Chapter 39.1

Xie Yanzhao gently caressed Ruan Mingfu’s long hair.

Her hair was exceptionally beautiful, black and glossy like satin, with a faint, gentle fragrance.

Ruan Mingfu felt like crying without tears.

This version of Xie Yanzhao resembled a pervert, which she found hard to accept.

“Xie… Old Xie, I really can explain…”

Feeling the sensation from below.

Ruan Mingfu swallowed hard.

Damn it, she should never have provoked this damn man.

Now, she was filled with two words.

Regret!

“You explain…”

Ruan Mingfu felt a flicker of hope but hadn’t managed to say anything before the bastard continued.

“I’m not listening.”

Ruan Mingfu: “…”

Does Comrade Xie have a little princess in his heart?

She closed her eyes, just about to speak, when she heard Xie Yanzhao continue, with an odd expression, “Do you think I’m incapable?”

Ruan Mingfu’s eyes widened in terror.

If it weren’t for the damned man’s hands gripping her tightly, she swore she would run a hundred miles away from him.

“Still spreading rumors about me in front of my mentor’s wife?”

Ruan Mingfu: “…”

Wasn’t that incident already past? Why did this man still remember it?

Her mind raced, trying to figure out how to refute him.

But Xie Yanzhao wasn’t asking to hear her excuses.

“You tell me,” Xie Yanzhao said, leaning on her neck, “how should I punish you?”

Danger!

Ruan Mingfu’s alarm bells were ringing loudly.

“We’re married. Talking about punishment seems too formal…”

“Married?”

Xie Yanzhao’s mouth curled into a smile at those words. With a firm grip, he lifted Ruan Mingfu up from his lap.

He looked down at the somewhat dazed woman.

“You’re right.”

Ruan Mingfu was startled by his sudden movement.

Instinctively, she placed her hands on his shoulders.

She furrowed her brow, about to question him, but met his deep, dark eyes.

Normally, these eyes held warmth and tolerance when they looked at her. But today… the intense possessiveness in his gaze was fully exposed.

No, it should be said he no longer wanted to hide it.

Ruan Mingfu couldn’t help but shiver.

“What are you afraid of?” Xie Yanzhao asked with a low laugh, looking at her in his arms, “Is it me?”

Tears almost sprang to her eyes.

This man was being so strange today, she couldn’t handle it.

She couldn’t help but lick her lips.

She didn’t realize that this action would only inflame the man’s primal instincts.

His eyes were deep and fixed on her.

Ruan Mingfu placed her small hands against his chest, trying to create some distance between them. But he was like a mountain, and she couldn’t resist him at all.

She inexplicably thought of last night, when the man’s rough hands were gripping her neck, bringing a suffocating pleasure.

“I, why would I be afraid?”

Even though her heart was racing, Miss Ruan still tried to sound confident.

“Oh?”

The heat from the summer and the kidney tonic the man drank had made Xie Yanzhao feel like a furnace. The thin summer clothes made his body’s heat transfer directly to her, making her feel flushed inside.

Ruan Mingfu bit her lip, bracing herself for what was to come. However, this was what she had expected. After all, why else would she have prepared a kidney tonic for him?

As she was lost in thought, his hand slowly moved down to her neck. He lowered his head, and his kisses began to fall densely.

His short, coarse hair poked at her delicate neck, causing both itchiness and pain.

Ruan Mingfu held onto his head. “Take a shower.”

He paused, and the kisses on her neck stopped. He sighed, burying his face in the crook of her neck. After a while, he lifted his head and planted a kiss on her lips.

Ruan Mingfu: “…”

His eyes were deep, as if he was suppressing something.

“Wait.”

After Ruan Mingfu finished washing up, she found the man already waiting in the room.

He, being a man and not as delicate as Ruan Mingfu, took a cold shower directly. He was strong and healthy, so he wasn’t afraid of catching a cold.

Although she had anticipated this, facing it in reality was still shocking.

Xie Yanzhao’s gaze was as deep as a dark pool, focusing intently on her, causing an inexplicable sense of fear.

“Come here.”

Ruan Mingfu bit her lip and reluctantly approached.

It felt like her feet were weighed down by a thousand pounds.

But no matter how long the road, it would end eventually. As soon as she reached the edge of the bed, a large hand scooped her up. Ruan Mingfu fell onto the bed, her head spinning as he pressed forward.

In the tangled embrace, there was endless fierceness and possessiveness.

It startled her.

