After Transmigrating Into the Book, Prime Minister Made My Legs Weak

Chapter 64

It was already 2 AM when they returned to the house. Wen Jian carried her to the bathroom to take a shower.

Ji Sang fell asleep while soaking in the bath.

Wen Jian carried Ji Sang to the bedroom and gently covered her with a blanket before returning to the bathroom to shower. After showering, he sent a WeChat message to his secretary, Chen, asking him to have the car cleaned in the morning.

Wen Jian returned to the bedroom and lay down on the bed. Ji Sang clung to him like a little cat, with one leg wrapped around his waist. She sleepily rested her head in the crook of his shoulder and said, “Just now...”

“Hmm?”

“I was too focused on... doing it, and didn’t finish what I wanted to say.” Her voice was muffled and soft, a whisper between lovers.

“What did you want to say?”

Even though she was already so tired that she could barely keep her eyes open, she propped herself up, placed her small hand on his chest, and began to lightly circle and caress. The sensation felt amazing to the point of bursting. Perhaps due to fatigue, her brain glitched a bit, and she spoke her true thoughts.

“Wen Jian... It’s okay.”

“In the future, my parents will be your parents. You won’t lack a father or a mother.”

Wen Jian’s heart skipped a beat. The room was dimly lit, with only a faint moonlight seeping through the narrow gap in the curtain-covered window sill. The woman above him was shrouded in a hazy and alluring atmosphere.

He reached out his finger to tuck away the strands of hair that had fallen onto her face, and a deep, soft chuckle escaped his throat. “Are you in such a rush to marry me?”

Wen Jian waited for a response but didn’t hear the woman reply.

He gently stroked her face, gazing at her intently, only to discover that she had actually succumbed to drowsiness and fallen asleep.

Wen Jian gazed at the ceiling with his bright black eyes, one hand propped up against his back. After a while, a joyful and light laughter quietly filled the peaceful room.

His Sangsang, just like before, hadn’t changed one bit.

With this realization, Wen Jian held Ji Sang even tighter.

After his natural death, he slept for a long time, as if locked inside a black box, spinning around for a long while. When he woke up, he discovered that his soul had attached to the body of a six-year-old boy. The director said that nobody wanted him because his intellectual development before the age of six was equivalent to that of a two-year-old, and he couldn’t even use the toilet. But then he arrived, his mind opened up, and he showed extraordinary intelligence. Mr. Wen and Mrs. Wen came to adopt him as their foster child.

He remembered that Mr. Wen asked him what his name was.

He looked at Mr. Wen and said, “My name is Wen Jian.”

Upon hearing this, Mr. Wen hurriedly said, “It’s fate, it’s fate.”

Thus, the necessary procedures were carried out, and he went to the Wen family.

When he first arrived at the Wen family, Mr. Wen and Mrs. Wen treated him as their son. But everything changed after Wen Zhiyu came along. To be honest, he wasn’t too disappointed with this change.

It’s human nature. Which parents wouldn’t love their biological children more? At least Mr. Wen and Mrs. Wen raised him until he graduated from high school. As for university... Mrs. Wen thought the tuition was too expensive, so she didn’t let him go. But it didn’t matter. He had his hands and feet and chose to work while studying. He started a business in university and established JS Paper Industry. Unexpectedly, it grew bigger and bigger until now.

He would often wonder, since he transmigrated to this world, what about Ji Sang? Did she come to this world with him?

After graduating from high school, he had thought about finding her. He created accounts on various social media platforms like MySpace, Weibo, and video-sharing websites, specifically for searching for family members. Over the years, his efforts helped many people, but he couldn’t find his own family.

Just when he thought that his rebirth as a child was nothing more than a fantasy, and it was impossible for Ji Sang to be in the same situation as him, she appeared in his world just like that.

She approached so boldly and grabbed his “little brother”...

This woman was so audacious and presumptuous!

Was it that whenever she encountered a man, she would act like that?

At the thought of this, he felt that she deserved punishment.

When they were intimate, he wasn’t that gentle at first. How could he have expected that she was still a virgin? Surprised and delighted, his actions became gentle again, and he was so happy that he lost control and went a few more rounds without realizing it...

Speaking of which, he felt somewhat grateful to Wen Zhiyu. The pressure from the Wen family allowed him to gain sympathy in the girl’s heart, and it quickly led to a positive outcome between him and Sang-er.

He didn’t feel particularly burdened by the demands of Mr. Wen and Mrs. Wen. In fact, he vaguely knew that this day would eventually come, but he didn’t expect it to come so soon...

