As the New Year approached, things were truly busy.

Ji Sang’s second batch of paper was completely dried and bundled, ready to be sold.

While Wen Zheng had told Wen Jian not to worry about the stone-cutting work, every morning when Ji Sang was still in a dream, Wen Jian would already be up, accompanying Wen Zheng to the back mountain. Father and son would spend the entire morning there, placing the cut stones in the empty space on the east side of the house.

As a result, more and more people in the village started to ask nosy questions.

One inquiry led to a thousand waves of gossip. Everyone in the village came to know that the poor scholar from the Wen family, who only knew how to read books, was actually planning to build a house!

Building a house!

Regardless of whose family it was, it was a big deal.

The Wen family’s background was known to be based on the fact that they married Ji Sang with a decent dowry. How did they suddenly decide to use that dowry to build a house?

Rumors in the village spread like wildfire.

Upon hearing that Wen Jian wanted to build a house, Su Li’s first instinct was to run back home and tell her parents about it. In her words, she blamed her parents for their short-sightedness. If Brother Jian didn’t have money, how could he build a house? She was so angry that she demanded her parents call a matchmaker to discuss the matter… Upon hearing that their beloved daughter was going to become someone else’s concubine, especially to a poor scholar who was as poor as can be, Su Yao was furious. He immediately locked Su Li inside the house and called a servant to watch over her.

Amidst the various voices outside, Wen Jian paid no attention. Even if he heard something, he simply brushed it off with a smile. However, when he heard that Su Li had been locked up by her parents, his brows furrowed momentarily, and then he continued sweating as he worked on the stones. At this moment, all he could think about was the drawing Ji Sang had made.

A two-story building…

The village had never seen a two-story house before; most of them were small and low. If he used thick wood as a middle floor and stone pillars as a framework beneath, could the entire structure be supported? But for this entire level… He had seen the thickest trees in the back mountain, and they were only as thick as three grown men hugging together.

He needed to carefully consider this one-level matter. Who had the spare time to listen to idle gossip?

The midday sun was scorching. After Wen Jian and Wen Zheng had placed the stones in the open space, they returned home. They came back earlier than usual today because Wen Jian had promised Ji Sang to take her to the town in the afternoon. Aside from bringing some of the paper to the teacher, Ji Sang mentioned that she wanted to explore other business opportunities.

The term “business opportunities” was fresh to him, and he contemplated it in his mind for a long time.

“Wen Jian, you’re back?” Ji Sang came out of the kitchen, and from afar, she saw him walking briskly. His face was covered in sweat from working, his ink-black hair tied up, which made his face appear even more profound and three-dimensional. When his ink-jade eyes caught sight of her, they immediately sparkled with brightness, and his lips curled up slowly. From his throat came a soft “Hmm.”

Wen Jian went to fetch water from the kitchen, his body sticky with sweat. Every time he came back, he would take a shower first. Ji Sang returned to the room to fetch clean clothes for him.

After Wen Jian finished his shower, he was wearing only a pair of underpants, pacing back and forth in the room. Ji Sang noticed water splashed on the floor. When they initially built the house, the floor was made of stone tiles. She took a cloth specifically for cleaning the floor and wiped it lightly, then put the cloth in the bathwater and scrubbed it.

The man rested his head on her shoulder.

Ji Sang glanced slightly and noticed several distinct red marks on his well-defined chest. Those were from scratching him too enthusiastically the other night when she couldn’t hold back. Thinking about his vigorous sexual desire, almost every other day, rendering their “Three Rules Agreement” useless, her cheeks involuntarily flushed with warmth. “Why don’t you put on some clothes?”

His long, slightly damp black hair was pressed against his back, his voice husky and very sexy. “My hands are tired.”

“Help me dry my hair.”

Ji Sang knew he had been working hard lately, so she spoke softly. “Go sit over there.”

Wen Jian obediently sat on the edge of the chair, and Ji Sang stood in front of him, holding a large cloth towel to rub his hair. This kind of large cloth towel was made from a thick fabric she found after coming here. One of the most troublesome things about living in ancient times was washing one’s hair. There were no hair dryers, and washing hair in the winter was really cold. So she thought of making a large cloth towel to dry her hair.

His hair was black and dense, and it felt soft in her hands. She wiped it carefully, her hands encircling his neck and wiping the bottom part. Her gentle breath blew on his shoulder. After bathing, there was a faint fragrance on his body, which smelled really good. Without realizing it, she sniffed a few more times with her nose, and as a result, the two soft mounds in front unavoidably rubbed against his chest…

Wen Jian’s heart was stirred by the rubbing, and something between his legs slowly awakened, rising erect like a tent.

