CHAPTER 238: CHAPTER 120: AWKWARDNESS

Shi Fengju was initially puzzled, but seeing his wife’s bashful and shy demeanor, he understood. Excitement and amusement subconsciously surged in him. He crooked his lips slightly, deliberately avoiding the subject, curious to see what she would do.

"It’s getting late, let’s rest early! We have things to do tomorrow!" Shi Fengju casually spoke as usual.

"But—" Sang Wan furrowed her brows, "there’s only one quilt here, how are we supposed to sleep..."

"It’s fine, we can make do!" When else to feign ignorance and pretend to be foolish if not now?

"You!" Sang Wan’s eyes reddened as she turned her back to him.

What does he mean by this? According to the contract, next year he was supposed to divorce her, send her away from the Shi Mansion, and fly side by side with his beloved childhood sweetheart, his cousin. And yet here he was, speaking such shameless words? What does he take her, Sang Wan, for?

Shi Fengju was also anxious; he quickly stepped forward, grabbing her arm and saying, "Miss Wan, I didn’t mean anything else! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t be angry!"

Shi Fengju’s eyes dimmed. He thought to himself that it seemed she was determined to keep her distance, determined to leave him! He had tested the waters many times, but her attitude never changed! Oh Miss Wan, how do I feel about you—can’t you sense it at all? I want to stay by your side, to live in harmony, only if you...!

Sang Wan picked up her handkerchief to wipe away tears, twisting her body to break free from his hold.

"Miss Wan, sorry, please don’t be angry! It was just a joke!" Shi Fengju forced a bitter smile, continuously apologizing. His hand hung by his side, clenched tightly—Miss Wan, oh Miss Wan, unless I let you go, you won’t leave; even if you were a stone, I would have to warm you up!

Just a joke! A trace of dissatisfaction also surfaced in Sang Wan’s heart; so it was all just a joke! She chastised herself for being moved for a moment. It turned out she was being overly sensitive.

"Where are you going?" Shi Fengju was startled to see her getting up to leave, and hurriedly grabbed her again.

"I’m going to ask sister-in-law for a quilt!" Sang Wan said resentfully and forcefully shook off his hand, storming off in a huff.

Shi Fengju was taken aback and then began to smile slightly. So she was angry, it seemed. Was there perhaps—jealousy in her expression? Uh, was he overthinking it? Shi Fengju touched his nose. But no matter what, seeing her angry somehow made him feel an inexplicable sense of relief.

When Sang Wan came back in with a quilt, Shi Fengju had already returned to his usual demeanor, cheerfully stepping forward to receive it, saying, "Miss Wan, the floor is cold, I—"

Sang Wan remained silent, climbed onto the bed fully clothed, shuffled to the side, and said, "The countryside nights can be quite chilly; be careful not to catch a cold. You—you sleep here!"

In the Shi Mansion, the ground was covered with thick carpet, and there was no mattress to be laid out; Sang Wan dared not let him sleep on the ground, lest he catch a cold and any slave starts talking to Mrs. Wang about it, Mrs. Wang would surely get upset. Not to mention those far concerns, even her own brother and sister-in-law would blame her for not taking good care of him. Besides, she was not that malicious, watching him get cold and sick with open eyes...

"Alright!" Shi Fengju chuckled, holding the quilt and placing it on the bed, took off his shoes, climbed in, and casually let down the netting, lay down comfortably, and heaved a sigh of pleasure.

After all, it’s much more comfortable sleeping in a bed, and it had been a long time since he had slept in one!

He originally intended to voice this genuine sentiment, but fearing that it might embarrass Sang Wan, he just sighed instead.

Sang Wan wasn’t foolish; she naturally understood the implication behind his sigh and hurriedly closed her eyes, turning her head inward. She felt somewhat guilty; even though on their wedding night, he generously offered to sleep on the floor, she hadn’t expected him to persist for so long. She thought he would find an excuse to sleep in the study after a few days.

That night, Shi Fengju slept a very sweet and peaceful sleep. Although he didn’t dare to take a step over the line, not to touch her, embrace her, much less kiss her, she was sleeping beside him in the same bed. A turn of his head allowed him to see her, and even her faint scent was in his breaths, making his mood exceptionally pleasant. He never knew he could be such an easily satisfied man—just quietly lying beside her made him feel immensely happy, his heart filled to the brim.

Contrary to him, Sang Wan didn’t sleep well all night. It was not because she was worried Shi Fengju would do anything—she still trusted his character. It was the unwarranted presence of a man beside her, neither advancing nor retreating, that perplexed her, not daring to even move an inch, trying to breathe as quietly and gently as possible. In the dark night, listening to his even breathing and seemingly feeling his warm breath on her cheeks and neck, Sang Wan grew increasingly agitated and only managed to fall into a half-conscious sleep after a while.