The divorced wife of a wealthy businessman

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Mi Lulu, the wealthy businessman's divorced wife

—was he too confident, or was she just too good at acting? Married for two years, she was gentle, affectionate, and obedient, especially in bed, where she was incredibly passionate and attentive. But just when he thought he could have her forever, his perfect wife, taking advantage of his absence, ran off with another man without a word! Filled with doubt and a sliver of hope, he searched for two years, finally seeing the woman he had longed for again. Unexpectedly, the once gentle woman had become colder than an iceberg, and had even enlisted a group of powerful backers to make things difficult for him, leaving him speechless and unable to get close to her! He truly didn't understand why, when he was the one abandoned by his wife, he was seen as a heartless man…
Prologue: In

Fengtian City, a teahouse is about to open.

The signboard above the building had just been put up, bearing four large golden characters—

Dragon and Phoenix Teahouse.

The residents of Fengtian City had been eagerly anticipating this lavishly decorated teahouse for a long time, but it hadn't opened for business yet. Just as everyone was starting to wonder, a red paper notice appeared on the teahouse's exterior wall:

Seeking

two managers, room and board provided, excellent benefits.

Several chefs, room and board

provided, excellent benefits. Several waiters, room and

board provided, excellent benefits. Several cooks, room and board provided, excellent benefits.

Interested parties, come in for an interview.

As soon as this red paper notice appeared, everyone in the streets and alleys was discussing whether the teahouse owner had lost his mind. What kind of teahouse was preparing to open and hadn't even found enough staff?

This news spread like wildfire throughout Fengtian City. Many people were certain that the Dragon and Phoenix Teahouse would definitely close down within six months because of an owner who didn't know how to manage money.

Regardless, the Dragon and Phoenix Teahouse was still short-staffed…

Anyone interested should hurry in and apply!

Chapter 1

The Divorced Wife of a Wealthy Merchant 1

Her body heat soothed my skin, her

tenderness enveloped my heart.

You are my heaven, my husband, my only one in this life.

The He family in the north of Fangyuan City, though not a wealthy family, was still a scholarly one.

Master He had one wife and a son and a daughter.

His son was married and studying diligently, preparing for the imperial examinations. His

daughter, He Lanyu, married Bei Chenyang, a wealthy merchant from Qingzhou City, two years ago. She would be twenty this year, and the couple had no children since their marriage.

Qingzhou City was a prosperous city, abundant in resources and its people healthy and prosperous.

Early in the morning, just as dawn was breaking, He Lanyu finished washing and dressing, changed into a light green silk dress, styled her hair in a simple bun, and gently pushed open the door to go to the kitchen.

As soon as she stepped into the kitchen, she smelled a fragrant aroma.

White smoke rose from the steamer, and several maids, cooks, and kitchen staff were bustling about.

"Good morning." He Lanyu spoke softly, interrupting their busy work.

"Good morning, young mistress." A cook greeted her with a smile, her hands busy with other tasks.

"Good morning, young mistress—"

the others followed suit, none of them showing surprise, as if they were already used to her appearing in the kitchen so early in the morning.

Indeed, regardless of the season, He Lanyu would come to the kitchen in the early morning to prepare meals for her husband and mother-in-law, and she even personally brought Bei Chenyang his wash water.

Over the past two years, the cooks had learned her habits, so they would always boil a pot of water for her first, so that the young mistress wouldn't get her hands wet or her body cold.

"Granny Shen, you boiled water for me again, thank you." He Lanyu never hesitated to express her gratitude, her sweet face revealing two dimples when she smiled.

"Young mistress, you don't need to be so polite." Granny Shen replied while stir-frying chili peppers. "The weather is getting colder, and you've gotten up so early. Remember to dress warmly."

Having served as a servant in a wealthy household for so long, she had never seen a mistress personally go to the kitchen to help with household affairs.

But this young mistress was truly different. Not only did she not look down on the kitchen as a messy place, but she also personally went in to work. Occasionally

, when there weren't enough people, she would squat down to help add firewood, or when everyone was too busy, she would take the initiative to pick up the large spatula and stir-fry vegetables on the hot wok, completely without any airs of a mistress.

She not only put in the effort but also went to great lengths. For the old lady's health, she asked them to use as little oil and salt as possible in the cooking, but fearing that this would compromise the color, aroma, and taste, she diligently researched various recipes, just to ensure the old lady ate healthily and happily.

In addition, she would personally stew a pot of chicken soup every day, adding medicinal herbs she had painstakingly obtained, to nourish her husband who was busy with business.

Her efforts weren't intended to please anyone; she simply wanted to contribute to the family.

After all, she wasn't in charge of the household's finances; the real power remained in the hands of the Old Madam. All she could do was carefully tend to their meals.

"Granny Shen, I understand," He Lanxuan smiled gently, approaching the steamer and lifting the lid.

The aroma of plump, white steamed buns wafted out.

"Young Madam, those buns were made with fresh goat milk and flour as you instructed. They taste completely different from before; they smell so wonderful!" Granny Shen said with a smile as she saw her lift the lid.

"Master and the Old Madam don't need so many buns. We'll distribute them to others to try later," He Lanyu said, closing the steamer and gently lifting the lid of the earthenware pot containing the simmering chicken soup.

"Young Madam, you instructed us to stew the hen with medicinal herbs. It's been simmering for an hour now, the flavors should have infused it."

"Use chicken broth instead of stir-frying! The Old Madam is getting old; eating strong flavors all the time isn't good for her health." He Lanyu instructed softly, then picked up a basin and, without asking anyone else, personally ladled hot water into it, filling it to about eight-tenths full. Only then did the maidservant hurriedly add a few ladles of cold water.

He Lanyu never slacked off on these seemingly tedious tasks.

Since she had married Bei Chenyang, she should fulfill her duties as a wife. Therefore, she never let Bei Chenyang worry about her life in the mansion, and she did her best to serve her mother-in-law, being a gentle and obedient daughter-in-law. She didn't find this kind of life boring; after all, she was now a married woman, and many things could no longer be done arbitrarily.

"You've worked hard," He Lanyu said politely, holding up the basin. "The Master and the Old Madam will be having breakfast soon, thank you for your trouble."

"Young Madam, you're too kind. It's what we should do," Shen Mama waved her hand, a little embarrassed.

"I'll take some hot water to wash the master's face first, you all continue with your work." He Lanyu smiled and greeted them before leaving the kitchen.

It was a new day.

The exquisitely carved wooden door was gently pushed open, letting sunlight stream in through the cracks.

The man on the bed was still asleep, seemingly fast asleep.

He Lanyu gently closed the door, placed the basin of water, and tiptoed to the bedside.

She lifted the silk curtains and saw the handsome man on the bed still with his eyes closed.

"Husband, the rooster has crowed." He Lanyu gently shook him.

That was her everything, her husband—

Bei Chenyang.

Suddenly, a strong hand gripped her arm, pulling her petite body onto the bed. His robe opened with the movement, revealing his muscular chest.

He Lanyu was pinned to the bed by him, her beautiful eyes meeting his long, narrow ones.

"It's cold, why don't you sleep a little longer?" Bei Chenyang asked in a low, husky voice, pressing down on her.

She forced a smile. "I prepared hot water for my husband."

"That's something the servants can do. In this weather, we should be more affectionate..." As Bei Chenyang spoke, his large hand reached for her clothes, quickly and firmly grasping her breast. "I'm leaving the city today to collect debts; it'll be at least half a month before I return."

"Mmm..." He Lanyu's hands gently pressed against his chest. "Husband...you've worked hard."

Her body trembled slightly at his touch, his large hands seeming to ignite a fire within her, passionately teasing her.

Looking at her flushed cheeks, Bei Chenyang's dark eyes flashed. For the two years since their marriage, her behavior had always been so gentle and appropriate.

In his mind, He Lanyu was gentle, virtuous, knew how to conduct herself, and got along well with her mother-in-law—an impeccable wife.

Sometimes, however, when he looked deeply into her eyes, he sensed a reluctance to speak, a suppressed emotion within them.

He wanted to draw out her true nature, but she always concealed it well.

In the two years of their marriage, aside from her passion in bed, she was always as gentle as an orchid.

"Husband..." He Lan Yu exhaled softly, her bodice already disheveled by him.

Ignoring her resistance, he pulled open her bodice and slipped his large hand inside her undergarment, gently kneading her soft, rounded breasts.

"Mmm..." she involuntarily arched her back; despite two years of marriage, she remained sensitive to his touch.

He breathed heavily on her face, his large hand gradually moving to her crotch, forcefully pulling down her undergarments.

His fingertips unexpectedly pierced her dry vulva, gently teasing her.

Her body arched slightly from this teasing.

"Husband...no, don't..."

"When have you ever been so disobedient?" He chuckled, pressing his fingertip against the small, round nipple hidden within her labia, gently caressing it.

She bit her lip, his advances always fierce and intense.

"I...I'm afraid my husband will be late..."

"Didn't I say it's still early?" He deliberately stroked her gradually rising clitoris forcefully, feeling the passionate core secreting fluid.

"Husband..." She turned her face away, biting her lip, unwilling to let her shameful voice escape.

After all, it was already dawn, and maids would soon come to tidy the room; if they heard her voice during lovemaking, it would be utterly humiliating.

"Don't you want me?" His long fingers caressed the already erect nipple, finally opening his mouth to take her nipple in.

She breathed softly, her body subtly changing; his body heat warmed her skin, turning her original pink into a blush.

"Look, you're all wet, and your nipples are hard..." He lightly teased the buds on her breasts with the tip of his tongue, while his large hands gently rubbed the entrance of her flower.

Her hands climbed up his neck, turning her face to face him, watching him greedily suckle her nipples, her limbs beginning to feel numb.

"Husband..." Her eyes gradually became hazy, her body responding to his caresses, her legs actively wrapping around his waist, passionately responding to his teasing.

"This is more like my obedient Lan'er..." Bei Chenyang murmured with satisfaction. Lan'er was a nickname only he would use, an intimate term between husband and wife.

Her body was ignited by him, her love juices flowing freely, she could feel her flower already wet as a spring.

"So, so hot..." she breathed softly, her face as red as a peach blossom. "Husband, please stop torturing me..."

Seeing her shy expression, his groin was already swollen, erect and pressing against his crotch. He withdrew his long fingers, pulled down his pants, and deliberately left the hot iron standing erect at the entrance of her flower.

"Then what do you want to say?" Bei Chenyang raised an eyebrow, his handsome face carrying a hint of wickedness.

Looking at her slightly parted lips and her eyes full of passion, he deliberately swayed his waist, letting the hot iron gently glide across her smooth flesh.

"Lan'er wants..." Her fingertips dug into his back, seemingly enduring pain. "Husband... hurry up and enter my body, I'm so hot, I want it so much..."

"Good Lan'er." He smiled faintly, held his hot, large member, and squeezed it into her flower.

"Mmm..." She groaned softly, the burning hot iron completely filling her small, tight passage.

She moaned with satisfaction, making him move on her body, the hot iron thrusting in and out of her slippery passage.

"Lan'er, your little hole is so tight, so hot..." he whispered, thrusting forcefully inside her. "Your little flower hole is the smallest and warmest I've ever felt in my life."

Helan Niu listened to their intimate conversation and couldn't help but respond to him with passionate instinct. "Husband...you're making Lan'er feel so good...so good..."

The fierce attack overwhelmed her, stripping her of her usual dignified demeanor. Her clothes were disheveled, her bodice torn open, revealing half of her fair breast.

Her slender right leg was still covered by her underpants, her legs tightly clamped around his waist.

Her inner thighs received his thrusts, again and again, piercing her sensitive flower core, making her moans more and more lewd with each thrust.

She abandoned her usual upbringing and reserve, following his thrusts with wanton abandon, enjoying the fierce and powerful friction of the hot iron in her passage. Her flower walls responded passionately, constantly secreting sweet love juice, allowing him to thrust smoothly.

However, she was ultimately just a weak woman, and she couldn't withstand his powerful and fierce attacks, begging for mercy as she couldn't hold on any longer.

"Husband, my lord..." she cried out in a daze, her once neatly styled hair now disheveled. "Mmm, mmm... I can't take it anymore..."

A feeling as if she were about to ascend to the clouds quickly climbed up her limbs, causing her legs to straighten involuntarily, and she could no longer hold onto his waist.

"Ah—" she let out a high-pitched moan, her fingers tightly gripping the muscles of his back, her whole body limp on the bed.

Bei Chenyang lifted her buttocks and continued to thrust into her tender flower cave, feeling the abundant sound of water constantly flowing, he was also on the verge of his final climax.

"Lan'er, wait for me a little longer..." he gritted his teeth, his swollen, hot iron rapidly entering and exiting the gushing flower cave.

Not long after, a tingling sensation came from his lumbar spine.

He roared and thrust hard several times with all his might, finally burying his erect member deep into her flower path—

his semen gushed from the small opening at the round end, the cloudy liquid mingling with her vaginal fluid, slowly flowing down her delicate thighs…

The sweet scent in the air hadn’t faded yet, and He Lan Yu’s face still showed signs of weariness, but even though her body ached, she had to get out of bed. Her

cheeks were flushed with desire, and the feeling of pleasure still lingered within her, but in order not to delay Bei Chen Yang and the old lady’s mealtime, she hurriedly got up to wash and dress.

Alas, for the past two years, he had always been greedily seeking pleasure, even training her into a little slut, arousing the most wanton side of her.

Thinking of how, during their lovemaking, he would demand that she cry out her body’s needs and actively respond to his teasing…

just thinking about it made her feel ashamed! He Lan Yu clearly saw the blush on her cheeks in front of the foreign-style mirror her husband had brought back.

She shook her head, re-combed her hair, soaked a towel in the basin, wrung it out, and then walked back to the bedside.

"Husband, it's time to wash up," she said softly, her voice barely audible, as if she'd never raised her voice before.

Bei Chenyang's robes were still open, revealing his strong chest. He took the wet towel from his wife, wiped his face a few times, his eyes still fixed on her.

After helping him wash, she went behind the jade screen, took out his clothes, and returned to the bedside, gently dressing him.

Bei Chenyang was used to her service, and sat on the bed, watching her every move.

After putting on his outer garment, her slender hands never stopped, skillfully buttoning it up.

Her movements were meticulous; only after buttoning the last button did she return to the dressing table, take out the gold tiger purse she had embroidered herself, and pin it to his waist.

She performed these actions quietly, and he quietly enjoyed her service.

For two years, they had lived a life of mutual respect, only revealing their passionate side in bed.

After tidying Bei Chenyang's clothes, He Lanyu helped him put on socks and then took out shoes she had skillfully sewn, letting him wear them comfortably.

"Husband, hurry up and have breakfast in the front hall! I think Mother must have gotten up especially early today, since you're going out of town to collect debts." She lifted her small face and said gently.

"Mm." Bei Chenyang looked at her beautiful face and brushed his sleeves.

"Husband, go ahead, I'll stay in the room and help you pack." She smiled gently and sat on the edge of the bed watching him.

She always strictly followed the rules, waiting for the elders and her husband to finish their meals before she could join them at the table.

Although she didn't understand who set this rule, the matchmaker had earnestly instructed her two years ago when she entered the Bei Chen family, and she still remembered it to this day.

Bei Chenyang was already used to her gentleness and her feminine side. He left the room without asking any questions, leaving her to pack his bags alone.

She had no complaints, because she, He Lanyu, was—

Bei Chenyang's wife.

Chapter Two

In fact, Old Madam Bei Chen wasn't particularly kind to He Lanyu.

The old lady always believed that a more outstanding girl was worthy of Bei Chenyang. In her mind, she only had eyes for Yao Caining, the wealthy heiress from Qingzhou City, whom she had originally planned to propose to.

She was the daughter-in-law the old lady had chosen.

However, Bei Chenyang met He Lanyu once when he went to Fangyuan City to collect debts and fell in love with her. The second time, he took it upon himself to find a matchmaker and propose to the He family. This

unilateral action left the old lady with no time to refuse, and she could only watch helplessly as her son married He Lanyu.

The He family was a declining scholarly family. Master He was a teacher whose income came from teaching. In his spare time, he helped people in the village write letters, couplets, or wedding and funeral invitations to earn some extra money.

To put it bluntly, the He family simply didn't have the financial resources to prepare a lavish dowry for their daughter. He Lanyu brought only a few simple clothes and a few frequently read books into the Beichen household.

Therefore, before she entered the family, the old lady had instructed the matchmaker to repeatedly remind her of various rules and regulations, especially to serve her mother-in-law diligently.

She indeed served the old lady obediently, managed Beichen Yang's life well, ensuring he had no worries while away, and even put effort into getting along well with everyone in the household, all to fulfill her duty.

However, the old lady's attitude didn't change because of her efforts; instead, she became even more demanding and critical, treating her with increasing severity.

When Beichen Yang was in the household, the old lady would put on a kind motherly face, treating her like her own daughter.

But if you calculate it, Beichen Yang only spent a maximum of three months a year in the household, spending the rest of his time traveling, so naturally, he rarely saw how the old lady treated her.

He Lanyu never complained; she always believed it was because she hadn't done enough that the old lady was so strict with her.

