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Chapter 743: Husband and Wife

Following his movement, the purple sandalwood canopy bed carved with images of numerous children and grandchildren swayed, and the hanging bright red gauze curtains fell, concealing the view within.

Shao Mingyuan pressed down upon her, opening his mouth to bite the peach-colored dudou strap on the young woman’s snow-white shoulder, directly tearing the strap open.

Qiao Zhao reached out with both hands, instinctively resisting the sudden weight upon her body, and couldn’t help but feel exasperated.

She had been wrong.

She had always thought this man was a silly roe deer, but he turned out to be a wolf. If he was going to undress her, fine, but he used his teeth!

“Shao Mingyuan, don’t go crazy—”

This time, however, the man ignored the young woman’s coquettish scolding. Burning kisses fell like raindrops, dense and numerous.

Those kisses began from her hair and continued downward, sliding over the young woman’s delicate brows and straight, petite nose bridge. When they reached her pink, moist lips, there was a moment’s pause, then his nimble tongue explored inside, wantonly entangling.

Outside the curtains, a wedding candle sputtered, the light dimming momentarily, and the red gauze curtains swayed without wind.

Shao Mingyuan rolled awkwardly to one side, breathing heavily.

Qiao Zhao opened her eyes in confusion.

Shao Mingyuan lowered his head to kiss her eyelids and said hoarsely, “Be good, let me put your clothes back on properly.”

He used his greatest self-control to pick up the wrinkled undergarment and cover Qiao Zhao with it, but she pressed down on his hand, her voice also somewhat hoarse: “What’s wrong?”

She wasn’t truly a young girl. Although she had no experience with intimate relations between husband and wife, within this still somewhat immature body was the mature soul of a woman in her twenties.

For this man she had married twice and now loved mutually, she was willing to become his wife in name and reality tonight.

Shao Mingyuan pulled over the brocade quilt to cover Qiao Zhao completely and smiled bitterly: “You haven’t reached the hairpin ceremony age yet. Let’s wait a bit longer.”

Heaven knew that when he had let himself go just now, Physician Li’s warning had echoed repeatedly in his mind.

Physician Li had said that Zhaozhao’s body was naturally delicate and frail—if she became pregnant before eighteen, it would be dangerous.

Just thinking of this, no matter how great his impulse, it all dissipated, leaving only unease and tender affection.

Seeing Qiao Zhao remain silent, Shao Mingyuan carefully observed her expression. Seeing her frown as if somewhat displeased, he quickly assured her: “Don’t worry, there’s nothing wrong with my body.”

Qiao Zhao’s face darkened.

What was this fool randomly explaining? Was she such an impatient person?

“I know. Let’s sleep.”

With the way he had just been, it would be strange if there were problems.

Shao Mingyuan lay beside Qiao Zhao, turning on his side to embrace her waist: “Zhaozhao, do you like drinking goat milk?”

Miss Qiao raised her eyebrows.

Hm? Was he criticizing her for having a small chest?

Shao Mingyuan, thinking she didn’t like it, immediately said: “Goat milk has a gamey smell. How about cow milk?”

“Why should I drink cow milk?” Qiao Zhao asked without revealing her thoughts.

If it was the answer she was thinking of, she would kick this bastard out of bed.

Because they were so close, Shao Mingyuan rubbed his face in distress, secretly admiring his self-control as he explained: “People who regularly drink cow milk grow robust and tall. Northern Qi people love drinking cow milk, so whether men or women, they’re all tall and imposing.”

Tall and imposing…

Tall—

Imposing—

Qiao Zhao narrowed her eyes to look at the man beside her: “So you’re saying husband prefers that type?”

Shao Mingyuan was already stunned upon hearing the word “husband.” He suddenly grasped Qiao Zhao’s hand and said with restraint: “Zhaozhao, call me ‘husband’ once more.”

He had never imagined that the word “husband” sounded much better than his name.

Under his burning gaze, Qiao Zhao couldn’t bring herself to say it and couldn’t help but look away.

But Shao Mingyuan wouldn’t give up: “Zhaozhao, just say it once. I want to hear it.”