But it’s also fine this way. He preferred to resolve things in one go rather than dragging them out. Without JS Paper Industry, he had confidence in his exceptional abilities to find other opportunities.

Lost in various thoughts in his mind, he wasn’t even sure at what time he fell asleep. His internal clock woke him up.

As he opened his eyes, he saw his Sang-er nestled on his shoulder, sleeping soundly. The dense eyelashes cast a layer of shadows on her eyelids, resembling adorable little fans.

In this hazy state, he felt as if he had traveled back thousands of years.

In the night, you sleep peacefully in my embrace.

In the morning, you wake up in my embrace...

—

In early June, Wen Jian stepped down as the legal representative of the Wen Group, and all the company’s assets were transferred to Mr. Wen and Mrs. Wen through notarization. Perhaps burdened by their conscience, Mr. Wen and Mrs. Wen decided to leave the central city house and vehicles to Wen Jian.

After receiving the assets, they went to the police station in the afternoon to complete the household registration procedures.

By the time all the formalities were completed, it was already dark.

The few of them stood outside the police station, and Mr. Wen glanced at Wen Jian and said, “How about... having a meal together one last time?”

As soon as Mr. Wen finished speaking, Mrs. Wen tugged at his sleeve.

Wen Jian observed their actions and replied indifferently, “There’s no need.”

Without even looking at them, he got into the car and left.

Wen Zhiyu stood next to Mrs. Wen and, seeing Wen Jian leave, said to Mr. Wen, “Dad, are you out of your mind? He has no financial relationship with us anymore, and you still want to have a meal with him? Are you crazy or something?”

Mr. Wen glared at Wen Zhiyu and retorted, “How dare you speak to your father like that!”

“What’s the matter? I’m just stating the facts.”

Frustrated, Mr. Wen said, “Hey, Wen Zhiyu!”

Mrs. Wen, seeing the argument about to escalate between father and son, quickly intervened, “What’s the point of this? We’re still outside the police station. Let’s go, let’s go, don’t embarrass ourselves.” She then shot a reproachful look at Mr. Wen. “And you too. Is an outsider worth arguing with your own son?”

Caught in the middle of the conflict, Mr. Wen felt as if his world had been turned upside down, unable to express the mixed emotions he was experiencing...

___

After Wen Jian stepped down from his position at Wen’s Paper Industry, he felt much more relaxed. Whenever he had free time, he would accompany Ji Sang to work. Soon, whenever he entered the office, everyone would shout towards Ji Sang, “Teacher Ji, your boyfriend is here.”

Some mischievous ones would even shout, “Teacher Ji, your husband is here.”

The teachers in the office were particularly observant and noticed a phenomenon. Whenever someone shouted, “Teacher Ji, your husband is here,” there would inevitably be a sumptuous afternoon tea that afternoon. It was a tried and true pattern.

Wen Jian took it in stride, but Ji Sang felt sorry for him.

On their way home after work, she told him not to come to the school anymore. He had treated them to meals so many times already, and she wouldn’t allow him to pay again.

Listening to her, Wen Jian couldn’t help but reach out and touch her head, a smile playing on his lips. “So soon, my wife has become so bossy?”

Ji Sang stared at him in surprise. “Who’s being bossy?”

Wen Jian focused on her, his gaze serious. “Isn’t my wife the boss?”

Upon hearing the word ‘wife,’ a hint of shyness flashed across Ji Sang’s face. With a watery gaze and a coquettish manner, she lightly hit his chest with her hand. “Wen Jian, why are you like this?”

Wen Jian’s lips curved upwards as he genuinely laughed. He spun Ji Sang around in his arms, and she let out a surprised cry. Her small hands hooked around his neck, her fluttering heart influenced by his intense emotions. She laughed along with him and called out, “Ah... Wen Jian... Stop moving... We’re on the street, people are watching us...”

After spinning around twice, Wen Jian finally stopped, and when he looked down, he could see her enchanting little mouth. He tilted his chin up and gently covered it with his own, engaging in a passionate kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, eagerly sucking in the sweet breath within, entwining with her fragrant tongue, sucking and swirling. The kiss left them both breathless. It only ended when he heard her let out a muffled moan.

They shared a deep, affectionate gaze before Wen Jian released her and took her hand, quickly walking towards home.

Ji Sang pulled him back slightly. “What are you doing? The supermarket is on the right.”

They had agreed to go to the supermarket after work to buy groceries.

Wen Jian seemed to remember something and replied with an “Oh” before turning around and entering the supermarket. He swiftly bought vegetables, fruits, milk, and at the checkout counter, he grabbed three boxes of condoms from the shelves.

Although she knew it was not easy for her past self to conceive, things were different in this life.

