Song Wanchu followed Wen Shi. Wen Shi was still fuming and dragged her along, walking in a hurry.
Two pairs of eyes pierced through the crowd and followed her all the time, as if with scorching heat that was impossible to ignore.
Song Wanchu pinched her palm to remind herself not to look back.
There was nothing left for her to miss.
Du Yong was sent to the medical clinic by the old butler. Feeling guilty, Song Wanchu asked Wen Shi to go home first. Then she took Nan Zhi to buy some tonics and sent them to the clinic.
As the young master of the Marquis's Mansion, Du Yong was well - treated by the clinic and arranged in a single room. The doctor wrapped ice cubes in gauze and applied them to his terribly bruised panda eyes.
The old butler stood at the door, sighing helplessly.
Last time, the young master drank in the Starry Pavilion. During the banquet, he sighed and regretted that he hadn't proposed marriage to the Song family earlier than Liang Yuzhou. He could only watch the girl he liked marry someone else.
Coincidentally, Liang Yuzhou was in the next room and heard every word clearly.
Second Master Liang was always a man of few words but extremely ruthless. He grabbed the young master and gave him a good beating.
The young master broke three ribs and had to lie in bed at home for three months. Knowing they were in the wrong and that the Marquis's Mansion was of lower status than the Duke's Mansion, the old marquis had no choice but to swallow this humiliation.
After this incident, the old marquis told the old butler to keep a close eye on this young master, especially when Liang Yuzhou was around, to prevent him from getting beaten up again.
But the young master had a short memory. He flew into a rage for the sake of a beauty and got himself injured like this. The old butler was on the verge of tears and didn't know how to explain it to the old marquis.
The key was that this beauty was Second Master Liang's wife. Wasn't the young master just wasting his effort?
Just as he was sighing, Song Wanchu arrived. She looked at the old butler full of apology.
Nan Zhi quickly stuffed the big and small bags of tonics into the old butler's hands.
"Uncle, this incident was caused by me. If you're worried about explaining it when you return to the Marquis's Mansion, I can write a letter to the Marquise to explain the reason."
"Thank goodness! Madam is really kind - hearted!"
The old butler was so excited that his words were exaggerated. He kept bowing.
Song Wanchu knew the Marquise of Yongning. She had met her several times at banquets. The Marquise left an impression on her as a reasonable and easy - going person.
"Miss Song, you've come to see me?"
Du Yong's eyes were covered with ice packs, so he couldn't see anything, but he heard Song Wanchu's voice.
Her voice was gentle and clear, like a warbler singing out of the valley, soothing the summer heat. Du Yong felt that all his injuries didn't hurt so much anymore.
Du Yong was an unmarried man to Song Wanchu. According to the rules, she couldn't stay in the same room with an unmarried man.
Fortunately, there was a screen in the room that let in light but blocked the view. Song Wanchu walked in and sat on the other side of the screen.
Du Yong tilted his head in her direction. Since he couldn't see, his head hit the screen.
He grinned stupidly, like a cute big dog.
Apart from saying sorry, Song Wanchu didn't know what else to say.
She had served her husband whole - heartedly for three years, but he had misunderstood and hurt her again and again because of Yu Huiyan. In the end, the one who truly cared about her and stood up for her was actually Du Yong, an unmarried man she had hardly interacted with.
"Mr. Du, you should recover well. Don't provoke Liang Yuzhou anymore in the future."
"Humph, I'm not afraid of him! It's worth it for you!"
He was clearly the loser. Why was he so proud?
Du Yong puffed out his chest bravely, but he pulled his wound and hissed in pain.
"When I recover from my injuries, I'll practice martial arts hard. I don't believe I can't catch up with Liang Yuzhou!"
Song Wanchu couldn't help but smile softly, "Yes, I believe you too."
As a married woman, it wasn't appropriate for her to stay in the room for too long.
"Mr. Du, I'll take my leave first."
Du Yong cherished every moment he spent with Song Wanchu. How could she leave after just a few words?
He stood up anxiously, unable to find the right direction. He spun around, "You promised to treat me to iced tea!"
