TSWRLM -Chapter 119 Not Here, We’ll Talk at Home

Knowing that Shen Qingyuan had a history of getting drunk and bringing up old grudges, Chun Xi decided to take the initiative this time. She deliberately put on a stern expression and said: “Husband, didn’t you promise me you’d drink less from now on? How come you’re drunk again?”

In truth, Shen Qingyuan had been out socializing more these past few days than before, but he’d always been careful—just sipping lightly, never actually getting drunk.

If he were sober, he could have seen that Chun Xi was forcing herself to act stern. But now, drunk as he was, he truly believed she was angry. Feeling guilty, he cautiously tugged at her sleeve: “Wife, don’t be mad. It’s all because His Highness the Crown Prince made me drink. I won’t drink with him again.”

Wait… the Crown Prince?

Wasn’t that their major supporter and benefactor? That couldn’t be offended!

Chun Xi cleared her throat and corrected herself: “Oh, it was His Highness the Crown Prince. Well, then it’s not really forbidden to drink. Did the Crown Prince get drunk too?”

“Probably… in the end, he had to be carried away.”

“….”

Maybe it wasn’t great to have the Crown Prince knocked out drunk.

Chun Xi hesitated, unsure how to respond, when Shen Qingyuan tugged her sleeve again: “Wife, I don’t know why, but I’ve been thinking about you so much today. Are you ready now? Can we… consummate our marriage?”

“…???”

Such an important matter, and he had completely forgotten. Was drunk Shen Qingyuan even the same man as his sober self?

Chun Xi had never seen anyone drunk like this. Shen Qingyuan looked at her so desperately, nothing like his usual calm self—he looked almost pitiful.

But thinking back to last night, when he had insisted she do all the work herself, leaving her so sore her back almost broke, all her pity vanished. She cleared her throat and said: “I’m not ready. We can’t… and why would you worry I’d run away just because I got home a little later?”

Perhaps embarrassed to admit it, Shen Qingyuan fell silent, frowning. Chun Xi pressed on, coaxing gently: “We’re husband and wife. The most important thing is honesty. If you don’t tell me, that means you don’t like me. Then I won’t like you either…”

Before she could finish, Shen Qingyuan reached out and covered her mouth, urgently saying: “I’m telling you, don’t stop liking me.”

Chun Xi blinked in agreement. Shen Qingyuan then continued: “I’m much older than you. I’m afraid you’ll think I’m too old. And I’m dull by nature, I won’t flatter you with sweet words to make you happy. I’m afraid you’ll think I’m not good enough.”

The more Shen Qingyuan spoke, the gloomier he seemed. Chun Xi, however, felt like she had discovered a new world.

So even someone like him could have worries. She had thought that when he said he didn’t mind, or that he liked her, it was just to please her.

Her heart softened completely. She took his hand, quickly kissed him: “I don’t mind your age. And everything you say sounds sweet to me. I like you very much.”

Shen Qingyuan loved hearing that.

Not satisfied with just a fleeting kiss, he cupped her head, seeking more.

Even though his mind had forgotten sober events, his body already had a tacit understanding with Chun Xi. He moved skillfully, igniting the spark between them.

Chun Xi couldn’t help but relax, and in a daze, she heard Shen Qingyuan ask: “Wife… is this okay?”

“Okay?”

This conversation felt eerily familiar.

Suddenly Chun Xi realized—they were still in the carriage. She quickly said: “Not here! We’ll talk at home!”

Then it would be fine at home.

Shen Qingyuan’s eyes darkened, and he told the driver to speed up.

Finally home, Shen Qingyuan carried Chun Xi out of the carriage and briskly headed toward the Wenxin Courtyard. But the doorman caught up: “Young Master, the madam wants to see the young mistress. Please, she must go.”

“No!”

Shen Qingyuan directly refused on Chun Xi’s behalf, his voice hoarse.

The doorman, not taking the hint, persisted: “But the young lady has been kneeling in the madam’s courtyard as punishment. If the young mistress doesn’t go, the madam won’t let her up.”

Chun Xi looked up and tugged at Shen Qingyuan’s sleeve: “Husband, I have to go see her.”

Shen Qingyuan frowned. He was already on edge, exhausted from the journey, and didn’t want to be disturbed. But Chun Xi insisted: “Husband, sister is being punished because of me. I can’t ignore her.”

In the end, Shen Qingyuan relented and went with Chun Xi to the main courtyard.

Inside, Shen Qingchi had been kneeling for a long time, now sunburned and pale, almost collapsing.

Chun Xi hurried to support her, while Shen Qingyuan stormed into the room like a whirlwind.

Madam Mo had prepared herself, ready to scold Chun Xi and assert authority, but didn’t expect Shen Qingyuan to come along.

Even so, Madam Mo was undaunted. She coldly said: “Perfect timing. Look at the good daughter-in-law you married! I kindly let her attend a banquet at the Grand Tutor residence to show her face, and she caused a scene and embarrassed our Hou household. Today, I must…”

Before she could finish, Shen Qingyuan flipped over the tea table next to her.

The force was so great, it nearly smashed her.

Madam Mo was startled. Nanny Jia hurriedly steadied her. Shen Qingyuan didn’t stop there; he grabbed Madam Mo’s favorite Ru porcelain vase and smashed it to pieces.

Madam Mo and Nanny Jia screamed in shock. Nobody expected him to explode like this—especially when she hadn’t even done anything yet.

“Shut up!”

Shen Qingyuan barked coldly, his gaze piercing. Madam Mo and Nanny Jia dared not utter another word.

He said heavily: “Since you can’t raise your daughter properly, then you won’t. From now on, she’s under my care. If you dare interfere again, I’ll send you to a convent to live out your days!”

After saying this, Shen Qingyuan left with Chun Xi and Shen Qingchi.

Madam Mo, still in shock, sent Nanny Jia to check that they had truly gone before she finally wailed: “This ungrateful son! He actually threatened to send me to a convent. Does he have any conscience? His mother died young, and if I hadn’t devoted myself, this family would have fallen apart years ago. I even gave birth to two sons for the Hou family. How can he treat me like this?”

She clutched her chest, crying, but mostly terrified.

After all, Shen Qingyuan was the legitimate eldest son of Marquis Qingyuan. Once he inherited the title, all matters of the Hou household would follow his lead. If he really intended to send Madam Mo to a convent, it wasn’t impossible.

Nanny Jia quickly tried to console her: “Madam, don’t worry. I smell a strong scent of alcohol on the young master. He’s probably drunk again.”

“Drunk words reveal the truth, Nanny Jia! He never cared about me as a stepmother!”

Madam Mo’s eyes blazed with hatred. Nanny Jia was about to speak again when a maid suddenly reported: “Madam, Miss Mo is here.”

“What is she here for? Send her away!”

“Miss Mo says she can help you solve your troubles.”