CHAPTER 16: CHAPTER 16: THE WEDDING (PART 4)

Song Wei shielded Wen Wan from quite a bit of alcohol. Even with his good tolerance, he was more than half-drunk, and Wen Wan had to help him back.

As they entered the new room, Song Wei collapsed onto the wedding bed.

Wen Wan went to the kitchen to get some warm water. Squatting down, she placed the towel into the wooden basin to soak it, and as if sensing something, she lifted her head to meet Song Wei’s deep, black eyes.

He had already sat up without her noticing, and was watching her.

No matter how calm the gaze, the man had still been drinking, and his pupils were tinged with a layer of intoxication, causing one to feel dazed.

"Tonight is our wedding night. Wanwan, are you afraid?"

As Wen Wan sat up to wipe Song Wei’s face, his distinctively jointed hand naturally grasped her slender wrist, his breath carrying a hint of alcohol.

This was the first time Wen Wan heard him formally call her "Wanwan," a name that seemed to have a special magic, quickly soothing the girl’s anxiety about marrying into an unfamiliar family.

Wen Wan bowed her head, smiled softly, and shook her head.

From their first meeting, he had given her a sense of stability and reliability. Now that sense of stability and reliability was right beside her, and she was not afraid at all.

Song Wei curved his lips, took the towel from her hand, wiped his own face, and threw it back into the basin. Before Wen Wan could bend over to take the basin and pour out the water, he already pulled her into his embrace.

Wen Wan was startled, her heart pounding incessantly. She turned her head, gave him a playful glare, her face flushed beyond measure.

Song Wei’s finger lightly brushed over her brows and eyes, the indulgence in his tone overly apparent, "If you are afraid, then I will wait for you to grow up."

Sixteen years old is neither too old nor too young.

It’s just her naturally petite frame that gives the impression of a "little girl not yet grown up."

Wen Wan never had the thought of marrying without consummating, making her husband wait for her to grow up, or wait for her to adjust.

At that time, she just wanted to escape the fate of being someone’s concubine. Whoever could save her from the misery, she would repay with all her might, giving herself entirely was nothing to her.

Afraid that Song Wei wouldn’t believe her, she steadied herself and proactively reached out to help him undress.

...

The wedding candle inside flickered, illuminating the bridal room brightly.

Song Wei turned his body, his gaze fixed on Wen Wan’s small sleeping face, his eyes somewhat dazed.

He didn’t know how long had passed before he came back to his senses, gently drawing her into his arms.

——

In the early morning, when the red candles had burned out, Wen Wan had already dressed neatly and gotten out of bed.

Even though her stepmother hadn’t taught her, she knew that being in her in-law’s house was different from her own home, and she couldn’t afford to be lazy.

Glancing at Song Wei, who was still sound asleep on the bed, Wen Wan quietly closed the door and headed towards the kitchen, intending to make breakfast for her in-laws.

She discovered Granny Song was already inside as soon as she reached the doorway.

Probably cooking porridge, a strong fragrance wafted from the pot on the stove.

Seeing Wen Wan standing outside the kitchen, Granny Song’s face was as tight as a coffin lid, "It’s not even light yet. Why are you out here instead of staying in the bridal room?"

Wen Wan used sign language to indicate she wanted to make breakfast.

Granny Song didn’t understand, but she could guess her intention and directly waved her away, "Go back, having the new daughter-in-law doing chores this early, do you want people to say I’m harsh on you?"

Wen Wan was sent back to the room by her mother-in-law.

Song Wei hadn’t gotten up yet, but he was already awake. Seeing Wen Wan push the door open and come in, he seemed not surprised at all; a smile played on his lips.

Wen Wan sat dejectedly on the edge of the bed.

Song Wei sat up, hugged her from behind, "Did mother send you back?"

Wen Wan turned her head and looked at him in surprise.

Song Wei: "Isn’t it nice of mother to tell you to come back and get more rest?"

Wen Wan shook her head; she didn’t dare.

She had long heard that the Song family’s mother-in-law was quite sharp-tongued and harsh. If she were to be lazy, she would surely get caught.

It’s just newlywed; if things got ugly, it wouldn’t look good on anyone.

Song Wei chuckled softly, "If you don’t want to sleep, then sit here for a while until it’s light, and then go out for breakfast."

Wen Wan blushed and glared at him.