Quick Transmigration: The Pregnant Little Fairy is Pampered by the Heirless Boss

Chapter 258 The Mad Couple 22

Since Wu Daniu had said so much, Wu Chufeng could only arrange for them to stay in the courtyard.

"Let me make this clear from the start: my house is small, with only two courtyards. You will move to the back. In a month, Songsong will marry me. Don't try to overstep her bounds or act like elders."

As soon as Wu Chufeng finished speaking, Wu Wenxuan and Wu Wenhao immediately showed their dissatisfaction.

Wu Wenxuan frowned, his tone carrying a hint of disdain: "Brother, isn't your house too small? How can so many of us fit in a two-courtyard house? We used to live in spacious mansions in the General's Mansion. This place of yours doesn't even have a garden. It's too shabby."

Wu Wenhao also curled his lip, his tone carrying a hint of disdain:

"Exactly! Brother, your house is too small, it doesn't even have a decent yard. How can so many of us fit in?"

Wu Chufeng glanced at them coldly, his tone laced with sarcasm:

"You think it's too small? You don't have to stay here. My temple is too small to accommodate all of you big shots."

Wu Wenxuan was speechless at Wu Chufeng's words, his expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his arrogant look.

He sneered, "Big brother, as the eldest brother, don't you remember your responsibilities?"

Wu Wenhao chimed in, "That's right! Brother, you're the Vice Minister of War now, how can you be so stingy? You won't even give us a decent house to live in?"

Seeing the atmosphere growing increasingly tense, Wu Daniu's face darkened, and he rebuked:

"Wenxuan, Wenhao, shut up! Chu Feng has already done more than enough by letting us stay here. If you think it's too small, you can always find somewhere else to stay!"

Wu Wenxuan and Wu Wenhao were startled by Wu Daniu's words and quickly lowered their heads, not daring to say another word.

Wu Wenxuan muttered under his breath, "Dad, we just feel wronged..."

Wu Daniu snorted coldly, his tone tinged with anger:

"Feeling wronged? What do you have to feel wronged about? Don't you know what the Wu family's situation is like right now? Chu Feng only let us move in because I'm his father. If you keep causing trouble, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Seeing Wu Daniu get angry, Wang Cuihua quickly stepped forward to smooth things over:

"Sir, please don't be angry. Wenxuan and Wenhao are young and don't know any better. Please don't take it to heart."

Wu Daniu gave Wang Cuihua a cold look, his tone carrying a hint of reproach:

"Cuihua, don't spoil them. Don't you know what the Wu family's situation is like now? Chu Feng has already done more than enough by letting us move in. If you cause any more trouble, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Wang Cuihua was speechless at Wu Daniu's words, her expression changed slightly, but she quickly forced a smile:

“Sir, you are right. Wenxuan and Wenhao are young and ignorant. I will discipline them properly.”

Wu Daniu nodded, his voice tinged with weariness: "Alright, enough talk. Chu Feng, take us to the backyard."

Wu Chufeng gave Wu Wenxuan and Wu Wenhao a cold look, his tone carrying a hint of warning:

"Remember what you said. If I find you causing trouble again, don't blame me for being impolite."

Wu Wenxuan and Wu Wenhao shrank back in fright at Wu Chufeng's gaze, quickly lowered their heads, and dared not speak again.

Wu Chufeng turned around and led Wu Daniu and his group to the backyard.

Although the backyard was not large, it was kept clean and tidy, and the few side rooms were enough for them to stay in.

Wu Daniu looked around the courtyard and nodded: "Chu Feng, this place is nice, let's stay here."

Wu Chufeng nodded, his tone somewhat indifferent: "Father, please settle in first. Call me if you need anything."

Wu Daniu nodded, his voice tinged with weariness: "Okay, go ahead and get busy."

Wu Chufeng turned and left, his heart filled with complex emotions.

There are no servants in this house yet, because they just moved in and nothing has been tidied up.

These trivial matters were very troublesome, and he was upset. That night, he went to Ji Xiaosong's house again.

There was nothing he could do; he simply didn't know who else he could turn to.

The moonlight was as clear as water. When Wu Chufeng climbed over the locust tree branches outside the courtyard wall and entered through the window, he bumped into Ji Xiaosong, who was drying her wet hair with her back to him.

The light, thin gauze nightgown became semi-transparent from the moisture, outlining a section of jade-colored skin below the slender waistline;

Water droplets clinging to the ends of her hair slid down the back of her neck and into her collar, shimmering faintly in the candlelight.

