Rebirth of the Dumb Husband and Wife *COMPLETED*

Chapter 67 Asking for help

Yan Cheng tilted his head, leaving a wet light red bite mark on Song Jinshu's pale neck. The surrounding light blue blood vessels made the skin almost transparent.

After a while, Yan Cheng caught Song Jinshu's soft lower lip with passion, grinding the soft flesh a little hard with his teeth, causing Song Jinshu to gasp loud enough to collapse in Yan Cheng's arms.

"Second...Second Master...don't..."

Song Jinshu's slender fingers tightly grasped the fabric of Yan Cheng's back. The bamboo-like bones on his hand stood upright, and the light blue blood vessels bulged, making a person wanton for more.

"... what did you call me?"

Yan Cheng gasped slightly and lifted the robe around Song Jinshu's waist with one finger. The cold fingertips touched the delicate skin on his waist, which made Song Jinshu arch and put himself straight into Yan Cheng's arms.

The sound of saliva intertwined could be heard. Song Jinshu raised his head from Yan Cheng's arms with a bit of difficulty. He got frightened by the sound of breaking porcelain bottles outside the pavilion.

"Who?"

Yan Cheng hugged Song Jinshu tightly in a protective manner, and his hand on Song Jinshu's spine was clenched into a fist, with blue veins popping out, as he was ready for an attack.

"Second... second brother, second sister-in-law..."

Yan Ze walked out from the railing at the back of the pavilion, and when he saw Yan Cheng's eyes that seemed to want to burn him alive, he shrank his shoulders and subconsciously wanted to move closer to Song Jinshu.

"Stop! right there."

Yan Cheng swept it away, and the porcelain cups placed randomly on the stone table in the small pavilion were swept to the ground, making a crisp cracking sound.

Yan Ze's face turned pale and he stood frozen on the spot.

"Second brother!"

From his angle, he saw Song Jinshu huddled in Yan Cheng's arms, bending over with his hands in front of him. He looked carefully and saw that the clothes in front of Song Jinshu's lower abdomen formed a bump.

Song Jinshu is pregnant!?

Yan Ze's expression changed rapidly, and finally, he forced an ugly smile to look at Yan Cheng's guarded eyes again.

"Second brother, you scared me."

Yan Cheng was not fooled by his harmless appearance at all. He took Song Jinshu by the wrist and pulled him behind him, covering him completely so that Yan Ze couldn't even see a corner of Song Jinshu's clothes.

Yan Cheng is particularly overbearing when he is not smiling, his sword-shaped eyebrows are slightly furrowed as if to cause a mountain rain if wronged.

"Would someone who could kick his own child away can be frightened?"

Yan Ze had no way to defend himself, so he bit his lip and looked as if he was misunderstood and sad by his brother.

"I...I was too scared at the time... I really didn't want to..."

"Okay!"

Yan Cheng swept his sleeves without giving Yan Ze another look, picked up Song Jinshu, and strode towards the yard. Yan Ze still stopped in place, his eyes following Yan Cheng's back closely, like a poisonous snake crawling out of a cold hideout, his eyes were too vicious for a mere sixteen-year-old boy.

The development of things has far exceeded his expectations. He did not expect that Song Jinshu would become pregnant with Yan Cheng's child so soon. It was obvious that Yan Cheng had no feelings for Song Jinshu before. What went wrong?

Yan Ze casually picked off the roses planted outside the pavilion. The thin thorns on the stems pricked the palm of his hand. The slight tingling sensation gave him a strange excitement.

Yan Ze casually threw the crushed petals in his hand, then trampled on them and left the pavilion with their juice staining the soles of his shoes.

The old housekeeper had been waiting outside his room for a long time. When he saw him coming back, he bent down and took off his dusty robe for him.

"Where did the young master go... to play again?"

With a hesitant look on his face and gloomy eyebrows, Yan Ze took out a letter from his sleeve pocket and handed it to the old housekeeper.

"Send it to Wang's house in the north of the city and tell him to advance the plan."

The old housekeeper stiffened, and the hand holding the envelope couldn't stop shaking.

"What's wrong?" Yan Ze turned a blind eye to the fear in his eyes and glanced at the flawless sleeves of his robe casually, "Brother Xiuzhang and I had a good chat."

Xiuzhang is the youngest son of the old housekeeper.

The old housekeeper didn't dare to hesitate anymore. He stuffed the envelope into his robe and ran out of the house with his body hunched over.

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Song Jinshu was startled by Yan Ze in the pavilion. When he returned to the room, his lower abdomen ached, and sweat stains left glistening faintly on his forehead.

Yan Cheng's face turned even uglier. If Song Jinshu hadn't wanted him to leave and had to pull his sleeves to sleep, he would have gone to the outer courtyard to take Yan Ze out and beat him up for good.

But before Song Jinshu could sleep peacefully, the servant guarding the gate hurried into the courtyard, and his footsteps could be heard clearly across the corridor. Song Jinshu frowned and turned over. He opened his eyes sleepily and looked at Yan Cheng, whose face turned dark as if someone had broken in.

"Be good, keep sleeping."

Yan Cheng's movements were gentle, and he gently patted the top of Song Jinshu's hair, and gently rubbed the side of his cheek with his fingertips.

The servant only stopped when he reached the door. He knocked anxiously and informed Yan Cheng .

"Outside the door... there was a man outside the door who claimed to be a guard of Prince Duan's palace and asked to see him. There was also a man with white hair beside him. He said that the prince promised to do him a favor and came to the prince to fulfill his promise."

When Song Jinshu heard this, he got up from his bed. Yan Cheng was afraid that he would fall off the bed, so he quickly stretched out his hand to stop his waist and brought him into his arms.

"It's the Princess!?"

Yan Cheng remained silent and asked the servant guarding the door to let him in and invite him to the front hall to wait on him.

Song Jinshu's right eyelid twitched so much that he was so panicked that he hurried outside without even putting on his outer robe. With a dark face, Yan Cheng took his wife into his arms, carefully tied all the buttons and ribbons, and then led the person out slowly.

The person sitting in the front hall was indeed Liu Cong, with bruises on his face for some reason, as if he had been beaten hard on the ground. Seeing Song Jinshu and Yan Cheng coming out, Liu Cong stood up from his chair. His movements were so violent that he pulled the wound on his face and grinned, but it also affected the wound on his face. His expression looked very funny for a moment.

Song Jinshu's eyes fell on the man next to him who was holding a pillow with white hair and muttering something. When he saw someone coming, the man raised his head and looked at this side curiously, then stood up and walked to Song Jinshu's side. before.

He raised the pillow in front of Song Jinshu like a child showing off, and said in a childish tone, "Look, this is my baby."

Facing the familiar face, Song Jinshu's eyes widened in disbelief, and he turned to look at Liu Cong as if he wanted to hear a negative answer from his mouth.

Liu Cong only glanced and turned his head away. The tip of his nose was sore, his eyes were red and he was about to shed tears, and his voice got choked.

"This is... Princess..."