22 – The Daughter-in-Law’s Scolding Vocabulary Has Gained Another Word.
Gu Pingting’s mind was in turmoil, and in a daze, she drank the medicine clean.
Feng Shan found it quite unusual. Taking the bowl, he said, “You’re so well-behaved today. Before, it took coaxing three or four times to finish your medicine. Why are you so obedient today?”
As he spoke, Feng Shan pulled a piece of candy from his pocket. “Good girl, this candy is your reward.”
Gu Pingting looked at the candy, then at Feng Shan, biting her lip as she asked him, “Feng Shan, since you don’t think I’m a princess, why are you still so good to me?”
Seeing she wouldn’t take it, Feng Shan peeled the candy himself and handed it to her. “Didn’t I tell you? I like you, and I’m going to marry you as my wife.”
Gu Pingting fell silent, refusing the candy. After a long pause, she said angrily, “Then don’t be good to me anymore. I won’t be your wife.”
Feng Shan laughed. Seeing she wouldn’t eat the candy, he forced it into her mouth, deliberately speaking in a rough, intimidating tone, “Even if you won’t be my wife, it doesn’t stop me from liking you. I’m going to be good to you!”
His voice was loud and fierce, and Gu Pingting was indeed startled.
After a moment, Gu Pingting curled her lips into a smile and said, “Do as you please. I can’t control you anyway.”
Her eyes sparkled with laughter, lively and bright. Feng Shan knew he had cheered her up.
Feng Shan leaned closer and tapped her little nose. “Little thing, I’ll be good to you no matter what, whether you’re a princess or not. You’re my wife, and I’ll cherish you.”
Feng Shan, this rough man, was usually loud and noisy when he spoke, but when his voice lowered, his deep tone seemed almost magical, pleasant to the ear.
For a moment, Gu Pingting forgot to speak, just staring blankly at Feng Shan.
At this moment, a few faint stars appeared in the sky, and the lingering glow of sunset painted the horizon. In this dim yet slightly bright light, Feng Shan’s chiseled face appeared even more profound in the hazy shadows.
Gu Pingting’s moist eyes fixed on him, her delicate mouth still holding the candy, her breath sweet with its scent.
Feng Shan’s gaze deepened as he stared at her, leaning closer to her tender lips. “Gu Pingting, I want to taste the sweetness in your little mouth. Will you let me?”
Gu Pingting was stunned for a moment before pushing Feng Shan away. “Ugh! No, you can’t!”
Feng Shan teased her with a smirk.
Gu Pingting glared at him and called him shameless before turning and heading back inside.
Feng Shan watched her graceful retreating figure with a smile. Not bad! His wife had learned another insult!
Ah, his sweet little wife sounded so lovely even when she cursed. Feng Shan thought he should teach her a few more insults someday.
After dinner, Feng Shan bathed by the well in the yard, then brought a bottle of medicinal ointment inside. Walking to Gu Pingting’s bedside, he suddenly pulled off his shirt.
Gu Pingting, who had been lying down, nearly jumped up when she saw Feng Shan abruptly remove his clothes, revealing his broad, firm chest. “Feng Shan, why are you taking off your clothes?!”
Feng Shan grinned. “I’m injured on my back. Help me apply the medicine.”
Blushing, Gu Pingting glared at him angrily. This man was definitely trying to scare her on purpose—he loved teasing her.
Gu Pingting took the ointment, and Feng Shan sat with his back to her.
There was a long wound on his back, likely from a blade, stretching from his shoulder blade to his waist. The wheat-colored skin was torn open, revealing bright red flesh. Gu Pingting’s face paled.
How painful that must be…
Gu Pingting felt a pang of heartache as she carefully applied medicine to his wounds. “Did you get these injuries fighting the bandits?” she asked.
Feng Shan was surprised. “How did you know about that?”
“Aunt Zhang told me. You went to suppress the bandits to earn money for my medicine, didn’t you?”
Feng Shan nodded. “Since you already know, I won’t hide it.”
Gu Pingting fell silent for a moment before saying earnestly, “Feng Shan, thank you.”
Feng Shan raised an eyebrow. “If you’re thanking me, why won’t you marry me?”
Gu Pingting frowned. “I’ve told you many times, I won’t marry you. Give up on that idea!”
Though her words scolded him, her hands applying the medicine were extremely gentle, and she even pouted her lips to blow softly on his wounds.
Feeling the soft, feather-like breath on his back, Feng Shan smiled. This little woman, Gu Pingting, was already in his home—sooner or later, she would be his.
