Chapter 14: Kissed Into a Daze

Qiu Yixun arrived at Zhuang Jianxi’s door and was about to push it open when he found it was locked from the inside.

He knocked on the door, waiting for a while without any response. He was about to leave to give her some space to cool down.

But as he turned around, he heard a crash from inside, something breaking.

Qiu Yixun frowned and continued to knock.

In the bathroom, the water from the faucet was flowing loudly. Zhuang Jianxi ignored the sounds from outside and was busy cleaning up the tools that had fallen to the floor and gotten dirty.

A screwdriver, a brush, a pair of tweezers, a brush, an awl, and a small hoof knife, these were gifts from Professor Zhao, representing the generational inheritance of the art of cultural relic restoration.

Zhuang Jianxi would occasionally sharpen this hoof knife to keep it sharp and usable.

Qiu Yixun knocked for a while, but there was no response from inside. His face grew serious. Worried that something might have happened to her, he fainted inside, he asked Butler Song to find a key to open the door.

After opening the door, he walked in and looked around but didn’t see anyone. He only heard the sound of rushing water from the bathroom.

Qiu Yixun arrived at the bathroom door and froze. Was she taking a bath? Should he continue to go in and investigate or leave without making a sound?

Looking at the half-closed door, for some reason, the image of her skirt being lifted and seeing her fair, beautiful legs, the scene of a beautiful woman emerging from the bath, his feet felt like they were filled with cement and he couldn’t move…

Zhuang Jianxi was cleaning some restoration tools, not noticing the commotion outside. She was too focused and accidentally bumped the shower head switch with her elbow, splashing water over her shoulders and chest.

The water was a bit cold, she shivered and quickly packed up her tools, pulling open the bathroom door and preparing to go out to get a change of clothes to wash up when she bumped into a man’s solid, hot chest.

Zhuang Jianxi covered her bruised nose and was startled when she saw the man in front of her. She quickly retreated, but her foot caught on a rolling brush and she lost her balance, falling into his arms.

Qiu Yixun quickly caught her, his big hand pressed against her waist, holding her in his arms. His deep, knowing eyes fell on her semi-wet body, the thin fabric clinging to her full snow peaks, her delicate collarbone, her fair skin…

His Adam’s apple bobbed, he felt a sudden dryness in his throat.

Zhuang Jianxi stared at him with wide eyes, “How did you get in?!”

She had clearly locked the door.

Qiu Yixun stared straight at her, trying to suppress the desire that was welling up inside him.

He said in a husky voice, “I opened the door and came in.”

Zhuang Jianxi propped her hand against his chest, trying to push him away, but they were too different in height and physique, she couldn’t break free.

She could only grit her teeth and scold, “Who told you to come in? Get out!”

Zhuang Jianxi’s beautiful face flushed red, her heart pounding with panic.

But the next moment, Qiu Yixun couldn’t help but lower his head and kiss her.

He kissed her passionately, leaving no room for resistance. The hand that was restraining her slender waist tightened, and his big hand couldn’t help but caress her slender back, her symmetrical shoulder blades…

“Ugh…” Zhuang Jianxi was suddenly kissed into a daze, her whole body felt weak and her mind went blank.

She had never kissed before, the man’s close proximity made her dizzy.

Qiu Yixun pressed her against the bathroom wall, his solid body pressed against her soft and delicate body. His hot kiss pressed against her lips, his tongue tried to probe into her mouth but couldn’t pry open her teeth, so he circled around her white and tender cheeks, earlobes, chin…

Every time he got close to the girl in front of him, his body couldn’t help but arouse an uncontrollable, intense reaction, as if there was a fierce predator inside him, breaking free from its shackles, eyeing her greedily, wanting to tear her apart…

Two months ago, she had already become his legally recognized wife, although it was obtained through less than honorable means, but after all, she was already his woman, his wife, wasn’t she?

So it was only natural for him to want to get close to his own wife, right?

In a daze, Zhuang Jianxi’s loose collar was pulled askew, revealing a smooth, round shoulder…

When Qiu Yixun’s burning kiss reached her neck, Zhuang Jianxi, who was forced to tilt her head back, suddenly reacted.