As soon as Bei Chenyang left the manor, her status plummeted from young mistress to almost that of a maid. Aside from chopping wood and fetching water, she had to do almost everything herself.

Fortunately, the servants knew she was kind and gentle by nature, and they tried their best to help her behind the scenes, easing her burden considerably.

However, no one dared to tell Bei Chenyang the truth, fearing trouble.

Besides, Bei Chenyang seemed indifferent to He Lanyu, assuming she truly had no worries about food or clothing, living a comfortable life as a young mistress.

He confidently believed that he married He Lanyu because of her gentle and virtuous personality, thinking she would be a good wife who could share his burdens.

Therefore, he never worried about her.

He believed she was a clever and quick-witted wife, even obedient to the point of having no opinions of her own.

He never doubted that his own mother would mistreat his wife.

He Lanyu hadn't even had breakfast when she handed the packed luggage to Bei Chenyang at the carriage.

Her eyes were filled with worry; she wondered how long it would be before he returned, and whether he might encounter any trouble on the road.

"The manor is in your care," Bei Chenyang said casually before getting into the carriage.

She nodded obediently, adding with concern, "Husband, please be careful on your journey."

"I know," Bei Chenyang replied, looking at her worried face. "At the earliest, I'll be back in half a month."

She bit her lip and murmured, "May I get in the carriage... to give my husband something?"

He paused, then leaned out of the carriage, scooping her up and pulling her inside.

She timidly took a safety amulet from her bosom and tied the red thread around his neck.

"This is a safety amulet I obtained from the temple; it will ensure your safety wherever you go," she said softly, tucking the amulet into his collar.

"Thank you." Bei Chenyang looked at her shy expression, a slight smile curving his lips.

He wasn't heartless; after two years together, he was sometimes moved by her gentleness.

"And..." She took out a red thread from her sleeve. "This is a 'love knot' I got from the Old Man of the Moon; it also has the effect of ensuring safety."

She deftly tied the red thread around his left wrist, perfectly matching the red thread on her right wrist.

He noticed the red thread on her right wrist.

"A woman's thing, tied so delicately on my wrist, doesn't suit me." He stopped her, forcefully pulling the red thread off.

He Lanyu was stunned, not expecting him to refuse.

"But..." Biting her lip, she hesitated, not daring to say that it was a 'love knot' she had specially obtained for 'eternal love' when she was feeling uneasy.

"Your safety charm is enough." He placed the red thread in her palm, noticing that her hand seemed much thicker than before.

He didn't suspect anything, simply assuming it was her considerate nature and that she was doing extra work that a servant should be doing.

She bit her lip lightly, her eyes pleading.

"Then... let me put the 'love knot' in my husband's purse, so no one will see it, okay?"

Seeing her pitiful appearance, he couldn't refuse. "Whatever you want."

Hearing this, she finally smiled again and placed the red thread into the golden tiger purse she had embroidered.

"It's getting late, I should go now." Bei Chenyang picked her up again and helped her down from the carriage.

In that brief moment, she tightly wrapped her arms around his neck, deeply imprinting his masculine aura on her heart.

But as soon as her toes touched the ground, she had to release her grip on his neck, watching him get back into the carriage, the curtains lowering to conceal his figure.

She could only see his profile through the carriage window, listening to his voice instructing the coachman to set off, without uttering a single unnecessary word…

until the carriage drove out of the manor, her left hand gently clutching the red thread on her right wrist.

The love knot symbolized the eternal union of husband and wife… and also symbolized that her heart was bound to him.

Although Bei Chenyang had said he would return home in half a month at the earliest,

it was quite normal for him to be away from home for half a year after leaving.

The leaves have all fallen from the branches, and the first snow of the year has drifted down. He probably won't even be able to return for the New Year's Eve reunion.

Today, the old lady invited her favorite, Yao Caining, to watch a play and then come to the mansion for tea and a chat.

"I say, you've been in our Beichen family for two years now, why hasn't your belly grown bigger?" When He Lanyu served some snacks, the old lady again found fault with her and scolded her in front of outsiders.

"Mother, it's my fault for being so useless." He Lanyu bit her lip, feeling wronged but still silently enduring it.

"I really don't know what kind of bewitching my son has been under, this vixen, that he'd be willing to marry a poor scholar's daughter." The old lady said coldly. "

Auntie, please don't be angry." Yao Caining said sweetly, directly calling the old lady "Auntie," trying to get closer to her. "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings; how can you blame Sister Lanyu for this?"

To be frank, Yao Caining had a secret crush on Bei Chenyang. Before he married, she frequently visited the mansion, hoping to make him remember her.

Yao Caining thought her plan was perfect, that it would leave a deep impression on Bei Chenyang, leading him to propose marriage. She never expected this man to be so oblivious to her feelings, marrying a woman who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

She was furious; everything she had planned had gone wrong, only benefiting this seemingly obedient but useless He Lanyu.

"If not her, whose fault is it?" The old lady slammed her cup down in anger. "This woman has been in the family for two years, and instead of bringing prosperity to her husband and children, she's made Yang'er run around day and night. I really don't know what's so good about marrying such a daughter-in-law!"

"Auntie, at least Sister Lanyu has worked hard managing the household." Yao Caining was sweet-looking and spoke sweetly; although she was jealous of He Lanyu, she didn't directly slander her.

"There are so many servants in the manor, what use is she, a useless good-for-nothing?" the old lady scolded mercilessly.

Helan Niu bit her lip tightly, her eyes reddening, but she wouldn't let the tears fall.

"Look at her, she's already about to cry after just a few words. I really don't know what sins I've committed to let this crybaby into the house, she's making me feel so unlucky!" The old lady angrily picked up her cane and swung it at Helan Yu.

She didn't dodge or block, and the cane struck her arm solidly.

"Oh dear, Auntie, don't get so angry!" Yao Caining hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over. "Sister Lanyu, you should go down first, don't let Auntie continue to be angry, I'll comfort her here."

"Miss Yao, I'm sorry to trouble you." Helan Yu, having endured the pain, knew that the old lady was annoyed whenever she saw her, and had no choice but to retreat helplessly.

"Look at that woman, still acting all wronged like I abused her..." The old lady cursed angrily until Helan Jue's body disappeared.

"Auntie, don't be like that!" Yao Caining gently patted the old lady's chest. "How can you hate your own daughter-in-law so much?"

"I don't acknowledge her as my daughter-in-law!" The old lady rolled her eyes in anger. "I only recognize you, Ning'er, as my daughter-in-law. If it weren't for her interfering, you would definitely be the daughter-in-law I cherish today. It's just a pity that Yang'er is married. I want to take you as a concubine but I can't bear to wrong you, which is why I'm so angry today."

Yao Caining was secretly delighted upon hearing this.

"Actually... Ning'er also thought she could marry into the mansion and become a concubine's wife." She feigned a helpless look. "It's just a pity that Ning'er and Brother Beichen are destined to be apart in this life..."

"No, I must find a way to drive Helan Yu out of the mansion." The old lady felt sorry for Yao Caining and made a decision. "Get this settled before the New Year, so Yang'er will give up on her and marry you."

"This..." Yao Caining hesitated, glancing at the old lady, and said softly, "Ning'er feels it's not good to break up a couple! Besides, getting Brother Beichen to write a letter of divorce isn't a simple matter..."

The old lady frowned, seemingly also finding it difficult.

"Just thinking about that bitter face makes me angry." The old lady, still angry, narrowed her eyes, seemingly thinking of something else. "Right, didn't we go to the opera today? This gave me an idea..."

"What did you think of, Aunt?" Yao Caining asked, tilting her head in confusion.

"Getting Yang'er to write a letter of divorce isn't difficult either..."

The old lady sneered, whispering in Yao Caining's ear.

Seven days later.

Tonight, the snow fell particularly heavily.

A thick layer of white snow covered the ground, and the glazed tiles were also covered with silver frost.

He Lanyu seemed particularly happy tonight because on this cold morning, she received a letter from Bei Chenyang.

So she prepared her writing materials, intending to reply and let him know that everything was well at home.

Actually, what she most wanted to write was—

she missed him.

Even though the old lady treated her badly, she would never write it down, but she couldn't hide her longing for him.

She wanted to ask him if he had worn enough clothes in the cold weather, if he had eaten on time…

even the smallest things, she wanted to remind him, afraid that he would forget to take care of himself because of work.

She picked up her wolf-hair brush and dipped it in ink.

Just as the brush tip touched the paper, the door was suddenly kicked open, and a masked man forced his way into the room.

“Who are you?” He Lanyu put down her brush, looking at him warily.

The man didn't speak, but walked directly to her, grabbed her, and then covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

When she breathed, a pungent smell filled her lungs, making it impossible for her to breathe. Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.

The man then placed her on the bed and began to undress her, leaving her only in her undergarments and bodice.

While she lay unconscious on the bed, the masked man slipped out again, and a moment later, carried in another man, equally unconscious.

Using the same trick, he removed the unconscious man's outer garment and placed him beside her.

Their shoes were neatly arranged in front of the bed, and the masked man untied the bed curtains, lowering them to conceal their figures.

"Is it done?" the old lady appeared at the door, asking coldly.

"Done," the masked man replied softly.

The old lady stepped into the room, lifted the bed curtains, and saw the two sleeping side by side, chuckling softly.

She walked around the table, saw the letter Bei Chenyang had written to He Lanyu, narrowed her eyes, and then put the letter away.

Because she wanted He Lanyu to have no room to resist, to leave the Bei Chen family with no hope of escape.

In this way, when her son returned home, he could follow her arrangements and marry Yao Caining, whom she favored.

Actually, all the letters He Lanyu wrote to Bei Chenyang over the past two years had been blocked by the old lady and never actually reached Bei Chenyang.

She feared her son would find out about her mistreatment of her daughter-in-law, so she went all out, bribing spies to intercept He Lanyu's letters one by one.

This made Bei Chenyang believe that He Lanyu didn't care about his situation at all, and that although the couple longed for each other from afar, they couldn't know each other's feelings.

Over time, his letters back were always just a faint "...all is well."

Each time, He Lanyu was somewhat disappointed, thinking he didn't care about her...

but she didn't give up, and every word she wrote was filled with longing for him.

However, all her heartfelt expressions were in vain; the old lady stood between them, becoming their biggest obstacle.

Tonight, the old lady made up her mind to use any means necessary to drive He Lanyu out of the mansion, ensuring she would never see Bei Chenyang again.

A penniless woman was of no benefit to the Bei Chen family; such women were commonplace and nothing to be desired.

Only a girl like Yao Caining, born into a wealthy family, even if she was a good-for-nothing heiress, would at least have a substantial dowry.

To the materialistic old lady, this was the ideal choice for a daughter-in-law of the Bei Chen family.

Therefore, she bribed a江湖人士 (jianghu figure, a person of the martial arts world) to drug He Lanyu, and also knocked out a recently hired temporary worker, sending them to share a bed with He Lanyu.

They estimated that the two would wake up together at dawn.

Then…

hehe, the old lady laughed triumphantly.

She could then use the pretext of collusion to drive the disliked He Lanyu out of the house, and let the whole of Qingzhou City know of her indecent behavior!

“Now we just wait for them to wake up at dawn,” the old lady said, her eyes filled with deep calculation. "Let's go out!"

The masked man and the old lady stepped out of the room together and closed the door.

"The matter is settled. Where are the silver notes you promised me?" the masked man asked in a low voice.

"Here." The old lady took out a stack of silver notes from her sleeve and instructed, "The transaction is settled. Don't show your face at Beichen Mansion again."

"A despicable thing like this, I'll only do it once." The masked man sneered, put away the silver notes, and then lightly leaped onto the roof and disappeared into the snowy night.

The old lady thought she had gotten away with it, but when she turned around, she saw a maidservant trembling not far away. She wanted to turn around and run away, but her legs were too weak to move.

"You!" She pointed at the maidservant. "I recognize you, Cuiying."

"M-Madam..."

"You're the maidservant who just signed the indenture." The old lady narrowed her eyes, her voice cold. "If you dare to leak out what happened tonight, I will resell you to a brothel. Do you understand?"

"Cuiying, Cuiying understands..." The maidservant trembled all over and stammered.

"From today onwards, you will be transferred to serve me. I must personally keep a close eye on your mouth." The old lady coldly commanded. "If you dare to let out even a whisper, I will tear your mouth apart!"

Chapter Three

"Ah—" A scream shattered the morning silence.

He Lanyu, still asleep, had her long eyelashes flutter slightly at the piercing scream.

"It's terrible! There's a man in the young mistress's room—" The maid screamed as she ran out of the room, shouting incessantly in the corridor.

Of course, this maid was Cuiying, who had witnessed everything the night before. For the sake of her future, she had no choice but to become a pawn in the old lady's hands.

"Ouch..." He Lanyu opened her eyes, her temples throbbing with pain.

What happened to her? Last night... she remembered that she was about to write a letter to her husband when suddenly a masked man broke into her room...

"Ah!" She was shocked to find a strange man beside her. Looking down, she realized she was disheveled, and the man was almost naked as well!

Panicked, she hurriedly scrambled out of bed, grabbed her clothes, and tried to run out of the room before she was fully dressed. But as soon as she reached the door, she saw the old lady and a group of servants blocking her way.

"Mother..." she cried, tears welling in her eyes.

But before she could finish her sentence, the old lady slapped her hard across the face.

"You filthy hussy!" The old lady's expression was extremely ugly. "Yang'er has only been gone a short while, and you've already brazenly brought a man to bed!"

"No, no!" she shook her head, trying to explain, "Last night I was going to write a letter to my husband, but a man suddenly barged into the room, covered my face with a handkerchief, and then I lost consciousness..."

"Enough nonsense!" the old lady glared at her. "Afu, go check if there's a man in her bed?" "

Although the steward looked hesitant, he obeyed the order and stepped forward to pull up the bed curtains—sure enough, there was a man sleeping on the bed.

"Reporting to the Old Madam, there is indeed a strange man lying on the Young Madam's bed," the steward truthfully reported.

"No, it's not like that..." He Lanyu tried to explain, but was slapped again by the Old Madam.

"Disgracing the family! What did your parents teach you?" The Old Madam raised her cane and struck her hard. "Guards, throw this shameful woman out! Don't let her set foot in the mansion again!"

The servants beside her dared not disobey, lifting He Lanyu up and dragging her towards the door.

"Mother—it's not like that! I didn't, I didn't..." she cried. "Lanyu is not that kind of woman. Lanyu is devoted to her husband and would not do anything shameful..."

"Your lover is in your bed, and you still want to deny it?" The Old Madam looked at her coldly, without a trace of mercy.

"Mother, I really didn't know!" "You must believe me—"

"You must be holding a grudge against me. You're not even pregnant, but you've already hooked up with another man." The old lady, supported by a maid, followed behind, wanting to watch her being driven out of the mansion.

"I didn't, I didn't—" Helan Yu shook her head repeatedly.

"Do you think I'm blind because I'm old?" The old lady stood at the gate, watching her, disheveled, being abandoned outside.

"Mother, I really don't know!" Helan Yu cried, trying to clear her name. "If you don't believe me, you can have the man inside confront me, and—"

"Confront what?" The old lady glared at her viciously. "Last night, a maid saw that man sneaking in with you. There's witness testimony and physical evidence. You still want to deny it?"

"I won't accept it, I won't accept it—" She cried out in anguish, looking desolate and helpless in the snow.

"Cuiying, tell that slut, what did you see and hear last night?" "The old lady commanded the maid beside her.

Cuiying lowered her head, not daring to look at Helan Yu's weeping face, and stammered, "This...this servant passed by the young mistress's door last night and heard her laughing and joking with a man, saying...saying that her husband was not here, and she could finally meet with her lover..."

"Cuiying, I have no grudge against you, why are you defaming my innocence?" Helan Yu knelt down and stepped forward, grabbing Cuiying's skirt. "I beg you, tell everyone the truth—"

"This servant...every word I said is the truth..." Cuiying turned her face away, not daring to look her in the eye.

"Then why don't you dare look at me?" He Lanyu's pitiful expression moved the servants, but none of them dared to utter a sound.

After all, just as the old lady said, the witnesses and evidence were all there, and the young mistress had no way to defend herself!

"Close the gate." The old lady coldly ordered.

"Mother—" He Lanyu lay on the stone steps, unwilling to leave.

"From now on, you are no longer our Beichen family's daughter-in-law." Before the vermilion gate closed, the old lady left only these words.

"I won't leave! Unless... my husband doesn't believe me either!" He Lanyu knelt at the gate, letting the snow pile up on her shoulders.

"Don't worry, I will teach Yang'er to write a letter of divorce, so you can give up on me completely!"

These were the last words the old lady said to her.

He Lanyu had been kneeling at the gate of the Beichen mansion for three days and three nights.

Her small face was almost frozen by the snow, but she persisted, ignoring the comments of passersby.

Although the servants in the manor wanted to plead for her, the old lady had already warned that anyone who pleaded for her would be thrown out.

Therefore, no one dared to speak up for her anymore, only secretly bringing her hot food.

But how could she eat? She didn't even dare close her eyes, only begging the old lady to let her into the manor.

She didn't want to be so spineless, but if she left, it would be an admission of wrongdoing, and she didn't want to bear such a fabricated accusation.

