Chapter 66 - 66 66 Help the Wife Wash Feet

Chapter 66: Chapter 66 Help the Wife Wash Feet Chapter 66: Chapter 66 Help the Wife Wash Feet In the living room.

Shen Mingzhu was ostensibly watching television, but her mind was grappling with the matter of sleeping arrangements for the night.

She wasn’t really obtuse; she could see the wolf-like desires in a man’s eyes.

To be honest, she didn’t dislike Pei Yang, and sometimes even her heart raced and her cheeks blushed at his flirting, but to get down to business and consummate their marriage that very night, she just couldn’t.

“What are you thinking about so intently?

I’ve called you several times and you haven’t responded.”

Looking up at Pei Yang, who had somehow appeared in front of her, and meeting his smiling gaze, Shen Mingzhu blurted out, “You should sleep with Ziheng tonight.”

As soon as she said this, she saw the smile disappear from his eyes.

Casting a glance towards their son, who was watching them from the sofa, Pei Yang gestured for Shen Mingzhu to go to the bedroom with him.

Shen Mingzhu didn’t want to go but found herself taken forcibly into the bedroom by Pei Yang, who then conveniently shut the door behind them.

Looking at the closed door, Shen Mingzhu silently walked over to the desk.

On the desk was her Immortal Plant Ball.

If he dared to force himself, she would prick him into a hedgehog.

Pei Yang clearly didn’t know his wife’s thoughts; instead, he was troubled by the reasons why his wife didn’t want to sleep with him.

“Give me a reason.

This is my home, you’re my wife.

I’m back in my own house, and I can’t even share a bed with my own wife?”

“I got my period, it’s not convenient.”

“You’re full of it!”

“…”

Pei Yang gave her a half-smile that wasn’t quite a smile, “You think I’m some kind of brute who doesn’t understand women’s affairs?

The day we came back, your period had just ended.”

Shen Mingzhu was stunned, “How do you know that?”

“I heard you ask Xiuzhu for toilet paper,” Pei Yang said, hands on his hips, triumphant.

Shen Mingzhu: “…”

Seeing her at a loss for words, Pei Yang moved closer to her.

Shen Mingzhu instinctively backed away, but there was the desk, with no room to retreat.

Before Shen Mingzhu could regain her composure, she was pinned against the edge of the desk by the man.

“Pei Yang, don’t mess around.”

Shen Mingzhu wasn’t panicked, for her hand had already found the Immortal Plant Ball’s pot behind her.

Pei Yang trapped her between his body and the desk, rendering her immobile but not going further, merely looking down at her flushed cheeks and her eyes glistening like those of a frightened fawn.

“Mingzhu.”

The man’s voice suddenly turned tender and low, a serious expression on his face, “Is there something I’m not doing right that’s upsetting you?”

They were face to face, his breath warm on Shen Mingzhu’s face.

Shen Mingzhu felt uncomfortable and wriggled a bit, “Don’t stand so close to me.”

“This is close?

There’s even closer still.”

With that, he bent down, and Shen Mingzhu reflexively covered her mouth.

Pei Yang halted his movement, realizing from her reaction that she truly didn’t want to be close to him.

This realization annoyed Pei Yang considerably.

At that moment, he suddenly understood Xiuzhu’s feelings.

“Do you dislike me that much?”

The injured look in his eyes and his plaintive tone made Shen Mingzhu feel somewhat guilty.

“It’s not that I dislike you; I’m just not used to it yet.”

Hearing this, Pei Yang was surprisingly calm, “Then tell me, how long will it take for you to get accustomed?

Two days?

Is that enough?”

Shen Mingzhu shook her head, “Not enough.”

“Three days?”

Shen Mingzhu still shook her head.

Pei Yang’s patience evaporated, “Then how many days do you need?

There has to be a deadline, right?”

“I haven’t figured it out yet.”

Seeing him looking at her without a word, Shen Mingzhu spoke up again, “Don’t pressure me; you’re scaring me.”

