Chapter 218: Chapter 217: To Advance My Research, I Made My Abstinent Husband Weak in the Knees!

The jeep drove smoothly through the night.

Outside the car window, the streetlights retreated one by one.

Inside the car, it was very quiet.

Gu Ning and Gu An were already asleep in the back seat, breathing evenly.

Lin Wan Yi turned her head, looking at the man focused on driving.

His sharply defined profile appeared especially stern under the flickering lights.

Yet just now, at the restaurant entrance, the way he tied her scarf was tender beyond belief.

Lin Wan Yi reached out and gently touched the cashmere scarf around her neck.

Soft, warm.

“Mr. Gu.”

She suddenly spoke.

“Hmm.”

Gu Yanshen kept his eyes on the road, responding with a grunt.

“That Director Zhang earlier seemed quite scared of you.”

Lin Wan Yi’s words carried a hint of amusement.

Gu Yanshen turned the steering wheel, the car veering into an even quieter lane.

“He deserved it.”

The man’s voice was flat.

“His daughter is quite pitiable too.”

Lin Wan Yi continued.

Finally, Gu Yanshen spared a glance at her through the rearview mirror.

“Pitiable?”

“Yes, used by her father as a stepping stone, only to fall off the wall when it didn’t lead anywhere.”

Lin Wan Yi described it casually.

Gu Yanshen was silent for a moment.

“Stay away from them in the future.”

“Me?” Lin Wan Yi pretended to be surprised, “It was entirely their choice to approach us.”

Gu Yanshen said no more.

He simply reached out with his left hand not occupied with gear shifts, accurately grasping her hand resting on the seat.

His palm was rough, calloused from years of handling guns, yet very warm.

He gave it a squeeze, as if reassuring her silently.

Returning home.

The courtyard was silent.

Gu Yanshen got out first, opening the backseat door.

With ease, he held the two sleeping little ones in each arm and carried them out.

Lin Wan Yi followed behind, holding the changed diapers and two small milk bottles.

The man walked into the bedroom, placing the two children gently on the bed.

With practiced movements, he changed them out of their outdoor clothes into soft pajamas.

In the dream, Gu Ning smacked his lips, rolled over, his little hand landing right on Gu An’s belly.

Gu An frowned a little but didn’t wake up.

Gu Yanshen tucked them in snugly, then straightened up.

Throughout the process, he barely made a sound.

Lin Wan Yi leaned against the doorframe watching, her heart filled with tenderness.

This man, feared outside as the living Yama.

Yet at home, he was the most gentle husband and father.

Gu Yanshen left the bedroom, gently closing the door.

He saw Lin Wan Yi and went over, naturally taking the things from her hands.

“Tired?”

He asked.

“A bit.”

Lin Wan Yi answered honestly.

“Go freshen up, I’ll boil some hot water for you to soak your feet.”

Saying that, Gu Yanshen turned and headed for the kitchen.

Lin Wan Yi watched his back, not moving.

Indeed, she was tired today.

Not just physically.

That look of hopeful anticipation from Dean Li kept circling in her mind.

New project.

Experimental data.

Hundreds counting on her results.

This was not like the color TV factory’s tangible parts; this was an entirely new field.

She returned to the bedroom, taking out a locked notebook from her small suitcase.

Unlocking it, inside were her research thoughts recorded in simplified characters and symbols unfamiliar in this era.

Her fingers skimmed over one of the pages.

On it was a sketch of a plant, labeled “Ginseng.”

This was the core of her new project.

A plant only mentioned in ancient records, said to have powers to resurrect the dead and heal bones.

Of course, that was exaggerated.

But from her knowledge and inference, if this plant could be cultivated, its enriched special substance could have groundbreaking effects on agriculture and medicinal fields.

However, the conditions for cultivating it were extremely harsh.

It didn’t require ordinary soil.

But spirit soil rich with enormous energy.

Lin Wan Yi closed the notebook, her brow furrowing slightly.

The black soil in her space, though magical, was too small in area.

At most, it could only attempt to spawn one or two plants.

Far from sufficient to establish a scale nor provide the ample sample data Dean Li’s research needed.

The space must be upgraded.

The area of the black soil must be expanded.

Lin Wan Yi knew well, the only way to upgrade the space.

Was through her and Gu Yanshen…

Her cheeks flushed slightly.

Previously, everything was natural.

But now, she had a clear goal.

Lin Wan Yi stood up, walked to the wardrobe.

She opened it, from the lowest layer, took out a small bundle wrapped in cloth.

Unwrapping the cloth.

Inside was a moonlight silk nightgown.

It was something she brought from home, never worn once.

In this drab campus family housing, this nightgown seemed out of place.

