Chapter 182 -182: Lucky Star Farmland Keeps Calm, Heirless Husband Busy Chasing Wife 42

Her movements were somewhat exaggerated, causing Fu Huaichu, who was beside her, to slowly open his eyes.

In the next second, their gazes met.

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Su Zhiruan was sitting; her restlessness during sleep had caused her loose brocade robe to scatter, just revealing the roundness of her shoulders. Fu Huaichu, lying flat on the bed, first saw Su Zhiruan’s puzzled frown. He shifted his gaze away, but couldn’t help being drawn back to her shoulders.

“Fu Huaichu,” she adjusted her clothes, her tone light, yet the embarrassment within was unmistakable. Then, Su Zhiruan turned away, refusing to look at him again.

After turning her head, Su Zhiruan couldn’t see the movements of Fu Huaichu behind her, but after a while, she heard the man chuckle softly, followed by the sound of the blanket being lifted. Fu Huaichu moved close to her ear, his light laughter teasing her, “Ruanruan, if we count from three years ago, you and I are practically an old married couple. Why are you suddenly shy now?”

As he spoke the last half of his sentence, he deliberately softened his voice a lot, his hot breath falling on her neck as if it could completely consume her. Fu Huaichu seductively enticed her, his voice trailing off enticingly as he spoke. Seeing her stiffen, he leaned against the wall like a triumphant, cunning fox, casually holding the blanket.

Su Zhiruan knew she was at fault. Last night, after he confessed again, whether it was the influence of alcohol, or perhaps the intense emotions in this man’s eyes, which were as intoxicating as a strong drink, she unwittingly drank to the last drop.

She never allowed herself to be in a dangerous situation; in countless past engagements, she always left cleanly, never getting herself blackout drunk.

But as of last night, perhaps because only Fu Huaichu was by her side and she subconsciously trusted him, she drank more and completely let herself go.

“Fu Huaichu,” Su Zhiruan turned to face him, her legs crossed, raising an eyebrow, “you now look like the kidnapped maiden in those tales of bandits and villagers. Ah, who would have thought that even the mighty Crown Prince could possess such — enticing beauty.”

She spoke the truth, particularly with Fu Huaichu’s little actions; he was holding the blanket, his collar loose, his ink-black hair cascading down, lips red and teeth white.

Yet even so, his appearance and demeanor still displayed the air of one who had long held power, his supreme beauty and sharp aura mixed with an indolent and invasive feeling. He was born with the distinguished fate of noble lineage, Su Zhiruan inwardly remarked, truly worthy to be the son of the realm of Small World.

“Oh? Ruanruan, are you saying I look like a helpless village maiden?” Fu Huaichu smiled at her, “Then what about you? The villainous bandit?”

“No, I’m just an ordinary woman watching the drama from the roadside,” Su Zhiruan’s eyes sparkled, seeing Fu Huaichu’s hand on the blanket, she added, “Perhaps after the Crown Prince gets kidnapped, he hides under the blanket like this.”

Fu Huaichu laughed at her absurd thought. He saw Su Zhiruan’s eyes twinkling, looking like she wanted to say more, and his gaze darkened.

Suddenly—

Su Zhiruan only saw the blanket suddenly being flung open, engulfing her like a giant mouth.

Everything happened so fast, when she fell onto the bed, she had already been completely enveloped by Fu Huaichu with the blanket.

When she finally managed to poke her head out, the first thing she saw was Fu Huaichu right above her.

“What are you doing, Crown Prince?” Su Zhiruan moved her limbs, finding she couldn’t budge, so she decided to stop struggling and looked at Fu Huaichu, “You surely can’t be acting out my little tale, wanting to kidnap a village maiden yourself?”

“Since you mentioned a villain intending to kidnap a maiden, and you watched as I was taken,” Fu Huaichu slowly repeated her words from earlier, his fingertips twining around Su Zhiruan’s long hair, coiling it round and round in his hand, then leisurely said, “this is the price of standing by idly, Ruanruan, make sure you remember.”

“Besides, you are right beside me, why would I need to kidnap?” Fu Huaichu spoke with confidence.

Su Zhiruan, always defiant, her eyes whirling, decided to retort, so she purposely said, “That’s not necessarily true, Your Highness knows that the Third Prince also wants to make me his Princess Consort, and he’s even willing to raise Zhezhi and Zheye together.”

She spoke quickly, but Fu Huaichu was extremely jealous, completely unable to tolerate anyone else vying for her, especially when it was the Third Prince Fu Huaizhong. He had been troubled by this for half a month already.

Now that Su Zhiruan suddenly brought it up, he naturally couldn’t bear it.

The next second, she felt her sash being slowly untied.

At this point, Su Zhiruan finally became somewhat panicked.

She hurriedly looked towards the window, “It’s almost dawn, Fu Huaichu.”

“So what?” he continued his movements.

“As the Crown Prince, don’t you have to attend court? It’s almost light.”

“Today is a day of rest,” Fu Huaichu’s mind was no longer on the conversation, his hand moved over, the soft sensation sent a shock through his nerves.

Su Zhiruan felt helpless, “It’s not appropriate so early in the morning. What if the Emperor thinks you are too indulgent in pleasures of the flesh?”

“Ruanruan, at this point, no more excuses are useful,” Fu Huaichu smiled, his voice husky as he spoke to her, “As for our father the Emperor and mother the Empress, those two elderly folks can’t wait for me to take you back as Crown Princess Consort, so our children can also be close.”

“We didn’t do anything yesterday, so why not, today?”

Fu Huaichu seemed to bite onto something, and Su Zhiruan could no longer persuade him with words to give up.

…

In the end, for some reason, the bed curtain slowly fell.

Until the morning light shone faintly, and daylight broke through.

Last night, indeed nothing happened, and Fu Huaichu hadn’t planned on this time either.

But plans can never keep up with changes; sometimes things just naturally fall into place effortlessly.

This time, when Su Zhiruan opened her eyes again, it was already daytime.

Fu Huaichu wasn’t beside her this time; she was alone in the bedroom.

Su Zhiruan dressed and walked out through the side door.

The design here must have included Fu Huaichu’s ingenious contributions; opening the door, she was greeted by the steamy mists of a hot spring.

She walked over barefoot, the ground very clean, just a bit wet, and Su Zhiruan looked around without finding Fu Huaichu here.

At that moment, a voice suddenly came from behind her, “Go soak yourself, I will apply some ointment for you.”

Fu Huaichu took three steps in two to get in front of her before shaking the ointment in his hands.

She had not been with other men these few years, always busy to the point of no rest, and then there were two children. Su Zhiruan remembered the last time such absurdity happened, probably when she conceived Zheye and Zhezhi with Fu Huaichu.

Fu Huaichu, after being with her three years ago, hadn’t been with any woman in the meantime. Today with Su Zhiruan was also, after a long separation, their first time, so he was a bit excited, which was why she needed a bit of ointment now.