Pampered By All In Different Planes-Chapter 149 - : The Lucky Star Farmer is Unperturbed, The Husband with No Heirs is Busy Chasing His Wife 9

Chapter 149: Chapter 149: The Lucky Star Farmer is Unperturbed, The Husband with No Heirs is Busy Chasing His Wife 9

“The wedding night hasn’t arrived yet…” Su Zhiruan whispered theatrically into his ear.

Fu Huaichu’s large hand seized her slender wrist, her pallor especially striking and thin against the red bridal gown. Half-leaning on her, his voice deepened, his eyes dark and profound, “Ruanruan, is now good?”

At this point.

It was only then that Su Zhiruan realized that the bridal gown had been restricting her movements all along.

With just two simple movements, Fu Huaichu lifted the hem of her skirt.

His slightly feverish hand climbed up her calf step by step.

…

Outside, the boisterous noises continued unabated; uncles and older men, drunk, began to sing and play finger-guessing games, basking in the long-missed excitement.

Meanwhile, the women quickly got their gossip out of the way and beamed, busying themselves with clearing the tables while calling their men to sober up and help out.

The wedding in Su Family village wasn’t all that complicated; having a meal together in the presence of everyone sufficed, and it was perfectly normal for the newlyweds to eagerly retire to their bridal chamber.

The newly married couple naturally couldn’t wait, and as people who had been through it themselves, they understood very well.

This moment, within Su Zhiruan’s room.

It was still daylight, and Su Zhiruan was somewhat worried that village elders might barge in on them unannounced, so she was constantly nervous.

The consequence of her nervousness was that Fu Huaichu felt like he was ascending to heaven.

Though he was the Crown Prince, he had always found women distracting, and with the demanding state affairs, he barely had any interest or time, so he paid little attention to both daughters of great families and beauties of lesser prominence.

Even his imperial parents started to get anxious. Noble sons begin learning such matters from servants at the age of fourteen, and some became fathers at fourteen or fifteen. However, Fu Huaichu had no women or children around him even at the age of twenty, leading to numerous rumors in the Capital City.

But now, looking at the tearful and soft snow-white Su Zhiruan, a sudden surge of tenderness flooded his heart. In the end, he even began to lose some of his rationality. Her flavor was simply too exquisite, etching itself into his memory.

An hour later.

Su Zhiruan gradually came together, feeling a bit of soreness in her back and waist. The traditional dresses would come undone with just a pull of the drawstring.

The bright red bridal gown she wore had become the bedding spread beneath her.

“Why has it gotten dark now?” She sat up and looked outside, where the sky had turned completely black, without even a hint of light.

The hubbub that preceded their start had also settled into silence.

She had been too exhausted earlier, and her mind had gone blank, allowing Fu Huaichu to proceed without her noticing the change in the daylight.

Fu Huaichu picked up some pastries from the table and brought them to her lips, motioning for her to open her mouth and eat, “Ruanruan, have some pastries, you must be out of strength by now.”

“I have strength,” Su Zhiruan blinked and looked at him, taking a bite of the soft pastry unsuspectingly. But upon seeing Fu Huaichu’s dark gaze, she immediately realized what she had just said and quickly flashed a conciliatory smile, lifting her gaze to him with moist eyes, “I’m out of strength.”

Fu Huaichu naturally knew how much effort he had just exerted, and she must be tired by now. It was better to let her rest properly for a while.

“It’s dark now, let’s sleep,” Fu Huaichu pulled back the covers and after crawling in, he held Su Zhiruan tightly, “We’ll talk about everything else tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Su Zhiruan nodded.

Although she was very tired, Su Zhiruan was quite satisfied with their progress.

Now, a month and a half had passed since she first brought Fu Huaichu back, and there was another half month to go before he had to return to the palace. When that time arrived, it would be hard to say if she could complete her task.

She was too tired, and after letting her thoughts wander for a while, she soon fell into a deep sleep.

And as her light and steady breathing reached his ears, Fu Huaichu, on the contrary, awoke. He got up, walked to the cabinet, and took out a small box.

When he opened it, inside was a jade hairpin.

Its entirety was moist and lustrous, so memorable that a single glance would ensure it was never forgotten.

At the top of the hairpin, small blossoming flowers had been carved with exquisite craftsmanship.

He took out the jade hairpin and held it against Su Zhiruan’s head, feeling a surge of satisfaction and anticipation in his heart.

If she saw this jade hairpin tomorrow, would she exclaim with surprise and call him husband? At that moment, how would he respond?

Fu Huaichu smiled and put the hairpin back in the box.

*

The next day.

By the time Su Zhiruan woke up, the sun was high in the sky.

She moved her neck around and still felt a bit sore.

“Husband, are you there?” She yawned and wanted to call out to Fu Huaichu.

Fu Huaichu just happened to push the door open at that moment, holding a tray in his hands with two bowls of dumplings on it, steaming hot. As soon as he entered, Su Zhiruan could smell the delicious aroma.

“Ruanruan, I made some dumplings. Come and have some,” Fu Huaichu passed her the clothes, then placed the bowls of dumplings on the wooden table.

Su Zhiruan got dressed and sat on the stool, picking up chopsticks and holding the bowl of dumplings, feeling incredibly moved in her heart.

On the first day she came to this world, she brought Fu Huaichu back and fabricated the non-existent Brother Erniu for him.

But now, the esteemed Crown Prince himself was cooking and taking care of her.

“Delicious,” she took a bite, and it was hot and tasted very good.

“Eat more if you like it,” Fu Huaichu stood up and took a long box out of the cabinet. He sat next to Su Zhiruan, his eyes filled with expectation, “Ruanruan, this is for you. Open it and have a look.”

Su Zhiruan put down her bowl and chopsticks, took the small box, and when she opened it, the ivory white jade hairpin was revealed before them. The hairpin was simple yet stunning, with little blossoming flowers at the end, feeling good to hold, “Thank you, husband! I love it.”

Fu Huaichu’s expectation was met, and he could feel the joy bubbling up inside his chest. He took the hairpin and offered, “Let me do your hair.”

There was no copper mirror in the original room, so Su Zhiruan couldn’t see the details and let Fu Huaichu braid her hair.

This was Fu Huaichu’s first time braiding a woman’s hair; he tried to stick to Su Zhiruan’s original hairstyle. When he reached the last step, he adorned her hair bun with the jade hairpin, and it was done.

Su Zhiruan reached back to touch her hair bun, nodded in satisfaction, “Brother Erniu, is this the first time you’ve done a woman’s hair?”

“Yes, you’re the first,” Fu Huaichu sat beside her, looking at the satisfaction on her face, “If you like it, we will have many more times in the future.”

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“Great,” Su Zhiruan smiled and took his hand, their fingers interlocking.