Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 30: The Aloof Commander Gets Flustered and Saws the Wood Crooked!

Chapter 30: Chapter 30: The Aloof Commander Gets Flustered and Saws the Wood Crooked!

The door closed with a creaky sound, shutting off the view of the entire courtyard.

Outside, Gu Yanshen, like an enraged bull, vented all his pent-up heat and embarrassment on the pile of supplies. Without saying a word, his actions carried an almost brutal efficiency, moving each heavy pine board with a series of clangs and stacking them neatly under the eaves. His military shirt was already soaked through with sweat, clinging tightly to the muscles of his back.

When he finally finished moving everything and ambled into the house, the heat still lingered.

Inside the house, it was very quiet. Lin Wan Yi was sitting at the only square table, resting her chin on one hand, holding a charred stick of charcoal in the other, sketching on a yellowed piece of paper. The dim light outlined her slender profile, a peaceful image, as if the tempestuous seductress in the courtyard was not her at all.

Hearing the noise, she looked up, her watery eyes sparkling under the lamp.

"Done with work? Come over and take a look."

She pushed the paper in her hand over to him.

Gu Yanshen walked over, his gaze falling on the paper. It was a simple structural sketch of a bed, with simple lines but all key load-bearing structures and mortise and tenon joints clearly marked, alongside some measurements only he could understand.

As someone who dealt with construction for many years, he instantly recognized the design’s ingenuity and stability.

"This old bed creaks with any movement," Lin Wan Yi’s finger lightly tapped on the drawing, her voice soft and alluring, with a barely noticeable hint of suggestion, "we need a sturdier one. This way... no matter how we move, it won’t make a sound, don’t you think?"

Gu Yanshen’s body, which had just cooled a bit, suddenly surged with heat. He clenched his fist, avoiding her enticing eyes, forcing himself to focus on the technical details of the drawing. His voice was tightly restrained: "...Hmm, this structure is very sound."

"Then let’s get started." Lin Wan Yi stood up, her face eager and lively.

In the courtyard, the two got ready for work.

Gu Yanshen measured the dimensions, marked the ink lines, and picked up the brand-new saw, speaking to Lin Wan Yi in a deep voice: "I’ll do it, you stand back."

"No way, I want to learn too." Lin Wan Yi rolled up her sleeves, revealing a section of her white wrist, "If you’re not home in the future, I won’t know how to fix anything. How could that be?"

Her reasoning was so dignified that Gu Yanshen couldn’t argue, so he handed the saw to her, holding the other end of the board himself.

But Lin Wan Yi was not made for labor. She had little strength, and her body was soft. After pulling the saw a couple of times, it went off course, and her hand holding the board wobbled.

Gu Yanshen couldn’t bear to watch anymore. He put down the task in his hand and strode behind her, his voice filled with suppressed helplessness: "Stand still, don’t move."

Before his words fell, his tall frame had already pressed close.

He moved behind her, his tall body completely enveloping her petite figure. He reached out, one hand steadily holding the wobbling board, while the other large hand covered her small one on the saw handle, enveloping her entirely in his embrace with undeniable force.

The posture was full of absolute control and possession.

Lin Wan Yi was almost leaning against his firm chest, his chin resting on the top of her head. Each breath carried scorching heat wafting over her hair, mixed with his unique, faint scent of sweat and sunlight.

Gu Yanshen’s body was as tense as a red-hot iron plate. He tried to ignore the soft sensation in his embrace, focusing his mind as he began guiding her hand to move the saw.

"Swish... swish..."

The saw made a rhythmic friction sound on the board. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Just then, the person in his embrace suddenly moved restlessly.

A light, soft voice as teasing as a feather, carried a hint of aggrieved complaint, echoed against his chest:

"Your chest is too hard, it’s making my back hurt a bit."

The sawing sound stopped abruptly.

Gu Yanshen’s entire body tensed to the extreme, the veins slightly bulging under the firm contours of his arms. He was well aware that her complaint had nothing to do with "pain" but everything to do with the word "hard"!

From the root of his neck to his temples, his resolute and handsome face was quickly covered by a layer of deep red at a speed visible to the naked eye. Clenching his back teeth, he squeezed out two words through clenched teeth: "Stop, fooling around!"

The saw in his hand was almost being crushed out of shape.

The man’s tall frame encircled the petite woman from behind, his hands holding the tool, the posture as intimate as if dancing a sticky, slow dance.

Li’s eyes widened instantly, and the bowl in her hand shook a little.

Lin Wan Yi seemed to have eyes in the back of her head, turning back just in time to see Li’s stunned expression. Not only was she not shy in the slightest, but she also beamed a smile brighter than the sun at Li.

"Li! My husband is teaching me how to work."

After saying this, she turned back, burying her face in Gu Yanshen’s chest, her voice suddenly rising with a playful entanglement, ensuring Li in the courtyard could hear clearly:

"Honey! Use more force! Look, the wood is about to break, pull it faster!"

"Honey"... "More force"... "Pull faster"...

These words boomed like thunderclaps in Gu Yanshen’s ears!

The last thread of reason in his mind snapped with an audible "snap."

His hand trembled, the sharp saw suddenly veered!

"Crunch—"

A crisp sound, the plank didn’t break, but the saw cut out an unsightly scar.

Li watched from the corner with her heart leaping, the wild vegetable porridge in her hand no longer appetizing.

Goodness gracious! Is this still the same King Yan who could freeze someone to death? Being teased into a fluster by a few words from his little wife, unable to work properly! And then looking at their fiery, sweet life compared to the bland porridge in her bowl...

She let out a long sigh, feeling only the sour taste of lemons fill her mouth, shook her head, turned around, and left, unable to watch anymore.

Gu Yanshen seemed scorched, abruptly releasing Lin Wan Yi, retreating two big steps. He extended a slightly trembling finger, pointing to a vacant spot nearby, his voice hoarse beyond recognition: "You! Stand over there! Just direct!"

After saying this, he didn’t look at Lin Wan Yi again, his face dark, snatched the saw back, and buried himself in work. The saw flew up and down in his hands, wood chips splattering everywhere, his efficiency intimidatingly high.

But the flushed ears, almost blood-red, completely betrayed his inner turmoil.

...

At night, the framework of the new bed was already beginning to take shape.

Lin Wan Yi walked over with an oil lamp, under its light, she saw that Gu Yanshen’s bony hand, covered in calluses, had several cuts from wood splinters and a small piece of wood embedded in his index finger’s pad.

She didn’t speak, turned into the house, and brought out the box of jasmine-scented snow cream he had just brought back today.

She walked to him and, without a word, pulled over the hand he tried to withdraw.

"Don’t move."

Her voice was light yet carried a firm command that could not be refused.

She gently used a needle to carefully remove the wood splinter, then scooped a bit of the snow-white cream with her fingertip, gently applying it to his small wounds, her movements soft, the smoothness of her fingertips contrasting sharply with the roughness of his palm.

The scent of jasmine quickly spread.

Gu Yanshen remained stiff, letting her handle his hand, barely breathing.

"This is complimentary," Lin Wan Yi finished applying the cream, looked up, her eyes in the flickering light bright like they were filled with stars.

She leaned in a bit, her warm breath brushing over the back of his hand.