"Clang-"

In his panic, he kicked over the low stool by the window, and Ji Xiaosong turned around abruptly.

His damp hair, scented with jasmine, swayed over his shoulders, water droplets splashing on the tip of his nose, and his collarbone, visible beneath the thin veil, appeared and disappeared with each breath.

Wu Chufeng's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and he suddenly felt a heat in his nasal cavity.

"you……"

Ji Xiaosong raised an eyebrow, looking at the young man frozen in place, and suddenly curled the corners of her lips into a smile.

She slowly pulled the outer robe from the screen and wrapped it around her body. As she walked barefoot through the moonlight, the belt around her waist swayed slightly at her ankles with each step: "Chu Feng, sneaking out of the window in the dead of night, are you trying to become a flower thief?"

Wu Chufeng covered his nose and took a half step back. When his fingertips touched the warm blood, his ears instantly turned red: "I...I came to say..."

He suddenly fell silent halfway through his sentence. The loose outer robe could not conceal the water stains remaining on her neck at all, and the scent of jasmine mixed with the moisture went straight into his lungs.

"Clean."

A plain white handkerchief was suddenly thrown at his face, carrying the same cool fragrance as its owner.

Ji Xiaosong leaned against the dressing table, glancing sideways at his reddened ear tips, her fingertips casually twirling his wet hair.

"Tomorrow I will have Ji Dan raise the wall three feet higher, so that some people won't keep climbing through the windows."

Wu Chufeng's hand holding the handkerchief trembled slightly, his mind filled with the fleeting glimpse of the snow-white back he had just seen.

He suddenly reached out and pinned the person against the dressing table, the bronze mirror reflecting the tangled hems of their clothes: "No matter how high you build it, it won't stop me."

His voice was hoarse beyond belief, but his gaze remained fixed on the cinnabar mole at the corner of her eye.

In the bronze mirror, the hairpin trembled and swayed in the light and shadow.

As Ji Xiaosong's fingertips pressed against Wu Chufeng's chest, her jade bracelet struck the makeup box with a clear sound: "Is the Vice Minister trying to use his power to oppress people?"

Her voice still carried the languidness of someone who had just taken a bath, and the jasmine scent in her hair mingled with the pine resin lingering on his clothes, creating an ambiguous mist as the candle wick popped open.

Wu Chufeng looked down at the water stains on her collarbone, his Adam's apple bobbing, causing a slight crease in his collar: "I'll have ten cartloads of blue bricks delivered tomorrow."

"doing what?"

Ji Xiaosong deliberately tilted her head, letting her wet hair brush against the back of his hand, startling the young man so much that his fingertips curled up and brushed against her earlobe. "Are you going to tear down my boudoir to build city walls?"

Wu Chufeng suddenly grabbed her wrist as she tried to pull away, his calloused thumb brushing against the pale blue veins on the inside of her wrist: "Build a golden house."

His voice was so low it blended into the dripping of the water clock, "I'll hide you, this dew-kissed crabapple blossom."

On the dressing table, the silver scissors were suddenly knocked off, and Ji Xiaosong stumbled and fell into his arms.

The loose sash caught on the gilded candlestick, causing the light and shadow in the room to sway like waves.

She stepped barefoot into his black boots, her toes, stained with balsam juice, pressed against his calf: "Begonia has thorns, aren't you afraid of getting pricked, Vice Minister?"

Outside the window, a night wind suddenly swept up locust blossoms, the snow-like petals landing between the entangled sleeves of the two.

Wu Chufeng picked up a flower that had fallen beside her temple, his hot breath brushing against the cinnabar mole at the corner of her eye.

"It pierced through the palm..."

The jade hairpin snapped in response, and his black hair cascaded down his arm like a waterfall. "Perfect for tying a knot with the red string on your wrist."

Ji Xiaosong suddenly bit the button on his shirt, her pearly teeth leaving fine marks on the gilded pattern.

"Tomorrow at 3:45 AM..."

She traced her fingertips across the young man's rapidly throbbing neck veins. "I want the jasmine balm from Wang Ji in Xishi."

The bronze mirror reflected the figure hastily climbing out of the window, a broken hairpin still entangled with a few strands of hair.

Ji Xiaosong leaned against the window frame and chuckled softly, watching the staggering figure in the dark robes in the moonlight, before folding the blood-stained handkerchief into the deepest part of her makeup box.

But not long after, Wu Chufeng returned, covering his nose.