Chapter 113 You Will Marry Me Today (7)

“Why did you lock me up?”

Wen Chan shook the door but couldn’t open it.

Through the crack in the door, she could see Jingshui standing outside with the key in his hand, and he said to her, “Sister, it’s late, you should go to bed.”

Wen Chan stared at the lock on the door. “Go to sleep, I won’t run away if you open the door.”

Jingshui didn’t respond.

She continued, “If something happens to you, I won’t be able to run out and ask for help.”

“Nothing will happen.” Jingshui said firmly.

“What if?”

“Nothing unexpected.”

His expression was extremely serious, and he felt a little unhappy about Wen Chan’s distrust.

“Row.”

Wen Chan stared at him for a while, without any further ado, she closed the door completely, turned around and went to bed.

She had no jewelry on her head. She took off her coat and lay down on the bed.

There was only a dim wedding candle in the room, and it went out as soon as she lay down.

in the dark.

Wen Chan put his hands behind his head and didn’t care about it.

Everything she had just seen flashed through her mind, trying to put everything together.

The so-called marrying the well god was a vicious incident in which almost half of the people in the village were involved.

They selected single women in the name of marrying a woman to the well god, and then selected two unmarried men in the village to dress up as the so-called messengers of the god. On the night of the wedding, they would be the first people to enjoy the “delicacies” and would be marked first.

Afterwards, the bride would be thrown into this courtyard which was quite remote from the village and locked up, and then other women would take turns to enjoy her until one of them became pregnant with the “Son of God”.

Then the first group of beneficiaries took her home in the name of volunteering to take care of the “Son of God”.

In this way, not only will they have someone to carry on their family line, but they also don’t have to pay the so-called betrothal money.

If they become successful in the future, they can even continue to marry women from wealthy families.

After all, the one in the family married the well god, not them, so they are still single.

Wen Chan thought the plot was probably like this.

These tricks are so old, but they are still successful all the time.

It is essentially very similar to the first copy, except that this time the plot starts with getting married.

After Wen Chan finished his analysis, he raised his hand and glanced at his watch.

no response.

Generally speaking, no matter what she thinks in her mind, as long as it is correct, it will give a hint.

But the mission this time is still: to find out the truth about marrying the well god.

Is her analysis wrong?

No matter how wrong it was, what happened in the God’s House on Mount Guoyin and Yang Mianmian’s reaction proved that her guess was almost correct.

How could it be wrong?
She was still thinking that this copy was simple and she could understand the subsequent plot after just a quick review.

I even wanted to have a good rest after the mission was completed.

It’s actually not right.

What’s wrong?

Has she not yet exposed the matter in front of all the villagers, or has Yang Mianmian not personally acknowledged her identity?

While thinking, Wen Chan felt something approaching her.

She immediately became alert, but the next second, she smelled a familiar scent.

Then, a weight pressed down on her side.

“Miss.”

A deep and hoarse voice sounded in her ears.

Wen Chan: “…”

Still playing cosplay?
Wen Chan felt a cold hand on her waist, as if trying to untie her belt.

She pressed down on this hand and asked without any pretense:
“Brother Jingshui, what are you doing?”

“…………”

The world seemed to be silent. The other person’s hand was also frozen in place.

He was so well disguised, how did she recognize him so easily?

“I’m not Jingshui, I’m your husband.”

He explained in a calm voice.

Without waiting for Wen Chan to say more, he added, “I want the bridal chamber.”

“…”

No matter how mature the voice sounds, at heart you are still a child.

“Don’t make trouble, it’s not good if my husband sees us outside the door.”

Wen Chan suppressed her smile and pushed his hand away from her.

Jingshui was a little defensive, “I am your husband!”

He turned over, pressed on Wen Chan, raised his hands to cover her eyes, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

It’s called a kiss, but it’s actually more like biting.

Wen Chan didn’t respond, so he didn’t know what to do and could only bite randomly.

Wen Chan pushed his face away again, with her face full of saliva, “If you do this again, I’ll call my husband to come in and beat you up.”

Jingshui: “…”

why!
The plot shouldn’t be like this!
The normal plot should be that he serves her under the identity of Jingshui during the day, and restores his identity of Jingshen at night to stay with her till death.

Then she woke up during the day and slowly discovered the similarities between Jingshui and the well god. She felt conflicted and uneasy, and a feeling of immorality spread in her heart.

She began to doubt whether Jingshui and Jingshen were the same person. Then Jingshui showed his affection to her, making her obsessed with the two men and unable to extricate herself.

At that time, it was discovered that he and the well god were actually the same person, and then the two of them lived happily together.

The current situation is that Wen Chan determined that he was Jingshui at first sight… no, she didn’t even look at him at all, and she felt that she had another husband outside.

This completely frustrated his plan.

He just wanted to have something fun, but it turned out to be nothing fun at all!
Being pushed away again, Jingshui felt aggrieved and didn’t pester her anymore.

He lay on his side beside Wen Chan, listening to her breathing, his mind still restless and conflicted.

“It’s wrong for us to do this. Please leave immediately and I will pretend that nothing happened.”

Wen Chan was still chattering beside her.

Jingshui closed his eyes, then suddenly leaned over to hold her face again, restored his usual voice, pressed his lips against the corner of her mouth, and whispered, “Sister, you don’t want the well god to know about our relationship, right?”

“Sister, don’t make any noise. He won’t notice.”

Wen Chan: “…”

She knew the boy’s tricks, but she didn’t expect he could cheat on himself.

Does this work too?
Jingshui kept kissing her, and his hands started to become naughty.

Wen Chan did not resist this time, but just refused faintly: “I don’t want to.”

Jingshui was stunned, “Why?”

Isn’t this what you should do on your wedding night?

It was clearly dark, but Jingshui could clearly feel that Wen Chan was looking at him.

Wen Chan asked: “What’s the difference between you and those people outside?”

Jingshui’s face darkened.

I just realized that someone was coming into the yard.

Four or five more people came, and it seemed like they knew they were here to do something bad. They were quietly checking which room the bride was in.

“I’m different from them.”

After Jingshui said this, he got out of bed and pulled her clothes and quilt for her.

“I…” He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but it finally turned into an apology, “…I’m sorry.”

There is essentially no difference between those who climb into bed in the middle of the night.

But being classified as that kind of scum by her, Jingshui felt that his breathing was a little difficult and his heart ached.

“Sister, have a good sleep. I…I won’t come in. I’ll deal with the people outside. I’m sorry…”

He disappeared into the house.

Wen Chan felt like he was about to break into pieces.