PFC Chapter 560 The Republic-era Miss Who Admitted Her Mistake to Her Arranged Marriage (The End)
Chapter 560 The Republic-era Miss Who Admitted Her Mistake to Her Arranged Marriage (The End)
Shen Juncang hadn't thought about the past for a long time.
Perhaps it was because Mu Zhou had been so good to him all these years that he thought Mu Zhou had always loved him.
So much so that they forgot that when Mu Zhou married him in the first place, it was out of necessity.
Everything was due to his silent coercion.
Seven-year marriage.
During his time studying abroad, he had heard a saying that couples would experience a hurdle after seven years.
It's known as the seven-year itch.
Now, will he and Mu Zhou also have to go through this?
Shen Yucang instantly recalled Mu Zhou's impatience with him and his occasional disdain during this period.
She was no longer as proactive with him as before.
Could it be that she really has other ideas?
Shen Yuncang panicked for a moment, then hugged Mu Zhou tightly in his arms, his eyes sharp.
He won't let go.
The next day, Mu Zhou woke up feeling lethargic and unwilling to move.
Shen Yucang was quite well-behaved last night; she said she was sleepy and didn't bother her.
She's become increasingly lazy in recent years. Occasionally, when she's in the mood, she'll take the initiative, but basically, she just waits to be served.
So sometimes when Shen Yucang pestered her, she would half-heartedly give in.
Anyway, she can enjoy it too.
However, Mu Zhou didn't think much of it.
Just as she was about to get up, Shen Zhoucang returned from outside. Dressed in military uniform, he bent down and picked Mu Zhou up, carrying her towards the bathroom.
"Why bother? I can manage by myself."
Mu Zhou said this, but she didn't struggle. Instead, she obediently wrapped her arms around his neck.
Shen Yucang's military uniform was cold and stiff, and the badge on his chest was pressing against Mu Zhou's cheek.
She shifted, avoiding the badge, and buried it back into Shen Yucang's shoulder.
Shen Yucang noticed her every move and expression.
He carefully observed her every move.
One day, Mu Zhou finally realized that something was wrong.
"Why have you been so free lately?"
Shen Yucang seems to have been hovering around her these past few days, and he's always secretly observing her.
It seemed as if something was brewing.
Finally, as Mu Zhou was about to wash up, she noticed Shen Yucang's faint gaze once again, so she grabbed his collar and went into the bathroom.
Shen Yuncang never resisted or guarded against her, so Mu Zhou easily pushed him into the bathtub that was already filled with water.
With a "plop," Shen Yucang, still wearing his military uniform, sank into the water.
Following closely behind, Mu Zhou also went inside.
Shen Yucang hurriedly put his large hand around her waist, afraid that she would fall.
The splashing water soaked Mu Zhou's cheeks and hair. She blinked, her eyes growing increasingly hazy.
She sat on Shen Yucang's lap, pressing her hand against his chest to prevent him from getting up.
"do not move."
Her voice was melodious, sounding both coquettish and commanding.
Shen Yucang was always the one giving orders, so being ordered around like this made him feel both curious and excited.
Mu Zhou's fingertips slowly traced Shen Hucang's collar, unbuttoning it one button at a time.
This was the first time she had ever been so bold while sober.
As she moved, Shen Huocang felt a chill run down his spine.
His muscles were sometimes tense, and sometimes completely relaxed as he leaned back in the bathtub.
His eyes and brows were filled with lust, and he clenched his teeth tightly.
He watched as Mu Zhou leaned closer to him, and couldn't resist tilting his chin up to kiss her.
But she pressed her fingertips against his lips.
"No."
She smiled, her face as beautiful as a flower.
But his hands never stopped moving.
Shen Yucang's eyes darkened, his breathing became increasingly unsteady, and the unbearable pressure in his heart was about to burst forth.
His will was almost completely crushed.
Only then did Mu Zhou gently press her lips to his:
"What's been wrong with you lately?"
Her sweet and alluring voice was captivating, and Shen Yucang didn't resist much before revealing his deepest fears.
Do you want to leave me?
His voice was hoarse and unsteady.
Mu Zhou was taken aback, tilting his head in confusion:
"Why do you think so?"
Shen Yuncang stared intently at her, gritting his teeth and refusing to utter a sound.
Helpless, Mu Zhou could only continue kissing the corner of his lips, gently rubbing them:
"Huh? Why?"
Shen Juncang took a heavy breath.
"You've been very impatient with me lately."
"And they almost never take the initiative anymore."
"Moreover, you've become increasingly indifferent to me, and no matter how much I annoy you, you've never hit me again."
He recounted Mu Zhou's "crimes" word by word.
Mu Zhou stood there dumbfounded.
The reason I slapped him before was simply because he was too presumptuous; he always acted as if he wanted to devour her completely.
Later, he toned it down a bit, and naturally, she stopped hitting him.
Why is he suddenly feeling nostalgic...?
So, he feels insecure?
Helpless, Mu Zhou bent down, wrapped her arms around his neck, and hugged him tightly.
By this time, both of them were completely soaked.
"Shen Juncang, we've been married for seven years."
"...But you didn't want to marry me back then."
Shen Juncang has been a domineering person since childhood. If he likes something, he will take it by force.
This is his life principle.
But now, when talking about these things, I feel a little aggrieved.
Mu Zhou couldn't help but smile, and whispered in his ear:
"I'm willing, I'm willing."
Shen Yucang froze for a moment, then rolled over and pinned Mu Zhou beneath him, his forehead pressed against hers:
"Mu Zhou, you can't lie to me."
His face, usually flushed with lust, now held a serious expression.
Mu Zhou took the initiative to kiss his lips in response.
The next moment, Shen Yucang returned the kiss fiercely.
Mu Zhou's voice shattered instantly.
A lot of water splashed out of the bathtub...
When Mu Zhou came out of the bathroom, she felt weak and leaned limply on Shen Yucang's shoulder.
Shen Tuocang, on the other hand, felt refreshed and invigorated.
His face still bore the familiar handprint.
He placed her on the bed, looked at Mu Zhou's sleeping face, and thought of the promise she had just made.
His heart softened, and he lowered his head to kiss her again and again.
*
When Mu Zhou woke up again, he felt dizzy and lightheaded.
In the previous world, after she and Shen Zhecang made their relationship public, he became increasingly shameless.
They continued like this, bickering all the way until they grew old together.
And this dimension...
Mu Zhou barely opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings.
She was lying on the sofa at home.
Today is the first day the original owner got her marriage certificate. This is not her rented room, but her husband's house.
She held her phone, the screen displayed on a chat interface named "Xu Ran".
Since it was past the other person's closing time, the original owner asked when the other person would get off work.
An hour later, the other party coldly replied to her:
Busy, uncertain.
This is her new husband.
The original owner wanted to tell him that he had a fever and felt unwell, but he couldn't bring himself to speak.
Because she knew perfectly well that her husband did not love her.
She was just a tool.
It was a tool for her husband to take revenge on others.
So even though she was burning up and couldn't move, she chose to endure it and fell into a deep sleep after taking a few fever-reducing pills.
But Mu Zhou didn't want to endure it.
She quickly typed a message, then closed her eyes and stopped replying no matter what the other person sent.
Half an hour later, there was a noise in the entryway, and the door was closed lightly.
It was already dark, and the lights inside were not on.
In the dimly lit room, a tall figure slowly approached the sofa.
The man lowered his eyes and looked down at Mu Zhou, who was curled up on the sofa.