Ji Sang had finished wiping, and she put the cloth towel aside, thinking of washing it later and drying it in the yard before going out. However, her waist was suddenly grabbed by the man. She couldn’t maintain her balance and fell onto his lap. She exclaimed, “Wen Jian, what are you doing?”

“I want to do it.”

His voice was hoarse, and he intentionally lifted his buttocks, pressing his hot genitals against her buttocks through the fabric.

Ji Sang’s face instantly turned red. “Don’t fool around; we’re about to go to town.”

However, the man’s fingers had already unquestionably reached into her pants, touching her smooth vagina. His fingertips massaged the folds, and soon, her fluids started to flow. Instinctively, Ji Sang squeezed her legs together and let out a scream, “Wen Jian… ah… let go of me…”

He removed her pants and pulled down his own obscene pants. His throbbing member bounced on her buttocks, causing Ji Sang’s flesh to tremble. He spread her legs, making her sit with her back against him. His large hand held his penis and the swollen mushroom head pressed against her entrance, with fluids dripping from inside. Without much foreplay, he pushed inside, speaking in a hoarse voice, “Faster.”

The sudden penetration made Ji Sang’s scalp tingle, and her delicate body trembled. Waves of pleasure spread throughout her body, and her legs, which were hanging, curled up. She tilted her head back and gasped, suddenly feeling full down below. Instinctively, she tightened, causing the man to gasp heavily in his throat.

“Ah…”

“Uh… Sang’er, relax.”

While saying this, Wen Jian’s hand slipped into her clothes, his five fingers enveloping a soft mass, kneading and pinching the nipple. His other hand moved from her waist and abdomen, sliding down to the triangular region, where he found the swollen bud. He repeatedly squeezed and rubbed it, lightly scratching with his nails. His thrusting motion went from slow to fast, repeatedly teasing and tormenting. His long and hot member almost reached the deepest part with each thrust, stimulating Ji Sang to the point where she couldn’t help but cry. Her body trembled like a sieve, and soon, she released a wave of fluids…

Ji Sang instinctively squeezed her legs together, but they didn’t fully close, yet the man’s fingers didn’t stop. Her swollen clitoris trembled uncontrollably, while he continued to attentively stroke and massage it, making her whole body tingle. The orgasms kept coming…

Her mind flashed with white light, her lower abdomen tightened, and she unexpectedly released again. The panting during the climax was both urgent and tense. At this moment, it felt like she couldn’t breathe, and she cried out, “No… ah… stop…”

The position of the woman on top and the man on the bottom naturally exerted intense pressure on their genitals. The passage was almost tightened to the extreme. Wen Jian, enjoying himself, firmly held her waist and thrust forcefully. After dozens of thrusts, he ejaculated deeply inside her…

When the two of them finished cleaning up and went out, Ji Sang’s legs were still weak.

Fortunately, this time Wen Jian needed to push a small cart outside, and Ji Sang lazily sat on the cart throughout the journey. After more than a few hours, they finally arrived in town.

After resting for such a long time, Ji Sang regained some strength.

Wen Jian took Ji Sang to the private school first, delivering the paper they had agreed upon with the teacher last time. Unexpectedly, several classmates who studied with Wen Jian also followed along, aside from the teacher himself. This group of classmates were envious when they saw the paper the teacher used and eagerly asked about its source. They learned that it was brought by Wen Jian, and now that Wen Jian was here, they all competed to ask him to buy some for them.

Paper was much more convenient than bamboo slips, and most importantly, it wasn’t expensive at all.

They couldn’t help but salivate when they saw the teacher using the pre-ordered paper in class.

It had been a long time since Wen Jian had visited after getting married, and there was a round of greetings when they met. Their eyes were sharp, and they immediately noticed the girl standing behind Wen Jian.

Especially Wen Jian’s good friend, Li Chongyang.

That girl was truly lively, with skin so tender it seemed like water could be squeezed out of it. She looked like a well-raised girl from a wealthy family, exceptionally beautiful.

Li Chongyang hooked his arm around Wen Jian’s neck and pulled him aside, asking, “Wen Jian, who’s the girl you’re with? I never heard that you have such a beautiful sister.”

Wen Jian was amused by his friend’s disbelief and chuckled, “She’s my wife.”

