Good things come to those who wait

  Fu Yiyang's arrival caused the night-watching maids to be busy for a while, and Bohe and Bai Zhi stood up straight.

  "Where's your wife?" Fu Yeyang asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked around the outer room without seeing anyone.

  Mint was afraid that the person who had been waiting for a long time would leave, so she quickly replied: "Madam has been waiting for you for quite some time and fell asleep due to lack of energy."

  Seeing Fu Yiyang didn't react, she plucked up the courage to say: "Madam also instructed the small kitchen to prepare a bowl of apricot kernel and sheep's milk for you. Madam said that drinking a bowl before bed can help with sleep, would you like one?"

  Fu Yiyang's face relaxed, and he nodded slightly. He lifted the curtain and entered the inner room, where the warm fragrance dispelled the chill he had brought in from outside. Seeing Bai Zhi was about to go wake Su Ying, he waved his hand: "No need."

  Bai Zhi stood trembling at the foot of the bed.

  Fu Yiyang sat on the couch, casually swept his eyes, and saw a corner of a small garment faintly exposed not far away. He pursed his lips, and the guilt in his heart increased by two points.

  Mint served warm almond milk, and then waited on Fu Ye to take off his outer jacket and boots. These were usually done by Su Ying, but now the master was sleeping soundly.

  Mint and White Qi didn't dare to breathe, when Fu Yeyang took off his clothes and only had his undergarments left, he waved his hand impatiently, and the two maidservants quickly walked out quietly.

  Mint lowered her voice and said: "I just asked, Master came directly from the outer courtyard."

  Bai Ji's heart skipped a beat, "Really? But what about his wife?"

  The two of them looked at each other in dismay, their hearts full of worry, and they hardly closed their eyes all night.

  Su Ying was already awake when Fu Yiyang entered the main room, no way, with a system that screamed like a virtuous woman being teased, reminding her that if she wasn't awake yet, there would really be a problem.

  As soon as she woke her up, the system immediately retracted, Su Ying had no way to deal with it, and lay on the bed pretending to sleep.

  Fu Yiyang lifted the bed curtain and saw Su Ying sleeping with her eyebrows still furrowed, suddenly thinking of her silently crying yesterday, his heart felt a little uncomfortable, without thinking he directly lifted the quilt.

  Su Ying was like being awakened, opening her eyes, and after seeing the person clearly, she called out uncertainly: "Master?" Her furrowed brow suddenly relaxed, and under the dim light, her lotus-like face looked exceptionally radiant, causing Fu Da's heart to skip a beat.

  "Are you awake?"

  This isn't nonsense, is it? Su Ying looked at him getting into bed and subconsciously shifted her body inward. In the memories she received from Su Shi, they had hardly ever slept in the same bed as a couple. Even when Fu Ye Yang spent the night at Su Shi's place on business trips, he didn't do so often, and most of the time, they slept separately, with more than just two beds between them - this distance was wider than the Milky Way.

  If it's good emotions, then that's what they call having a ghost.

  Su Ying's eyes were half-closed, lost in her own thoughts, while Fu Ye Yang, who was lying down, remained silent. It wasn't that he was taciturn, but rather he didn't know what to say. Usually, it was Su who would ask a question and he would respond with one sentence. Most of the time, the couple would be speechless, or else they would be diligently working with their heads down.

  Su Ying didn't speak up first, Fu Yeyang didn't know what to say, and they just stood there in an awkward silence.

  After a while, Su Ying finally realized the awkward atmosphere, and with her memories of the Su family, she twitched at the corner of her eyes, then had a bad idea - not to speak, wanting to see if Fu Yeyang would say something.

  As a result, the two people just stuck there like that. Finally, Fu Yiyang cleared his throat and said dryly, "Kid, we'll still have one."

  Then, there was no more news after that.

  Su Ying felt even more uncomfortable in her heart, she had to admit that these days she would always be affected by the memories and emotions left behind by Su Shi from time to time.

  Even if this was the countermeasure she had thought of, there was no need for her to resort to external forces. As soon as Fu Yeyang mentioned the child, her nose turned sour and her chest was filled with sadness and bitterness.

  Just as Fu Yiyang was about to say something, he heard Su Ying's suppressed sobbing. He thought for a moment, then stiffly put his arm around Su Ying's shoulders, feeling the bony shoulder blades beneath his hand. The sound of her bitter crying filled his ears, and Fu Yiyang couldn't help but be affected by it. He moved his large hand slightly and gently patted Su Ying's shoulder. "Madam, don't cry."

  Unexpectedly, this comfort instead made Su Ying cry even harder, embracing his arm and sobbing uncontrollably, as if she wanted to cry out all her grievances and pain through her tears, without caring about any etiquette. At this moment, she was just a pitiful mother who had lost the child she had longed for.

  Fu Yiyang slowly relaxed after the initial stiffness, his large hands gently stroking Su Ying's back, still feeling her slender back, protruding shoulder blades, she was thinner than he had imagined, probably also because of the clothes she wore.

