A delicate beauty takes a place in a marriage, while a cold, rough man seduces her every night.

Dinner was laid out on a table full of food, as lavish as a New Year's feast.

After dinner, Qiao Nianshan invited Qiao Ni and He Yannian to stay at his house that night, but Qiao Ni immediately waved her hand and refused: "I don't want to see your shrewish wife."

Finally, Xiao Jingye rode his motorcycle to take his father-in-law home.

Chen Xiuying and Qiao Nianshan had a falling out over Chen Xiaomeng's false accusation letter and hadn't spoken to each other for several days.

Hearing the sound of a motorcycle, he came out of the house and, upon seeing Xiao Jingye, immediately pleaded in a soft voice:

"Jingye, could you talk to Qingyan about Xiaomeng's matter and tell her not to take it to heart? After all, Xiaomeng is her older sister..."

Xiao Jingye remained silent, his eyes cold and hard.

With a slight twist of the throttle, the motorcycle suddenly turned around, its body grazing past Chen Xiuying's shoes, black exhaust fumes spraying directly onto her.

Chen Xiuying was so frightened that she staggered back several steps.

When she came to her senses, watching Xiao Jingye's departing figure, she cursed in a low voice, "Crazy! The whole family is a bunch of idiots!"

On the other side, Qiao Ni took out various gifts from her luggage: scarves, ready-made clothes, perfumes, and many local specialties unique to Beijing. Each item conveyed the family's heartfelt sentiments.

There are no hotels in the countryside, and the Xiao family only has two rooms left, so where they will sleep at night is a problem.

Qingyan pulled Xiao Jingye aside to discuss the idea of ​​letting her aunt Qiaoni sleep on the outer kang with her, while the kang in the inner room, which was narrower, would be reserved for He Yannian to rest on.

Xiao Jingye frowned and asked in a low voice, "Then where will I sleep?"

Qingyan pursed her lips, gently tugged at his sleeve with her fingertips, and whispered, "You should stay at Zhijie's house for a few days."

The night was deep, and the dark blue sky covered the entire village.

When Xiao Jingye set off, Qingyan saw him to the courtyard gate and handed him a flashlight, saying, "Take this, and drive carefully."

Xiao Jingye glanced at the light in the main room, reached out his arm and pulled the person into the shadows to the side, and his lips fell on hers.

He held her down and kissed her for a while, then finally whispered a fierce warning in her ear:

"Stay away from your frivolous cousin."

Qingyan's lips were sore from his grinding, and she angrily raised her hand and slapped him hard: "You're the one who's being indecent! You're the most indecent person in the whole world!"

"I heard this afternoon, your brother is taking you back to Beijing." Xiao Jingye gripped her wrist tightly, his gaze fixed on her face. "Are you going?"

Seeing his anxious and uncertain expression, Qingyan wanted to tease him, so she deliberately followed up on the conversation:

"Of course I'll go. My brother can arrange a job for me in Beijing. It's more developed than the countryside, so naturally I'll go with them."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jingye's eyes instantly turned red.

Her voice was choked with emotion: "Are you going to abandon me again?"

Seeing that he was actually taking it seriously, Qingyan softened a little, gently patted him, and said reproachfully:

"Isn't that a pointless question? I'm married to you, where else could I go?"

"Without you, without Duoduo, without Mom in Beijing, what would I do all alone there?"

In the dim shadows, Xiao Jingye's lips slowly curved upwards, the moonlight shining brightly on his handsome profile.

He excitedly embraced Qingyan, wishing he could meld her into his body:

"Wife, don't leave me. I will make a lot of money and give you a good life, a life even more comfortable than in Beijing."

Qingyan raised her hand and patted his back, gently comforting him, "I believe in you."

The two hugged and their lips met again.

While kissing her, Xiao Jingye rubbed her snowy buttocks, taking full advantage of her before reluctantly letting go and turning to walk towards Zhijie's house.

Qingyan wiped her lips with the back of her hand, patted her burning face, and turned to step into the courtyard.

Just as I stepped across the threshold, I was caught off guard and bumped into a pitch-black gaze.

He Yannian stood in the middle of the courtyard, a cigarette between his fingers, just a few steps from the gate. Qingyan didn't know how long he had been standing there.

She blushed, like a child caught doing something shameful by an elder, her cheeks burning bright red.

She walked forward hastily, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing her earlobe, her expression unusually unnatural.

"Brother, when did you start smoking?"

He Yannian remained silent for a long time, the cigarette butt between his fingers flickering, his deep gaze slowly moving down to examine her closely.

The kiss moved from her small, fair face to her slightly disheveled clothes, finally settling on her lips, which were now exceptionally moist and red from the kiss.

