Forced to marry, I picked up a young powerful official

Chapter 265: Obedience is worse than respect

Shen Nankui glared, "In broad daylight, with so many people at home, what do you want to do?"

"Where did you think you were?"

Gu Yichuan smiled slyly and took out a jade comb from his arms.

"The ancients often said that combing your hair is good for your health. How about you take off your hairpin and I help you comb your hair to relieve your fatigue?"

Shen Nankui realized that she was overthinking. Her cheeks turned red and she nodded as if nothing had happened. "Okay."

Gu Yichuan suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered, "My lady, if you want to do something, wait until dark, and I will satisfy you."

There was a hint of temptation in the deliberately lowered voice, as well as a bit of suppressed smile.

Shen Nankui's face immediately turned red, and she said angrily, "Not serious!"

Gu Yichuan smiled and stopped teasing her. He put the jade comb in her hand and began to untie her hair.

Shen Nankui took the jade comb. It was made of green jade and engraved with lotus patterns. It felt soft to the touch and had a unique shape. She liked it when she saw it, so she took it in her hands and started playing with it.

Noticing that the movement above his head had stopped, he turned around and saw that it was Gu Yichuan who was distracted by the jade hairpin in his hand.

"Why are you dazed?"

Gu Yichuan smiled, "This jade hairpin is not a valuable item, and it is no longer worthy of your current status, but you always carry it with you."

Shen Nankui took the jade hairpin and lovingly stroked the plum petals on the top of the hairpin.

"Things lost and found again are always cherished more. Besides, this jade hairpin is a token of our love. In my heart, it is more precious than anything else."

After the reunion, the jade plum blossom hairpin returned to her hands.

Shen Nankui gave the hairpin to Hehua and asked her to keep it carefully.

Seeing how much she cherished the hairpin, Gu Yichuan felt a warm feeling in his heart. He lowered his eyes and in his palm was her cascading black hair, underneath which was a hint of snow-white.

As if he was bewitched, he suddenly lifted her hair and kissed the back of her neck.

"what--"

The soft touch with a cool feeling on the back of her neck made Shen Nankui shrink slightly. She turned back in embarrassment, and her eyes clearly said - can't you wait until night?

Gu Yichuan coughed lightly, "Comb your hair, comb your hair, my lady, sit still and don't move."

He forced Shen Nankui's head back.

The lotus comb's round and dense teeth combed through the hair, massaging the scalp with a force that was neither too light nor too heavy, making people relax unconsciously. Perhaps it was too comfortable, Shen Nankui leaned on Gu Yichuan's legs, basking in the sun, and squinting her eyes slightly.

Gu Yichuan smiled and said, "I still remember when my eldest sister-in-law first came into the family, my eldest brother often combed her hair. At that time, I thought that when I get married, I will also often comb her hair."

"How old were you?"

"Eleven or twelve."

Shen Nankui teased, "You're already thinking about getting married at the age of eleven or twelve. You have no shame!"

Gu Yichuan also laughed, "Who told them to laugh so sweetly at that time? It made me think that combing hair was such a fun thing."

"So what do you think now?"

"It feels good. I am willing to comb your hair for the rest of my life."

Shen Nankui smiled and suddenly asked, "Brother and sister-in-law have such a good relationship, but why have I never seen them do anything so intimate since I came in?"

Gu Yichuan sighed softly, "Mother doesn't like this, and always scolds us. If she does, my brother and sister-in-law won't be bothered anymore."

Shen Nankui raised an eyebrow, "Mom treats my elder brother and sister-in-law like this. If she saw you and me now, wouldn't she be even angrier?"

Gu Yichuan smiled and said, "Then don't let her see it."

……

Four days passed in a blink of an eye, and it was Cai Ling's birthday.

Shen Nankui decided to hold the party at Shuiyun Tower. She generously booked the entire fifth floor. This meant that no matter how they celebrated today, no one would come up to disturb them.

Even though it was his birthday, Cai Ling still wore white.

When he pushed the door open, everyone felt frost and snow falling from the sky and the moonlight filling the room.

"Brother Cai, please take a seat."

Gu Yichuan stood up and greeted him.

Cai Ling nodded in return, "Thank you, Brother Gu. I am truly ashamed to have hosted such a grand banquet for me today."

He never cared about his birthday. To him, his birthday was no different from any other day.

Shen Nankui smiled and said, "Mr. Cai, since I know your birthday, as a friend, how can I ignore it? Besides, you have helped me so much, and I haven't thanked you properly yet. Today, on your birthday, let me show my appreciation."

She spoke sincerely, with a hint of warmth in her words and smile.

Cai Ling smiled back, "If that's the case, then I'll respectfully obey your command."

He took a quick look and saw that apart from Shen Nankui and his wife, the only other outsider at the table was Jin Feishuang.

He frowned.

Shen Nankui knew what he was thinking. He was satisfied that no irrelevant people were invited to the banquet. But when he saw Jin Feishuang, he still didn't look happy.

Jin Feishuang met his cold gaze, said nothing, and lowered his head somewhat aggrievedly.

Under the dim and slightly depressing light, he lowered his head somewhat aggrievedly, as if the whole world had lost its color at this moment. The pair of eyes that once shone with confidence were now covered by a thin layer of mist, as if they would turn into crystal tears at any time and slide quietly from the corners of his eyes. His shoulders trembled slightly, not because of fear, but because of the unspeakable bitterness and helplessness deep in his heart that was spreading wantonly.

The air around him seemed to freeze, and every breath seemed particularly clear and heavy. His fingers unconsciously clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, trying to cover up the trauma of his heart with the pain of his body. Those words, like sharp blades, pierced his softest part accurately, one sentence at a time, word by word, leaving scars that were difficult to heal.

He tried to speak, to defend himself, to talk, but in the end he chose silence. Because he knew that in this world full of misunderstandings and prejudices, sometimes silence was more powerful and heartbreaking than any language. His head drooped lower and lower, almost touching the cold ground, as if only in this way could he escape from this suffocating atmosphere and find a little breathing space.

However, at the edge of the abyss of despair, a faint light quietly shone into his heart. It was the unyielding and persistence from the depths of his heart, the courage to clear his name even if he was misunderstood by the whole world. He slowly raised his head, his eyes no longer only filled with grievance, but also with determination and resoluteness. He knew that he could not lose this battle, nor could he escape, because only in this way could he truly live out himself and prove his worth.

So, he straightened his spine and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to turn all the grievances and unwillingness into motivation to move forward. His eyes became sharp and firm, as if they could penetrate all the fog and reach the other side of the truth.