Chapter 20

Jinye’s heart was racing.

Actually, she thought Zhou Siwei was much better than the previous few guys.

She even hoped that guy wouldn’t stop it.

But she didn’t want to settle down so soon.

Fortunately, Aunt Wei came over at that moment and dragged the Warlord away to drink, so the parents on both sides didn’t mention when they would get engaged, giving her a little respite.

Zhou Siwei thoughtfully offered her a glass of juice and asked with a smile, “A friend’s peach orchard is ripe on Saturday, he invited me to pick some. Would Miss Xu like to come along?”

Seeing her hesitation, he smiled again, “You can bring your sister.”

Jinye looked at Mrs. Wei, who hadn’t gone far, “I have to go get a cheongsam made on Saturday morning, I’ll be free in the afternoon.”

She felt like a terrible person.

“Okay.” Zhou Siwei seemed relieved, his eyes brightening, “Then it’s settled. I’ll pick you up then.”

Jinye also breathed a sigh of relief, “Okay.”

Finally, she could stop socializing and go back to her room to lie down.

What a thrilling and tiring day.

Jinye bid farewell to Zhou Siwei and went upstairs. As she reached the fork in the hallway leading to her room, a hand suddenly reached out and pulled her to the other side.

A familiar scent hit her, “You—”

Meeting Wei Liangchen’s arrogant thick eyebrows and deep, sharp eyes, Jinye’s breath hitched. Afraid that a maid or guest might come up, she pushed him away and quickly walked past.

But Wei Liangchen was faster, blocking her way. His tall figure stood like a mountain, exuding a strong sense of oppression.

“Go tell Zhou Siwei that you’re not free to pick peaches.”

Jinye felt he was being unreasonable. She shifted to the side, her leg movement was larger, and it pulled again, causing a sharp pain. The rebellious spirit in her was ignited, her face turned pale, “I’m not going.”

“How did you promise me before—” Wei Liangchen grabbed her, only then did he notice that her face wasn’t looking good, his eyes darkened, “What’s wrong?”

Jinye glared at him, “You tell me?”

Wei Liangchen was stunned, “You’re not feeling well, yet you went dancing?

“I didn’t want to go in the first place, you made me go. And who was it that kept pulling me around?”

Wei Liangchen rarely showed a hint of guilt on his face, but he still argued, “I saw you were enjoying yourself.”

“Which eye of yours saw me enjoying myself? You—”

Suddenly, Wei Liangchen picked her up horizontally, his tone still harsh, “Why didn’t you go apply the ointment when I told you to?”

Jinye: “I didn’t have time. It wasn’t convenient.”

Wei Liangchen went straight to the third floor, kicked open the door, and put her on the bed, “You’re always making excuses for me. You made excuses to not see me in front of Zhou Siwei and Mrs. Wei.”

Jinye wanted to say, you didn’t help me either.

But she didn’t want to speak once she lay down.

He rummaged in the drawer for the ointment and came to lift her skirt, Jinye covered herself, “I’ll do it myself.”

“What are you shy about? I’ve seen it so many times.”

“No—” Jinye blushed, “I want to go to the bathroom.”

Wei Liangchen looked at her, her ears were red, finally showing a bit of gentleness and obedience. The corners of his lips twitched, he held her and went to the bathroom, placing her on the vanity.

The bathroom in his room was much larger than the one in the Baccarat, with black and white floors, marble walls, crystal chandeliers, and the black countertop made her skin look even whiter.

He didn’t want to leave.

Jinye’s eyes were hazy and bright under the light, her voice pleading, “Go out.”

“Are you getting addicted to being stubborn?” Wei Liangchen’s voice was a little hoarse, his eyes even deeper, “You’re like this, what are you worried about? Am I a beast?”

That’s exactly what you are! Jinye couldn’t resist him, she watched his movements with shame.

A cool sensation spread, it wasn’t as uncomfortable anymore.

But it was so embarrassing, her face felt like it was on fire, “Are you done?”

He had applied it all over, inside and out. Wei Liangchen hummed, pulled down her skirt, and with a force of his hand on her waist, her upper body pressed against his chest.

The air instantly became thick.

His gaze was dark and hazy as it fell on her face, their noses touching, almost kissing, their breath hot.

He said he wasn’t a beast, yet he was getting aroused again.