There was no response. The room was quiet. Only the wind beat against the window, bringing the summer heat.
Nan Zhi had been waiting outside the door for a long time. Seeing that Song Wanchu didn't come out, she peeked inside.
"Mr. Du, where's my miss?"
Du Yong looked disappointed. Hearing this, a look of confusion appeared on his face, "Didn't she leave long ago?"
Nan Zhi: "??? I've been at the door all the time. Why didn't I see my miss come out?"
She looked in the direction of the window and felt confused. Did her miss climb out of the window?
Before her miss got married, she had a wilder personality. It was quite possible for her to do such a thing. But after her miss suffered from heart disease, she was no longer suitable for such strenuous actions.
Another gust of wind blew, and the window rattled. Du Yong suddenly realized, "Your miss really doesn't follow the usual path."
At the door of the medical clinic, the carriage of the Duke's Mansion was parked.
Song Wanchu was pressed against the carriage wall by Liang Yuzhou. She stared at him in shock and was in a daze for a long time.
Liang Yuzhou had actually climbed in through the window just now and abducted her into the carriage.
This kind of behavior beyond Song Wanchu's understanding was even more shocking than him beating Du Yong in public.
"Don't treat him to tea. Do you hear me?"
Liang Yuzhou held the back of her neck and pressed her body against his chest. He bit her ear and warned her in a low voice.
The temperature of his chest was hotter than the scorching sun. Mixed with anger, he was like a burning fireball, about to burn her up.
"Only the state officials are allowed to set fires, but the common people are not allowed to light lamps?"
Liang Yuzhou understood the hidden meaning in Song Wanchu's words, "Huiyan is different from you!"
Of course they were different. One was the beloved childhood sweetheart, while she was the low - class concubine who could be discarded and humiliated at any time.
Song Wanchu didn't say a word. Her eyes looking at him were calm and dull, showing neither sadness nor joy.
It was as if her soul had been taken away, and she had become a puppet without emotions.
But she was still charming and gorgeous. Wherever she went, she was the most eye - catching.
With the charming girl in his arms, Liang Yuzhou gently stroked her red lips, "Song Wanchu, how many men have you attracted?"
There was her childhood brother, the crown prince who bowed to her, and now Du Yong who had been in love with her for many years.
His voice was hoarse. If you listened carefully, you could even hear a bit of jealousy and annoyance.
The two were so close that their noses were almost touching. The man's warm breath blew on her face, causing a slight itch. Song Wanchu parted her red lips slightly. Before she could say a word, her lips were blocked by his.
She was all too familiar with his breath, the unique fresh and natural smell of a man. She used to be very infatuated with it. When they were intimate in bed, she always couldn't help getting closer, hoping his breath would stay longer.
She didn't want to sink. She turned her head to avoid him, but Liang Yuzhou's lips and tongue chased after her relentlessly, taking over her mouth.
Song Wanchu was kissed dizzy. Her breathing gradually became rapid, and her cheeks and earlobes turned pink.
The already hot air was filled with a restless atmosphere, as if it would ignite at any moment.
Song Wanchu deliberately ignored the physical changes Liang Yuzhou brought to her, but it was all in vain. Her body remembered him. His breath was too domineering, tightly wrapping and penetrating her.
"Liang Yuzhou, let go! Do you think of me as your private property?"
Liang Yuzhou could humiliate her personality unscrupulously, but it didn't stop him from being infatuated with her body.
"You are mine, from head to toe. I don't like you talking to other men, and I don't like you smiling at them!"
Those phoenix eyes filled with lust were overflowing with possessiveness.
"Then what about you being so affectionate with Yu Huiyan all day long?"
The tears that Song Wanchu had been holding back finally burst out.
The grievances, sadness, and disappointment that had accumulated for many days were like a raging flood, instantly drowning her reason.
She kept pounding on Liang Yuzhou's chest, venting her anger regardless of her image.
Liang Yuzhou didn't dodge. Her strength was like a cat's scratch, painless.
"Song Wanchu, in what capacity are you questioning me?"