Transmigrated as the Treacherous Official's Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 359 - 358: A Lifelong Promise

Lu He’s eyes welled up with a few tears. She nodded, agreeing, her heart was quite complicated at the same time: "If you marry me, you must not take concubines, and you cannot go to brothels."

Zhao Jun’s face couldn’t hide his excitement, he stepped forward to embrace the beauty: "I won’t go, I won’t go. Even if you tie me up, I won’t go."

The person in his embrace was graceful and enchanting, with a scent as delicate as orchids, making it hard for him to let go.

Lu He was being held so tightly that she couldn’t breathe. Her tiny hands patted the man’s arm to signal him to relax a bit.

He loosened his hold slightly and sighed. "Whew," it was much better.

However~

Lu He’s nape was held by a broad hand, and the man covered her soft lips, beginning a passionate kiss.

He kissed for quite a while before releasing her.

...

When the two returned to the main hall, the Chief of Staff couple and a group of gossiping onlookers had eyes shining with curiosity, and their probing intentions were quite clear.

Zhao Jun clasped his hands in greeting and expressed to the Ye Family his intent to marry Lu He.

Ye Family’s eyes glanced at Lu He’s plump, red lips, already understanding everything. She had cared for Lu He like a dry niece; matters of marriage were something she had the right to speak about. She approved on the spot and promised to pick an auspicious date another day to prepare the wedding for the two.

Zhao Jun was now the Chief Steward, managing the vast businesses of the Ye Family. With his divine assistance, they were quietly moving towards becoming the richest in the Capital City, a rare talent indeed.

The Ye Family thought privately, if Lu He didn’t like staying at the Ye Mansion, such a capable man, the Ye Family would probably not be able to keep him.

Thus, the matter was settled~

Ye Zhi, Huanhuan, and others immediately took Lu He to the side hall, chattering about the wedding.

The young girls discussed which shop to order the wedding dress from, how many tables to set for the banquet, etc.

Don’t be fooled by Ye Zhi and Huanhuan’s young age; they were both lavish spenders, second-generation rich kids who knew the clothes shops in the Capital City like the back of their hands.

Marriage for a woman is a major event. A proper marriage requires a matchmaker and calls for a phoenix crown and red wedding robes.

If the family has any means, the daughter’s marriage must not be dealt with hastily.

Lu He’s status in Ye Family’s heart was high, and the young girls liked her too, so everything had to be well-prepared.

That night.

Chaixi Garden.

At a quarter past nine o’clock, a silhouette swiftly passed through the dark night and entered the garden.

Lu He had just fallen asleep, and in a daze, she felt someone kissing her. She instinctively turned her face away, her soft hands pushing the lips covering her face.

No, how could someone enter her room?

Her awareness quickly returned, ready to resist using hands and feet when a deep, mellow voice came to her ear: "Lu He, it’s me. Don’t scream."

In the darkness, the woman stopped struggling; it was the Eldest Young Master.

The man removed his shoes and socks and outer garments, climbing onto the young lady’s rosewood water-drop carved canopy bed, the frame making a gentle "creak" sound.

After Zhao Jun climbed onto the carved canopy bed, he didn’t stop his invasive actions but intensified them.

A broad hand slipped inside the inner garment, caressing the woman’s fair and tender skin...

Indeed, the beauty had no room for resistance~

Lu He’s cheeks showed amorous expressions.

Zhao Jun undressed completely, his voice hoarse from restraint, speaking in a low tone: "Lu He, I miss you. Can we do it? I promise to treat you well for a lifetime. Although I can’t give you wealth and nobility, I am willing to avoid taking concubines, to never visit brothels, and after marrying you, you can make all the decisions in the household."

At this moment, he was pressing down on the beauty.

In such matters, the man takes the lead; asking a woman, how could she possibly respond?

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