TSWPF -Chapter 168 Punishment

It took almost half an hour before Liu Zhimou finally returned, dragging his feet.

Li Qingling had been waiting and waiting, almost dozing off.

He sat at the edge of the bed, reached out, and shook her gently awake, telling her to go take a bath.

She had been tired all day, and still in her wedding dress. If she went straight to sleep like this, it would be very uncomfortable.

Li Qingling slowly opened her eyes, still groggy, and seeing him, asked in a hazy voice, “Are you done already? So fast?”

“…?”

What did she mean by that?

He didn’t know whether to be angry—or even more angry.

Liu Zhimou rubbed his eyebrows and hummed, “I’ve already prepared the hot water for you. Go take a bath quickly!”

Li Qingling slowly sat up, shook her head, and finally fully woke up.

“All right…”

She tried to get out of bed, but her foot caught the hem of her wedding dress. The weight caused her to pitch forward.

Just as she was about to fall, Liu Zhimou was startled and quickly reached out, pulling her back.

And that’s how the accident happened…

Her lips smashed directly into his jaw. He was fine, but she bore the brunt of it.

Her teeth had bitten her lips, drawing blood…

“Ugh… it hurts…”

Li Qingling held her lips, tears welling in her eyes, pitifully calling out.

That bump really hurt.

“Let me see, are you hurt?” Liu Zhimou slightly pushed her back, anxiously taking her hand to examine it. Seeing the blood on her lips, his brows furrowed. “It’s bleeding. Drink some water.”

He pulled her to sit on a chair, poured a glass of water, and held it to her lips so she could rinse her mouth.

Following his hand, Li Qingling sipped a few mouthfuls of water, washing away the metallic taste of blood, and then shook her head, saying she didn’t need more.

Liu Zhimou told her to stay still, lifted her lips, and saw a small cut on her lower lip. Fortunately, it wasn’t big—it would heal in a few days.

It would just make eating a bit troublesome in the meantime.

“Let’s put some medicine on it. That’ll help it heal faster,” he said, moving to get the ointment.

Li Qingling reached out and held his hand, shaking her head, “It’s just a small cut. It’ll be fine in a couple of days. No need for medicine.”

The medicine smelled awful. She didn’t want to put it on her lips—it would be inconvenient.

Unable to argue further, Liu Zhimou could only nod helplessly and warned her to watch her step so she wouldn’t fall again.

If he hadn’t pulled her just now, she would have been seriously hurt.

Thinking of this, he saw her stand and reached out to pick her up—planning to carry her to the bathroom?

He was afraid she might step on the hem of her wedding dress again.

“No, no, Brother Zhimou, please put me down. I can go myself,” she said. She had just slipped by accident.

Seeing her kicking lightly, clearly not wanting to be carried, he could only reluctantly set her down. He asked again if she could manage on her own.

“I can. I’ll be careful this time,” Li Qingling lifted her dress hem. “See? This way I won’t step on it.”

Liu Zhimou looked at her, and only after seeing that she truly wouldn’t fall did he respond.

Li Qingling soaked in the bath until her skin was wrinkled, then dressed and came out. The moment she entered the room, she saw Liu Zhimou leaning against the headboard reading.

The final exams were coming soon; he was making the most of his time to review.

She didn’t disturb him, sitting at the vanity to let down her hair and comb it straight before returning to the bed.

“You’ve been too tired today. Get some rest early,” she said.

Hearing this, Liu Zhimou smiled, closed the book, and tucked it under the pillow.

“All right. Sleep…” He scooted his feet to let her get under the covers.

As soon as Li Qingling lay down, he reached over, pulling her into his embrace. The sudden movement made her body stiff—she had never slept being held by anyone, and it took her a moment to get used to it.

He gently patted her back and softly said, “Sleep.”

After a while, she gradually relaxed, found a comfortable position in his arms, and gently closed her eyes.

She had truly been exhausted today, and before long, she fell asleep.

Hearing her even breathing, Liu Zhimou knew she was asleep. Tenderness crossed his eyes, and he kissed her forehead, whispering, “Good night.”

The next morning, Li Qingling’s internal clock woke her on time. Opening her eyes, she saw Liu Zhimou right in front of her and was momentarily dazed—why was he here?

Still groggy, she hadn’t yet remembered that she had married Liu Zhimou the day before.

Frowning, she reached out to push him—but pushed too hard. With a bang, Liu Zhimou fell off the bed.

The deep sleeper was thus abruptly woken.

Opening his eyes, he saw Li Qingling, looking guilty with her head down.

“Qing’er, you…” Was she kicking him off the bed while sleeping?