Not a single raincoat should be missing.

The cashier scanned the three boxes of condoms without realizing that she had glanced at the tall man. Inside, Ji Sang’s heart was roaring...

This guy has been buying these things too frequently lately. She must control the frequency tonight!

That’s what Ji Sang thought, but when it came to the evening, it wasn’t up to her alone. The man found various ways to engage with her intimately, and during this period, their home mysteriously acquired many toys.

—

At the end of June, Ji Sang started her summer vacation.

Wen Jian accompanied Ji Sang back to City A.

In recent days, Ji Sang didn’t know why, but she felt unusually sleepy. Wen Jian drove while she slept all the way. When they arrived home, she felt lazy all over and attributed it to fatigue from the car ride. She went straight to her room and fell asleep.

Ji Sang hooked her arms around Wen Jian’s neck.

Wen Jian carried her as they waited for the elevator.

“I just... had a dream.”

“Hmm? What did you dream about?”

“I dreamt of a courtyard. Well... you were dressed strangely, climbing a tree and picking loquats for me while I stood below the tree... Ah... I was also wearing strange clothes, and my belly was so big, like I was about to give birth...” Ji Sang recalled, her hand instinctively moving to touch her belly.

It had been three months, but her lower abdomen remained flat.

Wen Jian’s grip on her hand unconsciously tightened, his dark eyes suppressing certain emotions. He asked in a hoarse voice, “Oh? What else did you dream about?”

Ji Sang’s gaze shifted, and after a moment, she whispered in his ear, “I dreamt... I dreamt that you were massaging my breasts.”

He remembered that incident. It was her first time being a mother but couldn’t produce milk. Their daughter had little strength and couldn’t suckle properly, so he helped her massage her breasts, gently sucking on her nipple. He sucked so vigorously that milk gushed out, spraying his face...

Her breasts were not small to begin with, and with the engorgement, they felt even heavier in his hands.

He had abstained for a long time, but her words instantly darkened his gaze. He held the back of her head, kissing her lips, and as the elevator doors opened, he continued kissing her while entering the elevator...

They kissed all the way to their floor. Fortunately, at this hour, there was no one else in the elevator; otherwise, Ji Sang would have been too embarrassed to face anyone.

After entering the house, Wen Jian continued carrying her all the way to the bedroom, gently tossing her onto the soft bed.

Both of them were breathing heavily as they separated.

Ji Sang supported herself on the bed with both arms, her watery black eyes gazing at the man. Their eyes met with a sticky intensity. She saw him take off his suit, and his well-defined fingers unbuttoned his shirt one by one, revealing the distinct muscles of his chest...

“Wen Jian...”

“I asked the doctor, it’s safe after three months.” His voice was hoarse, and his Adam’s apple rolled up and down as he spoke. He threw the shirt on the floor, and his strong body pressed against the woman. As he kissed her, his palm, separated by the wedding dress fabric, held one of her breasts.

It had been over three months since they last made love. Almost as soon as Wen Jian’s touch came, Ji Sang’s body became sensitive and trembled. A whimper escaped her throat, sounding like a sob...

“Wen Jian...”

“Hmm.” Wen Jian murmured in response, his fingers squeezing the breasts that had grown by one cup size. He moved behind her, his hand instantly finding the zipper and impatiently pulling it down.

He pulled with too much force, and the zipper broke.

Ji Sang let out a startled cry, “Mmm... no, don’t...”

Wen Jian didn’t give her a chance to speak. He once again sealed her lips with a passionate kiss, his thick tongue invading her mouth, exploring recklessly, causing her to emit a soft moan.

Freed from the constraints of the wedding dress, his large palm grabbed both breasts, kneading, pressing, and circling the nipples. He squeezed and deliberately pulled them outwards. His lips trailed down from her red lips, kissing her collarbone, and reaching her chest. He opened his mouth wide, biting, sucking, and devouring, filling the room with the sounds of his sucking.

Ji Sang was being kissed and caressed to the point where her bones felt weak. With her mouth partially open, she called out, “Wen Jian... no, please, be gentle...”

Wen Jian’s fingers explored between her legs, finding them soaked with moisture.

He glanced at her, then lowered his head to kiss her once more, his breath heavy. “The doctor said that doing it more often is beneficial for childbirth, and it will help with milk production later.”

Trembling, Ji Sang looked up at the man above her. “What... do you mean...”

Wen Jian held his thick and erect member against her entrance, rubbing it up and down, deliberately teasing her swollen flesh. It felt sensitive and tingly, bringing her immense pleasure that made her toes curl. In no time, her small lower mouth sucked on the flesh column, and it gushed with pleasure...