  "It's okay, listen and don't cry." Still the same dry two sentences, Su Ying was crying to a hiccup, Fu Yeyang gently patted her back, giving her a smooth hair, with a bit of being at a loss.

  "I... I don't want to cry, uh, I dreamed that he called out 'mom', and I just couldn't hold it in." Su Ying wiped away her tears on Fu Yiyang's chest, and with a hint of childishness in her words, she made Fu Yiyang laugh and cry at the same time, and he couldn't help but say: "We'll have kids of our own someday, don't rush it."

  The night watchman, Mint and Angelica, were so anxious that they couldn't move, but didn't dare to ask directly what had happened. They could only raise their voices when the crying gradually stopped and asked: "Master and mistress, do you want us servants to come in and serve?"

  Fu Yiyang coughed: "No need." After finishing, he lowered his head to look at Su Ying, who was still sniffling and holding onto his collar, and moved the arm she had wrapped around him, then froze.

  Just now, she was comforting Su Ying who had lost her voice from crying and didn't think about this aspect. Now, she suddenly felt the two soft masses pressing on her arm, trembling slightly, probably because of the movement earlier, the moon-white undergarment had slipped down a bit.

  From where he was looking, he saw a section of pale neck and a touch of pink, and with each breath, he could smell the sweet aroma of milk, and he didn't know if it was the almond sheep's milk he had drunk before bed or the fragrance coming from her body. This thought made his heart flutter, and his eyes involuntarily dimmed.

  Fu Yiyang's hand, which was lightly stroking Su Ying's back, gradually moved downwards, touching her slender waist. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as Su Ying's soft body leaned into his chest, her warm breath hitting the nape of his neck.

  Fu Yiyang lowered his head and took a glance, then froze.

  Su Ying cried herself to sleep.

  On his thin face, there were still unshed tears, and his expression was calm. Fu Yeyang pursed the corners of his mouth, he couldn't bear to wake Su Ying again, so he gently wrapped his arms around her shoulders and lay down beside her.

  Originally, he wanted to move Su Ying to her pillow, but as soon as he pulled out his arm, she automatically leaned over, and the two soft masses separated by several layers of thin clothes made Fu Da feel even more deeply moved. He took a deep breath, suppressed the romantic thoughts in his heart, and barely managed to calm down.

  Fu Yiyang was pulled up by his son and finally behaved himself.

  Su Ying leaned against him and fell asleep, but Fu Ye Yang suddenly lost his sleepiness. Looking at the embroidered curtains with xiangcao patterns, his first thought was that his wife would also lose control and cry like this sometimes. He then thought about last night's silent tears and wondered if he had been neglecting his little wife too much.

  His wife was five years younger than him, and when she married him, her delicate face still had some childishness. What impressed him the most at that time was her lively and beautiful eyes, but after marrying him for a few years, those sparkling eyes disappeared, becoming calm and deep.

  Now that he thinks about it, he has never worried about the back house because of her credit. He stretched out his hand to touch, and again touched a handful of bones. Fu Yeyang silently sighed, he would make up for her well, the children will have them after all, that is his legitimate son.

  Su Ying was half asleep and half awake, feeling like she was being pressed down by a stone and couldn't breathe. There was also a hot and annoying breath that kept poking around her neck, making her feel uncomfortable. Without thinking, she reached out to brush it away, but instead heard a low laugh. Suddenly, her earlobe was caught in someone's mouth, and the scorching breath poured directly into her earhole. At this point, she couldn't help but wake up.

  "Woke up, huh?" The low and muffled voice sounded pleasant. Su Ying murmured drowsily and called out in a sweet and sticky tone: "Grandpa?"

  Just as she let out a cry, Su Ying suddenly shuddered violently and was completely awakened. Fortunately, because she had cried the night before, her voice was still a bit hoarse, which discounted its sweetness, otherwise it would have been unbearable.

  But Su Ying was worried, the man who was in high spirits heard this gentle voice, his movements accelerated, and from opening a button on his collar, he drilled in, sticking to that smooth and tender skin.

  Su Ying unconsciously wanted to struggle, being intimate with someone in the game was one thing, but putting it into reality with real knives and guns was another matter altogether, let alone she felt that she wasn't psychologically prepared yet.

  Fake!

  The man noticed her distraction, and with a displeased look, he pinched her waist with one hand, turned her face around with the other, and directly covered her painful cry with his hot mouth, warning her with his eyes.

  That strange hand, however, couldn't bear to leave, gently caressing and savoring the sweetness on her lips, further taking advantage of the situation to pry open her tightly closed red lips, holding onto her soft tongue and kissing fiercely for a while, until she was out of breath before letting go.

  Su Ying lay on the bed, breathing rapidly. Just as Fu Ye Yang was about to go further, she quickly grabbed his hand and said with a pleading tone: "Master, stop, it's getting late, you still have to attend court."