Chapter 10: Does That Make You Happy?

Sheng Kuang was a little caught off guard too.

The culprit behind Sheng Lian having no children had more or less been found.

He cleared his throat lightly.

Pu Rou's attention drifted back from next door.

The mountain moonlight was especially bright, slanting through the window lattice. With a bit of effort, one could make out the half-smile playing on Sheng Kuang's face.

His lips were full and beautifully shaped.

Pu Rou stared for a long moment, then leaned down to peck him, licking and sucking between his lips like a cat savoring a treat.

Sheng Kuang's hand came to rest on her satin-black hair, and he let out a sigh.

"Very good. Neither mouth is idle."

Under the moonlight, Pu Rou's dark hair cascaded like a waterfall, her neck a lovely line. But her stamina was only average, and she'd worked herself into a frustrating limbo.

She whispered, "Sheng Kuang, help me."

His gaze was dark, his low, mellow voice luring her in.

"Be good. You're doing very well."

"Giving up halfway isn't what good children do."

……

Rong Ling curled up at the edge of the bed, Sheng Lian already fast asleep beside her.

From the moment things had ended next door, faint sounds had been drifting over.

At first it was low murmurs between the sheets, then Pu Rou's kitten-like whimpers.

The sounds were muffled, but toward the end, one climbed atop another, as if beyond control.

Until they reached the peak. Rong Ling came back to herself and realized she'd been holding her breath the entire time.

She was shocked, because this was an experience she'd never had before.

All her reactions had been learned from the actresses in adult films.

So husband and wife really could fit together like this. She was so worked up her eyes went red.

A moment later, just when she thought it was over, the rhythmic sounds came again by her ear.

This time they were noticeably more aggressive.

The one taking the initiative was Sheng Kuang.

In the darkness, Rong Ling's mouth fell open in surprise.

Beside her, the snoring was already thunderous. She imagined herself as the one next door, and the heat throughout her body kept rising.

*

Pu Rou looked like a gorgeous water ghost freshly fished out of the water.

Sheng Kuang's voice was low and bewitching. "You alright?"

"Not really……"

He raised an eyebrow. "Who was it that said they wanted to fight till dawn?"

Her voice was terribly hoarse, her expression entirely unfocused. "Sheng Kuang, why……"

She buried half her face in the blanket. "We've only met twice."

"Why are we so in sync in bed, like we've been at it for twenty years?"

Sheng Kuang scooped her up from behind, locking her tightly against him with no gaps between them.

The large bed creaked under the strain.

He answered between low pants, "Maybe we were husband and wife in a past life."

She knew men's words in bed didn't count, but Pu Rou still couldn't help her heart burning at that answer.

She spouted nonsense too. "Hubby, I think you're amazing."

"Elaborate."

Pu Rou: "You're handsome, you're charming, your work ability beats Big Brother and Second Brother, you're considerate toward your wife and service-minded—the moment your wife says she's tired, you end the battle right away."

"Hubby, my whole body belongs to you…"

She whispered into his ear, "So could you……"

Her voice was so quiet only the two of them could hear.

Sheng Kuang's brows knitted tight. He thought Pu Rou was a genuine little temptress.

……

The next morning, they were woken by light, rhythmic knocking.

Pu Rou, still drowsy, burrowed into the man's arms under the blanket. "…Who's knocking, so noisy."

Sheng Kuang's eyes were probably still closed too. His morning voice was especially lazy and magnetic.

"Breakfast at the old residence is early. Six thirty."

He gathered her haphazardly into his arms. "If you can't get up, then don't."

Hearing that, Pu Rou struggled to prop herself up from the blanket. "I have to go. Otherwise won't everyone know we were up to no good last night?"

The man's fingers resting at her waist shifted slightly. "Pu Rou."

"You don't seem like someone who cares what others think."

Pu Rou had already thrown off the blanket and gotten out of bed. "I don't care. But what if the elders blame you for finding a wife with no manners?"

At that, Sheng Kuang rolled over onto his back and slowly opened his eyes.

"It's fine."

Pu Rou turned her head. "Huh?"

"They won't blame you, and they won't blame me."

"To them, I'm a dispensable person in this family."

"So it doesn't matter."

Hearing that, Pu Rou sat back down on the bed.

The man's hand rested at the edge of the bed, knuckles distinct, veins elegant.

She took his hand.

Pu Rou had felt something was off since last night. Sheng Yuanhong had told Sheng Lian to mentor more within the group, and Old Master Sheng had told Sheng Kuang to learn more from Sheng Chu.

Father and son each had their own favorites, forgetting that yesterday's main character was Sheng Kuang, bringing home his new wife for the first time.

Only then did Pu Rou suddenly understand. She now knew why, despite the Sheng family's lofty status, she'd been able to marry Sheng Kuang without obstruction.

No one in the family had likely ever planned his marriage for him.

So whoever he found, whatever their family background—as long as they were passable, that was enough. No one bothered to carefully screen.

Maybe Sheng Kuang himself was the same.

Pu Rou couldn't quite name what she felt—partly aching for this husband who'd left a decent impression on her, partly feeling their relationship was far from the point of fretting over each other.

She reached out and pulled down his underwear.

Sheng Kuang shot up from the bed, eyes full of alarm.

Pu Rou looked utterly innocent. "What? I just wanted to comfort you."

The man was incredulous. "Pu Rou, do you have no worries at all?"

Pu Rou swung her long legs over to straddle him, leaned down to press her face to his chest, and said softly, "Who says I don't? Seeing you in a bad mood makes me a little unhappy too."

Somewhere in his heart, a corner quietly caved in.

Sheng Kuang's palm landed at her waist, kneading gently, like petting a cat—very stress-relieving.

The slightly clogged feeling from earlier suddenly cleared.

He had a wife now, a home of his own.

No need to keep hoping and demanding the so-called love of family anymore.