Even if she had to kneel at the door forever, it didn't matter, as long as Bei Chenyang returned, he would believe her sincerity…

That day, Yao Caining arrived at the Bei Chen manor. Seeing He Lanyu kneeling at the gate, kowtowing and begging for help upon seeing her, she showed no sympathy and went straight inside.

Not long after, Yao Caining came out of the Bei Chen manor gate with a letter, went to He Lanyu, and handed her the envelope.

"This is what the old lady asked me to give you."

He Lanyu's hands trembled, her breath steaming in the air, her face flushed. She almost fainted when she received the letter.

On the envelope, in familiar, strong handwriting, were two words—"

Letter of Divorce."

It was Bei Chenyang's handwriting; she recognized it.

But she couldn't believe that her devoted husband hadn't returned to support her, to listen to her explanation, but had only given her a letter of divorce…

She didn't bother to open the letter to read it, because tears had already blurred her vision.

"Brother Beichen wrote another letter to Aunt. He said that this matter is entirely up to Aunt. As for your request, Brother Beichen has fulfilled it, personally writing you a letter of divorce, so please stop making things difficult for everyone and leave the Beichen residence as soon as possible!" Yao Caining said softly.

"Why…" He Lanyu's lips were frozen and bloodless, her empty eyes staring blankly at Yao Caining. "Why doesn't anyone believe me?"

"Go!" Yao Caining winked at the maid behind her. "Your aunt specially ordered someone to pack your luggage; there's some travel money inside for you to go home."

"In this situation... how can I face going home?" She felt like the heavens and earth had collapsed. Where to go wasn't the problem, but where would her abandoned heart go?

"Then don't go back," Yao Caining murmured. "Because Brother Beichen also sent a letter to your parents, telling them everything that happened here... so going back to your hometown wouldn't be good for your parents either."

Helanzi looked at Yao Caining in disbelief. "My husband... is he really so resolute?"

Yao Caining nodded doubtfully. "Brother Beichen trusted you so much, but you did something like this, making him lose face. So you shouldn't go back to Fangyuan City. After leaving Qingzhou City, find a place where no one knows you and live there. It will be good for both the He family and the Beichen family. Just let everyone think you're dead." The words "

Just let everyone think you're dead"

kept echoing in He Lanyu's ears.

She lay prone on the snow, feeling the bone-chilling cold.

"Don't be so sad, you're still young," Yao Caining said hypocritically, "Finding someone else to marry isn't that difficult."

Find someone else to marry?

How easy! From the first moment she saw Beichen Yang, her heart was completely devoted to him.

For two years since marrying him, although they were usually respectful to each other, she could always feel his passion when they were intimate…

She thought that if she had just a little more time, she could bridge the distance between them; if she had just a little more time, she could win the old lady's favor; if she had just a little more time, she could bear a son for Bei Chenyang; if she had just a little more time, she could…

But no one wanted to give her time, only hoping that she would leave the Bei Chen family as soon as possible, as if they found it annoying to stay even a moment longer.

Was that so?

Did even Bei Chenyang think so?

Did he also see her, his wife with whom he had bowed to heaven and earth and drunk the nuptial wine, in the same way?

“I want to see him…” He Lanyu murmured weakly.

“Don’t be silly. If Brother Bei Chen wanted to see you, would you only have a letter of divorce in your hands today?” Yao Caining’s voice was devoid of warmth.

He Lanyu’s heart felt like it had been slashed by a knife, bleeding continuously.

One drop, another, and another… tears streamed down her face, a tearful lament of her sorrow.

She could endure any amount of sadness, but the indifference Bei Chenyang showed her was unbearable…

Since falling in love with him, she had never cried.

But today, his heartlessness had shattered her completely…

Her sincerity, trampled and discarded, left her with only a letter of divorce.

“What am I to him?” He Lanyu stared blankly at the ground, her eyes empty.

Yao Caining scoffed. “Go! Even if you’re going to die, don’t die here, bringing bad luck to Brother Bei Chen. You don’t want to drag everyone down with you after you die, do you?” Yao Caining

tossed her bundle in front of He Lanyu, then went into the mansion with her personal maid, the vermilion gate closing behind them.

He Lanyu lay prone on the snow, the surrounding chill freezing her face and body, but she felt no cold.

Compared to the coldness in her heart, all the cold seemed insignificant.

She stumbled to her feet, the immense injustice weighing on her, leaving her mind blank. She walked aimlessly through the snow-covered streets…

There was no longer any warm embrace she could lean on.

Bei Chenyang, once her everything, her everything—

no longer wanted her.

Outside Qingzhou City.

“How pitiful,” a girl with a face as red as an apple, her petite body wrapped in a warm mink cloak, said with pity.

Behind her, a tall man in white, wearing a white fox fur cloak, held an oil-paper umbrella to shield her from the wind and snow.

His face, too, was flushed red from the wind and snow, his eyes, sparkling like stars, calmly fixed on the figure on the ground.

The snow almost completely covered half of the girl's body; she lay motionless on the ground, even her long eyelashes were frosted.

“Hey,” the petite girl called back to the man in white. “Go check her breathing, see if she's dead?”

The man glanced at her with his cool, indifferent eyes, seemingly annoyed by her meddling, without moving an inch.

"Go check!" the girl glared at him. Why was this man so disobedient?

"What good would it do if I checked?" the man in white asked coldly. "Are you going to save her?"

"Hmm..." the girl hesitated, looking quite uncertain.

The man in white snorted, already guessing her thoughts.

"That's why I want you to check her breathing! Aren't you annoying? Hurry up and go!" she whispered impatiently, glaring at him again.

The man in white sighed, handed her the paper umbrella, walked to the girl lying on the ground, and placed his large hand near her nose—

"Alive." He gave his answer.

"Alive?" Her eyes lit up, and she hurriedly trudged through the snow to the girl's side.

Her soft little hand touched the unconscious girl's face; sure enough, there was still a faint warmth, causing a smile to bloom on her face.

"Hey, hey!" Her soft little hand patted the unconscious girl's face, trying to wake her.

The lovely girl lying in the snow was He Lanyu, who had left Qingzhou City in a daze.

After leaving the gates of Beichen Mansion with a broken heart, she found herself with nowhere to go.

Yao Caining was right; if she returned to Fangyuan City, she would only bring shame upon her parents. She

couldn't stay in Beichen Mansion, nor could she go back to her parents' home…

So she wandered aimlessly, leaving Qingzhou City, leaving the place she cherished most.

Her heart had no one to shelter it anymore.

When she collapsed on the snow, exhausted, she thought—

it would be better to freeze to death like this.

She didn't want to open her eyes, because if she did, tears would uncontrollably stream down her face…

falling and falling.

Her heart shattered into pieces,

like snowflakes in the wind, piling up in a thick layer, each a testament to her sorrow and grief.

If all of this was a nightmare, then please don't let her wake up…

"I know you are conscious," the girl's soft voice whispered in He Lanyu's ear.

"No, don't save her...

" "I saved you from the clutches of Yama, your life is mine now! Do you understand?"

No, let her die peacefully, please don't save her...

The girl's voice echoed in her ears, but she refused to open her eyes.

"Hey, give her your cloak!" The girl stood up, pointing to the white fox fur cloak on the white-clad man.

"You're quite the boss." The white-clad man scoffed, taking off his cloak and draping it over Helan Yu.

"Don't...don't save...me..." Helan Yu felt a pair of strong arms lift her up, and couldn't help but murmur softly. "Don't save..."

"What?" The girl frowned, unable to hear her murmur.

"She said don't save her," the white-clad man said.

"Why?" The girl frowned, puzzled.

"Ask her!" the white-clad man replied impatiently. How could he know the answer?

"Let...let me die..." He Lanyu's eyelashes remained tightly closed, her lips, frozen and bloodless, trembled slightly as she uttered her desire to die.

"Dream on!" the spoiled girl growled unhappily. "No one has ever dared to order me around in my life! You won't let me save you, but I'll save you anyway!"

"No..."

"I will!"

He Lanyu murmured, finally fainting in the arms of the man in white.

Her entire body was pale and stiff from the wind and snow, her right wrist hanging limply, revealing a red love knot, the bright silk thread contrasting sharply with her snow-white skin.

A love knot, a symbol of husband and wife united...

now, it was all just a dream.

Chapter Four:

The Merchant's Divorced Wife 2

I thought my heart was still and unmoved

, but your deep gaze

was like a boulder thrown into a lake, stirring up a raging storm.

Two years later, spring.

Fengtian City, as prosperous as ever.

The difference is that the Dragon and Phoenix Teahouse, which opened two years ago, is now the largest teahouse in the city.

Surprisingly, the owner of the Dragon and Phoenix Teahouse was a young woman, not very old, but everyone who saw her was captivated by her deep, worldly-wise eyes, and the aura she exuded made her seem unapproachable.

The teahouse employed two managers. One was a pretty young woman, not only beautiful and flawless in appearance, but also soft-spoken.

However, she was meticulous and shrewd when it came to calculating, never shortchanging a single penny.

The other manager always wore white; his handsome face was fair and refined, but his expression was always stern, and no one had ever seen him smile.

The head chef, on the other hand, was burly and had a full beard; only his cold eyes revealed nothing, making it impossible to discern his true appearance.

Besides these memorable figures, it was said that the teahouse also housed several highly skilled bodyguards who rarely showed themselves.

What's even more special is that the teahouse owner also signed a contract with the owner of the Moon Chant Pavilion in the south of the city, inviting their famous singers and dancers to perform.

With such a lineup, it's no wonder that after opening, countless people were scrambling to get into the Dragon and Phoenix Teahouse, and no one dared to look down on the owner anymore.

Because Phoenix City was a hub of commerce, with a wide variety of goods, its annual market fair attracted merchants not only from all over the country but also from foreign lands beyond the borders, making business booming for all kinds of merchants in the city.

In early spring, the Dragon and Phoenix Teahouse was bustling with activity.

*Clatter, clatter—*

Delicate hands fiddled with the ivory beads of the abacus, checking the accounts.

The Dragon and Phoenix Teahouse was always busy, and of course, something different happened every day—

a customer dressed in a tea-colored robe had just stepped across the threshold when he heard the sound of shattering cups and plates.

"Pah!" A wealthy young man spat tea onto the broken porcelain cup. "You dare serve such awful tea?"

"Sir..." The waiter bowed deeply, his face grim. "If you smash a cup like this, I'll have a hard time explaining to my master."

"How much is the cup worth?" The playboy pulled a silver ingot from his sleeve and placed it ostentatiously on the table.

"Our master uses the finest celadon pottery from Jingdezhen. Each cup is made with meticulous care, taking at least a month..."

He added three more silver coins. "Is that enough?"

The waiter frowned and ran towards the counter. "Second Manager, how much does this cup cost?"

A young woman, intently working on an abacus, her full forehead hidden by her dark hair, her small face half-covered by her hair,

wrote a number in the ledger. With a flick of her slender hand, she first put the abacus beads back in place, then started working again, the clear sound of her calculations echoing in the teahouse.

"Just one cup costs twenty taels." Her voice was soft and delicate, like the finest goose down, gently caressing him.

Then, that small face finally lifted up. She took out another golden abacus, about the size of her palm, and went to the table of the customer who had caused the disturbance. Right in front of him, she started calculating with the abacus.

"Top-grade Biluochun tea, wontons with colorful shrimp, freshly stir-fried vegetables..." The abacus calculations were precise and fast, leaving everyone dumbfounded. "Add twenty taels, and the total is thirty-five taels of silver."

"Thirty-five taels for a meal? This is clearly a rip-off!"

The clueless young master of the Chen family, enraged, overturned the table, scattering soup, dishes, and utensils all over the floor.

She calculated a few more beads. "Now it's one hundred and fifty taels."

"Hmph, I'm not paying for this meal! Call your boss out!" he yelled, attracting the attention of the other customers.

"What's all the noise about?" A delicate, clear voice rang out.

A young woman dressed in a peach-colored dress, with a golden hairpin in her hair, holding a round fan, and wearing phoenix-embroidered shoes, descended from the second floor.

"Boss..." The waiter looked miserable; it seemed someone was about to suffer a terrible fate.

"Didn't I say the customer is always right?" Behind the girl followed a man with an expressionless face, a long sword at his waist, looking quite intimidating.

"Yes, it's just that your servants are ignorant." The young master of the Chen family grinned lewdly as soon as the mistress of the Dragon and Phoenix Teahouse appeared.

The mistress of the teahouse was named Hua Tilu, and she was beautiful, with a pair of slightly upturned peach blossom eyes that were very charming, but her gaze always seemed worldly and unfathomable.

She smiled and walked gracefully to the young master of the Chen family.

"It's alright, for the sake of the beauty... I won't hold it against you." As he spoke, his lewd hand was about to touch Hua Tilu's soft, white hand.

"But, here, I'm the boss."

Her soft, white hand clenched into a fist and struck the young master's eye socket quickly and accurately, making him cover his right eye in pain.

"Throw him out. If he ever sets foot in this teahouse again, break his legs. Even if the King of Heaven himself begs for mercy, it won't do him any good," Hua Tilu said coldly, then turned to the young female shopkeeper. "Shopkeeper Lan, don't shortchange him on the 150 taels. Have the waiter go to the Chen family to collect the debt."

"Yes," came a soft, delicate voice, her beautiful, fair face remaining expressionless.

The man in tea clothes, who had been watching from the doorway, stared intently at Shopkeeper Lan, his body motionless.

It was her! He never expected to meet her in Fengtian City…

"Sir, I'm sorry to have made you laugh. Please come in," the waiter greeted with a smile.

In that instant, Hua Tilu glanced at the man in tea clothes before going upstairs.

Shopkeeper Lan, following behind her, also subconsciously glanced at him as she passed by.

Their eyes met—

her breath caught in her throat. She had never imagined she would encounter him in Fengtian City!

Two years later, they met again in a foreign land—

Bei Chenyang and He Lanyu.

Two years had passed, and he hadn't changed much.

He still had that handsome, expressionless face, but now his eyes were clouded with deep sorrow.

The moment their eyes met, his gaze was filled with surprise, even a hint of fervor.

Why?

Why, after two years, could she still read the thoughts in his eyes? He

Lanyu feigned indifference and returned to behind the counter, but her chest heaved.

She thought that seeing this man again would no longer stir her heart; she could view the world with detachment, and no one could move her heartstrings anymore.

But Bei Chenyang had done it so easily.

His single, deep glance had ripped open her heart again—why was he looking at her with such fervent eyes?

Now, Bei Chenyang's eyes were fixed on her, watching her every move, his gaze never leaving her since he recognized her.

At this moment, their hearts were once again tightly bound to each other.

Bei Chenyang sat in the seat closest to the counter, his deep eyes scrutinizing her. He noticed her once full face was now gaunt, and her already slender figure had become even thinner.

These past two years seemed to have been difficult for her…

Two years ago, he returned from collecting debts out of town to find his mother weeping and wailing, saying that his wife had run off with her lover, a considerable sum of money.

He initially didn't believe it, but after questioning everyone in the household, they all said they had seen a man in the young mistress's bed.

Finally, he went to Fangyuan City, intending to get to her family's attention, but the He family locked their gates upon hearing of his visit, refusing to see him, only sending him a message—"

Your daughter has disgraced the family; consider her dead!"

For the past two years, everyone had told him that He Lanyu had cheated on him…

He didn't believe it; he still believed in her.

But she hadn't sent a single letter or a single message, which gradually made him begin to believe what people said.

She truly didn't love him, and that's why she chose to leave him.

Then…why did he put the love knot in his purse before leaving?

So many questions, so many doubts, he hadn't figured them out. Tragically, he hadn't even seen her once, had no idea of her fate.

And now, he'd actually encountered her in a teahouse in Fengtian City!

Bei Chenyang left his seat and went to the counter.

Sensing his approach, He Lanyu trembled slightly. Why was she so nervous? He was the one who wrote the letter of divorce, abandoning her.

“I need lodging.” Bei Chenyang took out a silver note from his sleeve.

“How long does Master intend to stay?” She didn't lift her chin, only asking in a trembling voice.

“Until you look at me properly.” His voice was deep and pleasant, yet utterly domineering.

And he was waiting for He Lanyu to look up at him.

She put down the ink brush she had been gripping, took a deep breath of fresh air, and then looked at him.

Their dark eyes met, her pink lips stubbornly closed, her clear eyes filled with deep resentment.

She truly didn't understand why he could act as if nothing had happened, speaking to her calmly.

Or was it that she was the only one too attached to the past, unable to forget him?

Two years ago, when she collapsed in the snow, she resolutely wanted to die, unwilling to open her eyes again, just to avoid seeing him once more.

But her master, Hua Tilu, always kept her word, snatched her back from the jaws of death and then put her in charge of the Dragon and Phoenix Teahouse.

These past few days, she neither laughed nor cried; aside from interacting with acquaintances, she was practically a walking corpse.

Even though two years had passed, the cruelty deeply ingrained in her mind still lingered.

So, she didn't forget, but she also didn't want to.

There was nothing to think about.