After finishing with the medicine, Gu Pingting said, “Alright, you can put your clothes back on now.”
Upon hearing this, Feng Shan turned around and stared intently at her. “Gu Pingting, you just said you wanted to thank me. Since you won’t marry me, how about letting me taste the saliva in your mouth?”
Gu Pingting’s movements paused as she was about to set down the medicine bottle. Without thinking, she replied, “No way…”
But before she could finish her sentence, she was pinned to the bed by Feng Shan!
The medicine bottle in her hand slipped and fell to the ground, rolling away with a clatter.
Feng Shan’s upper body was bare, his muscles large and hard, pressing almost entirely against Gu Pingting. She was about to angrily reprimand him when Feng Shan’s lips suddenly drew close, nearly touching hers. His sharp eyes were filled with desire as he said in a low voice, “Then how will you thank me? You won’t marry me, and you won’t let me kiss you. Did I get these injuries for nothing? You have to give me some reward.”
His breath was heavy, his body broad and imposing, exuding an aggressive aura. His muscles were tense and hard, and at that moment, he resembled a fierce beast ready to hunt, with Gu Pingting as his soft, delicate prey.
Feng Shan’s intimidating presence enveloped her, and Gu Pingting felt not only physically pinned beneath him but also as if her spirit had been thoroughly crushed by this man.
Gu Pingting suddenly lost her nerve and stammered, “Anyway, you… you can’t kiss me! And I won’t marry you either. Anything else is fine. You… just tell me, what do you want?”
Feng Shan swallowed hard and said in a low voice, “I want to fuck you! Is that okay?”
With those words, Gu Pingting’s face flushed bright red. She bit her lip, too embarrassed to utter a single word!
This man’s words were so crude and foolish!
Seeing her flushed face and her eyes glistening with moisture as if she were about to cry, Feng Shan said, “I’ll follow your rules. Don’t worry, when I fuck you, I won’t kiss you!”
Gu Pingting raised her hand and slapped Feng Shan twice, furious. “Get out of here!”
Gu Pingting trembled with anger, while Feng Shan rubbed his cheek and laughed. “You’re going back on your word! What a useless little woman.”
Gu Pingting gritted her teeth in frustration. This man had no shame!
Feng Shan lowered his hand from his cheek and said mischievously, “But I can’t take these slaps for nothing. You have to let me kiss you!”
With that, Feng Shan leaned down and planted a loud, forceful kiss on her. His lips pressed hard against Gu Pingting’s soft, pink cheek, almost pulling it outward.
After the kiss, Feng Shan poked her milky-soft cheek. “You’re so soft. I really like you.”
He lay on top of her, gazing at her as if she were a treasure, his heart and eyes overflowing with affection.
Gu Pingtíng was nearly kissed to tears by Feng Shan. Her light-colored eyes brimmed with pitifulness as she stared at him with a look of grievance.
This man… she had no way of dealing with him…
Feng Shan waited for a moment, and when Gu Pingtíng didn’t hit him, he asked in confusion, “Why aren’t you hitting me anymore? Two slaps for one kiss—come on, hit me, so I can keep kissing you. Otherwise, you’ll say I’m taking advantage of you.”
Gu Pingtíng’s eyes reddened as she said with a pout, “I’m not hitting you anymore. I can tell you like it when I hit you, don’t you?”
His little perverse hobby had been seen through by the young woman, but Feng Shan wasn’t the least bit embarrassed. He just grinned and said, “To be honest, the feeling of you hitting me is really satisfying!”
Gu Pingtíng nearly burst into tears, gritting her teeth as she cursed, “You’re shameless.”
Even after being scolded, Feng Shan didn’t mind. He simply asked her, “So, will you hit me in the future?”
Gu Pingtíng snapped, “You’d love it if I hit you, wouldn’t you? Well, I won’t! I’ll make you suffer!”
Unexpectedly, Feng Shan wasn’t upset but delighted. “Really? Does that mean from now on, I can just hold you and kiss you directly?”
Skipping the slapping procedure and going straight to holding and kissing her would be even more thrilling!
Gu Pingtíng was taken aback. “That’s not what I meant, I…”
Before she could finish speaking, Feng Shan’s kisses rained down on her—her eyes, nose, lips, cheeks, forehead, chin—every inch of her small face that could be kissed, he covered.
And so, Gu Pingtíng was held down by Feng Shan and kissed all night long…
The sound of smacking kisses echoed through the night once again.
That night, although there were no slapping sounds, there were Gu Pingtíng’s pitiful sobs and whimpers, telling Feng Shan, “…Could you please shave your beard?”