Wedding Night! A Regretful Marriage to Her Disabled Rival!

Chapter 127: He Pushed Her

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Gu Qingcheng’s lips curved into crescents as she smiled, her eyes reflecting her amusement at Huo Sicheng’s words.

Huo Sicheng’s playful remark elicited laughter from her.

He dared her to do something, and despite the years that had passed, he understood her well enough to predict her reactions.

She might not challenge him with words, but if provoked, she was willing to take bold actions.

With a hint of anger, she picked up the food in front of Huo Sicheng, her tone laced with annoyance. “I put so much effort into cooking for you, only for it to go to waste. If you don’t eat it, you’re to blame.”

Huo Sicheng’s eyes had lit up when he learned she was cooking for him, and he grasped her wrist. His handsome face tensed as he took the food from her and set it on the table.

The tension in the room escalated, “How dare you!”

“Are you scared?” Gu Qingcheng retorted, her voice bold. “I’ve always been fearless.” She attempted to pull her hand away, but Huo Sicheng’s grip tightened, his expression angry. “Let go, you brute!”

Huo Sicheng’s arm encircled her, pulling her close despite her struggles.

Though she resisted within his embrace, he held her firmly, a determined glint in his eyes.

“Huo Sicheng, release me.”

A gasp escaped Huo Sicheng’s lips, his pale face revealing his pain.

“It hurts!” Gu Qingcheng said, although Huo Sicheng’s pain rendered him almost immobile. She suppressed her discomfort to avoid causing him further agony.

His aggressive kiss softened gradually, heating the atmosphere in the room as it transitioned from intense to tender.

When they finally parted, their proximity had raised the room’s temperature, leaving a lingering sense of intimacy.

Huo Sicheng finally released Gu Qingcheng, who leaned against him weakly, catching her breath.

As he gazed at her blushing face and swollen lips, his eyes softened, and he gently kissed the corner of her mouth.

All that remained was her mouth, he noted playfully, his voice husky. “Think carefully before you speak.”

Blushing, Gu Qingcheng replied with a seductive glint in her eyes, “Who said I’m worried about you? Don’t get conceited.”

Huo Sicheng’s punishing kiss interrupted her words, taking her by surprise.

She intended to push him away, but the memory of his injuries held her back; any movement might reopen his wounds.

The pain of his bite stung her lips, but his kiss shifted from demanding to tender.

Huo Sicheng broke the kiss only when they were both breathless, leaving Gu Qingcheng feeling dizzy and weak.

With a faint smile, he watched her, his eyes filled with tenderness as she panted against him.

Their moment was interrupted by his teasing words, “Is it so difficult to admit that you care about me?”

Flustered, Gu Qingcheng admitted, “Fine, I worry about you,” a seductive spark lighting her gaze. “Just don’t get too close. You’re depleting my oxygen. Another kiss, and I might faint.”

While her words sounded gentle, her grip on his leg conveyed her underlying strength.

Huo Sicheng winced slightly, helplessness in his eyes as he observed her.

His subtle movement freed his leg from her grasp, and he picked up his chopsticks, offering her food.

“Let’s eat.”

“I can use my hands,” Gu Qingcheng replied stubbornly, declining the food Huo Sicheng was offering. “Let go, I’ll eat by myself.”

He complied, allowing her to take her seat and eat.

Seeing him not eating, she inquired, concerned. Pain flashed in his eyes, reminding her of his injuries.

“I’ll call the doctor to check on you,” she said, placing her chopsticks down.

“You’re in too much pain to eat.”

“No need for the doctor,” Huo Sicheng’s grip on her hand prevented her from leaving for the doctor. “Feed me.”

She raised her voice in disbelief, but his pained expression stopped her from refusing.

“Alright, I’ll feed you,” she relented.

As they sat down, she fed him, his eyes tenderly watching her as she did.

After dinner, the male servant cleared the table. Gu Qingcheng turned to find Huo Sicheng still engrossed in work, forgoing rest.

She admonished him, “Are you in such a hurry to leave this world? I don’t want to be a young widow.”

Taking the document from his hands, she ordered him to rest.

Huo Sicheng knew she cared, even if her words lacked sweetness.

He requested, “Help me to the bed.”

Rolling her eyes playfully, she complied, assisting him to the bed.

“Rest and close your eyes. I’ll be back soon.”

He held her hand gently, his touch affectionate. “I need to talk to Chuyu.”

She pulled her hand away, irritated. “Just say what you want. Don’t touch me.”

She opened the door and found Chu Yu waiting. “Where are the people who came for me?”

“In the living room,” Chu Yu informed her.

“Bring her here,” Huo Sicheng’s voice sounded. “Madam isn’t feeling well, she shouldn’t strain herself.’

“Bringing guests to admire your injured state?” Gu Qingcheng retorted before turning to leave. “I’m not tired. I can walk.”

Chu Yu assured her and left.

Huo Sicheng beckoned Gu Qingcheng closer. “Come here.”

Her eyes lingered on his outstretched hand. Each time he beckoned, a kiss followed.

Recalling his passionate kisses, her cheeks flushed. She responded with a nonchalant, “No.”

“I’m just thirsty,” he teased.

“Your leg’s injured, not your hand,” she replied irritably. “The glass is by your bed. Fetch it yourself.”

Huo Sicheng motioned to his bandaged arm. “My hand’s injured, not broken.”

Amused, Gu Qingcheng glanced at his wounded hand.

Despite his injury, he was still attempting to touch her!

Seeing his pain from being hurt for her, she approached the bed and picked up a glass of water.

Taking a sip, he paused.

Unhappy, Gu Qingcheng asked, “Not drinking any more?”

She had fed him; he should at least finish the water to show his appreciation.

Huo Sicheng’s fiery gaze met hers, his lips parting in a provocative manner. “I’d like to drink water in a different way.”

“How?” Gu Qingcheng asked casually, her interest piqued..