In such matters, the man always took the dominant role, catching her off guard.

After a long while, Xie Yanzhao finally released her.

Ruan Mingfu gasped for breath, her chest heaving.

The light was still on, and their features remained clear.

Her eyes were misty, her lips swollen and red from the kisses, slightly parted. Through the gap between her teeth, the tip of her pink tongue was visible. Ruan Mingfu turned her head slightly to avoid his intensely probing gaze.

In a voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz: “Xie Yanzhao, turn off the light.”

…..

The next morning, glaring sunlight streamed in through the window, landing squarely on Ruan Mingfu’s face.

Her lashes trembled as she slowly opened her eyes.

Upon waking, Ruan Mingfu’s mind was hazy, unable to distinguish between yesterday and today. She moved slightly, only to be met with a sharp, aching pain.

Ruan Mingfu quickly became clear-headed.

Then she felt a surge of anger.

The man had been relentless last night, tormenting her mercilessly.

Even though she had begged for mercy, the bastard still wouldn’t let her go. Ruan Mingfu couldn’t even remember when it had ended. In a daze, she had only heard a rooster crow before losing all recollection.

Ruan Mingfu gritted her teeth, sitting up.

She pounded the bed in frustration.

Divorce!

I can’t live like this anymore. I have to leave.

Ruan Mingfu felt drained, as if a demon had drained all her vitality. She leaned against the headboard, too sore to even consider getting up.

“You’re awake.”

Xie Yanzhao, looking like a spring breeze, walked in from outside.

She shot him a fierce glare.

Xie Yanzhao remained calm, his sexy Adam’s apple bobbing a few times before he spoke. “How do you feel? Still in pain?”

Ruan Mingfu: “…”

Her face was a mix of red and green.

“Say it again!”

Xie Yanzhao quickly fell silent.

The young woman had thin skin, and he didn’t want to anger her further.

“I made some porridge,” Xie Yanzhao said with concern in his eyes, his tone gentle. If his subordinates had seen him, they would be stunned. “Would you like me to bring it over and feed you?”

“Shut up!”

Ruan Mingfu’s cheeks flushed with anger as she glared at him.

What did he mean?!

Was she so pitiful that she needed someone to feed her?

“Get out,” she huffed, unable to resist glaring at Xie Yanzhao again. “How am I supposed to change clothes if you don’t leave?”

The pajamas were changed, and she didn’t feel sticky, so he must have cleaned up after himself.

Thinking of this, Ruan Mingfu’s delicate face turned even redder.

She was both embarrassed and angry, glaring at the man once more.

Little did she know, her eyes seemed to hold a touch of autumn water. If she was previously a delicate begonia, now she resembled a fully blooming peony. Her gaze, shifting and flowing, made one’s bones feel weak.

Xie Yanzhao’s gaze darkened, his Adam’s apple rolling continuously.

Ruan Mingfu was all too familiar with this expression.

She glared at him again, enraged.

“Get out.”

Damn dog man!

“…Alright.”

Xie Yanzhao’s voice was hoarse.

Although Ruan Mingfu looked delicate and weak, she had a bad temper. Last night, she had left scratches on his back in her anger.

It still hurts a little.

“I’ll wait for you outside.”

Ruan Mingfu sighed in relief.

Only then did she slowly get out of bed, examining the marks on her pale skin as she changed clothes.

She was both embarrassed and angry.

The man must be a beast.

Recalling the intense desire from last night that seemed to want to devour her whole…

Ruan Mingfu swallowed hard, feeling a pang of unease.

*

When she came out dressed neatly, Xie Yanzhao, the bastard, diligently served the porridge and placed it in front of Ruan Mingfu.

Ruan Mingfu glanced at the clock—it was already past ten, approaching eleven.

“Are we having breakfast or brunch?”

Xie Yanzhao: “…”

“If you don’t mind, it’s up to you.”

Anything goes?

That damned dog man!

Ruan Mingfu shot him a glare before lowering her head to drink the porridge.

It wasn’t the clear, translucent rice soup that could reflect a person’s image. Xie Yanzhao had added a lot of rice, resulting in a thick, creamy porridge that was warm and fragrant, quickly soothing Ruan Mingfu’s stomach.

Taking another bite of Hu Wanning’s pickles, she felt even more comfortable.

Miss Ruan, who was used to eating delicacies from land and sea, drank two bowls in a row.

After finishing the porridge, Ruan Mingfu felt uncomfortable and went back to sleep.

When she woke up, the sun was setting.