“Brother Zhimou, how are you on my bed?” Li Qingling, feeling she should preemptively defend herself, shouted at him.

But the moment she said that, Liu Zhimou’s expression darkened. He climbed up from the floor, sat at the edge of the bed, and squinted at her in a way that made her heart race.

She… she could feel that he was angry.

Timidly, she glanced at him and muttered, “It’s your fault anyway. Who told you to climb onto my bed?”

She had only meant to wake him gently. Who knew her strength would be just a little too much, accidentally pushing him off.

This… really wasn’t her fault.

Hearing this, Liu Zhimou’s face darkened even more. A cold aura emanated from him, making Li Qingling shiver and hug her arms, not daring to speak.

Angering a man first thing in the morning was terrifying.

Staring at the top of her head, Liu Zhimou gritted his teeth and said slowly, word by word: “Th…is…is…our…bed…” What do you mean “climb onto my bed”? Did she forget they got married yesterday?

“What?” Our bed?

Seeing that Li Qingling still looked confused, Liu Zhimou sighed, rubbed her head, and spoke helplessly, “Little scatterbrain, we got married yesterday. Forget?”

She could forget something so important? Truly asking for a beating.

Uh… she… really hadn’t fully woken up yet and had genuinely forgotten.

Oh no, she not only pushed him off the bed but also accused him of climbing onto her bed—no wonder he was so upset.

Knowing when to yield…

Li Qingling immediately looked up at Liu Zhimou, smiling to appease him. “Hehe, I remember. How could I forget?” She tentatively held his hand. “Husband, let’s get up!”

Hearing her call him “husband,” Liu Zhimou’s anger melted away.

Filled with joy, he pinched her nose playfully and looked at her expectantly. “Say it again…” He wanted to hear her call him husband one more time.

This time, Li Qingling pretended to be silly again, smiling, and said, “Brother Zhimou…” She had only called him that before to appease him. If she had to say “husband” again, she couldn’t. She still preferred calling him Brother Zhimou.

“…?” This little girl was pretending to be silly again.

Who knew if pretending to be angry again would even work?

“Brother Zhimou, go wash up first. I’ll come after a while,” she said, turning him slightly and nudging him, urging him to go.

Liu Zhimou clearly understood her little plan, and simply didn’t expose her.

After he went to wash, Li Qingling quickly changed clothes and tidied the bed before going to find him.

Once they finished making breakfast together, the old man and the children woke up.

Li Qingning, seeing Li Qingling’s cut lip, frantically asked, “Sister, how did your lips get cut?” She sucked in a bit of saliva. When she had bitten her own lips before, eating was very painful.

Sister had been so careless to bite her lips.

Before Li Qingling could answer, Li Qingfeng covered Li Qingning’s mouth with his hand.

“You’re still young. Some things, you’ll only understand when you grow up.”

“…?” Li Qingling glanced at Li Qingfeng, half-smiling, and asked, “Hmm? Xiaofeng knows what?”

Li Qingfeng stepped back a few steps with Li Qingning, looked at her, then at Liu Zhimou behind her, and said nothing—but his expression conveyed everything.

“…?” This precocious little brat—how could someone so young know such things?

She had thought he was just a child who knew nothing.

“It happened because I accidentally bumped my lips last night,” she emphasized heavily.

Li Qingfeng nodded repeatedly, saying he understood.

These things… sister would definitely be embarrassed to say. Whatever she said, he would just nod. He didn’t want to make her feel awkward.

Li Qingling: “…?”

Understand what, exactly…

The old man looked at her with a teasing glint in his eyes, patted Li Qingfeng’s head, and jokingly said, “You’re just too honest. Knowing things doesn’t mean you have to say them!”

Her sister was sensitive. If he blurted it out, of course she would be upset.

“…?” Li Qingling felt increasingly mortified.

If she had bitten her lip, that would have been understandable—she couldn’t deny it. But the truth was, she had only bumped it…

Why didn’t anyone believe her?

And to make it worse, they kept scanning back and forth between her and Liu Zhimou with those ambiguous looks…

This was too much…

She took a deep breath, about to defend her innocence.

“Qing’er…” Liu Zhimou called her with a smile, stopping her mid-sentence. “Go bring the breakfast. It’ll get cold.”

“All right…” Li Qingling shot a warning glance at Li Qingfeng before carrying breakfast over.

Forget it, let them think whatever they want! She was already married anyway.

Liu Zhimou glanced at Li Qingfeng and the others and said calmly, “After breakfast, I’ll check your homework.” His name was not to be bullied casually.

Dare to bully her, and you’d better be prepared.

As soon as he said this, Li Qingfeng and Li Zhiyan wailed.

Oh no, they were definitely going to be punished severely.