Qu Yue looked in the direction of the sound. At the same time, the people inside the house also noticed something strange. "Who's out there?"
Oh no!
Qu Yue shot a glare at the culprit standing nonchalantly around the corner. As the footsteps of Mrs. Song grew louder in her ears, she gritted her teeth, dashed towards the man, and pushed him by the waist to hide around the corner.
Just as their figures disappeared, Mrs. Song's gaze happened to sweep over.
Behind her, Mu Wang was in the same posture.
He stared at the corner, his eyes darkening. "Mother, you must have misheard."
A look of confusion flashed across Mrs. Song's elegant face. "I clearly heard voices."
"I'll go check it out," she said, taking a step forward.
Mu Wang quickly grabbed her and pressed her onto the wooden chair. "You must be so heart - broken that you're having hallucinations."
He placed his hand on Mrs. Song's shoulder and skillfully massaged it. "Let me rub your shoulders."
"You're the only one who's filial," Mrs. Song was amused by him and gave up the idea.
On the other side, Qu Yue, who was standing against the wall, also let out a sigh of relief.
Mu Wang had the ability to make people unconditionally tolerate his willfulness.
The strong smell of rouge and powder invaded her nostrils belatedly. Only then did Qu Yue notice that she was hugging Wen Wuyou's waist, their postures intimate.
She quickly let go and distanced herself.
Wen Wuyou's arms were suddenly empty, and he raised his eyebrows slightly.
Qu Yue suppressed her resentment towards him for almost exposing her just now, and bowed slightly. "General Wen, please keep today's matter a secret for me."
Wen Wuyou leaned against the wall crookedly, his eyes raised provocatively. "Yue'er, if you want me to do something for you, you have to pay a reward."
Qu Yue frowned. "What does the general want?"
She really didn't have a good impression of this man.
He always wore a striking vermilion - purple cross - collared robe with slits on the sides and held a folding fan, occasionally fanning the hair hanging on his temples.
He had a pair of extremely charming fox - like eyes, yet he was extremely popular among women. As long as he stood there, there would surely be women asking to marry him.
Although he was a young general with outstanding military achievements, he always acted like a prodigal son.
Moreover, this man was a good comrade - in - arms of Mu Yuan, and their friendship was as deep as that of brothers.
Last month, he had temporarily stayed at the Mu family on the pretext of "taking a rest and waiting for Mu Yuan to return home for a gathering".
Wen Wuyou opened his folding fan with a swish. The picture of a beauty admiring flowers on the fan was vivid.
He waved the fan. "Guess."
Qu Yue: "..."
There was never a serious word when talking to him.
Qu Yue knew this man's temper. He didn't like to meddle in other people's business, so he probably wouldn't tell others.
She dropped the pretense. "General Wen, if you have nothing else to do, I'll take my leave first."
Wen Wuyou waved his folding fan. The fine hair on his temples brushed against his high nose bridge. The corners of his captivating fox - like eyes were raised in a pitiful arc, looking like a charming demon.
He leaned forward and got closer to Qu Yue. His magnetic deep voice was extremely alluring. "When you need something, I'm General Wen. When you don't, I'm just Master Wen. It really breaks my heart."
Qu Yue was startled and immediately took a step back to distance herself.
Her beautiful eyes glared angrily, filled with annoyance. "General Wen! Anyway, I'm the properly - wedded wife of the heir. Please don't act like this!"
Mentioning Mu Yuan, Wen Wuyou's eyebrows were covered with frost, and the curve of his lips faded a lot.
He took a step forward and closed the distance again.
Qu Yue's overly heavy breathing carried a faint fragrance. Her small pink face was flushed with anger, like a newly - blooming peach blossom.
This appearance made Wen Wuyou can't help but poke the tender flesh on her cheek and keep pressing it. "Wife? I didn't know that a woman forced into the family could still be called a wife."
He stared into her eyes, which were extremely bloodshot. His venomous words showed that he had thrown all respect out of the window. "I thought you were no different from those women in the brothel who scheme to get a fool to redeem them. At most, you're just a concubine maid."
"Scoundrel!"
Qu Yue was enraged and slapped him hard across the face. The crisp sound of the slap echoed in the courtyard.
Her chest heaved violently. The hand she had raised fell to her side and clenched into a fist.
"General Wen, please show me the respect I deserve!"
Wen Wuyou's head was turned to one side by the slap. He pressed his tongue against his cheek and rubbed the red - slapped cheek with his hand. "You're not afraid of being heard now."
This casual remark flashed through Qu Yue's mind like an electric shock.
Her eyelids twitched. She quickly turned around and peeked into the house over the wall.
Seeing that there was no abnormality, she finally felt relieved.
Qu Yue felt that she couldn't stay with Wen Wuyou any longer. This man's words were so annoying that he always affected her mood.
She turned back and said with a bit of hostility. "General Wen, if you really have nothing else to do, I'll go back to my courtyard first."
Wen Wuyou resumed his nonchalant look. "Leaving just after hitting me. How heartless."
Qu Yue got angry and put her hands on her hips. "What should I do then? It's you who was rude and sarcastic to me, and it's you who was flirtatious and presumptuous. Who else should I slap if not you?"
Since her mother's death, she had rarely lost her temper because she would be beaten if she got angry.
Unexpectedly, the only two times she got angry after learning to restrain herself were both because of this man!
Her delicate body wrapped in mourning clothes trembled slightly with anger. Her fair cheeks were tinged with a faint blush, like a newly - blooming peach blossom bud, extremely alluring.
Wen Wuyou took in her appearance and let out a low laugh from his throat. "Such a lively beauty."
Crazy man!
Qu Yue refused to say another word to him and was about to leave.
Wen Wuyou was at ease, swaying his fan unhurriedly. "Yue'er is in such a hurry. I guess you don't need my help anymore."
Hearing this, Qu Yue's small cloth shoe that had stepped out hung in the air.
She was all alone now. She could stay in the Marquis Mansion on her own, but it would surely be difficult.
If she could get someone's help...
She looked back. "How can you help me?"
Wen Wuyou hooked his two fingers slightly, smiling casually. "It's a whisper. You have to get closer to hear it."
Qu Yue knew that this man was unreliable, but subconsciously she also wanted to hear his idea.
She turned her toes and took the initiative to get closer to him.
As the distance between them closed, Wen Wuyou waved his folding fan. "Yue'er, you were really enthusiastic last night."
Boom—
It was like a muffled thunder exploding right above Qu Yue's head.
She was momentarily flustered, her beautiful eyes trembling. "What enthusiasm?"
Wen Wuyou sneered. "Denying it?"
Qu Yue stared at him with wide eyes, like an angry cat. "I don't understand what you're talking about!"
Wen Wuyou found it even more interesting. He picked up a lock of her hair and twirled it around the fan bone. "Yue'er is really good at feigning ignorance."
"Last night, it was also this fragrance..."
He sniffed the hair lightly. The faint smell of honeysuckle spread under his nose. "Still can't remember?"
Qu Yue's breathing quickened. She was at a loss for a moment.
The man last night was actually him!
How could she negotiate with him? Should she beg him not to tell the truth about last night...
"Why is Yue'er so nervous?" Wen Wuyou's hearty laughter interrupted the countless thoughts in her mind. "You were the one handling all the funeral arrangements last night, receiving all the mourners and comforting them. Isn't that enthusiasm?"
The corners of his lips curled up. "Or does Yue'er have some other secrets that can't be told?"