Chapter 77: Wedding Night 3

Su Qingyue was covering her little face, waiting for Pei Huaiye for their wedding night; she waited and waited but didn't see him return, only to hear the commotion outside growing louder and louder.

She still threw on a coat and went out, just in time to see the scene of Chen Lianzhen kneeling before Pei Huaiye.

A biological mother kneeling to her son?

If this were to spread, how would she and Pei Huaiye be able to face people in the future? Would Pei Huaiye's job still be secure?

Su Qingyue's delicate brows furrowed tightly, and she hurried over to help Chen Lianzhen up, "What are you doing? Get up quickly!" She used a great deal of strength to pull Chen Lianzhen upward.

Chen Lianzhen was crying with snot and tears streaming down; not only did she refuse to get up, but she also grabbed Su Qingyue's hand, with enough force to crush her bones.

Seeing this, Qiu Zhiyang and Su Mingqiang went to the left and right and directly hauled Chen Lianzhen up.

"Chen Lianzhen! Is there any mother like you?! Are you still going to let Pei Huaiye face people?" Su Mingqiang was so angry that his beard was trembling.

Chen Lianzhen was held firmly and couldn't move; she spat a mouthful of saliva onto the ground fiercely!

Her eyes were fierce and vicious, and she shrieked at the top of her lungs: "Who told this unfilial son to lay a hand on his own younger brother?! It was said he came to deliver the betrothal gifts, yet he still wants to send Huai-gang to the Police Station. If he dares to do this, I will bash my head against the front gate and die!"

When Zhang Dongmei saw Su Qingyue, she also knelt down crying, "Qingyue, I beg you, Huai-gang really came to deliver gifts. For the sake of us being sisters-in-law, just let Huai-gang go..."

The lights in several neighboring houses could be seen turning on.

Su Qingyue pulled Zhang Dongmei up, her cold gaze sweeping over Pei Fugui and the others, and said: "Fine, Dongmei, you can take Huai-gang back, but there is one thing: if you do anything to our family again, Pei Huaiye will completely sever ties with you, and there will be no more living expenses in the future!"

Pei Fugui wanted to curse out loud, but Pei Huaiye shot a fierce look straight at him, saying coldly and ruthlessly: "I mean what I say! Next time, not only will I sever ties, but I will also break arms and legs. If you don't believe me, feel free to try!"

Zhang Dongmei felt a chill in her heart and shrank back, not daring to look Pei Huaiye in the eye; Chen Lianzhen pulled the sock out of Pei Huaigang's mouth, and he retched with a "waa" sound.

Zhang Dongmei couldn't help but take two steps back, and was sternly scolded by Chen Lianzhen, "Dongmei, what are you doing? Your husband is almost dying, and you still won't come to lend a hand?"

The group left, cursing and swearing.

Zhang Dongmei clutched the ten yuan in her hand tightly, looking at her incompetent and spineless husband and her snobbish and selfish parents-in-law; for the first time, she doubted her life. The tears on her face had not yet dried, and even if she thought carefully, she couldn't remember why she had married Pei Huaigang in the first place.

Back to the room.

Close the door.

Pei Huaiye kissed Su Qingyue fiercely for a while, then said with self-mockery: "There won't be anything else, right?"

Su Qingyue's red lips were slightly swollen and glistening with moisture; her fair, tender arms circled his lean and powerful waist, her eyes teasing and alluring, "Who knows."

"Little thing, not learning well!"

Her little bottom was spanked twice more.

Soft.

Bouncy.

Pei Huaiye's mind was wandering, and the last string in his heart snapped.

He peeled the shelled lychee.

Beneath the bright red shell was white, tender fruit flesh; taking a light bite, it was incomparably sweet.

He savored it slowly with great affection.

The moon blushed and quietly hid behind the clouds.

Pei Huaiye boiled water for the third time.

He gently wiped Su Qingyue's face.

The skin all over Su Qingyue's body was as silky as milk.

A snow-white, soft, and tender rice cake.

A light touch, and it would wobble twice just like soft tofu.

His fingertips would even sink into it.

She let out two soft moans, sounding as if it were both comfortable and painful.

He could not put her down.

She could not stop wanting more.

The firewood in the stove went out and lit up again, and the hot water in the pot was topped up again and again.

Bathroom.

Su Qingyue climbed onto a big tree like a small animal, hanging on it.