But today, this man stood alive before her again, speaking to her in his old tone, as if everything were a calm breeze, and he had only been gone for two years…

He Lanyu forced herself to suppress her surging thoughts and asked calmly, "What kind of elegant room would you like, sir? For a little extra money, we can get you a quieter room. I'll have the waiter show you around..." "

I only want you." His gaze was fixed on her, his words carrying a double meaning.

She pursed her lips, stepped out from behind the counter, and casually picked up a golden abacus.

"How many days do you plan to stay, sir? Would you like a quiet private room?" She turned her back to him and walked towards the back of the teahouse.

Bei Chenyang followed her, not wanting to embarrass her in the crowded teahouse lobby.

Two years had passed since they last met, and he had many questions for her...

He Lanyu led Bei Chenyang alone to a private room. Green bamboo grew in a small open space beside it, rustling softly in the breeze.

She pushed open the exquisitely carved wooden door and led him into the clean and elegant private room.

"Sir, what do you think of this private room?" She turned her back to Bei Chenyang, her eyes fixed on the golden abacus in her hand. "Our teahouse offers room and board, seven taels a day. If you stay for more than fifteen days, we'll give you a discount, eighty taels."

She shrewdly calculated on her abacus, speaking in a formulaic manner.

Bei Chenyang lost his patience, slamming the wooden door shut and staring coldly at her.

"Is this how you treat your husband?" He raised an eyebrow, looking at his wife.

Although her affair was the talk of the town in Qingzhou, he refused to believe it. Yet today, she was noticeably colder and more guarded than before—she didn't even bother to look him in the eye. Was that it?

"We have nothing to do with each other anymore," she said coldly. "You are no longer my husband."

Don't forget, he was the one who divorced her. She didn't want to leave, but he forced her to!

Bei Chenyang's blood boiled. How could she say such heartless words today?

He strode forward, pulling her into his arms. Gazing into her cold, starry eyes, he noticed a resentment he'd never seen before.

In his memory, she was always like a beautiful orchid, radiating vibrant life, but the He Lan Yu before him was devoid of any vitality.

"Even if your heart isn't with me, until I divorce you, you are still my wife!" he said through gritted teeth, his heart aching at the thought of her being with another man.

"You really have a short memory," He Lan Yu pushed him away forcefully, her cold eyes devoid of emotion, yet her heart betrayed her will, stirred by his words.

"What do you mean?" Bei Chenyang frowned.

What did he want? Did he have to dig up her embarrassment, only satisfied when he saw her suffer? He Lan Yu remained silent, her brows furrowing.

"Why won't you speak?" he asked softly, his handsome dark eyebrows furrowing.

She gave him a resentful look, not understanding why he could still be angry with her.

"Two years ago you didn't believe me, and two years later, I... have nothing to say to you." She turned her face away, not wanting to stir up any more ripples in her heart by seeing him.

"Is it that you can't find a reason to explain, or that you think you're not wrong?" He didn't know the whole story, and she was unwilling to explain further; to him, it seemed she had already admitted her guilt.

"I haven't done anything wrong from beginning to end." He Lanyu looked at him proudly, her eyes shining with unwavering certainty. "I've been married to you for two years, and I haven't done anything to betray you."

"Then why did you leave our home?" Bei Chenyang grabbed her right wrist and noticed a red thread tied to it.

He remembered that red thread; it was called—the love knot.

It was from their conversation during their last meeting.

Seeing his gaze fixed on her right wrist, she couldn't help but pull her hand back.

His words, "our home," stirred her emotions.

Was that really their home?

Didn't he seem indifferent without her?

Two years of marriage weren't enough for him to personally hand her the divorce papers, or even just hear an explanation from her…

“You forced me to leave.” With those words, she tried to flee from him.

Bei Chenyang quickly pulled her back into his arms, holding her tightly.

Two years later, he had finally found her, and he would never let go of her again.

This beautiful orchid would not be allowed to disappear from his life again!

Chapter Five

Although Bei Chenyang didn't want the most precious orchid in his life to disappear again, He Lanyu still fled from him.

She rejected his embrace, refused to let him intrude into her life again.

She shouldn't let him touch her cold heartstrings again.

But Bei Chenyang seemed determined, insisting on staying at the Dragon and Phoenix Teahouse.

He forgot that his purpose in coming to Fengtian City was to collect debts, and he forgot that he still had to take inventory… He could forget everything, but he just couldn't forget her again.

It turned out that he cared so much about He Lanyu.

If he hadn't cared, he wouldn't have been in such a hurry to marry her when he saw her in Fangyuan City.

However, he remained oblivious to his own feelings, confidently believing she would never leave him and would forever remain cherished in his heart.

But he was terribly wrong. She wasn't a delicate orchid; she was a woman with thoughts and emotions.

If she wanted to blame him for neglecting her for so long, she could angrily yell at him, scold him, even hit him—anything but this.

For nearly ten days at the Dragon and Phoenix Teahouse, He Lanyu had completely ignored him.

During the day, she was busy with the teahouse, giving him no free time; at night, she would lock herself in her room, refusing to see anyone. Being

shut out by her every day, both inside and out of his heart, Bei Chenyang was growing impatient.

He thought back to how gentle and obedient she used to be; now she was completely different.

In the past few days, he had heard some things about her.

She hadn't run away with her lover as the people of Qingzhou City had rumored; she had come to Fengtian City alone.

A multitude of mysteries and doubts churned in his mind day after day. He could no longer contain himself and decided to get to the bottom of everything.

After much effort, he bribed a waiter in the teahouse, only to learn that she was one of the managers Hua Tilu had specially brought in when the teahouse first opened two years ago. He'd heard that Hua Tilu had saved her life, which was why she was willing to work at the teahouse in exchange for it.

Why? He didn't understand.

Bei Chenyang sat in his usual spot not far from the counter, his deep black eyes fixed on her as she intently calculated on the abacus.

He had always assumed she didn't know how to manage household affairs and was clumsy with bookkeeping, but he hadn't expected her to be so quick and accurate with the abacus.

In his memory, she had always been weak and helpless, but in the Dragon and Phoenix Teahouse, he seemed to see a completely new He Lanyu.

She was no longer a weak, indecisive orchid, but a resilient wild orchid, blooming with vitality in the teahouse.

As he stared intently at her, his gaze fell upon the white-clad man beside her, intimately discussing the figures in the ledger with her.

When the white-clad man's large hand touched the back of her hand, flames practically ignited in Bei Chenyang's eyes, and cracks began to appear in the cup he held.

"If the cup breaks, you'll have to pay for it." A delicate voice rang out from the table next to him.

He snapped out of his reverie and looked up to see a sweet, round face leisurely munching on sunflower seeds.

"However, there's a rule in my teahouse." The sweet face smiled at him and tossed him the sunflower seed shells. "If I don't like someone, everything will be doubled in price."

Bei Chenyang recognized the girl; she was the owner of the teahouse—Hua Tilu.

Hua Tilu looked at him with a pair of worldly and profound beautiful eyes. "What, you have a problem with that?"

"You saved Lan'er two years ago." He didn't mince words; he had long wanted to talk to Hua Tilu. "What happened to her back then?"

"Tsk!" Hua Tilu put down the sunflower seeds in her hand. "I've suspected your identity for a long time. Ever since you came in, my manager Lan has been restless every day. Who exactly are you?"

She was incredibly curious, but He Lanyu was tight-lipped, not revealing a single word about him. Recently, this man not only investigated He Lanxuan's affairs, but also her, prompting her to decide to meet him personally.

"I am her husband, whom she swore an oath of marriage to." Bei Chenyang straightened his chest, his words firm and unyielding, brooking no argument.

"That's laughable." Hua Tilu gave a forced smile. "Two years ago, when I found her, she was clutching a 'letter of divorce,' lying in the snow like a dead person. Where were you, her husband, then?"

Bei Chenyang's handsome face paled upon hearing this. "What did you say she was clutching?"

"A divorce—letter!" Hua Tilu deliberately drew out the word, then stood up and walked to the counter.

He Lanyu looked up, her heart aching slightly at the mention of "divorce."

"Woman surnamed He, tell that man who has been eyeing you for so long, did you leave Qingzhou City with a divorce letter?" Hua Tilu tapped the wooden table, giving He Lanyu a meaningful look.

Her long eyelashes fluttered, and she finally nodded. “Yes, I left Qingzhou City with a letter of divorce.”

Bei Chenyang stood up and went to the counter, wanting to talk things out with her, but Hua Tilu blocked his way.

“I’m warning you, without my permission, if you dare touch anything or anyone in my teahouse—especially that Manager Lan—I’ll chop off one of your fingers!” Hua Tilu wasn’t joking; her eyes were full of warning.

“I have something to say to you.” Bei Chenyang turned his gaze to He Lanyu and spoke in a low voice. “I never wrote a letter of divorce…”

He Lanyu ignored him, lowering her head to busy herself with the abacus.

“Upstairs, you blockhead, come down here.” Hua Tilu called out towards the second floor.

A tall man in black slowly walked down, his cold, handsome face expressionless, only his eyes showing impatience.

“Keep an eye on him for me.” Hua Tilu pointed at Bei Chenyang. "From this moment on, if he gets within three steps of Manager Lan, break his legs. I'll take responsibility."

The man in black didn't reply, but walked up to Bei Chenyang, blocking his way.

Bei Chenyang was eager to speak with He Lanyu and tried to bypass the man in black, but was blocked by him, not allowed to cross the line.

Finally, he and the man in black started fighting, the two exchanging blows right there in the teahouse—

"Whoever dares to damage my things will continue to be my slave for another year." Hua Tilu stepped aside, returned to her seat, and continued eating her melon seeds, watching the show.

"Stop fighting." He Lanyu saw this and quickly spoke up to stop them.

She had worked in the teahouse for two years and knew that the man in black was highly skilled in martial arts. Although Bei Chenyang had practiced self-defense, he was, after all, just a merchant and couldn't defeat a true master.

The two stopped fighting, and there was a burning desire in Bei Chenyang's eyes.

"Between you and me, even if there are misunderstandings, it doesn't matter anymore." He Lanyu shook her head and said, her expression extremely cold. "Don't cause me any trouble, don't make things difficult for me."

Hearing her say this, Bei Chenyang hesitated, looking at her with

a hint of something unsaid. He Lanyu looked away, not wanting to see his dejected expression, and went through the small door behind the counter. There shouldn't be any more entanglement

between them . She thought to herself. At least, her heart wouldn't hurt again. The night was slightly cool. A gentle breeze blew, and lanterns swayed in the wind along the west corridor of the teahouse. Unable to approach He Lanyu in the morning, Bei Chenyang had to take advantage of the night to come to her room. But from afar, he saw a tall man guarding her door. Without a doubt, it was that damned, meddlesome Hua Tilu who had ordered her bodyguard to stand guard. Bei Chenyang didn't hide himself and walked directly to the man in black. The man looked at him coldly, making no move. "Brother, my wife is inside, please let me see her." Bei Chenyang bowed, his voice pleading. The man gave him a deep look, then turned and left without a word, his tall figure disappearing into the night. Bei Chenyang was slightly taken aback, not expecting things to go so smoothly. But the reactions of others weren't the point; the point was that he had to go in and explain to He Lanyu. He knocked lightly on the wooden door a few times. Soon, a slender figure appeared gracefully in the candlelight. As soon as the wooden door opened, Bei Chenyang impatiently pushed it open, then locked it from the inside. Before He Lanyu could react, she was pulled into a pair of strong arms. "Listen to me, I never wrote you a letter of divorce, and I don't believe you would cheat on me. I went back to Fangyuan City to find your parents, but they didn't know your whereabouts..." He Lanyu felt his body trembling as he was held. Why? He was clearly a very confident man, never regretting his actions. But since their reunion, she discovered that he seemed no longer the Bei Chenyang she remembered… “I did doubt you, but I need you to say it yourself…” He hugged her tightly, inhaling her fragrance. “I haven’t done anything to betray you.” Her voice was calm, listening to his erratic heartbeat, she wasn’t as resistant as before. The warmth emanating from him, along with his trembling, made her understand his unease. Gently pushing him away, she turned and walked to the cypress cabinet, finding a yellowed envelope with faded writing. She held the letter to him, her face pale. “This is what you sent someone to bring back for me when you were outside the city, have you forgotten?” Bei Chenyang took the envelope, glancing at it; it was indeed his handwriting. He opened the letter; on a blank sheet of paper were also his strong, vigorous handwriting— though the handwriting was his, it wasn’t from his hand. “That wasn’t written by me.” He looked into her eyes with clear eyes. “That year, I rushed back before New Year’s Eve, only to hear that you had already run away with another man. No one in the manor knew where you were, and even your parents had no news of you.” “But the letter of divorce is evidence.” She lowered her eyes and carefully put the letter of divorce away again. “I believe that your departure was definitely not because of another man,” Bei Chenyang said without hesitation.

He believed her? He Lanyu suddenly looked up, his words striking a chord in her heart once more.

"I believe you." He seemed to read her mind, speaking the words in her heart. "I've been looking for you too..."

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly pursed her lips, refusing to let them fall.

"You gave me a letter of divorce..." She tried her best to suppress her sorrow, pointing out the truth.

"That wasn't written by me." He suddenly knelt on the ground, raising his right hand. "I, Bei Chenyang, swear that if I have deceived He Lanyu in the slightest, may I be struck by lightning and riddled with five horses—"

"No!" She stepped forward and covered his lips.

This was the first time he had abandoned his male pride, kneeling before her. Her stubbornly guarded heart couldn't help but quietly crumble a corner...

"Believe me." Bei Chenyang looked into her eyes. "I have never driven you from my heart. You and I are husband and wife who have sworn an oath to heaven and earth, partners who are to stay together for life."

Tears finally fell uncontrollably.

Like a string of pearls, tears slid down her face and landed in his palm…

His large hand gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks, and he whispered, “Except for the day you got married, I haven’t seen you cry in all these years…”

“After falling in love with you, I stopped crying.” Helan Yu pulled him up and into his embrace. “I missed you so much, so much…”

He hooked her chin with his index finger, offering no further words of comfort, and lowered his head to cover her lips—

the most intimate and effective solace.

As if savoring a delicious dish, Bei Chenyang first traced the shape of her lips with his tongue, and finally explored her sweet mouth, tasting her sweet saliva.

He was like a thirsty desert traveler who needed Helan Meng, this life-saving spring, to nourish his parched body and soul.

In the two years since he lost her, he had realized how much he depended on her.

“Mmm…” Helan Yu responded to his kiss, discovering that her body was so attached to him.

Their delicate tongues entwined, and he led her to the bedside. In an instant, she was pinned down on the bed.

His large hands eagerly untied the sash around her waist, his palms slipping inside her bodice, revealing a cherry-colored undergarment, roughly kneading her rounded breasts.

"Mmm..." she responded to his kiss, her lips slightly swollen and red, pressing against his chest.

Soon, he had almost stripped her naked, leaving only her undergarment and panties.

His lips left her soft lips, one hand kneading her breasts, his thin lips tracing her neck and collarbone, finally pressing his tongue forcefully against her breast through the undergarment, leaving a circular wet patch on the cherry-colored fabric. Her

nipples, barely visible, stood erect, his tongue teasing them. Even through the thin undergarment, she could feel the tingling pleasure, and she couldn't help but arch her back, yearning for him to possess both her breasts.

Bei Chenyang untied her bodice, revealing her pink nipples, already budding and ready to be plucked.

His index finger gently teased the pink tip, his lips and tongue pressing against it, sucking hard and making smacking sounds.

"Mmm..." she murmured softly, her hands gripping the blankets beneath her.

"You're so beautiful..." he said in a hoarse voice.

His tongue continued to tease the beautiful nipple until it bloomed a vibrant red.

How long had it been since he had embraced her beautiful body? His body felt like a bird returning to its nest, longing to go back to its warmest refuge.

He used his lips, tongue, and slightly rough hands to caress her breasts, sucking, biting, squeezing, and kneading, making her breasts tremble.

His strong grip left clear finger marks on her fair breasts, and the nipples, glistening with his saliva, were even more wild and alluring than usual.

Her body grew hotter and hotter, her legs involuntarily tightening slightly.

A warm current seemed to seep from between her legs.

"Yang..." she whispered his name. "I'm so hot..."

His lips and tongue left her soft breasts, his fingers moving down to her flat lower abdomen.

"Where's it hot?" he chuckled, his palm gently kneading her lower abdomen. "Is it here? Or a little lower?"

She bit her slightly swollen lips and said weakly, "My whole body is hot..."

He lightly pecked her lovely red lips, his large hand opening her slightly closed legs, his five fingers crawling into the middle of her panties.

He pressed against the center of her vulva, deliberately moving back and forth on the outside, the smooth fabric rubbing against her slit, making her unable to help but gasp softly.

"So, so numb..."

She could feel his long fingers playing tricks, igniting a flame outside her slit.

He suddenly pressed down hard, pressing against the nipple in her slit, making her body arch even more.

He rubbed back and forth, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, making her constantly let out soft moans.

Soon, her vulva secreted fluid, wetting the fabric outside the crevice…

He pulled down her underpants, spreading her thighs wider, seeing the overflowing love fluid glistening on her private parts, like a rare and precious flower dew…

Chapter Six.

He Lanyu breathed heavily, her body constantly retreating until she reached the bedpost. Bei Chenyang spread her thighs wide, teasing her tender labia with his long fingers.