Li Chongyang couldn’t believe that Wen Jian had such good luck to marry such a beautiful wife. “Wen Jian, who are you kidding?”

Wen Jian was speechless for a moment and replied, “Why would I lie to you?”

Then he pushed Li Chongyang’s arm off him and said, “Stand properly, don’t act like a spineless person.”

But Li Chongyang didn’t listen and insisted on being affectionate with him. In the struggle between the two, Wen Jian’s collar accidentally got torn open, revealing a large patch of skin on his chest. Li Chongyang immediately noticed the red marks on his chest and exclaimed in surprise, “Damn! Wen Jian, who beat you up? Why do you have so many bruises on your body?”

Wen Jian swiftly grabbed his collar and pushed him away.

However, Li Chongyang stuck to him again, examining the marks on his clothes with his fingers, some deeper and some lighter, growing even more puzzled.

Li Chongyang saw it, and of course Ji Sang saw it too, her face turning red with embarrassment.

Wen Jian’s dark and deep eyes glanced at the shy Ji Sang and said softly, “We have a little cat at home, and when it gets comfortable, it scratches people.”

As soon as Ji Sang heard this, her face immediately flushed, and she cast a coquettish glare at him.

The air was filled with a sweet scent.

Li Chongyang, however, remained completely oblivious to any hidden meaning in the conversation and simply said, “Is there really such a cat? Take me to see it next time.”

Wen Jian replied, “Isn’t it here?”

Li Chongyang grew even more puzzled and even looked around to search for it.

On the other hand, the man standing next to Li Chongyang caught onto the implications. His lips curved slightly, and he smiled at Ji Sang, saying, “Wen Jian, you’ve brought your beloved wife today?”

Wen Jian looked at the man and raised his hand towards Ji Sang’s position. Ji Sang’s dark eyes glistened, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out her hand towards him. Wen Jian held her hand and introduced her to his classmates, saying, “My beloved wife, Ji Sang.”

He referred to her as his beloved wife, not as Wen Ji Shi.

The man named Jiang Bei beside Li Chongyang emitted a rugged aura and nodded towards Ji Sang as a gesture of greeting.

Ji Sang also nodded back at him.

Meanwhile, Li Chongyang was completely shocked, his mouth almost wide enough to fit an egg. “Ah, ah, ah! Wen Jian, she’s really your… newlywed wife? Aren’t you… Aren’t you avoiding marriage?”

Wen Jian: “…”

Li Chongyang couldn’t continue his words because Jiang Bei immediately covered his chattering mouth.

Jiang Bei’s voice was deep and mellow. “Wen Ji Shi, please don’t mind.”

Upon hearing “Wen Ji Shi,” Ji Sang responded gracefully with a smile. “It’s fine.”

Li Chongyang finally realized the implications in Jiang Bei’s gaze, and he figured out who the cat in Wen Jian’s words referred to!

Damn!

It struck a nerve!

The group of them stood at the entrance of the private school, talking for a while before getting to the main topic. Besides the paper for the teacher, the classmates almost bought up the rest.

Jiang Bei bought only a small amount since he intended to take the martial arts examination. He had some knowledge of literature but was not proficient.

Seeing that they had sold all the paper, Jiang Bei asked, “Wen Jian, did you make these papers yourselves?”

Wen Jian smiled and said, “It was Ji Sang’s idea, and I helped.”

Jiang Bei glanced at Ji Sang with his dark eyes, a fleeting expression of surprise crossing his face, and then he spoke, “I think these papers are good. Have you considered making more?”

“We do have that idea Jiang Classmate,” Ji Sang replied, and then immediately realized something was amiss.

Such terminology didn’t exist in this ancient era.

Ji Sang’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she was about to correct herself when she heard Jiang Bei murmur, “Jiang classmate? That’s an interesting way to address me. It sounds good. Wen Ji Shi, continue.”

Ji Sang continued, “Wen Jian and I discussed it, and if we can find a workshop for mass production, it would be ideal.”

Wen Jian nodded. When Ji Sang mentioned the plan for mass-producing paper, he was truly astonished. He had genuinely wanted to open her little brain to see how she knew so much. He was puzzled, but he quickly pushed aside such thoughts. What did it matter? She was his wife, and it didn’t matter if she knew more. Wasn’t he deeply attracted to her just as she was?

“A workshop? What kind of workshop do you need?” Jiang Bei pondered.

Ji Sang contemplated for a moment and said, “I wonder if there’s a bamboo workshop here.”

Jiang Bei replied, “There is. I know a place. I’ll take you there.”

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