Holding the nightgown, she walked into the bathroom.

A few minutes later.

When Gu Yanshen carried a basin of steaming hot foot water into the bedroom, his steps halted.

There was only a dim bedside lamp lit in the room.

Lin Wan Yi sat on the edge of the bed, having just showered, her hair still damp with moisture.

She was not wearing the usual conservative cotton pajamas.

Instead, it was a moon-white silk nightgown.

The gown wasn’t revealing; it reached mid-calf, and the neckline was quite modest.

But the smooth material clung tightly to her exquisite curves.

In the dim light, her skin resembled the finest mutton-fat jade, exuding a glossy sheen.

Gu Yanshen stood there holding the wooden basin, like a stone statue.

The steam rising from the basin blurred his expression.

Lin Wan Yi lifted her head and smiled at him.

“Is the water here?”

Her voice was softer than usual by a notch.

Gu Yanshen’s Adam’s apple moved slightly.

He responded with a “hmm,” taking stiff steps towards her and placing the wooden basin by the bed.

“The water temperature is just right, soak your feet and relieve fatigue.”

After speaking, he was about to get up and leave.

As if fleeing from something.

“Where are you going?”

Lin Wan Yi grabbed his wrist.

Her hand was cool, carrying the moisture from the shower.

Gu Yanshen’s hand, on the other hand, was very hot.

“I’m going… to check the doors and windows.”

He found a clumsy excuse.

“I’ve already checked them, everything’s locked.”

Lin Wan Yi didn’t let go; instead, she stood up.

She was more than a head shorter than him, tilting her face slightly to look at him.

Beneath the light, her eyes seemed to ripple with waves.

“Gu Yanshen.”

She softly called his name.

“Were you working hard today at school?”

Her other hand touched his shoulder, gently massaging it.

Through the thin, army green shirt, she could feel his shoulder muscles instantly tense up.

“Not hard.”

His voice was a bit hoarse.

“Liar.”

Lin Wan Yi’s fingers slid from his shoulders to the back of his neck.

“In the evening, you still have to bathe me and the child, and prepare foot water for me.”

She moved even closer.

The scent belonging to her, a mix of milk and flower dew, invaded his nostrils aggressively.

“Mr. Gu, you’re spoiling me like this.”

Gu Yanshen’s breathing became erratic.

He could distinctly feel the skin on his neck and behind his ears turning red at an alarming rate.

“Stop it.”

He grabbed her mischievous hand, his voice carrying a trace of restraint.

“I’m not causing trouble.”

Lin Wan Yi let him hold her hand.

She tiptoed, bringing her lips close to his reddened ear.

The warmth of her breath.

“We are husband and wife.”

“Doing what husbands and wives do — how can that be trouble?”

A buzzing filled his mind.

Gu Yanshen felt something snap in his mind.

He turned around.

And pulled the little woman who was constantly teasing him into his arms.

He had great strength, as if wanting to merge her into his own flesh and bones.

Lin Wan Yi felt a bit of pain from the collision but did not struggle.

She looked up, meeting his eyes.

Inside them roared the familiar, yet unfamiliar, long-suppressed flames.

Gu Yanshen lowered his head, looking at the person in his embrace.

Her face was small, her eyes bright, and her lips were a natural pink.

His voice, rough beyond measure.

“Lin Wan Yi.”

“You asked for this.”

The next morning.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, spilling into the room.

Lin Wan Yi awoke amidst a soreness.

She moved a bit, feeling as if her body had been run over by a heavy truck.

The spot beside her was empty, but it still retained the warmth of his presence.

Gu Yanshen must have already gotten up for the morning drill.

She disregarded the fatigue of her body.

A thought suddenly flashed in her mind.

Space!

Lin Wan Yi closed her eyes, focusing her thoughts.

The next moment.

When she “saw” the scene inside the space, she was completely stunned.

This…

Is this still her space?

The originally small, half-basketball-court-sized space now stretched far enough to nearly match a standard basketball court!

The once thin mist within the space had thickened considerably, filling one’s lungs with a refreshing clarity.

Her gaze eagerly turned to the Spiritual Spring.

The spring had expanded, its water bubbling outward, and the white mist above the surface was denser than ever before.

Finally.

Her vision fell upon that plot of black soil.

Her heart pounded wildly.

The land that she relied on to survive, where all her hopes were pinned…

The area had doubled in size!

What was once a small plot was now a well-defined rectangular expanse.

The soil’s color was even deeper, shining black, as if alive, with a gentle undulation.

Lin Wan Yi could even “smell” the fragrance of earth mixed with the fresh aroma of grass and wood emanating from the soil.

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