Chapter 66

Chapter 66

Although Shen Qinglan vented his anger on the spot without any of the demureness expected of a newlywed husband, Mother Han was very satisfied with his performance.

What the Han family needed in a husband or wife was someone who could hold their own. Being a bit fiery, fierce, or even petty and vengeful was fine, but they must never be a pushover.

Shen Qinglan’s straightforward and spicy personality was exactly to Mother Han’s liking.

After exchanging a glance, Second Aunt Han and Third Aunt Han nodded inwardly as well: Da-lang certainly has good taste. This Master Shen is a good choice—naive, perhaps, but he has his ways. His unwillingness to suffer losses matches the Han family to a tee!

With that thought, the three of them spoke to Shen Qinglan with fewer reservations than before.

Second Aunt Han used the meekest tone to say the most formidable words:

“Lan Geer, Da-lang’s Fifth Aunt is just like that. Don’t take it to heart. If anything comes up, it’s best not to let the neighbors see a scene in broad daylight. Later, after dark, we can quietly ‘have a word’ with her…”

Third Aunt Han nodded in agreement: “What Second Aunt says is right. Lan Geer, when you see Fifth Aunt in the future, don’t bother to be polite with her. We’re all family, and you, from an official household, know propriety best. You should ‘teach’ your Fifth Aunt a lesson or two!”

Mother Han’s smile was kind and gentle: “We country folk don’t stand on ceremony. As long as the reasoning is sound, it’s perfectly normal for the younger generation to advise their elders.”

Shen Qinglan blinked: …

So this is what Brother Han meant when he said his parents and aunts were reasonable people.

As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together.

Next, Shen Qinglan chatted with Mother Han and the two aunts, finding them to be kindred spirits—or rather, birds of a feather.

Mother Han was more than pleased with her son’s husband, and even more resentful of Fifth Aunt for causing trouble on the happy occasion.

So, after spending enough time with Shen Qinglan and leaving the bridal chamber, Mother Han immediately went to find her son to tattle, telling Han Zhang all about Fifth Aunt’s mischief.

Mother Han said indignantly: “Da-lang, your Fifth Aunt is really too much. She couldn’t even behave on your wedding day and made things rough for Lan Geer just now. You need to comfort Lan Geer properly tonight. When you make something of yourself in the future, don’t have anything to do with that Fifth Aunt!”

Lan Geer was still a newlywed husband; he must have felt wronged but wouldn’t dare complain to his husband.

She liked Lan Geer so much as her son’s husband that she would put in a bad word on his behalf.

“…”

Upon hearing this, Han Zhang’s face turned dark.

He had been busy earning money to improve the family’s situation, busy studying to adapt to this ancient world, busy courting and marrying his husband, and he hadn’t had time to deal with this impossible Fifth Aunt. Now she actually thought he was easygoing and was climbing over his head.

She dared to cause trouble on the most important day of his life and ruin the image of a perfect family in front of his husband. Well, then don’t blame him for getting tough.

With that thought, Han Zhang decided to put into motion the plan he had already conceived for dealing with Fifth Aunt.

He said to Mother Han: “Mother, please discreetly look into the circumstances of Fifth Aunt’s birth. Her looks, her temperament, her way of thinking… none of it seems to fit our family at all.”

“Even a good bamboo can produce a bad shoot, but Fifth Aunt takes it to the extreme. I suspect she could have been switched at birth.”

If she wasn’t, she’ll be now!

Fifth Aunt, who was clearly dragging them down, should just be cast out of the Han family.

Mother Han was sharp. She immediately caught her son’s implication and her eyes lit up.

This was her son for you—clever and educated.

Why hadn’t she thought of it? You can’t beat or scold a blood relative, but if she wasn’t a real member of the Han family, then there would be no hesitation.

“Son, now that you mention it, I think something’s off too. This is serious. I’ll go talk to Grandma Han right now…”

Mother Han nodded repeatedly, not wanting to waste a moment. She rushed off to gossip with Grandma Han, fishing for specific details about Fifth Aunt’s birth, looking for any angle to cause trouble.

There was no helping it; every time Fifth Aunt came back to her family home, she caused nothing but chaos!

Han Zhang nodded with satisfaction.

Thinking that his new husband must be feeling wronged after being bullied by Fifth Aunt, he was both worried and distressed. He no longer felt like entertaining the guests, especially since there were no important figures present today anyway.

So he quickly excused himself to Grandpa Han, got rid of the alcohol smell on himself, and returned to the room to comfort his husband.

…

“Master Han, why are you back so early? Did something happen outside?”

Qiao Dong and Qiao Xi and the others were surprised to see Han Zhang entering the bridal chamber and asked with concern.

It wasn’t yet time for the wedding night, and their master arriving so early seemed a bit improper.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just missed your master. You may leave. I need to speak with your master.”

Han Zhang waved for the maids and servants in the room to leave.

They hesitated for a moment but withdrew after Shen Qinglan shyly nodded.

