In the new room of the Zhao Family next door, the veil covering Gu Mei’s head had been lifted, and Suo Zhu had gone outside to entertain guests. She sat alone on the bridal bed, deliberately blushing with shyness.
Having experienced several men in her past life, her mindset could never be like that of a truly new bride.
The surrounding young ladies and wives were discussing, "The bride is so pretty."
"Suo Zhu is lucky."
At the door of the new room, a large group of young men were jostling, craning their necks to look inside.
They also wanted to see the bride, but by custom, men could not enter the bridal chamber.
Jiang Erlang stood at the front of the crowd and looked over the heads of the young ladies and wives inside, seeing Gu Mei sitting on the bed.
Gu Mei, like Gu Yunjiao, had a complexion as fair and pink as the Li clan’s.
Fair skin concealed many flaws, and coupled with youth, although Gu Mei’s features weren’t as striking as Gu Yunjiao’s, she could still be considered a village beauty.
Not to mention, the reborn Gu Mei carried the charm of a young wife, making her exceptionally alluring.
Jiang Erlang felt that Gu Mei was more beautiful than any woman he had ever seen. He gazed at Gu Mei intensely, as if his eyes were devouring her whole.
Gu Mei sensed something, raised her head slightly, and met Jiang Erlang’s gaze.
Her heart flustered, and she quickly lowered her head, not daring to look again.
For a moment, Gu Mei’s mind was filled with memories from her past life. She shook her head vigorously, trying to dispel those images from her mind.
The wedding banquet dispersed after nightfall.
Sun chased out all the young men who wanted to make a ruckus or eavesdrop on the bridal chamber.
Jiang Erlang was also driven out.
He wandered aimlessly like a headless fly around his own yard for a while, then suddenly ran to the northeast corner of the yard and squatted there.
The laughter and conversation of the Zhao Family relatives next door drifted into Jiang Erlang’s ears.
As the night deepened, the noise next door gradually quieted down.
No one knew how long had passed before Jiang Erlang, crouching in the corner, finally heard Sun’s cheerful voice, "Suo Zhu, it’s getting late; you should rest with your wife."
"Alright." Suo Zhu agreed simply, followed by the sounds of a door opening and closing.
Jiang Erlang’s heart felt like it was being clawed at by a cat. He endured for quite a while before he stood up, climbed onto the yard wall, and with a little effort, flipped over it.
The lights in the Zhao Family yard had already been extinguished, and only the windows of a room to the west were glowing slightly.
Jiang Erlang knew that was Suo Zhu’s new room.
He circled the yard wall to the back and stood under the window for a while, then boldly wet his fingertip with some saliva, gently pressed it against the window paper, and made a small hole in it instantly.
Jiang Erlang placed his eye to the small hole and looked inside.
Inside, two dragon-phoenix candles as thick as wine glasses were burning, illuminating the room brightly. But the window faced the back of the bed, and the red bed curtain blocked the view; Jiang Erlang could only see shadows cast on the curtain.
He heard Suo Zhu’s voice, "Mei Er, let’s—let’s rest."
Gu Mei said softly, "Alright~"
Then the two shadows on the bed curtain overlapped and fell onto the bed.
Jiang Erlang could not see more, feeling anxious, so he boldly moved forward along the wall.
Fortunately, no one in the Zhao Family thought to eavesdrop, and the yard was quietly empty.
Jiang Erlang pierced the window paper on the front window, put his eye to the hole, and looked inside.
This time, the view was perfectly clear.
He saw Suo Zhu starting to undress Gu Mei.
Jiang Erlang’s breathing unknowingly became heavy.