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As soon as Jiang Mujin was sent back to the Jiang residence, the first thing he did was dispatch someone to Haicheng to investigate Huo Ziyan’s whereabouts.
That woman—
She had been living in Haicheng all this time, so close to him, and yet he’d had no idea.
Three years ago, if he hadn’t treated her that way, she wouldn’t have left.
“Huo Ziyan… you must hate me, don’t you—”
Yuyuan
Her body was covered in bruises and scratches. Fu Ciyu’s gaze was dark and brooding. Just one glass of fruit wine, and she had ended up like this—
Fu Ciyu carried her upstairs, instructing everyone that they were not to be disturbed under any circumstances.
The servants of Yuyuan were all professionally trained—discerning expressions and moods was their specialty.
At this moment, Young Master and the Young Madam clearly had something important to attend to. They absolutely must not be disturbed.
Yes. Do not disturb.
With a swift kick, the bedroom door was pushed open. Once inside, he gently laid her down on the bed, then turned to close the door.
The woman on the bed was restless, her cheeks glistening with a delicate flush.
Her eyes, moistened by alcohol, were hazy and dazed, and her naturally rosy lips were now even more enticing, tinted deeper by the wine.
Fu Ciyu’s gaze darkened, a heat stirring within him.
“Fu Ciyu—”
“No… that’s not right. Husband—”
“Yes, Husband—”
She called his name again and again, and his ink-dark eyes deepened. His thin lips pressed into a tight line as he replied in a low, husky voice.
“Who am I?”
As if sensing something, Qu Wanwan furrowed her brow and mumbled, “You’re Fu Ciyu…”
“My husband… but you’re so fierce…”
“You’re always so cold to me…”
Her soft, broken accusations made Fu Ciyu let out a quiet laugh. “You really don’t know why I’ve been like this?”
“Why…”
“Yes, it’s my fault. I’ve hurt you again and again…”
“Wu wu… Fu Ciyu, I’m sorry—”
Fu Ciyu let out a soft sigh. “Why do you cry so easily?”
With the pad of his finger, he gently wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, coaxing in a low voice, “If you keep crying, I’m going to kiss you.”
“How do you kiss— hic—”
“Like this—”
He leaned down and pressed his lips to her enticing, wine-tinted mouth.
To his surprise, the woman beneath him wrapped her arms excitedly around his neck and began kissing him back in a clumsy, uncoordinated flurry.
Fu Ciyu chuckled suddenly, his warm breath brushing against the curve of her neck. The heat in his breath seeped into her skin, spreading through her body until Qu Wanwan trembled from head to toe.
Her hands fumbled at his white shirt, tugging it open and popping off two buttons, exposing a glimpse of his firm chest.
“Unbutton it.”
His voice was hoarse and low, making Qu Wanwan obediently reach up and unfasten the rest of his buttons one by one.
Her eyes slowly opened, fixated on the defined muscles of his abdomen.
“Do you like what you see?”
“I do—”
“Wanna touch it?”
“Yes—”
As she spoke, her hand moved directly to his firm abs.
“Husband—”
“Mm?” That single word made the light in Fu Ciyu’s eyes dim, the desire within him roaring even louder.
“Kiss me—”
“As you wish.”
Fu Ciyu could no longer hold back. He lowered his head and kissed her deeply.
Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, her lips wandering to the curve of his throat.
Her movements were soft, teasing, sending wave after wave of stimulation coursing through him.
Fu Ciyu pulled away for a moment—her once-fair skin now tinged with a delicate flush.
In the heat of passion, her beauty became even more captivating, so alluring it was impossible not to want her.
“Is it okay?” Fu Ciyu’s voice was hoarse, and even though his desire burned fiercely, he still couldn’t help but ask.
Afraid she might regret it when she woke up, yet equally afraid that she—
“Old meanie—”
“You’re the worst, stopping at a time like this—”
Hearing that, Fu Ciyu let out a low chuckle.
She bit her lip tightly, her tear-brimmed eyes flushed, the delicate skin along her neck and shoulders covered in red marks, making her look thoroughly ravished.
His slender fingers slid along the strap of her dress, slowly pulling it down, freeing her from its confines—
His palm rested on her slim waist, and his kisses deepened, trailing from her chin to her neck, then down to her collarbone—
“Mm—”
Qu Wanwan couldn’t hold back a soft moan.
“Be good, let it out—”
Fu Ciyu’s words made Qu Wanwan’s face flush with embarrassment. It was too shameful—
Until—
“Ah— it hurts—”
Qu Wanwan was instantly wide awake.
Damn it! Who told her the first time wouldn’t hurt?!
“Be good, darling, just bear with it a little longer,” the man’s strained, restrained voice whispered against her ear.
She looked up at him, seeing the tension etched in his features. Her small hand gently cupped his face, her voice hoarse as she pleaded, “Then go easy… it really hurts—”
“Mm, okay.”
The bedside lamp cast a warm glow across the room. In the dim light, the entwined shadows on the wall rippled like water.
The night was long and passionate. It wasn’t until Qu Wanwan was sobbing and begging for mercy that Fu Ciyu finally relented.
After everything, Qu Wanwan was too exhausted to move. Fu Ciyu carried her into the bathroom to help her wash up.
In the end, the two fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.
It was already noon when Qu Wanwan woke up again.
She reached out to the side—only to accidentally grab—
Oh my god! She—
What was she doing—
Fu Ciyu slowly opened his eyes, amusement gleaming in them. His voice, still husky from sleep, carried a teasing tone. “Baby, don’t you know a man in the morning can’t be touched?”
Qu Wanwan’s face turned crimson. Flustered, she stammered, “I— I didn’t mean to—”
“Looks like I wasn’t working hard enough last night.”
Qu Wanwan immediately recalled all those shameful scenes. She hurriedly covered his mouth, her face flushed with embarrassment. “Shut up, shut up!”
“Hehe—”
Fu Ciyu let out a low chuckle. His little darling was just too adorable.
“No laughing!”
“Alright. Are you hungry?”
“Mm, I am.”
“Shouldn’t I be the one who’s hungry? I was the one doing all the work—”
Before he could finish, Fu Ciyu’s mouth was sealed again—this time by Qu Wanwan kissing him.
Then she pulled away quickly. “I want food.”
“Go wash up. We’ll eat downstairs.”
Not wanting to tease her any further, he gently helped her into her pajamas, then carried her to the bathroom to freshen up.
Once they were washed up and dressed, they headed downstairs. Qingye and Qingjiu were already in the living room.
As soon as the two appeared, both men turned to look at them simultaneously.
“All right, judging by Master’s radiant mood, he clearly got what he wanted last night. And seeing Madam being carried down—it’s obvious how intense the battle was.”
Fu Ciyu set Qu Wanwan down on a dining chair and asked in a low voice, “Why are you here?”
Qingye glanced at Qu Wanwan, then cautiously replied, “Lu Yu wants to see you—”
Qu Wanwan caught Qingye’s wary look and instantly understood—he was worried she might still have something to do with Lu Yu.
“Why are you looking at me like that? So what if he wants to see him? My husband’s not someone he can just meet whenever he pleases.”
As soon as she finished speaking, a hint of amusement flickered in Fu Ciyu’s eyes.
“Tell him I’m busy—spending time with my wife.”
Qingye stared at his master in disbelief. Since when were the two of them so inseparable?
Qu Wanwan chuckled. “Exactly. My husband’s spending time with his wife. Tell him to go chill somewhere else.”
“Yes, Madam.”
“Oh right, what’s that woman Shen Man up to lately?” Qu Wanwan asked Qingye.