The Daily Life Of Mei Furen Doting On Her Husband - Chapter 57

“This way of drinking tea came from the south. Nowadays, temples in and outside Chang’an all like this way of drinking. When my nephew from the Pei family came here, he also taught me how to make tea. You can try it.” Duke Yu smiled, looking like a kind father. Wu Zhen leaned against the door and watched for a while, then knocked on the wooden shelf next to her. When the two looked over, she said, “That tea is not good. It has no taste at all.”

When Duke Yu saw her rude appearance, he subconsciously frowned. When he looked at his well-behaved son-in-law, he felt that his daughter was unruly and wanted to teach her a lesson. But before he could finish his words, he heard his son-in-law say, “Don’t get up so late next time. It’s not good for your health if you miss the meal and don’t eat.”

Duke Yu’s heart skipped a beat. His daughter knew her own situation. She hated to hear these things. Even if her father said a few more words, she would be annoyed. Duke Yu had never heard how they got along. When he heard his son-in-law controlling his daughter, he was worried that his daughter would lose her temper. On the first day of the wedding, it would be terrible if they really quarreled.

He cleared his throat and wanted to say something, but Wu Zhen had already answered. She said ,”Okay,” not looking annoyed or happy, but just walked over with a normal expression and asked, “What did you eat this morning?”

Mei Zhuyu answered and asked her if she wanted to eat something to fill her stomach. Wu Zhen nodded, and he stood up and walked out, as if he was going to get her the breakfast that he had prepared but was more than an hour late.

After Mei Zhuyu left, Wu Zhen sat in her seat. She picked up the half-drunk tea and commented, “It really doesn’t taste good.” Then she drank it all in one gulp.

Duke Yu looked at his daughter, then at the empty doorway, a little confused. But he was relieved and thought that it seemed there was no need to worry too much, so he should go back to the temple as soon as possible.

Mei Zhuyu had a few days of wedding leave and did not have to go to the Ministry of Justice. He slept in Duke Yu’s Mansion for the first two days, but after two days, he returned to his house on Changle Street. He and Duke Yu and others thought that Wu Zhen would continue to live in Duke Yu’s Mansion. After all, many married ladies in Chang’an liked to stay in their own parents’ homes rather than their husbands’ homes. That was the trend. Wu Zhen had such a personality, so it was unlikely that she would follow Mei Zhuyu back to live in his house.

Mei Zhuyu’s life could be described as simple. He didn’t like music, singing, and dancing, but Wu Zhen was the opposite, so even though they were married, if they really lived together for a long time, Wu Zhen wouldn’t be happy. Mei Zhuyu’s heart was as clear as a mirror, and he didn’t force it.

But as soon as Mei Zhuyu returned, his house became lively because Wu Zhen had people move a lot of things over, including some of her own clothes, jewelry, and some of her favorite decorative items.

Mei Zhuyu was a little surprised but also very happy. Even though Wu Zhen said that she would only live there occasionally, he specially asked someone to tidy up the already clean and tidy house again so that Wu Zhen could move her things in. He also specially made new cabinets and other furniture and moved them back for Wu Zhen to use.

That house had a new owner and more things, and it no longer looked empty and deserted as before. Wu Zhen walked around the newly renovated room and remembered that she came here secretly before but was discovered by the young man and pulled out from under the bed… Thinking of it, she looked under Mei Zhuyu’s bed.

There was nothing underneath. The red round-necked robe she had left there must have been discovered. She wondered how the young man felt when he saw her clothes under the bed. Wu Zhen, shameless and without embarrassment, even rummaged through the cupboards in the house with interest to see if she could find her clothes.

But the clothes were not found. When Mei Zhuyu came into the room, he saw Wu Zhen looking for something and asked her, “What are you looking for?”

Wu Zhen turned around and answered him, “A red round-necked robe.”

She had more than one set of red round-necked robes, but if her lover really found the clothes she left under the bed, he would definitely understand what she was talking about.

Sure enough, Mei Zhuyu showed an uncomfortable look, his ears turned red, and he walked to the bedside without saying a word, opened the small cabinet next to it, and took out the neatly folded clothes. There was also a set of underwear and women’s clothes underneath… In short, he handed the clothes to Wu Zhen.

Wu Zhen didn’t take them and asked him, “Have you ever thought why there is such a set of clothes under your bed?”

Mei Zhuyu: “I don’t know, but I’ve seen you wear this.” 

Whenever he thought about it, he felt a little uneasy. He felt like he couldn’t sleep on the bed anymore, so he had to lock it away in the small cabinet.

Wu Zhen looked at him pretending to be calm with a red face and was suddenly a little speechless. That man, who was a few years younger than her, was usually thin-skinned and upright, and would be embarrassed when doing something intimate. How could he be so fierce on the bed at night? His strength was a little beyond her expectations. The fingerprints on her waist had not yet faded.

Of course, apart from that, she was very satisfied and really comfortable. When Huzhu told her about the matter between men and women before, she was dismissive and thought it was not fun. After experiencing it herself, she felt different. Her husband was silent and reckless at night, which was really different from the daytime.

Mei Zhuyu didn’t know what his newlywed wife was thinking. Seeing that she didn’t take the clothes from his hand, he could only open the cabinet and put the clothes away for her. Unexpectedly, as soon as he put the clothes away and closed the cabinet, he felt a tightening around his waist. Wu Zhen pulled his belt and pulled him towards the bed.

When Mei Zhuyu was pressed to sit on the bed, he was still a little dazed, “What’s wrong?”

With a slight sound, Wu Zhen untied his belt and let it fall to the ground. “Go to sleep,” Wu Zhen said with a smile, pulling his collar.

Mei Zhuyu was stunned and held her hand. “It’s daytime now, just past noon…”

Wu Zhen sat on him, put her arm around his neck, gently bit his red earlobe, and whispered, “But I want to sleep.” She wanted to try and see if the young man was still as fierce during the day as he was at night.

But Mei Zhuyu held her hand again and said, “Let’s wait until nighttime. Now…” Wu Zhen stopped talking and lightly broke free from his hand and reached towards somewhere.

“Isn’t this your own room? Why not? No one will see us,” Wu Zhen said as she moved. Suddenly, she cried out and fell onto the bed. Her husband, trembling all over, held her under him. His voice was hoarse. “Your waist is bruised. Does it hurt now?”

Wu Zhen chuckled, raised her head, and pecked him on the cheek. “I thought you were embarrassed.”

Mei Zhuyu was indeed embarrassed, but in his heart, his wishes were always insignificant compared to Wu Zhen’s thoughts. “You will be hurt.” The four words sounded like a river about to burst its banks, with a shaky feeling.