Chapter 4

Ji Sang instinctively looked for tissue, but realized after two seconds that there weren’t any here. Her eyes scanned the surroundings and she grabbed a piece of cloth, handing it over, “You… quickly lift your head, here… use this to block it.”

Wen Jian didn’t expect himself to lose control like this. He also didn’t see what she handed him and hastily took it from her. He immediately pressed the cloth to his nose, staining it with his nosebleed.

Ji Sang anxiously looked at Wen Jian with her dark eyes. After a moment, she asked, “Are you okay now?”

A peculiar blush appeared on Wen Jian’s pale face. He didn’t want to admit that it was because of his anger, so he forced out a sentence after struggling for a while.

“The weather is dry.”

Ji Sang felt the moistness in the air and thought that it had rained yesterday, so how could it be dry? However, she didn’t refute it and just nodded, “Oh.”

A faint fragrance lingered in Ji Sang’s breath, it smelled nice, and it made his throat even drier.

He looked at the pale pink cloth in his hand with confusion. The nosebleed had already stopped, so he decided to move the cloth slightly to see it more clearly. The fabric was exceptionally soft, and as he relaxed his fingers a bit, the cloth unfolded…

Upon closer inspection, he saw a large red camellia embroidered on it. The green leaves of the camellia were already soaked in blood, and a thin strip dangled in the air, gently swaying when the wind blew. Another strip was wrapped around his slender middle finger, and the scene inexplicably carried a hint of sensuality.

“Uh…”

Wen Jian froze in place, his profound gaze filled with understanding at a glance. He could tell what it was, and the nosebleed that had just stopped seemed to have a tendency to start flowing again.

If he could see it, then Ji Sang could certainly see it too.

Her fair little face suddenly turned red, filled with embarrassment and anger. Her mind went blank, and she reached out and snatched the bellyband from his hand, hastily crumpling it into a ball and hiding it behind her back. Her dark eyes flickered intensely as she struggled to speak, avoiding looking into Wen Jian’s eyes. Standing so close to him, her gaze immediately fell on his crotch where the fabric slowly stirred, and the previously flat surface suddenly stood erect like a tall tent!

Ji Sang’s heart almost leapt out of her throat. Of course, she knew what it was, and she exclaimed, “Ah!”@@novelbin@@

She ran out while clutching the piece of fabric.

Outside, she ran into Wen Jian’s mother, Lady Wen Li.

Ji Sang had just paid her respects to her mother-in-law. Lady Wen seemed easy to get along with. Although the bride who married into the Wen family had changed, as long as the dowry went to the Wen family, it didn’t matter which daughter of the Ji family married into it.

Moreover, Ji Sang had a gentler temperament compared to Ji Chunhua, so they got along even better.

Lady Wen Li saw her flustered appearance and called out, “Ji Sang… take it easy.”

Ji Sang was at a loss and let out a confused “Huh,” her face still flushed. Her dark eyes glanced at Lady Wen Li.

Lady Wen Li noticed that there seemed to be something hidden behind her and asked with curiosity, “Ji Sang, what are you holding in your hand?”

Ji Sang stuttered in response, “Mother, it’s… nothing.”

After speaking, Ji Sang took a basin of water and went to wash the bellyband.

Lady Wen Li went to cook in the kitchen. Through the window, she saw Ji Sang washing the bellyband. A shy smile appeared on her still charming face, and a soft chuckle escaped her throat. Just then, Wen Zheng walked in from outside and noticed the old lady enjoying herself. He approached her and followed her gaze outside, asking, “What are you looking at?”

Lady Wen Li was startled. “Old man, how did you come in without making any noise?”

Wen Zheng glanced at her lifted buttocks, reached out and squeezed them twice, “I haven’t stolen anyone, what are you afraid of?”

Lady Wen Li’s buttocks instinctively lifted a bit under his touch. “Wen Zheng… just now, I saw Ji Sang washing the bellyband, and there was blood on it. Now you can rest assured, right?”

Both of them were experienced people and naturally understood what the blood meant.

Wen Zheng’s eyes flickered slightly, and he chuckled softly, “Hmm, don’t worry, don’t worry. I knew this boy inherited my genes. How could he be like what they say? Our son is just a bookworm, nothing more.”

Lady Wen Li couldn’t help but scold him with a glare, “Inherited what?”

Wen Zheng smiled and pressed his body against her waist, leaning forward to speak in her ear, “What do you think?”

Lady Wen Li immediately felt the hardness against her lower back and pushed him away with her hand, “Dirty old man, the child is still here!”

In the end, Wen Zheng didn’t do anything to Lady Wen Li, he only kissed her cheek, and the couple continued cooking with laughter and conversation.

Half an hour later.

Ji Sang and Wen Jian were called to have lunch.

The four of them sat together.

Ji Sang didn’t dare to lift her head to look at Wen Jian, and Wen Jian, with a gloomy expression, kept his head down and focused on eating.

The atmosphere between the newlyweds was strangely peculiar.

The elderly couple were puzzled in their hearts, but could only watch silently. Could it be that things weren’t as they had imagined?

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