“Mmm…” she moaned involuntarily, unable to resist closing her legs again.

“You’ve always liked me like this.” He placed his fingers between her labia, smiling wickedly.

“Don’t do this…” she said shyly, not daring to look at him.

At this moment, if she lowered her head, she would see his hand on her exposed private parts, constantly teasing the soft hair.

It was shameful…

yet, her body was ablaze with passion.

“If you don’t want me to do this, why is your body trembling?” he chuckled, his long fingers probing into the center of her vulva.

She couldn't help but bite her left index finger lightly, trying not to let out any intimate or shy sounds.

His long fingers gently circled the outside of her flower-like opening, while his thin lips lingered on her high, firm breasts, taking her erect nipples into his mouth.

He teased her as he gently licked her buds. "Lan'er, your breasts are so soft and delicious, just like the goat milk buns you used to order the servants to make..."

She said shyly and excitedly, her words muffled, "You...you still remember what happened in the manor?"

"Do you really think I don't know everything you did in the manor?" He said, greedily sucking on her breasts.

Her face flushed, and she breathed softly, "I thought...you ignored me..."

"It's your independence that makes me not have to worry." He bit her bud, making her let out a soft cry.

A tingling, numb sensation shot up her spine, and she couldn't help but place her hands on his back.

"You left the manor, taking with you your tenderness, and..."

His other long finger lingered outside her flower-like opening, neither entering nor leaving, constantly teasing her.

"Hmm?" She opened her eyes, dazed and confused, wanting to know what would happen next.

"You took my heart." His lips and tongue left her nipple, watching the round, red bud smear with his saliva, then he gently pinched and played with the trembling bud between his index finger and thumb.

Her breasts were soft and elastic, swaying with her breath, creating wave after wave of flesh that made him dizzy.

Hearing his first heartfelt confession, He Lanyu's heart stirred.

He had never spoken such tender and moving words before, leading her to believe he had no feelings for her…

but it turned out he did have feelings for her.

"Do you… love me?" She knew her question was foolish, but what woman wouldn't?

Every woman longs to hear the man she deeply loves say a sincere "I love you."

"I love you." His long fingers suddenly left her legs, moving to knead her other, lonely breast.

"Mmm… mmm…" she breathed weakly, her body already limp from his touch. "How… how much do you love me?"

"From the first moment I saw you, I fell in love at first sight." This was his secret, and today he was finally being honest with her.

He Lanyu couldn't help but be surprised, her hands pressed against his chest. "I...I always thought I only met your criteria for a wife..."

"You not only meet my criteria for a wife, you are simply the perfect goddess in my heart." He didn't hold back in saying sweet and moving words.

Her face flushed and warmed.

It was rare for this man to be willing to open his heart, letting her understand his thoughts for the first time, and also understanding her position in his heart.

"After you left, I was very lonely." Bei Chenyang gently kissed her beautiful lips. "It seems that my focus has been taken away by you. Without you, I can't get any comfort."

She passionately wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

"Let me comfort you tonight, okay?"

Her voice was as soft as he remembered, but the difference was that she took the initiative in a surprising way.

"Husband, let me serve you..."

She gently pushed him down onto the bed, her small hands unbuttoning his clothes—

the night was still long.

A candlestick sat on the cypress wood table in the side room, the firelight illuminating the intertwined shadows on the bed.

After He Lanyu removed his outer clothes, her eyes fell upon Bei Chenyang's strong chest.

She loosened her hair, letting her long, black hair cascade down like a curtain, covering him.

She lowered her head, extending her small tongue to lightly lick and tease the nipples on his chest, just as he had played with the rosy bumps on her own breasts.

A moment later, she moved to another neglected nipple, caressing it with the same tongue.

Lying on the bed, watching her delicate pink tongue dart out, his lower abdomen was practically consumed by fire.

His mind was filled with her passionate movements and her incredibly alluring expression, igniting a powerful desire within him. The

thought of wanting her kept rising within him—

"My dear Lan'er, how long are you going to torment me?" His voice grew increasingly hoarse.

Especially seeing her breasts constantly rubbing against his chest, her firm, elastic breasts bouncing up and down like a pair of playful sprites.

"Don't rush..." she said softly, her face flushed.

Gradually, her tongue moved downwards, reaching his muscular lower abdomen.

Her small hand reached down to his trousers, touching his already erect and throbbing desire, as hot as iron pressed against her palm.

She gently rubbed and stroked it several times before finally pulling his trousers down completely.

A hot iron, erect amidst the thick, dark hair, made her blush. She lightly licked her tongue, finally taking the thick, hard member into her mouth, slowly lowering it.

"Oh—" he couldn't help but roar as his penis entered her wet mouth.

Everything about her was still so soft, making him want to immediately begin thrusting in her mouth, but to avoid frightening her, he had to suppress his desire and let her tease him.

His penis was sucked in and then spat out, coated with her sweet saliva, making it look even more erect and intimidating.

His throbbing penis, with its bulging veins, was teased by her delicate pink tongue. Finally, her mouth left the steel-hard, hot pillar, and she cupped it with both hands, gently stroking it up and down.

"Husband, is this comfortable?" she whispered, her heart pounding faster.

"Comfortable..." His breathing quickened, and he sat up, greedily gazing at her breasts.

Finally, he couldn't resist reaching out to her chest, enjoying the feel of her soft breasts.

Her small hands gripped his penis and worked it vigorously, her breasts swaying with each movement.

He groaned softly in pleasure, feeling her breasts bouncing in his palms.

She knelt on the bed, her small hands sometimes touching his swollen penis, sometimes playing with his nipples, teasing him until he felt almost burst.

He kneaded her breasts like dough, noticing that the two mounds of flesh had swelled, even the buds were more erect than before.

She was doing it earnestly and attentively, with a hint of shyness in her eyes, which he found incredibly adorable.

"Lan'er, your hands are so soft, so comfortable..." He gently cupped her breasts, letting the nipples slide up and down and side to side in his palms.

Her body tingled even more from his caresses, her face burning red like a branding iron.

He reached for her wet vulva with his other hand, eliciting a dreamlike moan from her, her eyes glazed, her cheeks flushed with a captivating spring-like blush, like a delicate peach blossom.

"My dear Lan'er, I want to penetrate your wet little hole..." He stopped her hand from continuing its caresses, gazing at her half-open lips.

"You...you're so annoying..." Hearing the somewhat vulgar words, she lowered her eyes and gently scolded. "I haven't served you properly yet..."

"I want it, Lan'er." He hooked her chin with his index finger.

She nodded slightly, then lowered her head, opening her mouth to take his penis in. The almost throbbing, hard iron eagerly buried itself deep inside her mouth.

"Mmm..." he growled softly, her soft, wet mouth tightly gripping his penis, bringing indescribable pleasure.

Her face moved upwards, his mouth constantly sucking, his tongue gently licking, creating extremely sensual sounds.

"Lan'er, faster..." He loved her charming expression, and even more so her earnest look.

His long fingers trembled back and forth between her folds, finally stopping at her erect clitoris.

"Mmm, mmm..." She half-closed her eyes, enjoying his teasing, her mouth filled with his thick, long member. From the effort of sucking, her tongue tip was slightly sore and numb, but there was a unique pleasure in it.

His hands left her body, and he knelt on the bed, allowing her to swallow his penis even more easily.

"Ugh, ugh..." She frowned, realizing he had grabbed her shoulders, his hips thrusting forward.

His penis pressed deeper into her throat because of his movements, making her feel uncomfortable, because his movements were so rapid and forceful.

"Lan'er, faster..." He gripped her shoulders tightly, his hips swaying, pushing forcefully into her mouth.

Her swallowing became rapid and forceful, and she couldn't resist his strength, only enduring his thrusts.

Her slippery mouth intensely stimulated his hot iron, and after a moment, a tingling sensation ran down his spine, and his mind went blank.

The thrusting slowed, and after a few tremors, the

thick, fleshy penis plunged deep into her mouth… Before she could expel his hot, wet shaft, the tip of his penis was stretched to its maximum, spurting a sweet, whitish liquid into her mouth…

She choked on the sudden spray, forced to pull away from his massive member, her mouth full of the sweet, whitish liquid.

He gasped, kneeling on the bed, watching her cough.

“Lan’er, I’m sorry…” he gently cupped her face. “I shouldn’t have ejaculated in your mouth, spit it out…”

The sweet, whitish liquid spilled from the corner of her mouth, and she slowly spat it into his palm, then lightly licked her lips with her tongue. Her alluring appearance was like that of a little enchantress, captivating his heartstrings.

She took his large hand and moved it to her full breasts, smearing the thick, white liquid on her erect nipples, making them even more moist and tempting.

"Lan'er, you're so beautiful..." He gently kissed her lips, tasting his own masculine flavor.

He gently caressed her breasts, letting her lie flat, his large hand tracing her curves down to her already soaking wet vulva.

"Husband..." she whispered, using the intimate term she had lost and found again. "I'm so hot..."

"Leave the rest to me." His large hand gently teased between her thighs. "I will give you the greatest pleasure."

She nodded shyly.

He parted her legs, revealing two tender, glistening labia, the wet crevice exuding a salty, hot aroma.

Facing that alluring vulva, he caressed the crevice with two fingers, his fingertips smeared with the flowing nectar, rubbing the swollen labia with abandon.

Soon, his palms were sticky with the nectar overflowing from her vulva.

"Ah, ah..." The pleasure from her lower body stimulated her, her rapid heartbeat making her feel as if something was stuck in her throat, emitting an uncontrollable moan.

She shyly closed her eyes, gently biting her red lower lip.

Bei Chenyang spread her legs wider, and she involuntarily stiffened and strained, her tense body arching so that her insteps and calves were in a straight line, her cute toes slightly curled.

"Lan'er, your body is so beautiful..." he whispered in praise, the fire in his lower abdomen reigniting.

Seeing her beautiful, moist flower cave, the two pink and smooth labia, made his thick, long penis swell again.

He brought his nose close to her crotch, smelling her sweet fragrance, which excited his penis even more, making it even harder and revealing a full, dark red color.

"Husband..." she murmured, enjoying his long fingers stroking back and forth in her slit, yet feeling a little unsatisfied. "Don't play with Lan'er anymore..."

Now, she exuded a seductive charm, her slightly closed eyes revealing a deep longing.

He took her ear with his thin lips, gently biting her small earlobe.

As she breathed a sigh of relief, he pressed his face against hers, kissing her soft, slightly parted cherry lips. She let out a soft, alluring moan, and his nimble tongue immediately darted into her mouth, boldly licking her two rows of neat, white teeth.

As his tongue continued its intrusion, she unconsciously opened her mouth, and he seized the opportunity, teasing her palate with his tongue.

She had no choice but to tilt her lips back, their lips pressed tightly together. His fiery tongue danced back and forth in her mouth, and she couldn't resist, extending her own pink, fragrant tongue to intertwine with his, sucking each other's saliva.

After a while, his lips left hers, but their tongues lingered, reluctantly intertwining in the air, until finally separating, leaving a trail of ambiguous saliva...

Then, his lips reached her sexy collarbone, slowly moving towards her pert nipples, licking all the way down to her lower abdomen.

His nimble tongue darted into her navel, teasing and swirling, giving her an unprecedented pleasure—a tingling sensation mixed with a touch of pain, stimulating her legs until they went weak and her delicate slit tightened slightly.

"Ah...you're licking me so numb..." she gently swayed her head, her long, black hair scattered across the bed.

His large hand gently pressed against her flat stomach, his tongue constantly licking back and forth, making her sob softly in discomfort. Finally, his entire hand slid down to her vulva, pressing two fingers against the soft labia, causing her slit to open and reveal the bright red flesh hidden inside.

"Poor Lan'er, you must be very sad." He said, pressing and swirling the flesh.

"No, no..." she gasped.

"Do you want me to stop, or do you want me to keep going?"

"Mmm, mmm..." she hummed softly, her reason gradually fading with his movements. "No, don't stop..."

"From now on, I won't stop." He narrowed his eyes, deciding to pamper this beautiful orchid that he couldn't let go of.

Chapter Seven:

The Rich Merchant's Divorced Wife 3

Whether by chance or destiny,

from the moment we met,

I've been devoted to you for life.

He Lanyu tried to close her legs, but he forcefully opened them.

Her flower-like opening was now incredibly wet and exceptionally red, even the nipple under his fingertips was sensitively erect.

"Mmm, mmm..." Her chest heaved, waves of pleasure washing over her.

He deliberately smeared the nectar from her flower-like opening on her mons pubis, making the hair appear even darker and shinier, then buried his face between her legs, sucking and biting the two sensitive labia, his index finger constantly playing with the erect nipples.

"Ah, ah—" Her soft moans escaped her lips, like a beautiful melody.

His tongue slipped between her labia, sliding straight into her flower-like opening; with just a few gentle tremors, the slippery opening continuously flowed with nectar.

"Hmm... mmm..." Her hands stiffly gripped the blankets, enduring the teasing of his tongue.

“Little Lan’er, your little hole is so tight…” He deliberately drew circles at the entrance of her hole. “Relax a little, so I can go in deeper…”

“Husband…” Her whole body trembled. “Lan’er…so comfortable…”

His tongue kept sucking the sticky honey into his mouth, and then vibrated left and right in her passage, fast and urgent.

“Slow, slow down…” Her body arched, and she whispered.

He then moved his tongue to the tender bud inside her vulva, deliberately vibrating it.

The feeling was even more tingling and unbearable than before, and she let out painful and intermittent gasps, but her body instinctively cooperated with his movements.

His tongue did not leave the tender bud, and he inserted his long finger into the neglected little hole, the slippery honey allowing him to easily probe deep inside.

“Mmm, mmm…” The intense pleasure made her arch her back, the stimulation of the long finger and the vibration of the tongue attacking from both sides, almost draining all her strength.

A large amount of nectar gushed from her flower-like opening, the tender, bright red bud standing erect, and her two fair thighs involuntarily parted.

"Husband... I... I can't take it anymore..." she shook her head, her flower-like opening gradually contracting under the constant teasing of his tongue.

Although he heard her pleas, he did not let her go, his tongue still vibrating rapidly on that sensitive and fragile bud.

"Ah, ah...so good, so good..." Her heart pounded faster and faster, almost suffocating her, and her flower-like opening tightened, gripping his long fingers tightly.

He didn't let up, his long fingers continuing to thrust inside her, enjoying the fiery feeling of being surrounded by her juices. Then, he deliberately bent his fingers slightly, manipulating the plump, tender walls of her flesh.

"No, you can't do that..." She felt like she couldn't breathe, the intense stimulation making her whole body tense.

But Bei Chenyang didn't stop because of her fragile cries.

"Ah, ah...I can't take it anymore..." Her eyebrows furrowed deeply, her teeth biting her lower lip tightly, as if she were enduring immense pain.

Finally, after a long moan, her flower-like opening gushed out a large amount of nectar...

Only then did his long fingers stop thrusting, and his tongue left her sensitive bud. Looking at her trembling body and the glistening nectar that had sprayed out, he smiled with satisfaction.

"Lan'er, what's wrong?" He squinted, looking at her panting, knowing full well what was going on.

"Lan... Lan'er can't take it anymore..." She covered her face with her hands, feeling extremely ashamed. "So... so embarrassing..."

"What's so embarrassing?" He pulled her small hands away and gently kissed her lips. "Look, you've climaxed... soaking the sheets..."

"Don't say it... I feel so ashamed..." She buried her face in his neck and shook her head.

"Okay, I won't say it." He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, lay down beside her, and then gently turned her body so that she was also lying on her side facing him. "Next, I will express my love for you with actions—"

Bei Chenyang and He Lanyu were both lying on their sides facing each other.

He lifted her left leg and placed it on his waist, letting her wet flower-like opening press against his erect, hot iron.

"Husband..." In her panic and haste, she saw him thrust his hips forward, quickly and accurately penetrating her flower-like opening.

"I want your tight, narrow little hole..."

"Ah!" His massive member instantly plunged into her flower-like opening, filling the narrow passage. Her

passage, still spasming from orgasm, was filled again by his thick, hard penis. The lingering tingling sensation, combined with the feeling of being possessed, almost overwhelmed her.

After his penis was fully inside, his two testicles gently rubbed against her labia, arousing her desire and causing her to gush with lust. Her arms clung tightly to his broad shoulders, and she actively arched her back and twisted her hips.

"Oh..." She held him tightly, enjoying the pleasure brought by his thick, hot iron.

As he thrust in and out, her vagina contracted and relaxed, almost causing him to lose control and ride wildly.

He could clearly feel her legs trembling violently; he knew she was nervous, and even after a few thrusts, he felt a little reluctant, so he deliberately slowed down.

He didn't want to possess her so quickly; the emptiness of two years apart should be properly made up for.

In the past, he had been too arrogant and confident, thinking he would never lose her in this life. He never imagined that fate would play such cruel tricks, separating them for over two years and creating so many misunderstandings.

"Lan'er, I love you..." he whispered in her ear, his voice filled with unparalleled tenderness.

At this moment, her flower-like opening was overflowing with desire. He gradually changed his movements from rubbing his penis up and down and side to side, exploring the mysterious cavern.