Silky and soft.

Pei Huaiye's muscles were rock-hard; he pecked Su Qingyue's little face, "Is my performance good?"

Su Qingyue giggled, her eyes filled with shyness and playfulness, hugging his broad, taut back, "It's alright, I guess?"

Pei Huaiye was practically holding a slippery fish; fearing she would fall, he immediately supported her legs.

One careless moment without support, right, the position,...

His throat tightened, his eyes dangerous and playful, "Then I'll listen to my wife, I'll keep up the good work!"

Pei Huaiye had trained and fought for years; although his fingers were slender, they clearly had protruding calluses.

A soft and delicate moan escaped her lips.

Pei Huaiye's blood surged.

He kissed her cherry-red mouth once more.

The bathroom was filled with steam.

The next morning.

The neighbor's rooster crowed for the third time.

Su Qingyue's tears hung on her long lashes, about to fall.

The hair on her forehead was completely damp with sweat, her little face was flushed and greasy, and her eyes were as clear as if washed by water, yet carried a hint of seductive charm.

Pei Huaiye's eyes were bloodshot.

Like someone trapped in the clouds, unwilling to get up.

"A Ye... the sky is already bright... wuwu..."

The man looked completely satisfied, "Did I... perform... well?"

Su Qingyue shed tears onto her pillow, her voice hoarse as she whispered, "Good, especially good, (??? ︿???)"

Pei Huaiye: (*￣︶￣)

Afterwards, Su Qingyue kept a straight face all day and refused to speak to Pei Huaiye.

When Su Mingqiang and Qiu Zhiyang saw that Su Qingyue still hadn't come out of the Side Room, their old faces flushed red and they hurried to the Su Family Courtyard.

Halfway there, Su Mingqiang glared fiercely at Qiu Zhiyang, and at the dining table, he even snatched a few pieces of meat off Qiu Zhiyang's chopsticks.

Su Zhuangzhuang thought it looked fun and also tried to snatch meat from his father's chopsticks, only to be flicked on the forehead by Su Qingwu.

Zhuangzhuang covered his forehead and said aggrievedly, "Why can Grandpa snatch meat, but I can't?"

"Your grandfather is venting his anger for your Aunt Qingyue!"

Su Zhuangzhuang's little face was bewildered, "What happened to Aunt? She isn't coming to eat either."

Li Zilan pinched Su Qingwu hard under the table; he really had no sense of what to bring up.

Everyone knew why Qingyue hadn't gotten out of bed. Su Mingqiang couldn't get over his anger, and with Pei Huaiye not around, he had no choice but to take his frustration out on Qiu Zhiyang.

Qiu Zhiyang was happy and didn't mind; the newlyweds were affectionate, and as an elder, he felt gratified.

He generously served food to Su Mingqiang, "Brother Mingqiang, eat more. You'll be holding a grandson next year, so you need to stay healthy."

When Su Mingqiang heard the word "grandson," his eyes softened instantly, "Zilan, kill an old hen and stew it; let's nourish both Qingyue and Huaiye."

Li Zilan and Su Qingwu looked at each other and smiled.

Su Zhuangzhuang revealed his few little teeth, "I want to be nourished too."

Su Mingqiang took Zhuangzhuang into his arms and said with a smile, "We'll nourish everyone, and our whole family will be plump and healthy."

Su Qingxi returned to the table after delivering the meal, "Brother-in-law is serving Sister her meal; they are both doing well, and no one has come from Pei Fugui's side. By the way, Sister-in-law, Brother-in-law said he wants to raise a dog and asked us all to help ask around."

Pei Fugui's family wouldn't come over to get beaten again for a while, but Su Qingyue had received quite a bit of money and valuable items for her wedding; many people were coveting the television set alone.

Su Mingqiang put down his chopsticks, "They will both be going to work later, so the house really needs a guard dog. Leave the matter of finding a dog to me."

Qiu Zhiyang looked at everyone and asked a question he had buried in his heart for a long time, "Is our Huaiye really the biological son of Pei Huaigang?"

Su Mingqiang didn't think in that direction, "Those two old things are just selfish and snobbish; their hearts are all on their younger son, and their schemes are all directed at Huaiye!"

Qiu Zhiyang tapped the table, "That's not what I meant. I'm asking if it's possible that Huaiye isn't Pei Fugui's biological son at all?"