Seeing him suddenly approach, Jinye’s heart pounded, “Tonight, I really don’t—”

Wei Liangchen stretched out his long arm, took the bottle from the cabinet behind her, and smirked, “What do you think I’m doing? I just wanted to say, the French goods haven’t arrived yet.”

He was talking about condoms.

He opened the bottle, and a fragrant scent wafted out.

“Do you like this scent?”

“Gardenia?”

Wei Liangchen said, “I bought it in Haicheng after the battle, authentic local goods, for you.”

Jinye couldn’t tell what she was feeling. This guy was always good at combining the stick and the carrot, and she could use this perfume to cover up the smell of medicine on her body, so she took it.

“I’ll help you apply it.”

The faint scent of gardenia lingered between them, like tightly woven threads, his eyes darkened again, his lips fell, just touching her lips.

Knock, knock, knock.

The knock on the door sounded.

“Young Marshal!”

It was Ning Xiujun. How did she get up here?

Wei Liangchen was displeased, he put Jinye down, “I’ll be right back.”

Jinye naturally didn’t dare to speak.

As soon as he left, she slammed the bathroom door shut.

When would this heart-stopping life end?

Ning Xiujun had had some wine, and the alcohol emboldened her. Seeing Wei Liangchen come out, her eyes couldn’t hide her joy, “Mrs. Wei said the guest rooms on the second floor are full, so she asked me to stay on the third floor tonight.”

Wei Liangchen looked at the adjutant Shen who followed him.

Adjutant Shen trembled, his face covered in cold sweat. Oh my god, there’s another one inside.

This place was a daily battlefield, and they, the servants, were also suffering.

“Young Marshal, the Madam brought her up personally, I can’t stop her.”

This explained why it wasn’t his fault for failing to guard the place.

Wei Liangchen’s expression was gloomy, his thoughts unclear, “My mother is also well-intentioned.”

“Young Marshal.” Ning Xiujun was also desperate. Because of Aunt Wei’s words, she felt a strong sense of crisis, thinking that if she didn’t act soon, the position of the Young Marshal’s wife would no longer be hers.

But she had already fallen deeply in love with this handsome and upright man.

Seeing him, her heart would pound.

She had never felt this way before.

“I’ve had some wine.” It was said that men prefer slightly tipsy beauties, it adds a different flavor.

She touched her forehead and gave Wei Liangchen a seductive look.

Although she liked to fight, she was also good at using other weapons, “Our Ning family daughters are specifically taught by court ladies from the Qing Dynasty, we’re no worse than the famous ladies here.”

This was a way of saying, firstly, that she wasn’t the wild chicken Aunt Wei called her, and secondly, that she could serve you comfortably like an emperor.

The bathroom wasn’t far from the room door, Jinye could hear everything clearly. The hand on the doorknob tightened.

This guy, Wei Liangchen, had a high demand and a lot of tricks. He had just had thoughts, and his fire was burning.

Although the French goods hadn’t arrived yet, Ning Xiujun was the one the Wei family had chosen, and it was legitimate. He could use it without needing that extra layer, and it would be even more enjoyable.

Sure enough, he didn’t speak for a few seconds, probably thinking about it.

Damn dog!

“Adjutant Shen.” Wei Liangchen suddenly smiled, “Take Miss Ning to the reception area in the annex. If Mrs. Wei asks, say it was my idea.”

“Yes, Young Marshal.” Adjutant Shen breathed a sigh of relief. If the Young Marshal kept Ning Xiujun, the newly reconciled situation with the third Miss would be ruined, and he would suffer the consequences.

“Miss Ning, please.”

Ning Xiujun was stunned, like she had been doused with a bucket of cold water, her voice trembling, “Wei Liangchen, you—”

“Has anyone told you that I don’t like women who are too forward?” His eyes flashed with cold light, seeming both playful and sarcastic, “My territory, I’m the only one who calls the shots.”

If she continued to cling to him, it would be too embarrassing. Ning Xiujun had never experienced such humiliation in her life. “Fine, you just wait for me.”

He had ignited her competitive spirit, she would conquer him sooner or later.

Just as she was about to turn around, she suddenly sniffed, perfume? She stopped and glanced inside.

This wasn’t the kind of perfume a man would use.

Could it be—