Chapter 54: Fifty-Fourth Chapter
Half an hour earlier, Wen Xing, not seeing her son return, went out with an oil lamp to look for him.
Hearing that her son was sleeping in her sister-in-law's room, Wen Xing returned to her own room.
Just as she began to tidy the bed, her husband returned, freshly bathed.
Fuzhen, not seeing his son in the room, asked his wife, "Where is An'an?"
Wen Xing replied, "He's sleeping in sister-in-law's room. Seeing it's cold outside, she didn’t wake him."
Learning that his son was sleeping in his brother's room, Fuzhen felt a slight stir in his heart, his gaze resting on his wife's profile.
After a month of applying medicinal clay, his wife's face had indeed become much fairer, looking almost seventeen or eighteen at the age of twenty-five or twenty-six.
His gaze drifted downward, noting her fairer skin and the added fullness to her figure.
Fuzhen, in the prime of his life and having gone without for many years, naturally had desires. However, circumstances in previous years had not permitted it.
Now back at home, the presence of their considerate son in the bed was an obstacle to intimacy.
Tonight, with their son unexpectedly sleeping in his brother's room, Fuzhen didn’t want to miss this rare opportunity.
Wen Xing was smoothing out the hemp fibers at the corner of the quilt when suddenly a strong and warm body pressed against her from behind, making her pause in her task.
Strong arms encircled her waist, and rough fingertips slid under the hem of her clothes, gently caressing the soft skin of her waist.
In a hoarse voice, Fu Zhen called, “Xingniang.”
The warmth of his breath on her ear made Wen Xing feel a tingling sensation down her spine as she heard her husband call her name in his deep, husky voice.
Even as the mother of two children, Wen Xing was still easily embarrassed. Blushing with red ears and hot cheeks, she relaxed in her husband’s strong embrace.
She didn’t respond verbally, simply leaning back into his solid frame.
After years of marriage, even without intimate relations for many years, they could understand each other’s intentions from subtle gestures.
Without any further words, a sense of intimacy spread between them.
Wen Xing lay on the bed, her sturdy arms propped on either side.
With their eyes locked, she softly raised her arms and wrapped them around her husband's neck.
Fu Zhen's body stiffened for a moment, then suddenly he leaned down and captured his wife’s lips.
"Outside, the weather was bleak with cold wind and rain, while inside, it was dry and hot."
"A fire, smoldering for six years, now finally ignited, blazing fiercely, unstoppable by the light rain outside."
"Inevitably, the bamboo bed creaked with 'squeak and creak' sounds."
"Sensing something amiss, Wen Xing called out hesitantly, 'Husband, stop…'"
"Before she could finish, the bed collapsed with a loud 'bang'."
In the moment she fell from the bed, Fuzhen seemed to sense something and quickly turned around, holding his wife in his arms.
As soon as he turned, his body fell to the ground with the bamboo bed, shaking his waist and eliciting a muffled groan from Fuzhen.
Wenxing, protected in her husband's embrace, was unharmed, but completely stunned.
She was dazed for a few moments, then hearing her husband's groan, asked in panic, "Darling, are you alright?"
She quickly got up, threw on some clothes, and went to help her husband stand up.
Fuzhen shook his head and replied, "It's nothing serious."
"Just a bit of pain in my lower back..."
After helping him up, Wenxing looked at the collapsed bamboo bed in astonishment and muttered, "Why did it suddenly collapse?"
Fuzhen pondered for a moment. The bamboo bed was not as sturdy as a wooden one, and it was almost nine years old. A bit of vigorous movement could indeed cause it to collapse.
"But why did it have to collapse at this very moment?"
Fuzhen frowned deeply, feeling extremely displeased.
At this moment, Wenxing, who had just regained her composure, suddenly remembered the loud noise of the bed collapsing and thought it must have reached outside. If her sister-in-law and mother-in-law came to ask, how would she explain?
"Darling, how should we explain this later?"
Fuzhen, now dressed, replied, "Just say the bamboo bed was too old and collapsed accidentally."
"But what if they guess why it collapsed? What do we do then?" she asked, nearly in tears. If it was known that the bed collapsed while they were being intimate, she would be utterly embarrassed.
As Fuzhen was contemplating how to console his shy wife, his mother's voice inquiring from outside reached them.
Hearing this, the couple immediately fell silent and listened intently to the noises outside.
They soon heard the younger brother say, "The bamboo bed in the elder brother's room is quite old and may not be very stable, so it collapsing is normal."
This statement seemed reasonable, but then their mother, instead of offering to come and see, simply went to bed, clearly understanding something.
Wenxing realized this and her eyes immediately reddened with tears. She hit her husband's chest, crying, "They all know, it's all your fault, all your fault! I told you to be gentler, but you just got rougher, it's all your fault!"
Sobbing, she felt she could no longer face anyone.
On the bed, when she asked for gentleness, Fuzhen took it as a sign to be firmer.
Knowing he was at fault, he didn't argue and let his wife hit him.
After a while, when she was tired of hitting, he embraced her and comforted, "Give it a few days, everyone will forget about it."
Hearing this, Wenxing glared at her husband, crying even harder.
—How could they possibly forget!
It was too embarrassing, she vowed not to step outside the next day!