Her face was pale, her eyes filled with fear and helplessness.

She wanted to struggle, but her strength was like an ant trying to shake a tree, tickling an elephant, she twisted and turned for fear of helping him.

Trapped in the embrace of the devil’s steel-like body, in her panic, Zhuang Jianxi fumbled around the sink beside her.

The sharp hoof knife accidentally cut her palm, and blood flowed down her white skin.

Zhuang Jianxi winced in pain, her heart hardening. With a trembling hand, she grabbed a knife and slashed towards Qiu Yixun’s waist without hesitation!

A sharp pain shot through his lower abdomen, causing Qiu Yixun to shudder. His kiss abruptly stopped, his entire being snapping out of his desire.

He released her, looking down. Zhuang Jianxi was clutching a strangely shaped, blood-stained knife.

Qiu Yixun’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief. He never imagined that such a delicate woman, as fragile as a white rabbit, could be so decisive and ruthless, daring to stab him with a knife.

Truly… she had his spirit!

Taking advantage of his release, Zhuang Jianxi immediately dodged away, facing him from a distance.

Seeing the gash on Qiu Yixun’s clothes, blood flowing freely, she was terrified, her eyelids twitching. She hastily discarded the tool knife she used for restoring ancient paintings and calligraphy.

The tool clattered to the ground.

Zhuang Jianxi’s face was pale, as if she were terrified. She mumbled, “I… I didn’t mean to.”

Qiu Yixun stared at her with deep eyes. Despite the intense pain in his abdomen, he acted as if nothing had happened, a sinister smile curving his lips.

“So cowardly, yet you dare attempt to murder your husband?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Zhuang Jianxi trembled again, subconsciously shaking her head. “I didn’t!”

Her eyes welled up, her words incoherent. “You forced me… you forced me…”

Seeing her frightened state, Qiu Yixun finally calmed his expression. He extended his hand towards her, his voice calm. “What are you afraid of? I’m not blaming you.”

“Come over and help me.”

Zhuang Jianxi thought he was reaching out to catch her and retaliate. Her face white, she retreated, bumping into the storage cabinet, nearly falling to the ground.

Then, she turned and stumbled out of the bedroom.

Qiu Yixun wanted to follow her, but the tearing pain in his abdomen made him realize his appearance would only scare her further.

He frowned, grabbed a nearby towel, and pressed it against the wound. He didn’t chase after her.

Zhuang Jianxi ran downstairs in a panic. When the housekeeper, Song, saw her, she was startled by the speckles of blood on her hands and clothes.

Zhuang Jianxi briefly told her about Qiu Yixun’s injury, then ran out of the villa without looking back.

Butler Song was shocked and called the family doctor and servants for help. For a moment, the villa was in chaos, brightly lit.

Half an hour later, Qiu Yixun sat on the sofa in the living room, his face cold. The doctor was carefully stitching and bandaging the wound on his abdomen. He didn’t even flinch.

Although he had lost a lot of blood, fortunately, the wound wasn’t deep. It required seven stitches…

The family doctor diligently explained some precautions, but Qiu Yixun seemed not to hear. He held a cigarette between his fingers, his handsome face obscured by the smoke, his expression unclear.

Butler Song, with a worried face, brought him a cup of hot water, offering her concern.

Qiu Yixun didn’t see Zhuang Jianxi, his expression shifting slightly. He asked, “Where did she hide?”

She dared to hurt him and then hide? Was she afraid to take responsibility?

Butler Song was very confused. The young master had been injured by that woman, yet he was still thinking about her. She looked both angry and worried.

“Young Master, Madam is too much! If she had something to say, she should have said it properly. Why would she use a knife on you?”

“She used a knife on me, not on you.”

Qiu Yixun waved his hand, impatient. “Call her over, we’ll talk.”

Although Butler Song was dissatisfied, she still obeyed the young master’s orders. After searching for a while, she hurried back to report, “Young Master, Madam has run away!”

“Run away?”

Qiu Yixun immediately raised his head, his eyes sharp and piercing. “Where did she run to?”