CHAPTER 839: CHAPTER 837: ONLY AFTER THOROUGHLY ENJOYING CAN IT BE CONSIDERED PROPER

Inside the bridal chamber, Jiang Yifan naturally wasn’t worried about being disturbed during the wedding night. Long before the wedding, Guan He had assured him with full confidence, promising him that with his brother there, his wedding would be perfect and his wishes fulfilled.

Jiang Yifan was very confident in Guan He’s assurance. He was almost thirty; was it easy to get married? Without him saying anything, his brother would do his utmost to keep idle people far away.

Anything his brother puts his full effort into will surely succeed.

It’s no wonder Jiang Yifan was being so cautious; his last marriage was already eight years ago. At that time, he thought getting married was merely a necessary spectacle in life, one he had to experience, nothing more.

He remembered that he wasn’t nervous on his wedding day, instead harboring a slight resentment in his heart.

He was young then, wholeheartedly focused on helping Jinrong rise to power, putting all his efforts into serving the ruler and the people. He never considered what kind of wife he should marry. So his resentment at that time wasn’t directed at the eldest daughter of the Duke’s Mansion, but at the unavoidable and depressing situation of having to marry.

What followed was like a nightmare. Back then, it was essentially his first time dealing with women other than maids. In his view, many of his wife’s actions were unforgivable, but she was his first wife, a woman. He had only one feeling then: helplessness, and not knowing how to deal with that woman.

Even after their divorce and leaving the capital, he never thought about whether he would marry again. Until he discovered that a woman with a face just like his ex-wife’s was actually a completely different person, someone who could truly captivate him, dazzling and even seeming out of reach.

Now, things were better. The woman he once thought beyond his reach was now right in front of him, and she was his.

He thought about how Hong Wu and several others were grinding their teeth while drinking with him, and he couldn’t help but feel proud. This was his Ah Yan, even if they were noble princes, if Ah Yan didn’t like them, it was all in vain.

He studied his wife’s face, feeling a twinge in his heart. At home, his wife was so gentle and elegant; she was the woman he was going to hold hands with for a lifetime, his wife.

He and she would be the closest people in this world.

Before leaving, Song Ping’s household had already made the bed on the kang, and the two were served by two maids, sitting on the kang, facing each other, awkwardly staring.

Ye Xinyan had already glanced at Jiang Yifan several times; this guy, abandoning his usual calmness and sly cunning, now appeared silly and foolish. What was he pondering?

Seeing Jiang Yifan dazed, she became more composed, scrutinizing him seriously. Since she returned from the South Zhejiang Prefecture construction site, they’d been seeing each other frequently, and this was the longest they’d been apart in three days.

Jiang Yifan looked silly at the moment, but somehow he exuded a faint glow of pride.

She found his silliness amusing, when suddenly Jiang Yifan looked at her with a focused gaze, his eyes seemingly flickering with some inexplicable meaning.

She understood that look.

Ye Xinyan’s heart skipped a beat. Was he really going to act?

Jiang Yifan’s face showed a suspicious flush as he leaned close to Ye Xinyan’s ear and said, "Ah Yan, we should rest."

Indeed, Ye Xinyan’s heart tightened even more.

It wasn’t that she was unworthy. As a modern person, she hadn’t eaten pork but had seen pigs running, right?

But now was not like modern times, she and Jiang Yifan hadn’t even held hands much, how could they jump right into that unspeakable thing?

Jiang Yifan steadied his mind, showing a somewhat calm demeanor. He asked, "Ah Yan, are you very nervous?" Without waiting for Ye Xinyan to answer, he, himself first felt unsure of where to place his hands and feet.

Darn it. Jiang Yifan braced himself and spoke the truth, "...I’m also very nervous."

He had both eaten pork and seen pigs running. But back then, he wasn’t facing a beloved, nervous woman.

They stared at each other blankly for a moment before Ye Xinyan suddenly laughed. Jiang Yifan, provoked by her laughter, felt a strong sense of pride.

This was his wife; he was the man, if he hesitated and delayed, how would things proceed properly?

Jiang Yifan’s face fell, displeased, "Why are you laughing? What’s so funny?" He lunged forward, pressing Ye Xinyan, and they rolled onto the kang.

Wasn’t this a bit too fierce!

"Um... the candles," Ye Xinyan exclaimed, struggling.

Jiang Yifan rejoiced at her words, convinced Ah Yan must like it. His heart surged with excitement, and he swept the two candles at the bedside with his sleeve to extinguish them.

The room plunged into darkness.

Ah Yan’s nanny was really thoughtful; see, the two candles she left were placed within easy reach, very convenient for action.

Oh, Ye Xinyan sweated on her forehead. She thought he should have released her and gotten up to blow out the candles!

In the darkness, "Ah Yan, let me help you." With the darkness as cover, Jiang Yifan felt exceptionally anxious.

"No, you go away, I’ll do it myself. It’s all your fault for extinguishing the candles so quickly!"

"Yes, yes, it’s my impatience." Jiang Yifan’s breathing began to deepen, having his wife, whom he’d longed for, in his arms, how could he not be impatient?

"Shameless!"

"But we’re husband and wife..." With all this talk about shamelessness, how could things get done?

"..."

Song Ping’s household had been guarding outside the door, listening to the faint sound inside gradually change in tone. She felt at ease.

She glanced at Jiu Yue and the others, trembling in the cold at the wing room’s door, and waved, indicating that all was well, and they could go rest.

...

The next day, per his usual habit of waking early, Jiang Yifan opened his eyes early.

The room was still pitch-black, with only a slight dim light coming from the window, merely reflecting the starlight of dawn. In this winter, it would take at least another Shichen Chinese Time before it was fully light.

He felt the smooth skin beside him, his heart stirring again. It turned out that a couple deeply connected could have such a wonderful feeling.

It was his Ah Yan who made him realize that there is someone in this world who can elicit such extraordinary feelings, as if owning each other simultaneously meant they were imminently about to ascend together.

Listening to Ye Xinyan’s still calm and steady breathing, Jiang Yifan discreetly moved his body aside before lifting the quilt to get up and dress.

Ah Yan was indeed a lovely woman; last night, she was so playful and straightforward. After they finished, in her haze, she murmured into his ear, saying that the first time they were together, waking up unkempt the next day would break their beautiful impression of each other.

Then she forcefully instructed him that when she got up the next day, he must not open his eyes and pretend to be still asleep. Only after she had washed up and dressed properly could he get up and open his eyes to see her.

Jiang Yifan dressed quietly, finding it amusing. Ah Yan was always so unreasonable, wanting to rise first to wash up and dress, maintaining her beautiful image.

But as a husband, wasn’t he entitled to a beautiful image too? This little woman’s thoughts were really interesting.