In a remote and impoverished village, there emerged a top scholar after a hundred years. This was even more exciting than every household receiving a bountiful harvest!

The top scholar!

The impoverished Wen family, who couldn’t afford a dowry for their son’s marriage due to their pursuit of education, finally had a reason to hold their heads high in the village. Wen Zheng and Mrs. Wen received the good news and immediately burst into tears of joy.

Wen Jian, on the other hand, wore an inexplicable expression.

After years of studying diligently behind closed doors, often witnessing the sunrise and feeling the loneliness of late nights, only he knew how he managed to persevere. Originally, just as Ji Sang had said, he had hoped to freely express himself in the examination hall and demonstrate his talents. But he never expected that a moderate answer would lead him to the palace examination!

He didn’t know whether to feel happy or ironic!

Fortunately, the new emperor played a trick and allowed him to pass the exam.

These emotions didn’t trouble Wen Jian for long. What bothered him was the fact that he would have to part ways with Ji Sang early the next morning and take up the position of a seventh-ranking official in Beiliang.

He had wanted to go together with Ji Sang, but the Bamboo District was just starting to show promise. He couldn’t take Ji Sang with him for now as he wanted to seize the opportunity with the Bamboo District’s boss and earn their first pot of gold in life.

As for Beiliang, it was also an unfamiliar place for them. After Wen Jian took office, he would mostly eat and sleep at the office, and it would be inconvenient for Ji Sang to follow along. Wen Jian would have to go to Beiliang first to assess the situation and make decisions for the future.

Their original plan to move into their new home at the end of the month would have to be disrupted now.

Becoming the top scholar in the province was a joyous occasion, but for Wen Jian, it unexpectedly brought about worries.

As he was leaving tomorrow, Wen Jian didn’t bother with the final preparations for their new house. He wanted to spend time with Ji Sang, but Ji Sang was busy like a spinning top during the day, going to the town to check on the progress at the Bamboo District. Wen Jian had no choice but to accompany him.

Thus, Ji Sang spent the whole day mingling with the artisans.

And all Wen Jian could do was watch, his face gloomy as if ink was about to drip from it, emanating an extreme sense of low pressure. The boss of the Bamboo District, aware of Wen Jian’s new position as a seventh-ranking official, initially wanted to strike up a conversation but instantly halted his steps upon seeing his demeanor.

It wasn’t until the sky gradually darkened that Ji Sang finally called Wen Jian, who had waited the entire day, to return home.

And along the way, Ji Sang continued talking about the Bamboo District…

Wen Jian’s already unattractive face became even darker, and his chest felt as if it was blocked by a huge stone. Did his young wife not have any attachment to him?

Was she so willing to separate from him?

Was he the only one feeling miserable?

When they arrived home, Mrs. Wen had already prepared dinner. Wen Jian wasn’t in a particularly good mood and didn’t eat much. Ji Sang, on the other hand, found the food delicious. After a long day of work, she was too hungry…

After finishing dinner, Mrs. Wen asked them to go back to their room.

Ji Sang asked Wen Jian to fetch some water for her. She was really tired, and the weather was so hot. She was covered in sweat and wanted to take a good bath to relieve her fatigue.

Wen Jian didn’t say anything. His steps paused as he entered the room, then he turned around and went out to fetch the water…

When Ji Sang thought the water was almost ready, she told Wen Jian to wait outside. This was a habit Ji Sang forced upon him because every time she took a bath, if Wen Jian was in the room, she couldn’t properly wash…

Wen Jian was so angry that his face turned completely dark.

He was leaving tomorrow morning, yet his young wife showed no sign of caring…

In a fit of anger, he slammed the door loudly, went outside, but in no time, he heard the sound of the door being locked from inside…

Listening to that crisp sound, Wen Jian almost felt like his anger would cause him to have a heart attack. He decided he wouldn’t go to assume his new position tomorrow!

The daytime heat was unbearable, but the night was considerably cooler.

Wen Jian stood outside the door, feeling the breeze for a while, listening to the sound of water inside. He was thinking about how to make her cry later, to make her see how much he didn’t matter to her.

After waiting for quite some time, the door finally opened.

Wen Jian paced for a while, then squatted down, his anger building up inside him.

Ji Sang called for him, but he remained squatting there, raised an eyebrow, and forcefully pressed his molars together before standing up and walking into the room. As soon as his footsteps entered the room, the door was abruptly closed.

Before he could react, Ji Sang pressed him against the door.

She had just finished bathing, with a faint scent of soap lingering on her body. Her small face was tinged with a light pink from the heat, her black eyes filled with moisture and mist, gazing at him with a wet and captivating look. Her ink-black hair was casually tied with a band, a few strands hanging on the side of her face and disappearing into her chest…

Her two fair breasts were barely covered by the scanty fabric, and with a slight downward glance, he could see the deep cleavage they revealed. Then, the fabric revealed a glimpse of her slender waist, still bearing faint marks from their previous activities.

She wasn’t dressed in a bellyband, but it seemed like one.

The dark green color contrasted with her fair and glistening breasts, exuding an inexplicable seductive charm.

Seeing this, his breath instantly became heavy, and his voice sounded fiery, “Sang’er…”

Before he could finish speaking, her tongue had already licked his Adam’s apple, her lips and tongue enveloping it, giving it a gentle suck.

…

“Ah…”