87: Chapter 87 Living Better Than You: The General Male Supporting Character 5 [KKK :) Bonus Chapter]

Hearing these words, Meng Zhu's smile deepened. This wife, she was truly a wonderful catch.

In ancient times, marriage often preceded love, so such sweet nothings typically held little credibility.

Yet, women in ancient times were at a disadvantage, and they often loved with a humility that was profound.

Such sweet nothings felt more like vows instead.

He led her to the table and handed her a cup of nuptial wine.

"My lady, please!"

Nan Jin looked at the two cups of wine tied together with a red thread and found herself shedding tears unexpectedly.

She had never been loved before, but she could feel the way the person before her cherished her.

"Thank you, General."

The distance between them closed, and following etiquette, Nan Jin crossed arms with Meng Zhu to drink.

The sweet, mellow wine slid down her throat, but it could not cool the warmth in her heart.

After finishing the wine, the cups were set aside on the table.

Looking at the charming woman before him, her cheeks flushed, eyes misty, and appearing endearingly naive, Meng Zhu's voice grew slightly hoarse.

"My lady, let me remove your phoenix coronet."

Without waiting for Nan Jin's answer, he began removing the intricate and heavy gold-threaded phoenix coronet piece by piece.

As he moved, Nan Jin's ink-black hair cascaded over her rounded shoulders, further highlighting her skin, which was as white as snow and frost.

His fingertips inadvertently brushed against her earlobe, and Meng Zhu could hold back no longer, taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around her waist.

That large hand was searing hot; even through the thin wedding robes, the astonishing heat caused Nan Jin's heart to tremble.

"General..."

Nan Jin murmured softly, her voice filled with a light tremor and shyness.

"My lady, look at me."

Meng Zhu chuckled, his voice laced with seduction.

Nan Jin tremblingly raised her eyelashes, and the next instant, a shadow loomed over her.

The man gently pecked at her smooth forehead, then her lightly fluttering eyelashes, and finally landed accurately on those red lips.

"Ying~"

Her pearly teeth were pried apart, and he surged in, his masculine scent mingling with the fragrance of wine.

Nan Jin felt her mind roar, all thoughts turning to mush, and she instinctively clung to his shoulders, allowing him to take what he wanted.

Their breaths intertwined, and the temperature in the room climbed steadily.

Amidst the rustling of clothes, the wedding robes were stripped away one by one, scattered outside the bed curtains.

Meng Zhu swept her up horizontally and turned into the bed curtains.

The red silk curtains slid down, leaving only a hazy scene behind.

Nan Jin had never experienced this before and felt so limp that she could not summon an ounce of strength; the man's kisses were fiery yet gentle, leaving marks upon her collarbone.

"Mmm~"

She could not help but let out a low moan from her throat, shedding another tear, which was instantly kissed away by the man.

A long while later.

Nan Jin was utterly exhausted, feeling as though her whole body might fall apart. She reached out with soft, powerless hands, pressing them against his chest, panting slightly.

Her hair was disheveled, her cheeks flushed, and her almond-shaped eyes were filled with a plea for mercy.

Meng Zhu let out a low chuckle.

"My lady, your body is a bit too fragile."

Nan Jin was both embarrassed and annoyed, but since her whole body was sore and weak, even glaring at him lacked any impact.

Fortunately, the man became even more doting, and his movements grew gentler.

When passion reached its peak, reason had long since been devoured completely.

Nan Jin felt as if she were on the clouds, and in her daze, she felt as if her whole being were melting into his embrace.

"General... Mmm..."

Finally, she could bear it no longer and called out to him with a delicate, tearful voice.

Meng Zhu's warm breath sprayed against her ear, his voice deep and coaxing.

"My wife, call me husband~"

"Be good."

Meng Zhu lightly bit her earlobe.

"...Hus...Husband..."

Unable to withstand his teasing, Nan Jin finally let the two words spill out from her tightly pressed lips, shy and timid.