Pei Yang was on the verge of laughing out of frustration.

So, he was the villain now?

His legally wedded wife couldn’t be touched or held; had he brought home a living deity to worship?

Who could he even complain to?

Watching Pei Yang stomp off to his own room in a huff, Pei Ziheng got up, turned off the TV, and also headed to his room.

Lying on his bed, Pei Yang’s sharply defined face was so dark it looked as though it had been brushed with a layer of soot, glaring at the ceiling as if to bore a hole through it with his gaze.

Pei Ziheng, with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, walked over, “Did you have a fight with Aunt Mingzhu?”

Pei Yang turned his head to look at his son, “She annoyed me, so I punished her to sleep alone tonight.

I’ll sleep with you tonight, happy now?”

Pei Ziheng, with his dark piercing eyes, brutally exposed the lie, “Dad, you were kicked out by Aunt Mingzhu, weren’t you?”

Pei Yang exploded like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, “Nonsense!

This is my house, I can sleep wherever I want.

By what right does she kick me out?

Alright, it’s late, come up and sleep.”

“I haven’t washed my feet yet.”

Lacking experience in taking care of his son, Pei Yang thought for a moment and said, “Should I wash them for you?”

“No need, Dad.

You go to sleep first.

I’ll come after I’ve washed my feet.”

“Such a good boy.”

Watching his son’s sensible little figure, Pei Yang felt very gratified, and the resentment in his heart dissipated quite a bit.

I’ll cut her some slack for a bit longer, she’s been both father and mother, and she’s done a good job raising our son, it really has been hard for her.

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In the living room, Pei Ziheng took his little pink feet out of the basin after soaking them in hot water, carefully dried them with a foot towel, then put on slippers and said to Shen Mingzhu, “Dad said you should wash first, he’ll wash later.”

Shen Mingzhu nodded to show she understood.

Back in the bedroom, Pei Ziheng approached the bed, “Dad.”

“Hmm?”

Pei Yang, in a low mood, looked at his son, “Did you wash your feet?”

Pei Ziheng’s dark eyes met his, “Aunt Mingzhu asked you to go help her wash her feet.”

Pei Yang was stunned and immediately sat up from the bed.

“She said that?”

Pei Ziheng nodded.

“She wishes.”

As he spoke, he stepped down from the bed to put on his shoes.

After putting on his shoes and seeing his son staring at him, he added, “Your dad, being such a man, will indulge her this once.”

“Oh.”

As soon as Pei Yang left the room, Pei Ziheng closed the door behind him and locked it.

Turning around with a smile, he kept his scheming to himself.

Hearing the door close, Pei Yang paused in his steps.

In a flash of insight, he understood his son’s intention.

The boy I’ve raised isn’t too shabby!

Shen Mingzhu watched Pei Yang approach, thinking he was coming to wash his feet.

She was about to tell him there was still hot water in the pot and that he could use it after she was done, but then she saw him squat down in front of the basin and grab her foot.

Shen Mingzhu was so shocked she was frozen, forgetting to react for a moment.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing?

Wasn’t it you who had the boy tell me to wash your feet?”

“I didn’t…”

“Dare to say it but not admit it?”

“…”

Pei Yang teased her with a glance, his large hand beginning to massage her delicate feet.

Feet are inherently sensitive, and the slight calluses between his fingers rubbed against her skin, making Shen Mingzhu feel unbearably ticklish.

She tried to pull her feet back, but the man, as if prepared, held on tightly like a vise.

Shen Mingzhu struggled to withdraw her foot to no avail, growing annoyed, “Let go.”

Pei Yang acted as if he hadn’t heard, squatting there like a big dog in front of the basin, meticulously massaging her feet.

The bright fluorescent light above his head illuminated him, making his already handsome features appear more chiseled and profound.

To say she wasn’t feeling softened would be a lie.

“Pei Yang.”

Shen Mingzhu couldn’t help calling out to him.