With no outsiders left in the room,

Shen Qinglan blushed and looked up at him, a mix of anticipation and nervous shyness: “Brother Han… Brother Han, what do you want to tell me?”

Husband was really too impatient. Even if he missed him, he shouldn’t be in such a rush.

It was still light outside, and if the guests found out he came into the bridal chamber so early, wouldn’t that be embarrassing?

But as he thought this, the happy and expectant expression on his face showed that he was actually pleased.

Han Zhang smiled and walked over: “We’re married now, and you still call me Brother Han? Are you really planning to be brothers with me for life, Qinglan?”

“No! I want to be your husband, Brother Han!”

Shen Qinglan quickly retorted anxiously, then blushed even more under Han Zhang’s teasing gaze. After a moment of thought, he shyly called out in a sweet, coy tone: “Da-lang~”

He had heard his mother-in-law and aunts address him this way. Now that he was a member of the Han family, he should call him the same, right?

The young groom spoke shyly and timidly, his voice dripping with exaggerated sweetness.

A classic scene instantly flashed through Han Zhang’s mind: How had he never noticed how strange this form of address was?

“Cough, cough… Try something else. That’s what everyone in the family calls me. Qinglan, I want a name that’s just ours.”

Han Zhang was choking from his own imagination and quickly asked him to switch.

His husband's cry of "Big Brother" was a bit much for him to handle.

Shen Qinglan had no idea what he was thinking. Hearing that he wanted a special name just for the two of them—how romantic—his face flushed even more, and the look in his eyes toward him grew even more tender and affectionate.

The young man thought for a moment, then shyly called out, "Then... Zhang Lang?"

Han Zhang: "..."

Maybe he should just change his name.

Forget it.

Changing his name was impossible. This name was the only thing his parents, who died young in his previous life, left him. No matter how much others laughed at it, he had to keep it.

To prevent his husband from calling out another ambiguous term of address,

Han Zhang could only pull the person into his arms and take the initiative himself. "Just call me 'husband'! Even though it's not particularly unique, these two words best show the deep affection between a couple."

Shen Qinglan obeyed his words completely and found them very reasonable.

The young man immediately did as he wished, shyly calling him again, "Husband~"

That cute, squeaky little voice of his was sweet enough to melt anyone's heart.

It made Han Zhang feel like he could give his life to the other person!

Indeed, people change.

In the past, he couldn't stand these little coquettish types with their squeaky voices.

But now, Han Zhang felt that his husband's coquettishness was adorable to death. How could his husband be so good at acting cute?

"Husband..."

The atmosphere in the room was too perfect. Han Zhang's mind went fuzzy at that call of "husband" from his partner.

His original purpose of coming to comfort his husband for the grievance he'd suffered was completely forgotten. His hand couldn't help but reach for the young lad's waist, slowly tightening and stroking.

The air suddenly filled with an intimate atmosphere.

Shen Qinglan's face was bright red, but he had read many storybooks. While lacking practical experience in this area, his theoretical knowledge was far greater than that of most young lads!

So, Han Zhang quickly realized that his little husband was even more skilled than he had imagined.

"Husband, today the old maidservant spent a full two hours doing my makeup. She said this look suits me best. Can you tell me if it really looks good?"

The young lad lifted his head, bringing his face close.

"Husband, this headpiece is so heavy. It makes my neck ache. Could you take it off for me, please?"

The young lad took his hand and removed the headpiece from his own head, letting his ink-black hair fall like a waterfall.

"Husband, this wedding gown is so complicated... I can't undo it myself. Could you help me, please?"

The young lad again took his hand and slowly slipped off his own outer robe, leaving only a thin undergarment.

"Husband, I'm a little cold. Could you warm me up, please..."

Finally, the young lad shyly yet boldly placed Han Zhang's hand directly into his own undergarments, his affectionate gaze carrying a hook that seemed to lure souls.

As his palm touched the soft, warm skin beneath, the person in his arms trembled slightly, his whole body blushing hotly.

But in the end, the young lad persisted, leaning in close, pressing against his ear, and whispered in a soft, syrupy voice, "Husband's hands... are so warm."

Boom—

If he could remain unmoved when his beloved was seducing him so thoroughly, he would be a saint.

The string in Han Zhang's mind called "reason" suddenly snapped.

He almost instantly flipped over and pinned the person beneath him, firmly pressing his lips against those lips, eagerly removing the last layer covering his beloved, and then his hand moved downward...

"Hey... wait... wait... husband, I..."

Feeling the hand moving toward that area, the young lad who had been so bold just moments ago blushed bright red again. His courage in seduction instantly vanished, and he shrank back, flustered and panicked, trying to avoid this embarrassing action.

Oh heavens, was this what it was like between two husbands? That's not how the storybooks described it!

But it was too late for regrets.

The man, already aroused by his prey, had no intention of stopping. Soon, the room filled with low moans and delicate moans intertwined, along with cries that sounded like weeping and pleas of ecstasy.

"Mm... husband... slower... slower..."

The candlelight flickered, and the shadows of their intertwined figures danced intensely on the wall.