Chapter 54: Fifty-Fourth Chapter
Half an hour earlier, Wen Xing, not seeing her son return, went out with an oil lamp to look for him.
Hearing that her son was sleeping in her sister-in-law's room, Wen Xing returned to her own room.
Just as she began to tidy the bed, her husband returned, freshly bathed.
Fuzhen, not seeing his son in the room, asked his wife, "Where is An'an?"
Wen Xing replied, "He's sleeping in sister-in-law's room. Seeing it's cold outside, she didn’t wake him."
Learning that his son was sleeping in his brother's room, Fuzhen felt a slight stir in his heart, his gaze resting on his wife's profile.
After a month of applying medicinal clay, his wife's face had indeed become much fairer, looking almost seventeen or eighteen at the age of twenty-five or twenty-six.
His gaze drifted downward, noting her fairer skin and the added fullness to her figure.
Fuzhen, in the prime of his life and having gone without for many years, naturally had desires. However, circumstances in previous years had not permitted it.
Now back at home, the presence of their considerate son in the bed was an obstacle to intimacy.
Tonight, with their son unexpectedly sleeping in his brother's room, Fuzhen didn’t want to miss this rare opportunity.
Wen Xing was smoothing out the hemp fibers at the corner of the quilt when suddenly a strong and warm body pressed against her from behind, making her pause in her task.
Strong arms encircled her waist, and rough fingertips slid under the hem of her clothes, gently caressing the soft skin of her waist.
In a hoarse voice, Fu Zhen called, “Xingniang.”
The warmth of his breath on her ear made Wen Xing feel a tingling sensation down her spine as she heard her husband call her name in his deep, husky voice.
Even as the mother of two children, Wen Xing was still easily embarrassed. Blushing with red ears and hot cheeks, she relaxed in her husband’s strong embrace.
She didn’t respond verbally, simply leaning back into his solid frame.
After years of marriage, even without intimate relations for many years, they could understand each other’s intentions from subtle gestures.
Without any further words, a sense of intimacy spread between them.
Wen Xing lay on the bed, her sturdy arms propped on either side.
With their eyes locked, she softly raised her arms and wrapped them around her husband's neck.
Fu Zhen's body stiffened for a moment, then suddenly he leaned down and captured his wife’s lips.
"Outside, the weather was bleak with cold wind and rain, while inside, it was dry and hot."
"A fire, smoldering for six years, now finally ignited, blazing fiercely, unstoppable by the light rain outside."
"Inevitably, the bamboo bed creaked with 'squeak and creak' sounds."
"Sensing something amiss, Wen Xing called out hesitantly, 'Husband, stop…'"
"Before she could finish, the bed collapsed with a loud 'bang'."
In the moment she fell from the bed, Fuzhen seemed to sense something and quickly turned around, holding his wife in his arms.
As soon as he turned, his body fell to the ground with the bamboo bed, shaking his waist and eliciting a muffled groan from Fuzhen.
Wenxing, protected in her husband's embrace, was unharmed, but completely stunned.
She was dazed for a few moments, then hearing her husband's groan, asked in panic, "Darling, are you alright?"
She quickly got up, threw on some clothes, and went to help her husband stand up.
Fuzhen shook his head and replied, "It's nothing serious."
"Just a bit of pain in my lower back..."
After helping him up, Wenxing looked at the collapsed bamboo bed in astonishment and muttered, "Why did it suddenly collapse?"
Fuzhen pondered for a moment. The bamboo bed was not as sturdy as a wooden one, and it was almost nine years old. A bit of vigorous movement could indeed cause it to collapse.
"But why did it have to collapse at this very moment?"
Fuzhen frowned deeply, feeling extremely displeased.
At this moment, Wenxing, who had just regained her composure, suddenly remembered the loud noise of the bed collapsing and thought it must have reached outside. If her sister-in-law and mother-in-law came to ask, how would she explain?
"Darling, how should we explain this later?"
Fuzhen, now dressed, replied, "Just say the bamboo bed was too old and collapsed accidentally."
"But what if they guess why it collapsed? What do we do then?" she asked, nearly in tears. If it was known that the bed collapsed while they were being intimate, she would be utterly embarrassed.
As Fuzhen was contemplating how to console his shy wife, his mother's voice inquiring from outside reached them.
Hearing this, the couple immediately fell silent and listened intently to the noises outside.
They soon heard the younger brother say, "The bamboo bed in the elder brother's room is quite old and may not be very stable, so it collapsing is normal."
This statement seemed reasonable, but then their mother, instead of offering to come and see, simply went to bed, clearly understanding something.
Wenxing realized this and her eyes immediately reddened with tears. She hit her husband's chest, crying, "They all know, it's all your fault, all your fault! I told you to be gentler, but you just got rougher, it's all your fault!"
Sobbing, she felt she could no longer face anyone.
On the bed, when she asked for gentleness, Fuzhen took it as a sign to be firmer.
Knowing he was at fault, he didn't argue and let his wife hit him.
After a while, when she was tired of hitting, he embraced her and comforted, "Give it a few days, everyone will forget about it."
Hearing this, Wenxing glared at her husband, crying even harder.
—How could they possibly forget!
It was too embarrassing, she vowed not to step outside the next day!