“Tell me something that makes me happy, and I’ll say it once.” Hearing his plea, Qiao Zhao’s heart had already softened, giving her a way out.

Shao Mingyuan thought for a moment and said, “You don’t have to get up early tomorrow.”

Marquis Guanjun’s residence had no elders. Previously he was the highest-ranking, now Zhaozhao was the highest-ranking. Unlike other families’ new brides who had to rise early to serve tea to parents-in-law, they could completely sleep in a bit longer and visit Marquis Jing’an’s residence to pay respects after worshipping the ancestors.

“Zhaozhao, isn’t this worth being happy about?”

Qiao Zhao smiled charmingly: “It’s indeed worth being happy about. Thank you, husband.”

Those nearly three years of cage-like life at Marquis Jing’an’s residence were like a dream where even the sky was gray for her. Having tasted freedom, she never wanted to be controlled by others again.

For a new wife, having proper parents-in-law versus not having them was a world of difference.

As if guessing Qiao Zhao’s thoughts, Shao Mingyuan held her tighter: “Zhaozhao, don’t worry. In our marquis residence from now on, you’re the highest-ranking, and I’ll listen to you too, so you can do whatever you want.”

Qiao Zhao hugged Shao Mingyuan back and said softly, “Tingquan, I’m very happy.”

Shao Mingyuan’s body suddenly tensed. He moved back a bit and smiled bitterly as he got up to dress: “I’m going to take another bath!”

The man who had hastily tied his clothing belt walked to the screen and turned around: “The small kitchen has stewed porridge. I’ll have someone bring it to you shortly.”

Qiao Zhao suppressed her laughter: “Go quickly. I’ll wait for you to come back so we can eat together.”

Wedding nights originally included late-night food for the newlyweds, symbolizing sharing a wonderful evening. She had thought this meal would be postponed until the middle of the night…

Thinking of this, Qiao Zhao’s face warmed slightly. She put away her wild thoughts and hurriedly dressed properly.

The steaming bird’s nest porridge had just been brought when Shao Mingyuan returned from his bath, his face still bearing undried water droplets.

A’Zhu didn’t dare raise her head and hurriedly withdrew.

“Why such a rush?” Qiao Zhao scolded.

Shao Mingyuan smiled: “I was hungry.”

The two ate together, simply washed up, and slept embracing each other.

Of course, Qiao Zhao indeed fell asleep. As for whether a certain someone who got up the next day sporting dark circles under his eyes had slept well, that was unknown.

The two dressed properly and went hand in hand to Marquis Jing’an’s residence.

Marquis Jing’an’s residence was likewise decorated with red silk and colored decorations. Servants wearing brand new silk jackets had been standing outside the marquis’ residence gates early, waiting. Seeing the newlyweds arrive, they immediately came forward to pay their respects.

“Greetings, Lord Marquis. Greetings, Lady Marquis.”

Shao Mingyuan nodded in response, protecting Qiao Zhao as they walked inside.

Chen Guang, following behind, happily tossed a piece of broken silver into the servants’ arms as a reward.

“Thank you, Master Guang.”

Chen Guang stumbled and nearly fell.

What the hell was “Master Guang”?

Quickly glancing at Binglu ahead, who had turned back to snicker, Chen Guang’s face darkened: “Don’t call me nonsense.”

The servant nodded repeatedly: “Master Chen, Master Chen.”

Chen Guang nodded with satisfaction.

Mm, this title sounded much better than the previous one.

Chen Guang puffed out his chest and walked inside.

He finally didn’t have to be Third Miss’s driver anymore—he had been promoted to be the driver for the General and the General’s wife!

“Greetings, Lord Marquis. Greetings, Lady Marquis.”

As Qiao Zhao and her companion walked inside, the servants they encountered all greeted them, completely different from the subtle slights toward the Second Young Master when the former Marquis Jing’an’s wife had managed the household.

Surveying the environment that was both strange and familiar, Qiao Zhao suppressed her complex emotions and maintained a calm expression.

At this moment, a young voice called out: “Second Brother.”

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