She was too lazy to clean up after dressing up as a villain heroine

Chapter 415 The fickle woman

Maybe these two people have already reached some kind of cooperation behind the scenes.

"Why do you think so?" Han Zheng felt the warm knuckles inadvertently slide across his Adam's apple. He couldn't help swallowing, his voice slightly hoarse. "Tang An Ning has always been well-behaved... Now that she's married, she even came to you to recuperate, hoping to give the Second Prince a child soon..."

He subconsciously wanted to grab her rebellious hand and make her behave herself, but deep down he was greedy for this moment of intimacy and ultimately couldn't bear to push it away.

It's a rare occasion for his wife to tease him.

Although she always looks domineering and arrogant in daily life, she is not so active and open in bed.

Most of the time he was in charge and she had her way.

Therefore, every time she took the initiative, it was enough to make his heart surge and he could hardly control himself.

It’s a pity...her injury hasn’t healed yet.

It's really abominable that he is fanning the flames so recklessly but is unable to put out the fire for him.

"Who said she's following the rules? That's just an appearance." Qiao Zhenzhen snorted coldly, "Have you forgotten that after she was granted marriage, she still dared to come to you and ask you to cancel the engagement in front of the emperor so that she could marry her?"

There was a hint of something unclear in his tone, and he snorted:

"Such a bold idea would put even me to shame. And you still say she's a law-abiding woman? You men are the most easily deceived by such a gentle and delicate woman."

Han Zheng finally endured the pain and held her "evil" fingers, lowered his head and smiled as he kissed the back of her hand: "I haven't forgotten, I remember everything."

Qiao Zhenzhen pulled out her hand, and her fingertips faintly brushed across his palm.

"She's even blocked your way home more than once... I really admire her courage."

Satirical and gossipy.

Qiao Zhenzhen has always believed that no matter who the other person is, you should take their path and leave them with no way out.

As a human being, you need to know how to adapt.

After all, Tang An Ning was his former white moonlight, even though that moonlight has long been covered in dust and gray in Han Zheng's heart.

But that's human nature. People are always reluctant to admit that they have made a mistake.

To completely blacken the residual image in his heart, he needs to do it step by step and subtly.

Han Zheng suddenly moved closer to her, lowered his eyes slightly, and stared deeply into her light amber pupils.

The warm breath brushed across her tender cheek, bringing with it a lingering itch.

He laughed softly, his voice slow and deep: "Are you jealous?"

Qiao Zhenzhen wanted to turn her head away, but changed her mind and raised her chin instead, moving a little closer to him.

"A little bit." Her voice was soft, but every word was clear. "I don't like hearing her name from you."

His gaze dropped down and rested on her lips, which had regained their color after several days of recuperation and were as soft and crystal clear as petals.

Then he slowly moved closer, inch by inch, and finally kissed her.

The kiss was gentle at first, then gradually deepened, and the lingering kiss seemed to have the power to swallow her into his stomach.

Han Zheng used great self-control to barely suppress the thoughts surging in his mind.

He tugged at the hem of his robe uncomfortably, his voice hoarse, "Then from now on, I will just call her Concubine Tang."

Qiao Zhenzhen leaned in his arms, breathing lightly, her cheeks flushed like the sunset.

Sure enough, there is a reason why some companies explicitly prohibit office romances.

They were talking about serious business, why did they kiss?

If she wasn't injured, she would probably just roll in bed with him to show respect for her body's reaction?

Forget it, where were we just now?

Oh, Tang Anning and Qin Shuyue have met a few times recently.

She said it was normal, but in Qiao Zhenzhen's heart, as long as there was a hint of doubt, the matter would have been settled.

She doesn't work in the judicial system, so there's no need for her to provide a complete chain of evidence for every matter.

She wanted to meet Wei Yunzhi and find out if there had been any disturbances in the Guanghua Temple's Child-Seeking Hall in the following years.

But on second thought, I felt something was wrong——

In Wei Yunzhi's eyes, she was the reborn Mo Yuying. What he knew, there was no reason for her not to know.

Never mind, that man is too smart.

Don't try to test it, but end up exposing your past as a wandering soul in another world.

"Aunt Lu..." Qiao Zhenzhen mused, "It seems like it's just a coincidence."

Han Zheng's style of doing things is different from hers. He pays more attention to evidence.

After investigation, all signs seem more like coincidences.

But too much of a coincidence often means it is not a coincidence.

He just couldn't find the evidence to support his intuition.

His rough palm gently stroked Qiao Zhenzhen's soft hair. Han Zheng suppressed the desire that surged again, and his voice gradually returned to a steady state:

"Although I can't find the connection between them, I have already sent people to secretly monitor them. If this matter is really related to Aunt Lu, and she didn't achieve her goal this time, there is no guarantee that she won't make a second move."

After all, she is the concubine of the Marquis's Mansion. You can't arrest her based on mere speculation.

Eyes rolling, Qiao Zhenzhen lowered her eyes: "Well, I believe you will protect me."

Han Zheng tightened his arms and wrapped her completely.

Never let her be in such danger again.

-

Because of the stupid thing that Concubine Zhang did during the autumn hunt, Wei Yunzhi temporarily withdrew most of his forces from Shangjing City.

It was several days later that the news network closed and I learned about the incident at Guanghua Temple.

Aji bowed and reported the results of the investigation.

"...Princess Fuhui was injured in the shoulder, but fortunately she survived."

Having said this, he paused for a moment, his eyes quietly swept upwards and glanced at his master.

Wei Yunzhi paused as he stroked his bandaged left hand and said in a low voice, "Continue."

Aji reported the whole story one by one.

Wei Yunzhi's handsome face became gloomy, and even the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye seemed to have darkened a little.

A cold sneer escaped from his thin lips:

"Do you love him that much? Even though you were injured like that, you couldn't wait to rush to the palace... to plead for him."

Once upon a time, this love belonged to him.

He lowered his eyes and stared at his left hand - it was broken by her own hands.

His thin lips touched the gauze and gave an almost devout kiss.

That posture, obsessed and twisted, makes people feel chilled.

Aji held his breath and said nothing, feeling that his master's illness might have worsened.

Didn’t he used to look down on the young lady of the Mo family and say that others were as stupid as pigs?

Now that she has been married for some time, he still can't forget her and keeps pestering her, even having his fingers broken by her.

Although Aji did not see the scene with his own eyes, it was not difficult for him to imagine it - the master must have intended to use force, but was subdued by the other party.

Tsk tsk, that Miss Mo is really fierce.

It’s strange to say, Miss Mo really seems like a different person compared to before.

Now, this dignified and noble Princess Fuhui dares to speak loudly in front of her master and engage in a back-and-forth exchange of views. Where is there any trace of the weak girl who used to blush and lower her head and even speak incoherently when she saw her master?

Women's hearts are indeed fickle.

When I love you, I regard you as an immortal in the clouds.

When I don’t love you, I treat you worse than a blade of grass on the roadside.