"Mmm...mmm..." she let out a melodious moan that sent shivers down her spine, her small mouth unable to resist lightly pecking at his thin lips.

The two kissed deeply, his large hands caressing her breasts.

"Husband..."

"Call me by my name." He thrust into her clitoris with a nine-shallow-one-deep rhythm.

"Yang..." she called out to him softly and passionately, her voice like a cat in heat.

The small room echoed with her seductive moans and the lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.

He felt a slight pain, but it only fueled his excitement and madness. He thrust forward forcefully, his entire penis plunging into her wet opening.

"Ah...it hurts so much..." He Lanyu cried out, her fingers leaving red marks on his back.

"How much does it hurt?" he asked softly, gazing at her alluring expression. He couldn't help but tenderly stroke her face, feeling a deep tenderness for her.

"My legs are so numb...my breasts...my breasts are so swollen..." she said, lightly biting his shoulder.

Hearing this, he vigorously kneaded her now rosy and full breasts, admiring the way the two mounds of white flesh bounced in his hands.

She unconsciously let out a soft moan, feeling the throbbing in her breasts, her sensitive nipples now pink and delicate like berries.

Seeing his beloved's intense reaction, he became even more excited and decided to speed things up to satisfy her growing passion.

He roughly lifted her fair legs even higher, eager to thrust his swollen, aching penis forcefully into her tender opening.

She screamed, her snow-white body arching back and trembling, causing her high, round breasts to sway and ripple.

He wouldn't let her change their intimate embrace, remaining in a side-lying position, relentlessly thrusting his massive penis into her beautiful flower.

His shaft pounded in her slippery passage, as if a fish in water, constantly tasting the sweet nectar.

Hearing her incessant moans and cries fueled his lust, and he thrust even harder.

"Does it feel good?" he asked mischievously.

"So, so good..." Her breasts bounced up and down, her vulva gushing with love fluid, even flowing down her thighs and wetting his.

Feeling her love fluid flowing like a gentle stream, he thrust even harder, making his own thighs wet.

"Then I'll satisfy your desires, okay?" he asked in a low, husky voice, holding her slender waist.

"Mmm, mmm..." Her eyes were hazy and unfocused, her reason controlled by lust.

He pushed his hips back slightly, aiming at her flower cave again, and thrust in all at once, reaching the very depths!

The walls of her flesh, struck so violently, naturally clung tightly to his penis, the smooth, tight sensation making him feel as if he were melting inside her.

He couldn't help but thrust his hips, pumping wildly in and out of her tight little hole, pushing his penis deep into her body with all his might, then pulling it out forcefully!

"Ah, ah...you're making me...so uncomfortable...but...so good..." Her body swayed constantly. Her

slender legs were weak and powerless, but supported by his strong arms, her flower cave remained nakedly exposed, enjoying his powerful thrusts and the waves of pleasure that followed.

"Oh...slower...Yang, Yang..." she whispered.

"Where does it itch?" He deliberately twisted her words, uttering phrases that made her blush. "Or do you think I'm not putting in enough effort?"

"No, no..." she gasped heavily. "I... I was calling your name..."

Every time he inserted his penis into her vagina and pulled it out, a tingling, itchy sensation spread from the walls of her vagina, reaching her entire body, making her nipples even harder.

"So, so good..." With his penis moving in and out of her, it felt like every itch in her body was being scratched, especially when he reached the deepest point, it brought her unbearable pleasure.

Seeing her actively writhing her body in response, he thrust even harder.

"Ah, ah..."

Before long, she began to moan unrestrainedly, even twisting her fair, round buttocks to meet his rough thrusts and possession.

She cast aside her shame, clinging to him passionately.

"Slow down... I can't take it anymore..."

Seeing the flush on her cheeks, he thrust harder and faster until finally—

she let out a long, soft moan, her whole body trembling, her flower cave overflowing with love juice.

She reached the ultimate pleasure, but his ravaging was not over...

Although she had reached orgasm, his hot iron still remained burning hot inside her.

"Husband..." She was so tired, her body trembling slightly.

"It's not over yet." He narrowed his eyes, rolled over on the bed, and made her straddle him.

During the change of position, his thick, hot iron never left her body, and with each roll, it rubbed against her flesh, teasing her legs to tremble.

"I want you to feel that I have never tired of you." He gently stroked her face.

She pressed her hands against his chest, her hips completely still, afraid that the slightest movement would cause her flower to succumb to the torment of his penis until she fainted.

"I...I feel..." she stammered, her mouth dry. "Husband, you...you're so strong..."

She could feel his powerful erection inside her, showing no signs of softening, pressing straight against her wet flower, forcing open her already swollen and red flesh.

"I don't want to leave your body," he gently stroked her face. "Move a little, I need you..."

Hearing his gentle voice, she gently shifted her hips.

Even the slightest movement caused her flesh to itch from the friction, and the position allowed her to enjoy the pleasure of being penetrated to the core.

"Hmm..." he squinted, letting out a low, husky hum. "You're doing great, my Lan'er..."

His large hands caressed her nipples, which he had played with until they were red and swollen, then he grasped her breasts and began to knead and play with them.

Her movements were extremely slow, and he was in no hurry.

After a while, once the rhythm of her snowy buttocks returned to normal, he lifted his hips, letting the hot iron pierce her warm, moist opening—

with a soft "plop," the entire penis slid straight into her body.

"Ah..." she moaned softly in pleasure, involuntarily twisting her waist and swaying her hips, her legs clamping tightly around his waist.

"Lan'er, you're squeezing me so tightly..." he murmured, exhaling heavy breaths, his large hand moving down

. "It's not over yet." He narrowed his eyes, rolled over on the bed, and made her straddle him.

Throughout the changes in position, the thick, hot iron remained inside her, rubbing against her vaginal walls with each roll, teasing her legs and causing them to tremble.

"I want you to feel that I've never grown tired of you." He gently stroked her face.

She placed her hands on his chest, her hips completely still, afraid that any movement would cause her vagina to be ravaged and she would faint from his penis's penetration.

"I...I feel..." she said, her mouth dry. "My husband...you're so strong..."

She could feel his powerful erection inside her, showing no signs of softening, pressing straight against her wet flower, forcing open her already swollen and red flesh.

"I don't want to leave your body." He gently stroked her face. "Move a little, I need you..."

Hearing his gentle voice, she gently moved her hips.

Even the slightest movement made her flesh itch from the friction, and the position allowed her to enjoy the pleasure of being thrust into her core.

"Mmm..." He narrowed his eyes and hummed softly. "You did a great job, my Lan'er..." His

large hand caressed her nipples, which he had played with until they were red and swollen, then he grasped her breasts and began to knead and play with them.

Her movements were extremely slow, and he wasn't in a hurry.

After a while, when the rhythm of her snowy buttocks returned to normal, he lifted his hips, letting the hot iron thrust into her hot flower—

with a soft "plop," the entire penis was inserted straight into her body.

"Ah..." she groaned softly, involuntarily twisting her waist and hips, her legs clamping tightly around his waist.

"Lan'er, you're squeezing me so tightly..." he murmured, exhaling heavy breaths, his large hands moving down

to grasp her snowy buttocks. He sat up, letting her sit on his lap, and thrust forcefully, holding her snowy buttocks.

"Ah, ahh..." she cried out in a daze, her hands clinging to his neck.

"You're so hot..." he whispered in her ear. "I want to ejaculate inside you..."

"So, so lewd..." she shook her head shyly; his words always managed to arouse her.

He chuckled softly, his penis still pounding against her flower.

Before long, he could no longer restrain the lust within him, letting it rise to the brink of explosion—

a low growl escaped his throat, the small hole at the tip of his hot iron gradually widening, his desire about to be released.

Finally, a tingling sensation shot through his waist. He thrust upwards forcefully, burying himself deep inside her. Thick, white fluid gushed from the tip, mingling with her sweet nectar…

Chapter Eight:

On a morning filled with birdsong, hurried footsteps echoed through the corridor of the Dragon and Phoenix Teahouse's back garden.

A moment later, a pair of slender, white hands forcefully pushed open the wooden door—

unexpectedly, this door, which was never locked, was now unlocked.

The girl who pushed open the door was Hua Tilu. She had woken up this morning to find the guards who should have been on duty leisurely eating breakfast in the hall.

Grabbing the wooden man by the collar, she learned that he hadn't been guarding Helan Yu's room at all last night. Enraged, she rushed to Bei Chenyang's room, only to find it empty. Realizing something was wrong, she had stormed to Helan Yu's room in a fit of rage.

"Open the door, open the door—" she shouted from outside, completely unaware that the teahouse manager, Leng Qingpo, and the "wooden blockhead" she was referring to—Li Zhantie—were following behind her.

He Lanyu was awakened by her shouts and instinctively wanted to find some clothes to put on. She quickly got up to answer the door, but Bei Chenyang's reaction was slow and leisurely, completely ignoring Hua Tilu.

"It's still early, sleep a little longer." He stopped his wife's movements, telling her to continue resting.

After being tormented by him all night, Lan'er was probably exhausted and should rest properly.

"No." He Lanyu shook her head. "Miss Hua never thinks about the consequences of her actions. She will definitely barge in later."

Bei Chenyang narrowed his eyes, picked up the scattered clothes, put them on, and quickly pulled down the bed curtains to cover her naked body.

He had just tied his belt when he heard Hua Tilu's shouts again—

"Go to hell, Bei Chenyang, you better open the door for me—" Hua Tilu angrily pounded on the wooden door. "Li Mutou, tear this door down!"

Li Zhantie leaned against a pillar, making no move.

"Rebellion! Rebellion! You're all rebelling!" Hua Tilu gritted her teeth in anger, finally having to take matters into her own hands, kicking the wooden door hard.

At this moment, He Lanyu had also hurriedly dressed, her long hair still untied, cascading down like a black waterfall, adding to her charm.

She got out of bed and walked towards the door.

"Don't open it." Bei Chenyang grabbed her arm, telling her not to open the door.

She shook her head, her gentle nature prompting her to open it.

As soon as the door opened, Hua Tilu stormed into the room, and sure enough, she found Bei Chenyang there.

"Miss Hua..." He Lanyu frowned slightly, a bad feeling rising in her heart.

"I knew it!" Hua Tilu shouted, shielding He Lanyu behind her. "Shameless scoundrel, how dare you bully my woman;..."

"I am her husband." Bei Chenyang stepped forward, much taller than Hua Tilu, and answered fearlessly.

"What a joke!" But Hua Tilu was no pushover either, crossing her arms and glaring at him. "I saved Manager Lan's life, she is mine for life, you want to take her away from me? Tch!"

"I am very grateful to you for saving Lan'er, even if it means going bankrupt, I will redeem her freedom." Bei Chenyang remained calm, negotiating with reason.

Unfortunately, Hua Tilu wasn't an ordinary woman, so she wasn't so easily dismissed.

"Why should I?" she sneered. "She's a living, breathing woman, and you've already given her a letter of divorce. What right do you have to take her back?"

"I didn't write the letter of divorce," Bei Chenyang said, looking at He Lanyu behind Hua Tilu. "I won't force her to leave. I want her to willingly return to my side."

He Lanyu pursed her lips, her eyes already showing emotion.

Last night, they talked so much, and she finally understood—

he loved her too.

They had missed each other so much, always thinking they didn't hold an important place in each other's hearts, thinking they were just a burden who had accidentally entered each other's lives.

Unexpectedly, they had fallen in love at first sight.

He had never forgotten her.

She had always kept him in her heart.

“Manager Lan,” Hua Tilu turned around, looking at He Lanyu with a questioning expression, “You wouldn’t have softened your heart, would you?”

He Lanyu bit her lip, and finally said in a low voice, “I don’t want to go back to Beichen Mansion.”

That home couldn’t accept her.

“Ha!” Hua Tilu sneered, glaring arrogantly at Beichen Yang. “Did you hear that? My Manager Lan disdains going back with you, so give up on that idea!”

In other words, He Lanyu would still stay and work hard for her, and she wouldn’t have to worry about the teahouse being unattended.

“Why?” Beichen Yang wasn’t angry, but asked gently.

“The old lady has never liked me as her daughter-in-law.” This time, she answered truthfully, no longer hiding her feelings.

Beichen Yang was slightly taken aback, but he didn’t refute her, only pondering silently.

“So, that old hag in Beichen Mansion deliberately framed her for adultery so that you would marry another woman, and used that as a way to kick her out.” Hua Tilu spoke coldly, defending her.

"Framed?" He frowned. Although he knew his mother opposed his marriage to He Lanyu, he hadn't expected her to despise her so much.

"Let me tell you, the man who slept in the same bed with her is that idiot Aji from our teahouse." Hua Tilu raised her small face. "Aji is a complete fool. He was knocked unconscious, used, and then thrown out of the mansion. I was the one who picked him up."

Perfect, the idiot can be recycled and assigned to be a servant in the backyard.

All the mysteries were solved at this moment.

It turned out that someone had interfered, forcibly separating the couple—

how foolish he was two years ago, actually thinking she was strong enough to live alone in the mansion, forgetting to care whether she was happy or not.

"I'm warning you, if you dare to approach Manager Lan again, if you dare to hurt her again, don't blame me for tearing you to pieces!" Hua Tilu turned around and pulled He Lanyu out.

"Where are you taking her?" Bei Chenyang frowned, took a big step, but was stopped by Li Zhantie.

"I'm giving you seven days. If you don't clear Manager Lan's name, you can forget about ever setting foot in the Dragon Phoenix Teahouse again." Hua Tilu didn't even turn her head, forcefully pulling He Lanyu away.

Bei Chenyang could only watch helplessly as his wife was taken away, leaving only Leng Qingpo and Li Zhantie, who was responsible for blocking them.

"She always keeps her word. If you still want to see Miss Lan, you'd better start investigating now." Leng Qingpo shrugged, a look of wishing him good luck on his face, and then stepped out of the room.

Li Zhantie glanced at him. "That woman, Hua Tilu, is never soft-hearted."

After saying that, he also left the room.

Bei Chenyang didn't chase after them, knowing in his heart that they were right—

he should make amends to Lan'er.

Bei Chenyang had been away from the Dragon Phoenix Teahouse for four days.

Since that tender night, He Lanyu hadn't had any physical intimacy with him, because a Cheng Yaojin had appeared between them.

Hua Tilu stayed by He Lanyu's side every day, never leaving her for a moment. And whenever Bei Chenyang approached, Li Zhantie would appear to stop him…

He Lanyu was preoccupied with her abacus, so engrossed that she didn't even notice Hua Tilu's presence beside her.

“You're such a fool!” Hua Tilu's beautiful eyes darted at her. “That man has been gone for four days, and you're still worried about him?”

“He went back to Qingzhou City on business.” He Lanyu wasn't angry, giving her a smile.

“You believe everything he says? Don't you have any self-respect?” Hua Tilu rolled her eyes. “No wonder you're so easily controlled by him.”

He Lanyu smiled but remained silent, while Leng Qingpo chimed in. “Fengtian City already has no peace with a domineering woman like you; what would happen if there were a few more?”

“Hey, Leng, say that again!” Hua Tilu glared at the talkative head manager.

“No, the weather's just nice today.” Even this unassuming head manager had to give way to his demanding mistress.

“He’s different from before…” He Lanyu bit her lip, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. “It’s been four years since I realized he loved me.”

“When a man can’t get what he wants, he’ll say anything!” Hua Tilu slammed her hand on the table in frustration. “Aren’t you afraid of getting hurt again?”

“I thought that if I was heartless towards him, I wouldn’t get hurt again.” He Lanyu sighed. “But, for the past two years, I’ve only hidden my emotions. I’ve never truly forgotten him…”

Hua Tilu wanted to flip the table. This woman was like a stubborn ox, impossible to sway. Even if she got hurt again, she insisted on going back…

“I saved your life, so you’re mine for life.” Hua Tilu said through gritted teeth, stamping her feet in anger. “If anyone dares to take you away, I’ll chop off their hands and feet!”

“Obstructing someone else’s marriage will have consequences.” Leng Qingpo said coolly from the side.

Hua Tilu glared at him, about to retort, but was drowned out by the teahouse waiter's greeting—

"Guest, you're back!"

Stepping through the door was Bei Chenyang.

He wore a light green brocade robe, with an intricately embroidered gold tiger pouch hanging at his waist. Although his face showed weariness, his dark eyes immediately lit up upon seeing He Lanyu.

A short while later, a man and a woman appeared at the door.

An incredulous expression appeared on He Lanyu's face. That was…

“Father, Mother!” She hurried out from behind the counter, her eyes brimming with tears.

Why were her parents, who had once been ashamed of her, here in Fengtian City?

The closer she got to the door, the more hesitant she became, until finally she dared not take another step.

In the end, it was Bei Chenyang who took her small hand and led her to the He family couple.

“My poor daughter…” Madam He couldn’t help but weep, stepping forward to embrace her long-lost daughter.

“It’s all my fault, I wronged you…” Old Master He also shed tears, never expecting his daughter to have suffered so much injustice, while they, as her parents… didn’t believe her at all, leaving her all alone and adrift.

“Father, Mother, why… did you come?” He Lanyu asked softly, embracing her mother.