The voice was as quiet as a mosquito's hum, but it was cloyingly sweet.

The maids stood outside the door, holding the prepared hot water, each of them blushing furiously.

[Wait, is this right???]

[How did they end up in the bridal chamber already?]

[Oh my god, I just came over from the male lead's side, what did I miss?]

[Did they consummate the marriage over there too?]

[No, the female lead over there stated they should treat each other with mutual respect and be a couple in name only. The male lead was clearly excited but exercised restraint and respected the female lead.]

[And then?]

[Then he went to sleep in the guest room.]

[My god, if I had known they were consummating the marriage here, why was I watching the restrained male lead? I'm such a fool.]

[Stop yelling, you can't see anything at all; you can't get past the curtains.]

[To the one above, complaining about not being able to pass the curtains is a restriction; you're really a downer.]

[Exactly, everyone, please type with both hands like me to show your innocence.]

[Wait, wait, wait, I don't understand. How did they consummate the marriage? What about the little girl who gave him a meal? Did Meng Zhu's reputation collapse? Is he actually a scumbag?]

[I don't know, I'm not a local.]

[I don't think there's anything wrong with it. While Meng Zhu has no memories of his past life, the supporting female character can at least be loved once.]

[Where are the brothers who said the supporting female character was happy too soon? It's true, even happier things are yet to come.]

[What do you mean by supporting female character? Show some respect. From now on, Nan Jin is the female lead.]

[But I still can't figure it out. How did Meng Zhu eat her up? Didn't the original owner and the female lead not consummate the marriage? Meng Zhu doesn't seem like a lustful person either?]

Lying on the wedding bed, Meng Zhu scoffed at the bullet comments.

Looking past the surface to the essence, he was certain that the only reason the two couples in the previous life were only married in name was one thing.

That was the setting, purely to maintain the purity of the male and female leads, even in the previous life.

As for why Meng Zhu consummated the marriage, does one even need to ask?

First of all, he is a man.

Of course, that is a bit superficial.

But to go deeper.

Nan Jin was devoted to him, and women in ancient times naturally regarded their husbands as their heaven.

Regardless of her initial intentions, or whether it was to compete with her younger sister.

She was, after all, the legitimate daughter of the Prime Ministers Manor, and she had indeed gambled her entire life on Meng Zhu.

A woman like this, of noble status, peerless beauty, who is wholeheartedly devoted to you, regards you as her everything, and ties her life's honor and disgrace to you.

How could you bear to let down a woman like this?

At the very least, Meng Zhu could not bear it.

In an ancient setting, not consummating the marriage with one's wife, no matter how loving one appears, simply cannot be justified.

It is tantamount to humiliation and trampling.

The wife would question herself over and over, wondering if her husband did not like her, or if he did not want to have a fruit of their love.

Even in modern times, if a wife does not have children for many years, there are people pointing fingers behind her back.

Therefore, regardless of whether the bullet comments would be controversial, since he, Meng Zhu, had married her, he would not let her be hurt.

Now, let us turn back and discuss the issue of the little girl.

What kind of "white moonlight" was she, really?

At the time, they were just children; it was simply too absurd.

Moreover, it was merely the kindness of a single meal; repaying the favor is enough, there is no need to drag romance into it.

To remain chaste and cut off all romantic ties for a little girl from childhood who gave him a meal, whom he did not even know if he could find again?

Isn't that ridiculous?

Therefore, Meng Zhu simply blocked the bullet comments. Let there be controversy; he was not a saint to begin with, and it was impossible to make everyone like him or be satisfied.

Furthermore, he had a persona as a gentleman; betraying his wife and abandoning his family, could one still be a gentleman then?

So, there was no need to say more.

Shutting out the distractions, Meng Zhu turned his head to look at the soundly sleeping Nan Jin, gently stroked the tear stains at the corner of her eyes, and pulled her closer into his embrace.

The moon passed the center of the sky, and with a flick of internal energy, the last candle flame was extinguished.