It was hardly a kiss. To call it a bite would be more fitting.
Before long, the taste of blood from the bitten lips and teeth filled their mouths completely.
Since they met, even when Song Yinghuai was overbearing, he rarely treated Caiyu so roughly. This time, he seemed to have gone mad.
Caiyu's lips were bitten through, and a sharp pain shot through her head. She gasped in pain.
Unexpectedly, her gasp only served to further enrage Song Yinghuai, who was already entangled with her. His eyes turned blood - red, and all reason left him. He became even more frantic.
There was no tenderness between lovers; it was more like the savage biting of animals.
Caiyu was too weak to push him away. In desperation, she bit down hard.
The sharp tip of her tooth drew blood from Song Yinghuai's tongue without mercy.
Song Yinghuai winced in pain and finally pulled back. He gently wiped the blood from the corner of Caiyu's lips with his fingertips. His eyes darkened, and he sneered with a curl of his lips.
Caiyu's pupils constricted slightly.
Song Yinghuai at this moment looked as if he was possessed. Just like the first time they met, he exuded a wild and unruly aura, and even his pupils glowed faintly with a hint of blood.
Caiyu was startled and blurted out, "My lord... Um!"
Before she could finish her words, she let out a series of startled gasps.
The man's teeth bit down on her sensitive earlobe vengefully. A cold and charming voice came from the side of her ear, "How much silver do you want? Please me, and I'll give you as much as you ask..."
Tears welled up in Caiyu's eyes, and she felt a surge of shame and anger.
Song Yinghuai's words made it seem as if he really regarded her as a low - class prostitute in a brothel, someone who could be casually defiled with a bit of silver.
She couldn't bear such humiliation. Suddenly, she struggled violently. Her nails scratched several marks on the back of his hand, and she kicked desperately, "I don't want your stinking silver! I'm not a prostitute!"
The man's big palm was as hot as fire. It was rougher than usual, kneading her body into all sorts of shapes without any pity.
"Don't want silver? So you want my personal seal?" Song Yinghuai's voice was cold and heartless. "With my personal seal, you can claim one - tenth of the profits from all my industries. Did you use another man to provoke me just to get the seal?"
"Hehe! I'm not saying I won't give it to you..." His smooth fingertips pressed against Caiyu. "But you're mine in life and in death. There's no way you can leave the mansion and live with other men!"
The personal seal?
Caiyu stared at the cold and handsome face above her in disbelief.
Did Song Yinghuai actually suspect that she was using Song Yongzhen to provoke him into giving her the personal seal?
A wave of shame washed over her.
Caiyu was heart - broken. She pressed her lips tightly together.
Her disheveled hair covered her humiliated eyes. The cold sweat on her forehead seemed to trickle down the corner of her eye.
She was in desperate need of silver, but if she wanted to get it from Song Yinghuai, she could have used her body to seduce and deceive him.
But she didn't.
Because she wanted to cherish the bond between them, she didn't want to deceive him anymore.
But Song Yinghuai was completely unaware.
The misinformation brought by Song Yongzhen had caused their misunderstanding to grow deeper.
Song Yinghuai's words were insulting, and his actions showed no mercy.
The moon outside the window was covered by clouds. A chill crept into Caiyu's heart.
Shaking with weakness, Caiyu sobbed and cursed, "Song Yinghuai, you bastard... brute!!"
For the first time in his life, Song Yinghuai was called a brute, which only further enraged him.
It was as if something was drilling into his brain, stirring up his blood - thirsty instincts.
It made him go crazy, and all he wanted was to torture the woman beneath him.
He let out a disdainful snort from his nose. "I'm a brute? I'll show you what a real brute is like!"
Before Caiyu could react, the man suddenly propped her back up with his palm and bit down viciously.
On the other side, his calloused hand kneaded her. Under the double stimulation of pain and pleasure, Caiyu moaned tearfully. Her spine arched like a crescent moon in the sky:
"It hurts... Waaah, it hurts so much..."
Her soft waist was lifted into the air, making it even more convenient for the man.
Although he said he would act like a brute, subconsciously, the man slowed down his movements because of the woman's cries of pain.
Caiyu's waist and hips trembled.
She bit her lips tightly.
Her calves stretched straight.
Her eyes gradually became blurred.