“Our son-in-law sent us; he told us everything.” Madam He hugged her tightly.

"You've suffered so much injustice at the Beichen Mansion, and that old lady dared to frame you like this..."

"Your father and mother came today to take you home, so you won't have to suffer outside anymore."

Master sighed. It was all his fault for his stubborn temper, which led him to wrongly accuse his obedient daughter.

He Lanyu looked at Beichen Yang with confusion in her eyes.

"Father, Mother, your son-in-law will take you to the side room to rest first, and then explain to you later." Beichen Yang's large hand never left her soft hand.

After speaking, he instructed the waiter to prepare a fine private room, and went upstairs with the He family elders.

Hua Tilu also wanted to follow, but was stopped by Li Zhantie and Leng Qingpo.

"They have family matters to handle, what are you doing, you troublemaker, following along?" Leng Qingpo scoffed.

"I'm afraid Manager Lan will be bullied..."

"Sit properly." Li Zhantie threatened coldly.

"You dare to order me around?" Her almond-shaped eyes widened.

"You want me to immobilize you for an hour by applying pressure points?" Li Zhantie glanced at her coldly, his tone anything but joking.

Hua Tilu gasped. Her greatest fear was being unable to move, and this blockhead was always a man of his word, and incredibly prone to disobeying her orders…

"I'll wait downstairs, okay?" It didn't matter; she always sought revenge. This Li dared threaten her, and one day she would exact her vengeance!

With enough investigation, the truth would soon come to light.

It turned out that after Bei Chenyang returned to Qingzhou City, he immediately summoned all the servants in the mansion for questioning. Initially, due to the old lady's authority, no one dared to tell the truth. So he went directly to his mother and talked with her all night, finally getting the old lady to reveal the truth in her fury—

she had never liked He Lanyu, because her ideal daughter-in-law was someone from a wealthy family like Yao Caining, only then would she be a suitable match for the Bei Chen family.

Therefore, she admitted that she had orchestrated everything, aiming to force him to divorce He Lanyu and marry Yao Caining instead.

After learning the whole story, Bei Chenyang was utterly disappointed in his mother, for she had caused his wife so much suffering, and despite He Lanyu's constant efforts, she still couldn't win her favor. After

the old lady's confession, the maid Cuiying, unable to bear the pangs of conscience, stepped forward to testify that He Lanyu was innocent. Other servants in the mansion also testified, saying that since He Lanyu married into the household, she had never stopped worrying about everyone, only that the old lady held a deep-seated prejudice against her and looked down on her family background.

Although Bei Chenyang hated the old lady's actions, he was reluctant to leave her behind because she was his mother. So, he compromised—he wouldn't take anything from the Bei Chen mansion, leaving the best environment for the old lady, with hundreds of servants to take care of her daily needs.

However, he would not set foot in the house again until the old lady genuinely accepted He Lanyu.

The old lady was so angry she almost vomited blood, but he still insisted on his opinion and left the Beichen family. He then went to Fangyuan City and personally went to the He family to apologize.

He explained the whole story to his parents-in-law and cleared his wife's name.

After the truth was revealed, everyone realized that He Lanyu had suffered so much injustice, but they were completely unaware and even did not forgive her.

Now, all the misunderstandings had been cleared up, and He Lanyu had also gained her parents' forgiveness. She and the He family couple embraced and wept, and after talking all night, the two elders finally rested in the side room.

Next, it was time for her to spend with Beichen Yang. As soon

as He Lanyu stepped into the room, she was pulled into a strong embrace by a powerful force, and the person who had taken her place immediately lowered his head and kissed her lips.

"Mmm..." She opened her eyes wide and was both surprised and delighted when she saw the person's face.

His tongue explored her lips, gently teasing her pearly teeth, then slipped into her mouth, tasting her sweet saliva.

Bei Chenyang expressed his longing for her with a passionate kiss, savoring her tender taste for a long while before reluctantly leaving her beautiful lips.

"I missed you so much." His large hands encircled her waist, inhaling her scent.

Her small hands gently stroked his weary face. "I heard from Father that you and...the Old Madam broke off your relationship?"

"I won't go home until Mother comes to her senses." He smiled softly. "But I will still have someone take good care of her."

"She only has you as her son..." She sighed helplessly. "I don't want to put you in a difficult position." "

I only have you as my wife." He held her tightly. "Without you, how unbearable it is for me. Without you, I've almost forgotten how to love someone..."

"What will you do in the future?" she asked, frowning.

"Wherever you are, I will be there, as long as you are happy and no longer suffer any injustice."

She chuckled, raising her right wrist to reveal the red thread on it. "Do you remember this?"

"The love knot." He hadn't forgotten; he still remembered her expression back then.

"After two years, are you willing to tie it back?" she pouted coquettishly.

He handed her the golden tiger purse, which she curiously rummaged through—inside was a red silk thread, the very one she had begged for years ago.

"You...you didn't lose it?" she asked in utter surprise.

"I've kept everything about you safe and sound." Bei Chenyang gently kissed her forehead and laid her down on the bed. "Including your heart..."

She chuckled shyly, tying the red thread to his left wrist with both hands—it was their love knot, their fate rekindled.

Tonight was their moment of reunion.

Chapter Nine:

Utterly an eyesore!

The moment Hua Tilu saw Bei Chenyang, she felt he was an irritating fellow.

Although he had indeed given He Lanyu justice within seven days, to her, Bei Chenyang was simply a huge threat!

She had exhausted her words and vowed to take good care of He Lanyu, finally managing to get rid of the He family's patriarch and mistress, preventing them from insisting on taking their daughter home and leaving her teahouse unattended.

Unexpectedly, there was still one persistent man!

He was willing to give up being the young master of the Beichen family for He Lanyu, even abandoning the family business.

"I'm telling you..." Hua Tilu stood in front of Beichen Yang, tilting her small face up and glaring at him fiercely. "Why are you always haunting me?"

"I've done what you asked, shouldn't you give Lan'er back to me?" Beichen Yang had also disliked Hua Tilu for a long time.

He'd been staying at the Dragon and Phoenix Teahouse for almost a month, but this unreasonable woman not only hadn't returned his wife to him, but she'd also humiliated him with sharp, sarcastic words, all in an attempt to make him back down and stop trying to take his wife from her.

But he wouldn't give up until he got his wife back.

"Return her to you?" Hua Tilu sneered. "Why should I?"

"You…" Bei Chenyang secretly clenched his fists; if it weren't for the fact that she was a woman, he would have already punched her.

"I've already said it," Hua Tilu gracefully moved to an empty table and sat down, her right hand supporting her cheek. "I saved Manager Lan's life; she's mine for life. If you want to take her from me, you can try again in the next life!"

"You…" Bei Chenyang gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. "What good does all this harassment do you?"

"Heh." Hua Tilu smiled lazily. "I'm happy, I'm satisfied! I love seeing your unhappy face!" She

even made a childish face at him, eliciting laughter from He Lanyu, who was watching the spectacle.

To be honest, this was the first time she had ever seen Bei Chenyang angry, proving how much he valued her.

Her unease finally vanished, and she completely believed that Bei Chenyang truly loved her.

If he didn't love her, a dignified young master like Bei Chen wouldn't have to endure this teahouse's mistreatment every day just to take her away.

He said that as long as they could leave the teahouse and regain her freedom, she could go wherever she wanted.

Even if it meant a lifetime of wandering and homelessness, he was willing to stay by her side and roam the world with her—

as long as they left this eerie teahouse and the quirky and domineering Hua Tilu.

"Don't worry, you're not the first person to want to strangle her," Leng Qingpo said, glancing up as he tallied the accounts.

The number of people who want to strangle Hua Tilu is probably as long as the Great Wall...

Not to mention Leng Qingpo, Li Zhantie would definitely be eager to do it, not to mention everyone in the teahouse who has been poisoned by her tea.

"I believe you." Bei Chenyang took a deep breath, afraid of killing Hua Tilu right now.

"Miss Hua has been kind to me." He Lanyu said softly.

Although she felt helpless because Hua Tilu always deliberately made things difficult for her husband, she also understood that this quirky female boss was actually doing it to avenge her.

Because her personality was too weak, she didn't teach this man a lesson and easily forgave him...

Everything was so unfair to her, yet she chose to be magnanimous.

"I understand." Bei Chenyang looked at her. "But the work she gives you is too heavy, busy from morning to night, without giving you any time to breathe."

"Hehe." Hua Tilu chuckled a few times, her eyes cunning and agile. "Alright then, don't say I'm heartless, let's make a deal."

Bei Chenyang narrowed his eyes, instinctively sensing something strange about this woman's plan, but he was willing to take the risk for He Lanyu. "What deal?"

"You sign a five-year indenture with the Longfeng Teahouse, and when the time is up, you can leave with your woman." Hua Tilu waved, signaling a busy waiter to bring her some melon seeds and pastries.

"Miss Hua..." He Lanyu hurriedly tried to refuse this unreasonable request, but Bei Chenyang grabbed her hand, stopping her from speaking.

"You mean what you say?"

"If you don't believe me, let's sign a contract in black and white," Hua Tilu snorted.

Sigh, another ignorant unlucky soul. Leng Qingpo and Li Zhantie silently mourned for Bei Chenyang in their hearts.

"No..." He Lanyu shook her head, looking at her husband worriedly. "The Bei Chen family's business still needs you to manage it, how can you demean yourself and sell yourself into slavery?"

"Five years, in exchange for your freedom, I'm willing." Bei Chenyang stroked her cheek. “I don’t want you to work so hard, so busy every day.”

“Oh, what a loving couple.” Hua Tilu teased him coolly while cracking sunflower seeds.

“But…” He Lanyu tugged at his sleeve, hoping he wouldn’t act so impulsively.

But Bei Chenyang had already reached his limit and shook his head, refusing her objections.

What would happen if she had to stay by Hua Tilu’s side forever? That woman seemed to thrive on chaos, gossiping in Lan’er’s ear every day, saying he was a heartless man and she should have divorced him long ago…

To prevent his wife from being misled by well-meaning words, he decided to take matters into his own hands—selling himself into slavery to win back his wife’s freedom.

What a foolish man.

After selling himself to Hua Tilu, Bei Chenyang began to suffer unequal treatment, sometimes doing menial tasks, sometimes being sent to the market to inventory goods.

Normally, this kind of hardship wouldn’t be so bad, but Hua Tilu seemed to be tormenting him, calling his name and assigning him new tasks whenever she had free time, leaving him no moment to rest.

Although He Lanyu felt sorry for him, she couldn't help him.

Because if she helped him even once, Hua Tilu would give him double the workload.

She could only silently watch him work hard, and then gently comfort him when they returned to their room at night…

Days passed one by one.

In the blink of an eye, Bei Chenyang had been a slave for three months, living a very busy life every day.

However, because he had taken on He Lanyu's work as well, her life was much easier than before.

Today, he was ordered to go out to buy goods, and He Lanyu accompanied him.

Upon closer inspection, her flat stomach was slightly protruding; she was already two months pregnant.

Bei Chenyang looked at his wife worriedly. She was holding a paper umbrella, walking with him under the bright sun.

"Aren't you hot?" she chuckled, taking out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat. " No, I

'm not hot." He held her slender hand, gently stroking her face with his other hand, noticing her flushed cheeks. "But you, with the sun so strong, aren't you hot?"

she shook her head. "It's not hot."

Bei Chenyang took her handkerchief and wiped her sweat in the street.

This was the biggest change in him; the tough guy had become incredibly tender, disregarding other people's opinions, only wanting to hold her close to his heart.

"From now on, don't go out with me in this hot weather," he said tenderly.

She pouted and whispered, "Do you think I'm in your way?"

"I'm afraid you'll work too hard." His tender gaze fell on her slightly protruding belly. "You're pregnant!"

"Are you only being so good to me because of the baby?" He Lanyu looked at him with resentment.

"Of course not." Knowing she was overthinking again, Bei Chenyang quickly shook his head and explained. "Even without the baby, I'll still treat you very well."

Only then did she smile.

No wonder the doctor said that pregnant women's moods are unpredictable, as unpredictable as the weather.

"We've almost finished what we were doing. Let's go back to the teahouse first. I told the cook to save you a bowl of cold soup." Bei Chenyang took her hand, his steps matching hers, neither too fast nor too slow.

His thoughtfulness made her feel cared for. She couldn't help but recall their first meeting, also on the street.

Back then, his cold and aloof black eyes had deeply attracted her. And she had fallen for him, unable to leave him ever since.

After a while, He Lanyu looked up at his profile.

"My lord, back then... why did you marry me?"

Bei Chenyang gazed deeply at her. "I thought you would be a good wife."

"That's all?" She seemed somewhat disappointed, not quite satisfied.

"Of course, what attracts me most about you is your eyes." He smiled gently, smoothing the creases between her brows with his fingers.

"Huh?" She looked at him, puzzled, blinking her eyelashes.

"The moment our eyes met, a voice told me I had to have you." He held her hands tightly. "You let me see warmth in your eyes."

Hearing his honest confession, her heart pounded.

The two felt as if they had returned to the year they first met, on a noisy street, hearing the flutter in their hearts.

"That year, I saw indifference and arrogance in your eyes." She pouted. "Although I think loving you would be very difficult, I still want to try."

"Silly girl." He said with a smile, feeling sweet inside.

The two walked side by side, chatting and laughing, their hearts tightly bound together,

forever inseparable.

When Bei Chenyang led He Lanyu back to the Longfeng Teahouse, the waiter approached him with a troubled expression as soon as they stepped inside.

"Young Master Bei Chen..." The waiter, named "A Niu," scratched his head, looking troubled.

"What's wrong?" he softened his expression. In the Longfeng Teahouse, he had learned how to lower his guard and get along with the people there.

"You have a guest upstairs," A Niu pointed upwards. "She's in the private room of the [Welcoming Pavilion], and she asked you to go see her as soon as you returned."

Bei Chenyang frowned and asked in a low voice, "Is it a man or a woman? Where did she come from?"

"It's a girl, I heard she's from Qingzhou City." A Niu shifted his gaze to He Lanyu and brought up another matter, "Manager Lan, Chef Xiong is furious right now. He said he made some medicine to help with pregnancy this morning, and you didn't even drink a sip?"

He Lanyu stuck out her tongue. “I’m tired of drinking it every day…”

“Aniu, you take care of Lan’er for me. Make sure you see her drink the medicine to prevent miscarriage, and then give her some cool soup to cool her down.” Bei Chenyang said softly.

“Young Master Bei Chen, I know. Go upstairs to see that guest!” Aniu patted his chest and stared intently at He Lanyu.

She sighed helplessly. “Then I’ll go to the backyard.”

Bei Chenyang released her small hand, stroked her cheek, and went straight upstairs.

Which girl would come to see him? Bei Chenyang frowned and thought.

Just as he was pondering, he arrived outside the private room of “Welcoming Pavilion.”

The door was not closed, and inside sat a pretty girl. She was wearing a bright pink silk dress and holding a bowl of lotus seed sweet soup, which she was drinking slowly. When she saw him appear outside the door, her peach blossom eyes lit up instantly.

“Brother Bei Chen!” Yao Caining put down the bowl and hurriedly came to him with a gentle smile on her face.

"How did you know I was here?" Bei Chenyang raised an eyebrow and asked.

"It was... Auntie told Ning'er." Tao Caining placed her delicate hand on his arm.

Without thinking, Bei Chenyang brushed her hand away.

Yao Caining's face darkened slightly, her eyes filled with displeasure.

From the beginning, he had always been this aloof, never giving her a second glance.

"What are you doing here?" Bei Chenyang kept his distance, his tone icy.

He had no feelings for Yao Caining, neither before nor now.

Although his mother always tried to pair him with Yao Caining, he had never been moved. No matter how beautiful Yao Caining was, she couldn't compare to a gentle look from his Lan'er.

Sigh, he wondered if Lan'er had taken her medicine... His thoughts naturally returned to his wife.

"I want to take you back to Qingzhou City." Yao Caining frowned slightly, her expression reluctant.

But this had no effect on Bei Chenyang, only making him feel annoyed.

"I've said it before, if my mother doesn't truly accept Lan'er, I won't return to the manor on my own." He spoke with conviction.

"Brother Beichen!" Yao Caining rushed forward and grabbed his sleeve. "Is it worth being so disobedient and unfilial just for a woman? Aunt is so old, how can you bear to leave her alone in the manor—"

Before she could finish speaking, Hua Tilu came out and caused a scene.

"Oh, I can smell a foul odor from afar." She was always outspoken, her beautiful eyes coldly scrutinizing Yao Caining.

"Who are you?" Yao Caining bit her lip unhappily, glaring at Hua Tilu.

"I heard there's a vixen in this room," Hua Tilu stepped into the room without ceremony, giving her a sweet smile. "I'm here to drive away the vixen."

"Who are you calling a vixen?" Yao Caining, restrained by Beichen Yang's presence, could only feign grievance, her eyes welling up with tears. “Brother Beichen…”

“Miss Hua, please don’t interfere.” Beichen Yang coldly stared at Hua Tilu, telling her not to cause trouble.

“I said…” Hua Tilu walked to Yao Caining’s side with a smile. “If you walk the night road too often, you’ll always run into ghosts. You, just pray that no one knocks on your door in the middle of the night…”

“What, what do you mean by that?” Yao Caining frowned, her face turning ashen.