After a long pause, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he abruptly looked away, flicking the ash from his cigarette between his fingers and giving a cool smile: "I just learned it."

His sister doesn't like the smell of smoke, so he had never smoked before; he only started a few months ago.

Qingyan reached out and snatched the half-smoked cigarette from his fingers, casually tossing it into a small, rain-soaked puddle in the corner, and scolded him in a low voice:

"You were so badly injured before, the doctor specifically told you not to smoke or drink, and you've already forgotten all that in such a short time?"

She muttered under her breath, "Whenever my aunt has time, she should quickly find a sister-in-law to keep an eye on you."

He Yannian slightly raised his lips: "This little brat has quite a lot to worry about."

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As night deepened, a wisp of evening breeze leaked through the window cracks, carrying a refreshing coolness.

This is the most comfortable time to sleep, neither too hot nor too cold. In the outer room, the aunt and niece lay side by side on the kang (heated brick bed), their hearts pounding with excitement, unable to feel sleepy at all.

Qiao Ni turned to the side and asked in a low voice, "Qingyan, is your mother-in-law good to you?"

"It's great, sister-in-law," Qingyan replied softly. "My mother-in-law is reasonable and considerate, completely different from those difficult mothers-in-law in other families."

Do you and Jinye usually argue?

"No, it's not very noisy."

Even if they occasionally bicker, he admits his mistakes quickly, taking her hand and slapping it against his own face, leaving Qingyan unable to vent her anger.

Does he drink and smoke heavily?

Qingyan gently shook her head: "He has very good lifestyle habits. He only drinks a little alcohol when he's socializing. He used to smoke, but I told him I couldn't stand the smell of smoke, so he simply quit completely."

"That's good." Joni breathed a sigh of relief, then paused and asked again, "Did he hit you?"

Hit her?

Qingyan thought back carefully and realized that she was the one who hit him more often. She either kicked him, punched him, pinched him, or twisted him.

As for him hitting her...

Suddenly remembering something, Qingyan's ears burned.

They never fought under the bed, but they often did it on the bed.

It's a little embarrassing to admit, but she actually quite liked it.

Qingyan buried most of her face in the blankets, her voice barely audible: "No."

"That's good."

Joni felt much relieved and then asked, "So when are you two planning to have children?"

Qingyan hesitated and said, "Aunt, I haven't thought about this carefully yet. If it's available... then I'll take it."

"Silly girl." Joni extended her index finger and gently tapped her forehead. "Your mother passed away early, and no one told you these things in detail."

"If you don't plan to have children for the time being, you have to make sure he takes precautions..." Joni whispered the last part in her ear.

After hearing this, Qingyan's entire neck turned bright red.

"Auntie, where can I buy that thing you mentioned?"

"You can get it for free at the health center; you don't need to spend any money."

"So that's how it is." Qingyan's cheeks were burning hot.

"Look at you, you really don't understand anything, silly girl." Joni chuckled softly.

The aunt and niece lay on the kang (a heated brick bed) and chatted quietly for a long time, occasionally letting out soft laughter, as intimate as two sisters who could talk about anything.

In the inner room, separated by a wall, He Yannian lay on his side with his arm as a pillow, wide awake.

Even though he spoke in a very low voice, most of what he said still reached his ears clearly.

Listening to the details of her interactions with Xiao Jingye, every word felt like a knife cutting into his flesh.

Finally, Qiao Ni said to Qing Yan, "You two are going to have children sooner or later anyway, so why not have them sooner rather than later?"

"You're young and healthy now, so you'll recover faster after childbirth. Besides, your mother-in-law is still quite robust, so the two of you won't be under too much pressure. After the baby is born, your sister-in-law can help you take care of the child. During winter and summer vacations, you can send the baby to my place, and I'll send her back to you when school starts."

"If it were a few years later, I would be too old to help you take care of her. By then, your mother-in-law's health would be declining, and you would have to take care of the elderly, look after the young, and also have a mentally challenged sister-in-law. The pressure would be immense."

Qingyan didn't really want to have a child too early. Right now, she and Xiao Jingye were in the throes of a passionate relationship, and she really didn't want a child to disrupt their sweet days.

But after thinking about what her aunt said carefully, she realized that it made sense.

"I understand, Aunt, I will think about it carefully," Qingyan replied.

Her mother passed away early, and from childhood to adulthood, whether it was her studies, her life, or many private matters concerning girls, from the panic of experiencing her first period to the vague affection she had for the boys in her class during puberty, she went through it all under the patient guidance and teaching of Joni.

For Qingyan, her aunt is like her mother.