Charles Clark exclaimed in surprise, “Miss, you still remember me?”

The bride pressed her lips together in a gentle smile, the icy beauty of her face beginning to melt, and said, “Of course I remember. Every time I passed by your calligraphy stall, I couldn’t help but get out of the carriage to ask for a piece. Master Clark’s calligraphy is truly wonderful.” There was a hint of admiration in the bride’s eyes, and she sighed sincerely.

Charles Clark couldn’t help but laugh. The stunning young woman before him was actually one of his old customers. He had never expected that she would remember him. Being remembered by such a beauty was, of course, a delightful thing. Charles Clark smiled and said, “Not at all, not at all, Miss, you are too kind.”

The bride smiled sweetly and said, “Master Clark, there’s no need to be so modest.”

Charles Clark said, “Miss, you flatter me.”

The bride grew anxious and quickly said, “I’m not flattering you, not at all.”

Charles Clark retorted playfully, “You are flattering me, you are.”

After that, both of them felt they had been overly polite and couldn’t help but laugh. They exchanged a glance and smiled, and all the awkwardness between them vanished. Charles Clark thought to himself, when he first met such a lovely lady, how could he have imagined he would meet her again here? He felt a secret joy in his heart, as if he had found a treasure.

The bride looked him over, a little shy, and said, “Actually, I once had someone inquire about your situation. I heard that you suffered misfortune and lost your title due to someone’s scheming. At the time, I thought, I hope you won’t lose heart. As long as you still have talent and learning, one day you will surely make a name for yourself.”

Charles Clark said with embarrassment, “I’m just a little better at calligraphy than most people, that’s all.”

After some small talk, Charles Clark felt a warm glow in his heart and couldn’t help but laugh, “The bridal chamber on the wedding night has turned into a reunion with an old acquaintance. If word got out, people would laugh their heads off.”

A blush appeared on the bride’s cheeks as she said, “Sir, my name is Ethan Foster.”

Charles Clark said, “My name is Charles Clark. Ahem... I wish to ride the wind and return, but by accident, I’ve been blown into the bridal chamber.”

Ethan Foster couldn’t help but laugh, and said, “If you’re willing, sir... why not just make yourself at home since you’re already here...”

Charles Clark sat down right next to Ethan Foster, and said seriously, “Of course I’ll make myself at home. Even if that rascal Yvonne tries to chase me out now, I’m not leaving.”

Ethan Foster’s eyes lit up, and she said, “I still have your running script, would you like to see it?”

Charles Clark opened his mouth to say yes, but then thought better of it. Wait, this isn’t a hometown alumni gathering—this is the wedding night! Why look at calligraphy and paintings? With such a delicate wife sitting beside him, why pretend to be a gentleman? When he looked at Ethan Foster again, there was a hint of barely concealed desire in his eyes, and his body was gradually heating up. He said, “It’s getting late. Looking at calligraphy will only strain our eyes.”

Charles Clark then remembered what Ethan Foster had said earlier about her beloved, and couldn’t help but ask, “I’d like to ask, the person you mentioned earlier, your beloved...”

A flush instantly spread across Ethan Foster’s pale cheeks, and she stammered a few words in confusion. Charles Clark just laughed, thinking, so the beloved she spoke of was actually me—how interesting. Thinking of how they had almost missed each other earlier, Charles Clark couldn’t help but feel a bit emotional. He gazed affectionately at Ethan Foster and said blankly, “If I remember correctly, it should be our wedding night now...”

“Ah...” Ethan Foster couldn’t help but cry out, then immediately understood what Charles Clark meant, and replied shyly, “Mm...”

Ethan Foster’s coyness gave Charles Clark great encouragement. Charles Clark coughed and said, “Actually, when you came to the stall to buy calligraphy and paintings that day, I...”

Charles Clark couldn’t go on, cursing himself inwardly: Are you an idiot? Why say so much? Better to act quickly before anything can go wrong.

Charles Clark made up his mind, went to blow out the red candle, and in the darkness, wrapped his arms around Ethan Foster. Ethan Foster’s delicate body was burning hot, carrying a captivating fragrance. With a soft murmur, she melted completely into Charles Clark’s embrace.

……

Outside the bridal chamber, a petite figure was curled up beneath the paper window. The red lantern under the eaves happened to cast its light on her mischievous face. Who else could it be but the second Miss of the Wen family, Yvonne Foster? Yvonne Foster’s body was stiff, but she was thoroughly enjoying eavesdropping on the sounds from the bridal chamber. When she heard Charles Clark call her a little rascal, Yvonne Foster wrinkled her nose and cursed in her heart, “Stupid scholar, rotten scholar, talking bad about me right in front of my sister.”

Later, as the two inside spoke in surprise and delight, a smile appeared on Yvonne Foster’s face, and she thought smugly, “That’s it! Every time my sister goes out, she always makes a point to pass by that stinky scholar’s calligraphy stall. Did she think I didn’t know? I knew that once my sister lifted her veil and saw that stinky scholar, she’d be happy.”

As things inside became more and more indecent, with murmurs and moans, Yvonne Foster’s pretty face turned red and she clicked her tongue, cursing in her heart, “That stinky scholar is really bold—so bad!” Embarrassed to stay any longer, she slipped away into the night under the moonlight.

Chapter 004 Little Sweet Wife