“You know what I’m saying.” Hua Tilu said with a smile, as if speaking in riddles. “Just be careful, remember to close the doors and windows tightly when you sleep at night, lest a flower thief steal your virginity…”

Yao Caining’s face turned pale and then red. “What nonsense are you talking about?”

“Hmph.” Hua Tilu glanced at Yao Caining and said again, “Do you really want to marry Beichen Yang?”

“Miss Hua!” Beichen Yang narrowed his eyes, not wanting Hua Tilu to escalate the situation.

“I’m telling you!” Hua Tilu pushed Beichen Yang away and approached Yao Caining. "Don't even think about it in this life or the next. They've not only reconciled, they even have a child!"

"How...how is that possible?" Yao Caining frowned, looking at him incredulously. "Why?"

"No reason." Hua Tilu felt incredibly happy and gracefully left the room. "Because you're not even worth a single hair of my manager Lan's!"

On this hot day, she had nowhere to vent her frustration, and just then, an uninvited guest arrived. Now she had a new toy.

Anyway, she was tired of playing with Bei Chenyang, so a change of pace wouldn't be bad.

Oh ho ho ho, daring to mess with someone from her Dragon and Phoenix Teahouse?

He's asking for death!

"Lan'er is pregnant now, so there's no way I can go back." Bei Chenyang glanced at Yao Caining.

"My mother has servants in the manor to take care of her, so please don't worry, Miss Yao."

After saying that, he turned and left without looking back, not staying a moment longer.

"Brother Beichen, if you don't want to go back, I'll stay in the teahouse and not leave!" Yao Caining called out behind him, undeterred.

Things had finally come to this point, and if she gave up, wouldn't she lose everything?

So she decided to stay and compete with Helan Yu for the man—

Chapter Ten

, taking a break, Helan Yu rested in the pavilion of the East Garden Teahouse.

She was now a pampered pregnant woman, treated with great courtesy by everyone in the teahouse. Even the dogs and cats dared not bark at her, as if afraid of frightening her and being punished by Hua Tilu.

As her belly grew larger, Hua Tilu naturally stopped assigning her work, leaving it all to her husband. She only needed to focus on giving birth.

That's why she was so relaxed today.

She could also guess who the girl who came to the Dragon and Phoenix Teahouse to see Bei Chenyang a few days ago was—it was almost certainly Yao Caining.

There was no need to confirm it with her own eyes; Bei Chenyang told her everything that very evening.

He had really changed; he would discuss things with her now… She smiled secretly, feeling a sweet warmth in her heart.

He Lanyu held a fragrant fan, gently waving it, enjoying the afternoon breeze and the fragrance of flowers.

At this moment, a slender figure appeared in front of her, walking gracefully.

She stood up and squinted—

it was Yao Caining.

Since Yao Caining came to the teahouse looking for someone, the two haven't officially met, because Hua Tilu forbade them from seeing each other.

Everyone understands that Yao Caining harbors deep hostility towards her, but He Lanyu is kind-hearted and doesn't feel any prejudice against the girl.

"Miss Yao," she greeted. "Would you like some tea?"

"Don't give me that." Yao Caining searched the entire teahouse before finally finding He Lanyu and asked bluntly, "What do you want from me to let go of Brother Beichen?"

He Lanyu was taken aback, and after a long while, she sighed softly.

"This matter wasn't my idea." She was good-tempered and well-mannered, and didn't get angry because of Yao Caining's arrogance, maintaining a gentle tone.

But Yao Caining wasn't so good-tempered. She stormed up the stone steps and entered the pavilion to face He Lanyu. "You're already his divorced wife, why are you still so shameless, staying by his side?"

"He didn't write that letter of divorce," He Lanyu explained. "I am still his wife."

Yao Caining bit her lip, her face filled with hatred. "Shameless woman! Do you know that if it weren't for you, I would be his wife today?"

He Lanyu paused for a moment, then slowly spoke. "Miss Yao...you like him..."

"Yes, I've liked him for a long time!" Yao Caining shouted. "What do you think I do every day at the Beichen Mansion? I'm just trying to curry favor with the old lady and get her to agree to my marriage with Beichen Yang. Who knew you would jump out and ruin my plans!"

He Lanyu was speechless and could only frown and look at Yao Caining. Before, she thought Yao Caining wasn't very interested in Beichen Yang, but it turned out that wasn't the case at all.

"If it weren't for you, I could be living happily ever after with Brother Beichen!" Yao Caining was so angry that she stepped forward to slap her, but unexpectedly, a small pebble hit the back of her hand hard.

She cried out in pain, and at the same time, Li Zhantie appeared from behind her, staring coldly at her.

"If you dare touch a hair on her head, your hand will be severed the next moment." He was ordered to guard He Lanyu's side, for no other reason than that Hua Tilu was afraid Yao Caining would secretly cause trouble for He Lanyu.

Yao Caining turned around and saw Li Zhantie's devilish face, trembling with fear.

She never expected that He Lanyu would be protected by everyone in this teahouse. Even though she was resentful, she couldn't vent her anger.

Bei Chenyang, whom she wanted most, had been snatched away by He Lanniu. At this moment, she wished she could kill this troublesome woman.

Li Zhantie stepped forward and glanced at her coldly. "Get out! You are not allowed to come within three steps of her again."

Yao Caining left in a disheveled state... feeling satisfied but resentful.

He Lanyu watched her departing figure and sighed helplessly.

"Did I hurt her?"

"Womanly compassion." Li Zhantie scoffed and sat down on the stone chair.

She smiled helplessly, sat back down on the stone chair, and poured him a cup of tea.

Faced with Yao Caining's heartbreak and resentment, she could only remain silent.

After all, she could compromise on anything, except for Bei Chenyang; she would never give him up again.

Yao Caining harbored murderous intent, thinking that if He Lanyu disappeared from the world, Bei Chenyang would no longer be so persistent in insisting on having her.

At that time, they could return to Qingzhou City together, and she could then seize the opportunity to replace He Lanyu in his heart.

In fact, half of the reason the old lady treated He Lanyu this way was her idea.

She deliberately invited the old lady to see that play, intentionally inducing her to use such methods to frame He Lanyu, and then found a famous calligrapher in Qingzhou City to forge a letter of divorce—a despicable act.

She was the one who found the person, and she was the one who devised the plan.

But she never expected that Bei Chenyang would spend even less time in Qingzhou City in the past two years, and it wouldn't be surprising if he didn't return home for a whole year.

This situation meant that the old lady had no chance to force him to remarry.

Two years had passed, and she was getting older. Her father was pressuring her to marry, but she only wanted to marry Bei Chenyang…

If she couldn't get Bei Chenyang to marry her this year, she would marry another wealthy young man.

But she didn't love that man and didn't want to marry him at all!

To achieve her wish, she had to resort to drastic measures.

She heard that the head chef prepared nourishing soups for He Lanyu every day, so she specially went to the pharmacy to get a prescription for an abortion and a dose of croton oil that would cause diarrhea for two days.

She sneaked into the kitchen during the busiest time at the teahouse.

Besides He Lanyu, whom she hated, she decided to frame that shrewish woman, Hua Tilu, as well, making the Dragon and Phoenix Teahouse chaotic and unsettled.

The kitchen was large, and everyone was focused on their work, seemingly unaware of her presence.

She casually walked to a pot, lifted the lid, and instantly a fragrant aroma filled the air.

After hurriedly pouring in the medicinal powder, she immediately ran away, thinking that she had done something completely unnoticed.

However, no sooner had she left than Hua Tilu and He Lanyu appeared.

"That damn Yao Caining, she even dared to mess with my teahouse!" Hua Tilu cursed under her breath, rushing angrily towards the kitchen.

As soon as they entered, they saw a tall man frowning, staring displeasedly at the pot of soup.

"Big Bear," Hua Tilu said, approaching him. "She just put poison in this soup."

"I'm not blind," the chef, called "Big Bear," replied, his face covered in a thick beard, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.

"Then what are you standing there for?" Although Hua Tilu wasn't usually very responsible, she still owned the teahouse, and if anything went wrong, she would have to take the blame.

Fortunately, she had the foresight to have people monitor the venomous woman's every move after Yao Caining arrived at the teahouse, uncovering her schemes perfectly.

Hmph, such childish tricks were beneath her notice!

"Damn it!" Xiong Ba angrily picked up the entire pot. "You woman, why didn't you let me stop her? You've wasted all the chicken soup I simmered all night!"

"So noisy!" Hua Tilu felt a headache coming on; every time this big bear spoke, it was like thunder, making her ears hurt. "I have my own ideas."

"Master Xiong, for the safety of our guest, the soup must be poured out." He Lanyu hurriedly helped him pour the soup into another pot.

"You pregnant woman, stop getting in the way and move aside." Xiong Ba had a sharp tongue but a soft heart, afraid that his clumsy hands might accidentally hurt her.

He Lanyu knew he meant well and smiled as she stepped aside.

"Wasting food, you'll be punished by heaven." Xiong Ba cursed under his breath, his entire night's hard work was being wasted bit by bit.

Hua Tilu ignored him and pulled He Lanyu out of the kitchen.

"Did you see that? This kind of woman is heartless, why are you still so soft-hearted?" Hua Tilu scolded.

"As a woman myself, I can understand the heartache of loving someone deeply but not getting a response." This was the only explanation He Lanyu could give.

"Love to the point of wanting your life? Pshaw!" Hua Tilu sneered coldly, she had heard and seen too many of these kinds of things. “Men are the root of all evil; when women are involved, they’re capable of anything.”

He Lanyu followed behind Hua Tilu, listening to the girl’s rambling.

“She’s the one who encouraged the old lady to do this, didn’t you know?”

“I know.” She answered softly. “Actually, I send a letter home to the old lady every two weeks… I plan to return to Qingzhou with my husband after the baby is born.”

Hua Tilu stopped and turned to glare at her. “You want to be ungrateful?”

To hell with it, who will manage her teahouse then?

“I’ll be back.” Seeing how angry the boss was, she quickly changed her mind.

“No way.” Hua Tilu snorted. “Tell that old hag to come to Fengtian City herself. No arguments allowed, that’s the decision.”

He Lanyu sighed again. She could never change the stubborn boss’s mind.

“Don’t worry, you’re from the Longfeng Teahouse, I’ll definitely avenge you.” Hua Tilu chuckled twice, already having an idea in mind.

He Lanyu was startled. "No... I'm not angry anymore."

"I don't care, I've made up my mind." Hua Tilu turned around again and swaggered forward.

Oh ho ho, she finally found a new toy, how could she not play with it properly?

Especially since it delivered itself to her doorstep.

Three days later, a major event occurred.

Early in the morning, a shrill cry shattered the tranquility.

He Lanyu, lying next to Bei Chenyang, was also awakened by the cry.

Bei Chenyang, of course, also woke up and quickly comforted his frightened wife.

"That voice, it sounds like Miss Yao..." She got out of bed uneasily and put on her coat.

Although Bei Chenyang didn't want to get involved, Yao Caining had a connection with the Bei Chen family, and he couldn't really sit idly by.

The couple stepped out of the room together and came to the side room from which the crying came from. A crowd had already gathered at the door to watch.

Bei Chenyang recognized the master of the Yao family at a glance. At this moment, he was dragging a woman who refused to get up from the ground—Yao Caining.

She cried uncontrollably, looking miserable and pathetic.

"What's wrong?" He Lanyu squeezed through the crowd, hurriedly asking the person next to her.

"How could I have given birth to such a shameless daughter?" Master Yao cursed. "Didn't you say you came to Qingzhou City for sightseeing? You've ended up sleeping next to a man!"

"I...I didn't..." Yao Caining shook her head and cried. "Last night...I was kidnapped, then he covered my nose, and then I lost consciousness."

He Lanyu frowned, feeling that this scene was somewhat familiar...

"The man lying next to you, how do you explain that?" Master Yao roared. "If someone hadn't secretly reported to the manor, I wouldn't have known what you were up to..."

"Someone deliberately framed me—" Yao Caining knelt on the ground, her emotions almost collapsing.

Upon seeing Bei Chenyang and He Lanyu, she crawled towards them on all fours, pleading, "Miss He, Brother Bei Chen, please speak up for me... I'm really not that kind of lewd girl..."

"Ouch!" Hua Tilu, munching on melon seeds, approached them, looking down at Yao Caining. "I say, Master Yao, isn't this obvious?"

Master Yao glared, his beard bristling. "What do you, an outsider, know?"

"I heard Miss Yao is to be betrothed to a wealthy young man from Qingzhou. She must not like him, which is why she left the Yao residence and came to Fengtian City to meet her lover. So how can Master Yao say she's shameless? They're just mutually in love!" Hmph, he wouldn't believe they couldn't bring down this wicked woman!

He Lanyu wanted to speak, but Bei Chenyang shook his head to stop him.

Anyone who had a problem with Hua Tilu would be in trouble tomorrow.

"Is that so?" Master Yao frowned, asking Yao Caining.

"No, no..."

"Oh dear, things have come to this point, stop being so stubborn." Hua Tilu smiled insincerely. "You've stayed at the Dragon and Phoenix Teahouse for so many days just to meet your lover!"

"I didn't—" Yao Caining denied.

But no one believed her. After all, she was standing on Hua Tilu's turf. If Hua Tilu said one thing, no one dared to say another.

"Master Yao, girls are just shy, and her lover is a penniless and powerless young man, of course she'd be afraid." What a silver-tongued Hua Tilu, she could make a beggar sound like a top scholar.

Yao Caining couldn't get a word in edgewise before Master Yao ordered his servants to restrain her.

"How will you face people in the future!" Master Yao felt utterly humiliated.

"Why don't you let them get married, Master Yao?" Hua Tilu pushed a thin man forward. "I think he may be poor, but he has some ambition, and his future is limitless."

"We'll talk about it when we get back to the manor." Master Yao frowned and waved his hand. "Boss Hua, only your teahouse knows about this. Could you please keep the news under wraps?"

"Of course, of course," Hua Tilu said with a smile like a tiger. "Listen up, everyone. You'd better keep your mouths shut today. Don't let this news get out. I'll reward you handsomely."

The implication was clear: anyone who gossiped outside would be richly rewarded.

After exchanging a few casual words with Bei Chenyang, Master Yao led his daughter away from the Dragon and Phoenix Teahouse.

He Lanyu then stepped forward and stopped Hua Tilu, asking, "Miss Hua, what did you do to Miss Yao?"

"Ha!" Hua Tilu was in a great mood and couldn't help but laugh. "I gave her a taste of her own medicine. What she did to you, I did to her. But I'm not that malicious. That man isn't some random cat or dog; he's a man in Qingzhou City who has a crush on her."

"But she doesn't like that man..."

"Why do you care? At least that man loves her," Hua Tilu sneered. "Alright, now no one will bully you anymore, and I've helped you get revenge."

He Lanyu was both amused and exasperated. Faced with Hua Tilu's unusual "pampering," she was genuinely a little apprehensive.

"It's still early, go back to sleep." Hua Tilu waved her hand, then, seeing Bei Chenyang approaching, left her to him and departed.

"What's wrong?" Bei Chenyang put his arm around his wife's waist and led her back to their room.

"This matter concerning Miss Yao... it's like what happened to me two years ago..." He Lanyu looked at him worriedly. "I feel it's unfair to Miss Yao..."

“There’s no such thing as fairness.” He looked at his beloved wife’s swollen belly. “When she tried to poison you, I wanted nothing more than to kill her.”

The two returned to the room, and Helan Yu looked up at him, sighing softly.

“Alas, when will this cycle of revenge

end?” “It’s alright, it’s all over here.” He closed the door and let her sit on the edge of the bed. “I will always be by your side from now on.”

She leaned against his chest and nodded gently.

“Husband.”

“Hmm?”

“Mother said that after the baby is born, she will come to Fengtian City to help me with my postpartum confinement.” She smiled gently.

“Then I must thank your mother properly.” He hugged her and stroked her belly.

“It’s your mother.” She winked at him.

“What?” He frowned, somewhat puzzled.

“Actually, when you decided to stay in Fengtian City, I sent a message to Mother.” She tilted her head, looking incredibly gentle.

“You…don’t hate my mother?” He asked in surprise, his hands trembling slightly.

She shook her head and placed her soft hand on his large palm. “She’s your mother, which makes her my mother too. How could I hate my own mother? Besides, she regrets it now. It’s so pitiful for her to be alone in this mansion without any relatives. So… I asked her if she could come to Fengtian City to help me with my postpartum confinement, and she agreed immediately.”

“My Lan’er…” Bei Chenyang hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones. “Why are you so kind…”

“Because I love my husband.” She chuckled softly.

“I love you too.” He kissed her lips.

Her beauty, it turned out, stemmed from her inner kindness—

how could he bear to part with such a woman?

“In the next life, let’s be husband and wife again!” He pulled away from her lips, took her hand, and said tenderly.

She pouted. “But… you can’t make me so sad again in the next life!”

“I promise.”

She happily nestled into his arms, absorbing his warmth.

They would be husband and wife again in the next life…

for all eternity… forever together.

Never to be separated.

[The End]

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