Explosions of pleasure filled Ji Sang’s mind, cascading down like fireworks. She felt like a drifting leaf in the tide, tossed and turned...

Finally recovering from the remnants of her climax, she heard the man say, “Wife, I read in ancient books that men massaging women’s breasts more often prevents pain when the baby drinks milk...”

Before he finished speaking, the round and swollen head pressed against her tight slit, gradually entering inch by inch until it was fully inside.

Ji Sang’s scalp tingled from the intense sensation. Her back instinctively arched forward, and her twin peaks almost touched the man’s face. She let out a scream, “Ah... you’re talking nonsense...”

Clearly, he wanted to do it but still found excuses.

He was so bad!

“How could that be?” Wen Jian chuckled lightly, his hands gripping her perky breasts as he thrust in and out, aided by the abundant moisture...

The doctor said it was safe to engage in sexual activities after three months, but they needed to be gentle. So, following the doctor’s instructions, Wen Jian was exceptionally tender. However, in Ji Sang’s eyes, who had already experienced multiple orgasms, this guy was an untiring beast~

–

Three years later.

It was already cold in November.

The TV was broadcasting news about the bankruptcy of Wen’s Paper Industry due to poor management. Wen’s father and mother aged by ten years in an instant. Wen Zhiyu, spoiled after inheriting Wen’s Paper Industry, got involved in gambling. He had accumulated debts of tens of millions outside, and debt collectors were blocking his doors. The front gate was painted red...

Wen Jian glanced at the TV for a moment before shifting his gaze back to his daughter.

Wen An’an was two and a half years old, with round and bright eyes and a mouth that resembled her mother’s.

Wen Jian lifted his daughter up. “An’an, do you miss Mommy?”

Wen An’an blinked her eyes obediently and said in her unclear speech, “Miss.”

Ji Sang was dispatched to another city to study at a university, and Wen Jian hadn’t expected that teachers could be dispatched like that. It would be half a month before she returned.

He missed her.

Every cell in his body yearned for her.

Especially that thing down there... One morning, he woke up and found himself thrusting against the sheets, and he even climaxed...

When he woke up and saw the wet spot on the sheets, he cursed softly and threw them into the washing machine.

Wen Jian picked up his phone from the table and called his wife. He said, “If you miss Mommy, shall we do a video call with her? How about that?”

Wen An’an nodded her little head in agreement.

The video call rang only once before it was answered.

Ji Sang’s worried face appeared on the screen. After giving birth to a child, she had become a bit plumper, her skin glowing white. Perhaps she was a little anxious as her cheeks turned slightly red.

Wen Jian was surprised. “Oh? You answered so quickly this time?”

Ji Sang sounded somewhat concerned. “Husband, did you watch the news?”

Wen Jian was momentarily stunned, understanding what Ji Sang was referring to. He nodded and replied, “Yes, I saw it.”

Ji Sang carefully observed Wen Jian’s expression and, seeing no significant change, relaxed slightly and responded with an “Oh.”

Wen Jian changed the subject and asked Wen An’an to call someone.

Wen An’an obediently called for Mommy.

Seeing her daughter on the screen melted Ji Sang’s heart, and she showered the screen with kisses several times.

Wen Jian inexplicably felt annoyed by his daughter’s presence, so he let her go play on her own, then he playfully asked for a kiss like a child, “Wife, don’t just kiss our daughter, kiss your husband too.”

Ji Sang propped up her cheeks and gave him a coquettish glance, “Outside, kiss me when we get home.”

“But just a moment ago our daughter was...”

“Kiss me when we get home.”

Just then, Wen Anan called out to Wen Jian, “Daddy... Daddy... horse... play horse.”

Wen Anan was learning to speak, but her words were unclear. Ji Sang didn’t hear clearly, so she asked Wen Jian, “What did Anan say?”

Wen Jian’s dark eyes dimmed slightly. “Anan wants you to play horse.”

Ji Sang was taken aback. “Ah? Oh.”

Wen Jian said seriously, “Are you coming back tomorrow night?”

Ji Sang nodded. “Yes.”

Wen Jian said, “I’ll pick you up tomorrow night. When we get home, I’ll let you play horse.”

Ji Sang instantly understood and blushed like a red apple. She became annoyed and embarrassed, “Wen Jian! You pervert!!!”

Then she hung up the call.

Wen Jian looked at his phone’s darkened screen, chuckled softly, and the creases at the corners of his eyes deepened. He gazed at the sky outside the living room.

The weather was good, the sky was blue.

He was very happy.

~

[End of the story.]