In the end, she couldn't hold back. Her cries were so charming that it was as if she had been drugged with a strong aphrodisiac.
She was so pathetic.
As long as Song Yinghuai played a trick, she would be lost in the pleasure of love - making with him.
The bells hanging from the curtains on the big bed jingled with the man's movements, making a clear and pleasant sound of joy...
It was early summer. The clear sky suddenly poured down with a torrential rain.
The huge raindrops hit the eaves of the Wen Mansion, making a noisy sound that covered the sound of the carriage rolling on the road.
When Wen Zilong returned to the mansion, Mrs. Lin of the Wen family clung to him and asked when he would bring Peilan into the mansion.
She had been longing to hold her grandson for a long time.
But Wen Zilong went against his usual self and warned Mrs. Lin, "Mother, I have a deep affection for Qin'er. She has always disliked Peilan, so I have to follow her wishes."
Mrs. Lin was shocked. Looking at her suddenly changed son, she asked in confusion and anxiety, "What do you mean? Is the child of our Wen family going to be born outside?"
"Wherever the child is born, it's still of the Wen family blood. There's no need to rush." Wen Zilong impatiently tugged at his court robe and threw it to his attendant. "But don't worry, Mother. Qin'er has relented. After Peilan gives birth to the child, we'll bring them into the mansion. Why are you in such a hurry?"
Mrs. Lin opened her mouth, somewhat disbelieving. "Really, really... relented?"
"Absolutely." Wen Zilong changed into his casual clothes and instructed, "Mother, talk to Peilan these days and tell her not to be impatient. She's waited for four years. What's another ten months?"
"I'm not a heartless man. All these years, although my father - in - law's family was exiled to Hainan and Qin'er became the daughter of a convicted official, I didn't divorce her. Peilan has been with me for four years, and I haven't abandoned her for a new love. What's she so impatient about?"
What he said seemed reasonable.
Mrs. Lin nodded hesitantly. "In that case, I'll go and talk to Peilan tomorrow and tell her to wait a little longer..."
She sighed with pity. "It's just a pity for my poor grandson. He can't be born in our grand mansion. I don't know what Lan Jinqin is thinking. Since she's relented, why does she still want to make my grandson suffer..."
"For her to relent is already a great concession. Mother, don't complain anymore. I promised her when I married her that she would be my only wife for life. Later, when there was Peilan, she had some resentment in her heart. It's understandable that she wants Peilan and the child to suffer a bit."
After changing his clothes, Wen Zilong went to the main house.
Lan Jinqin and Liuli were doing embroidery, planning to sell it outside in a few days.
The silver note worth 5,300 taels had been sent by the post - station attendant. She hoped it would buy some time and make them treat her father, Lan Guangling, more leniently in Hainan.
The rain outside was loud. When Wen Zilong walked to the door, neither the mistress nor the maid noticed.
Not until the door was pushed open.
Seeing the man at the door, soaked from head to toe, a flash of panic and disgust crossed Lan Jinqin's eyes.
"Why are you back, husband?" Lan Jinqin tightened the handkerchief in her hand. "Didn't you say the palace banquet would last until the first quarter of the midnight? It's only the third quarter of the evening now."
Wen Zilong returned to the mansion at the third quarter of the evening, which meant the palace banquet ended at the first quarter of the evening.
It ended more than an hour earlier than expected.
At this time, she couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore.
Wen Zilong stepped forward, waved Liuli away, and then held Lan Jinqin's smooth shoulders. He said with a gentle smile:
"I was worried about you, my lady. You hurt your knee today. I rushed back before the palace banquet ended. How do you feel?"
The man in the light - colored long robe exuded an air of scholarly refinement. His narrow phoenix eyes were filled with an unfading tenderness.
If Lan Jinqin didn't know the true nature of this man, she might really be deceived by his good looks.
The warmth on her shoulders made Lan Jinqin's back shiver. She got up casually and pretended to tidy up the needles and threads in the dressing box. She replied nonchalantly:
"I'm much better. I can walk now."
As soon as she finished speaking, she was suddenly hugged around the waist from behind by the man.
The warm and wine - scented breath hit her nostrils.
She was so scared that she almost let out a scream.
Wen Zilong pinched her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. He said affectionately, "My lady, counting the days, it seems we haven't been intimate for almost half a year. How about tonight..."