Qingyou upstairs with a smile.

At the doors of the Bamboo room, Mo Qianxue pushed the doors open. When seeing clearly the person sitting in the room, Jian Qingyou was stunned at the entrance.

The two pairs of eyes encountered!

Seeing clearly the person standing next to Mo Qianxue, Xin Yiming stunned too.

“I’ll just leave you two together.” Mo Qianxue pushed Jian Qingyou into the room and shut the doors.

“Qianxue, you…you…” She did want to see him and miss him, but so suddenly, to stay with him alone in the same room, Jian Qingyou panicked.

When she knew what was going on, the doors were already shut by Mo Qianxue. In fluster, Jian Qingyou turned away at once to open the doors. She was afraid.

For sure, she missed him, but when she actually saw him, she was scared, of something that she had no idea of. She only knew that her heart seemed to leap out of her mouth.

Xin Yiming came up and hugged her from behind.

Jian Qingyou’s body stiffened, and her hands reaching for the doors hung in midair.

Just now when she walked on the stairs, Xin Yiming had heard her voice. His heart was also leaping to a crazy beat.

He gently rubbed her hair, taking a deep breath, and asked, “It’s really you?”

Waiting for Jian Qingyou’s answer, Xin Yiming looked calm but deep down he was so afraid that this was only his dream.

Jian Qingyou turned around, gazed at Xin Yiming, feeling the love that filled up his eyes and almost oozed out, and involuntarily answered, “It’s me.”

“You’re here.” The tone was as familiar as they had already spent their lives together for a life.

“I’m here.” Jian Qingyou’s voice was soothing as flute.

The dialogue between them was silly and concise but contained infinite love and affection beyond worldly sexual passion.

Xin Yiming stared at Jian Qingyou’s face and decided that he didn’t want to live a life without her anymore.

Xin Yiming wasn’t a pedantic scholar, and once he got Jian Qingyou’s reply and made up his mind, he wouldn’t hesitate. The long-restrained love and admiration for Jian Qingyou finally burst out among the floating vapor.

He took Jian Qingyou into his arms and pressed his lips against hers. All his feelings were infiltrated into the soft lips. He felt as if the heaven and earth stopped to exist and only the softness was the place he most wanted to stay.

Jian Qingyou stiffened bodily. Her eyes seemed to be fixed to look at the person right before her. An unfamiliar but enchanting feeling sent to her through the lips and the light sandalwood fragrance around him.

She had never been so close to a man. Their last hug was merely a touch for one second. In a daze, Jian Qingyou flustered and tried to push him away.

Xin Yiming departed for a moment and momentarily pulled her over again.

He didn’t plan to give up. He grabbed Jian Qingyou’s hands, his voice trembling but charming, “Qingyou, I like you; you must know that…”

Then, he eagerly pressed his lips again against the softness. Maybe this was the only way to give him a sense of reality.

He eagerly expressed his feelings and was ready for everything. In his heart, she was so exalted and inviolable. Very likely, she would slap him in the face, curse him shameless or turn away and leave at once.

However, she just stood there, doing nothing and letting him kiss her.

He could feel her trembling body while he kissed her.

This was a feeling beyond description.

Jian Qingyou slowly closed her eyes. She had told her grandma that she would only marry him.

She wanted to follow her heart. If they couldn’t forge a marriage, this kiss would give her gratification for the rest of her life.

At this moment, she made a decision that even if she couldn’t marry Xin Yiming, she would marry nobody and stay pure for him…

Determined, Jian Qingyou put her shaking arms around Xin Yiming’s waist. The flushing face gently looked up.

She didn’t realize how beautiful she was in Xin Yiming’s eyes at the moment. That was a kind of allure beyond language, something would drive any man crazy.

Astonishment flared in the slim eyes of Xin Yiming. His movements were getting more and more eager. He wanted to devour the slender beauty in his arms bit by bit, to taste every inch of her skin and to crash it into pieces only belonging and melted to his body.