“Have some water.”
An Jianjun held the cup out to Feng Jiaojiao.
“Cough, cough… Uh, thank you!”
Feng Jiaojiao took the cup and drank several mouthfuls in a row, not knowing where to look.
A man worthy of being the male lead naturally had his own charm.
An Jianjun was tall and broad-shouldered, with long legs and powerful, muscular arms. His bulging muscles looked strong and solid, while the contours of his abs were still visible beneath his sleeveless undershirt.
His features were rugged and masculine, with a strong brow and deep-set eyes that hinted at his stubborn personality.
Good looks really can be dangerous.
Afraid she might choke again, An Jianjun quickly patted her back.
“I’m fine now. Um… do you want some roasted sweet potato?”
Without thinking, Feng Jiaojiao held out the sweet potato in her other hand.
Only after she saw that it had already been half-eaten did she realize she’d picked up the one she had been eating herself.
An Jianjun raised an eyebrow, his eyes curving with amusement.
Before Feng Jiaojiao could react, he took the half-eaten sweet potato from her hand and finished it in just a few bites.
“Mm. It’s pretty sweet.”
“I…”
Feng Jiaojiao’s face flushed under the lamplight.
“If you’re still hungry, there’s one more.”
She took out the last sweet potato and handed it to him.
She had originally intended to give him that one anyway. She just hadn’t expected him to eat the one she’d already bitten into.
“Are you really willing to give it to me?” An Jianjun asked.
“I… Do you really think I’m that stingy? It’s just a sweet potato!”
Do I really look that cheap?
“Keep it for yourself. You can warm it up on the stove tomorrow and eat it during the day.”
Knowing how much she liked them, how could An Jianjun bear to take her last one?
As for the half he’d eaten, he had only taken it because she had just choked and he was worried she wouldn’t be able to finish it.
“Um… the stove… thank you.”
Feng Jiaojiao knew that An Jianjun had gotten the little stove because he was worried she wouldn’t be able to adjust to the family’s food. Now she could cook herself something extra whenever she wanted.
“What are you thanking me for? You’re my wife now. I told you before that I wouldn’t let you suffer. I intend to keep my word and treat you as well as I can.”
“Tomorrow, I’ll take you to the county town and see what we can buy. You don’t have much food left.”
An Jianjun had gone through her luggage before.
Most of her biscuits, snacks, and candies were already gone, so he planned to buy her some more before he left.
“Okay, then…”
“I’m going to wash up.”
Feng Jiaojiao didn’t want to stay in this awkward atmosphere any longer, so she grabbed her towel and toothbrush and hurried outside.
Watching her flee like a startled rabbit, An Jianjun knew she was avoiding his feelings.
But he wasn’t going to give her the chance to keep running away.
He deliberately wanted to draw them closer.
After all, they were already husband and wife. He didn’t want them to continue living together in such an awkward way.
When he made the bed, he still laid out only one quilt.
This time, however, An Jianjun got into bed first.
When Feng Jiaojiao returned after washing up, she discovered an even more awkward situation.
An Jianjun was already lying down.
She swallowed nervously.
Oh no…
Feng Jiaojiao lingered beside the bed for a while, doing her skincare, combing her hair, and changing into pajamas.
Finally, she gathered her courage and turned off the light.
She prepared to climb onto the kang in the darkness.
Without the light, every little movement sounded especially loud.
“Ah!”
Before she could even lie down, a strong arm suddenly pulled her over and pinned her beneath him.
“You…!”
“I don’t want to wait anymore.”
It was torture.
Having such a beautiful wife right beside him but only being able to look at her—and merely hold her while sleeping—was no longer enough for An Jianjun.
He didn’t have much time left.
He would be leaving the day after tomorrow.
“Mm…”
Feng Jiaojiao’s faint attempts to push him away only made his desire grow stronger.
Before long, the two of them became completely lost in the moment.
After their kiss, the air was filled with an intimate tension. Their breaths mingled as An Jianjun quietly rested his face against the crook of Feng Jiaojiao’s neck.
“Can I…?”
His voice was hoarse against her neck, his warm breath making Feng Jiaojiao tremble.
After a brief silence, Feng Jiaojiao finally nodded.
They were already married, and she had no intention of divorcing him.
She didn’t know what the future would bring, but at least for this moment, she wanted to follow her heart.
She had to admit that everything An Jianjun had done for her during this period had already touched her deeply.
She had been avoiding her feelings for him all along, telling herself that this was merely a novel and that she shouldn’t take it too seriously.
But reality had proven otherwise.
She was a real person, with flesh, blood, and emotions.
As the saying went, how could a person remain unaffected by genuine feelings?
The An family was real.
The eldest sister-in-law, who loved being jealous and cutting corners whenever she could.
The second sister-in-law, who quietly worked hard and only wanted to have a son.
The fourth sister-in-law, who understood how the world worked without becoming overly calculating.
An’s mother, who was tough with her words but soft-hearted underneath and constantly made compromises for her.
And all the An brothers and their children.
She could genuinely feel their happiness, anger, sadness, and joy.
How could all of that possibly be fake?
And then there was a man who devoted himself wholeheartedly to her.
At this point, Feng Jiaojiao no longer cared whether this world was real or not.
She didn’t care whether her future would follow the original story and end with her dying in childbirth.
She didn’t care about the distinction between the heroine and the supporting female character anymore.
She simply wanted to experience the reality of this moment.
An Jianjun’s care was like a gentle spring rain—quiet and subtle, soaking into her heart little by little.
It gave her, someone who had been wandering alone, a sense of security.
No one knew how frightened and lost she had been when she first discovered that she had entered a novel.
No one knew how lonely and terrified she had felt while facing this completely unfamiliar world all by herself.
She wanted somewhere she could belong.
An Jianjun had given her a home—a place where she could stay and feel safe.
She believed the story could be changed.
Her future didn’t necessarily have to end in tragedy.
People could change their own fate.
When An Jianjun received her response, he was overjoyed.
The two of them kissed again, completely caught up in each other.
It was destined to be a sleepless night.
After Feng Jiaojiao left, Qin Siyu was the only person left in her room.
The other room already housed three people, so it was impossible to let Qin Siyu occupy an entire room by herself. As a result, Song Laidi had moved in.
Now Qin Siyu tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
For some reason, she had a terrible feeling in her heart.
Whenever she thought about the way An Jianjun looked at Feng Jiaojiao, she became increasingly uneasy.
That kind of look was completely unfamiliar to her.
An Jianjun had never, ever looked at her that way.
The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became.
No.
She had to do something.
She couldn’t let things continue developing like this.
Feng Jiaojiao had to divorce An Jianjun as soon as possible.
Then she suddenly thought of something.
She could write to Feng Jiaojiao’s father and ask him to find a way to bring Feng Jiaojiao back to the city.
She refused to believe that Feng Jiaojiao would rather remain in the countryside than return home.
Once she thought of this, Qin Siyu couldn’t lie down anymore.
She immediately got out of bed and began writing a letter.
In her previous life, she remembered that Feng Jiaojiao’s father had loved her very much.
Even after he remarried and had a son of his own, he had always felt deeply guilty about his daughter’s death.
Later, he had even fallen out with his second wife because of it.
“Qin Zhijing… you… aren’t you going to sleep?”
Song Laidi watched Qin Siyu muttering to herself while writing late into the night.
She couldn’t help regretting moving into the same room.
If I’d known this would happen, I never would have shared a room with her. I’m exhausted after working all day, and now I can’t even get a proper night’s sleep.
“I’m writing a letter to my family. You go ahead and sleep.”
Qin Siyu didn’t want to waste another second.