Underneath A Thousand Skies ✔️

44 Favoring Qie Over Wife (44)

Song Jia stared at the hot pot of chicken, smoked meat, and cabbage in front of her with her chopsticks raised in mid-air. There was also stir-fried spinach with dried shrimp, spiral buns with filling, bean curd stewed with mushrooms, and four cold dishes served on flange plates.

"Wang ye, are all of these for qie?"

Zhao Cheng chuckled. In her letters, and from the reports of his secret guards, it seemed that his wang fei loved to eat. He closed her open mouth with his hand and pushed a bowl of cooked round-grain rice in front of her.

"You're still too thin, you should eat more."

"If qie becomes fat, wang ye should take the blame."

Without another word, Song Jia's chopsticks became a blur as she reached for everything on the dining table. As she ate and ate, her cheeks became puffed up, making her look like a squirrel.

Zhao Cheng couldn't resist laughing, "Jia'er looks cute even while eating."

Aware that she was being teased, Song Jia chewed and swallowed hurriedly. After gulping down a mouthful of tea, she rebuked, "Wang ye, you should eat too."

Zhao Cheng smiled, grabbed her hand that was holding her chopsticks, and placed the shrimp she had just picked up into his mouth. He propped his chin with his hand as he languidly chewed, his dark eyes filled with merriment. After sipping his tea, he said, "I want Jia'er to feed me."

"Wang ye, you have your own hands."

"My hands are too tired from fighting the northern barbarians."

Song Jia directed her eyes at the hands that were squeezing her plump derrière. "They don't seem tired at all though?"

"Jia'er doesn't know that to release tension from tired hands, one must squeeze?" [1]

Song Jia: "..."

So what he means is that he's using her butt as a stress ball?

She resolutely pushed away his hands and sat on the other side of the table. Ignoring his dark look, she continued to peacefully reach out for food here and there.

"If wang ye doesn't eat, there will soon be no food left."

"It's alright, it's better for Jia'er to have more energy." His smile that was not a smile made Song Jia shiver.

She thought he had forgotten, but it turns out that he was only biding his time? Song Jia thought about it, and decided to surrender to her fate. She did not want his bad mood to return again. He was already so gloomy, what if this creates a long-lasting depression? She was still his wife after all. Song Jia decided to stop being unreasonable.

"Then qie will stop being polite."

Song Jia really ate all the dishes by herself.

Zhao Cheng's eyes lit up at her words. It was not that he was so hungry for pleasures of the flesh that he could not wait, but because he was afraid that she did not want his touch. He still remembered Wen Heng Zhi's words.

What if she truly did not care about Bai Mei Lien because in the first place...her heart did not have him inside it?

After their dinner, the two of them separately took a bath. Zhao Cheng wanted to join her, but Song Jia drew the line at this, saying that if he joined her, then she would not let him share her bed. That was enough threat for Zhao Cheng, who reluctantly allowed her to go off with Ruolan and Minglan.

When Song Jia returned inside the room, she saw Zhao Cheng with his back facing her, his hand reaching out for his robe that was hanging on a sandalwood screen. Her eyes traveled from his wide shoulders to his narrow waist, admiring the view. His abdomen was lean and taut with muscles, his arms strong and powerful...

"How long are you going to stare at benwang?" Zhao Cheng's voice had a hint of embarrassment, and he unconsciously used his title to give himself some defensive armor.

Song Jia's lips quirked. She was not like these shy, noble ladies that could only take a passive role. Since he wanted to eat her tofu so badly, shouldn't she do the same?

She lightly signalled all of the servants to go out of the room as she took a step towards Zhao Cheng.

"Why is wang ye putting on clothes for?" She pressed herself against his back as her left hand tugged off the robes that he was holding and flung it off. "Since those things are unneeded."

Zhao Cheng stiffened. With Song Jia being so close to him, he naturally felt the softness behind his back that told him of his wang fei's great assets.

"Is wang fei tempting me?"

Song Jia raised herself on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear, "Wang ye could think of it in whatever way he likes."

Her seduction made the flames of desire within Zhao Cheng grow higher. He turned around and pulled her closer to him, "Provoking me like this, aren't you afraid that you would regret it later?"

He hungered for her for so long. Even Zhao Cheng himself was not sure if he could control himself.

Song Jia was unaware of this. To her, he was only seeking her because Bai Mei Lien couldn't serve him. Since she couldn't reject, then she might as well enjoy herself.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled. "What is there to regret?"

Zhao Cheng did not hesitate. His lips pressed down on hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth, tasting her. Song Jia reciprocated, and their kiss quickly became feverish. She leaned into his embrace, the hot temperature of his hand branding her skin through her clothes.

When Song Jia wanted to pull away, he did not let her go. In a flash, she found out that they were near the bed, and only then did Zhao Cheng let go of her lips to suck her earlobe, licking it in small circles.

He sat down and pulled her to his lap. He readjusted their position and Song Jia ended up straddling him, giving him easier access to her lips. They were so close to each other that she could feel his hardened arousal.

[1] In China, they are often using walnuts or 'hetao' to stimulate blood circulation and exercise the hands. Also could be replaced with wooden balls or marbled stone. They rotate these objects in their hands, regarding it as hand therapy.