[The Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 2, Chapter 103)

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Chapter 103 Romantic Encounters

However, more than two quarters of an hour passed, and she still felt a lingering unease, unable to truly experience ecstasy. Looking at her hands covered in

white fluid, and seeing strands of translucent silk forming between her fingers, her mind gradually cleared. Unwilling to

continue , she got up to wash her hands, wiped her lower body, and then placed a clean cloth on top. She crumpled the cloth into a ball and stuffed it into her itchy area

to absorb the fluid. She straightened her robe and finally found a belt to tie.

She picked up a bronze mirror and looked at herself. Her face was flushed, her eyes were glazed, and bloodshot veins were visible. She sighed inwardly,

"Heavens —I look like a complete harlot!" When did she become like this? How strange! She had seen countless men;

what kind of handsome young men hadn't she seen? How could she be so pathetic in front of Wuyue? But this brat really

knew Even she was like this; what about the other women? No wonder the Rakshasa Fairy was also attracted to him…

She took a few deep breaths, and after her heartbeat calmed down a bit, she returned to room number four.

Wuyue remained seated in the chair, the spear already sheathed in his trousers, though she wondered if it was ready. She had no interest in dwelling

on the matter and changed the subject, engaging him in casual conversation.

She was witty and charming, her jokes full of allure; Wuyue was enthusiastic, lively, and quick-witted, quite talkative as well.

The two whispered intimately, face to face, laughing and chatting, finding themselves very compatible, as

if they had known each other for a long time. When their conversation became passionate, they couldn't help but embrace and kiss. She was enthusiastic about kissing, while Wuyue seemed to have a particular fondness for the large breasts of mature women,

often reaching out to grasp and knead them, playing with her large nipples…

She found it somewhat unbearable and couldn't help but spit out, "My godmother has had three children; her nipples have become so large and dark,

they're awful! They're nothing like the delicate nipples of a young girl, what's so fun about them?"

No matter what she said, she was repeatedly groped; Wuyue simply liked it, and she couldn't do anything about it, though she

always kept it to herself.

Zhen'er knocked and entered, asking where lunch was arranged. Li Junyi looked at Wuyue and asked in surprise, "Is it already

lunchtime ? How come it's so fast?"

It had been a long time since anyone had chatted with her so intimately. Wuyue's words were all to her liking, making her

very happy. She found his words both interesting and cultured, and she had so much to say to him, as if she could never

finish!

Wuyue, remembering the awkwardness of breakfast in the lobby, didn't want to go out for lunch. Li Junyi then instructed

Zhen'er to bring the food, and they ate in the room. After lunch, she didn't want to take a nap, so she pulled Wuyue to continue chatting and sipping tea, lost in conversation

, until dusk. Dinner was also eaten in the room with Wuyue.

After dark, the moonlight was beautiful. Seeing that Wuyue had been cooped up in the room all day and seemed a little bored, Li Junyi suggested accompanying

him to the back garden for a stroll.

As they walked down the stairs, they encountered Madam Bai Mei and the siblings returning from their outing. Lady Bai Mei, her face flushed like a peach blossom, resembled a young girl

in love . She frequently turned to gaze tenderly at the boy, walking hand-in-hand with him ahead, their expressions

unusually intimate. The girl followed behind them, followed by a large group of maids, servants, and men in grey.

Li Junyi nodded with a smile, and Lady Bai Mei took her hand, exchanging a flurry of pleasantries. The boy moved closer to Wu

Yue, calling her "sister" affectionately, making Wu Yue's skin crawl, but she could only nod

occasionally in response.

Seeing this, Lady Bai Mei's expression changed. She abruptly pulled the boy back to her side. The boy, still reluctant to leave,

turned to stare at Wu Yue. Enraged, she pinched his waist hard several times, making him wince and cry out, "

Auntie , don't pinch me there! I'm afraid I'll become useless!" Lady Bai Mei spat, "Even if I become useless, I'll still support you.

It's better than you going around philandering!"

Li Junyi found it amusing, then sighed inwardly. Looking at her amorous expression, she seemed quite fond of the young man,

not simply seeking physical pleasure. But how many good endings could there be between a middle-aged woman and a young man in a May-December romance? Amorous

women and heartless men—it's been that way since ancient times!

She glanced at Wuyue, secretly glad she'd made the right choice. Her relationship with him, like that of a foster mother and son, was

much . Their playful banter carried a hint of ambiguity, a thrilling, adventurous kind of affair, similar to a mother-son relationship

, yet without being chaotic. Passionate and romantic, yet without damaging her reputation—it wasn't bad!

The girl twisted the hem of her clothes somewhat boredly. Seeing Wuyue notice her, she smiled back, her face full of innocent charm

. Wuyue smiled and nodded gently at her, finding her quite adorable, though not as beautiful as Li'er.

The young girl stepped forward and said sweetly to Wuyue, "Sister, the weather is so nice today, didn't you go out for a stroll?"

Wuyue smiled and said, "I hate climbing mountains. If it weren't for waiting for someone, I wouldn't want to stay in this mountainous area. I really

envy your good mood, sister."

The young girl frowned slightly, probably because she thought the beautiful sister's voice wasn't very pleasant. After the two started talking, they actually got along

quite well. Li Junyi frowned. Wuyue was really fickle, acting like this whenever he saw a girl, and he really

had a way with women, even when he was dressed as a woman! She politely nodded goodbye to Madam Baimei and pulled Wuyue

towards the garden.

Madam Baimei pouted, "Look at her haughty appearance, she's just a gang leader's wife,

what can a nobody like her amount to?" Turning back, she saw that Xiao Mi was still craning his neck and staring at the beauty with

lingering , and she got angry. She grabbed his ear and dragged him upstairs.

Xiao Mi begged for mercy in pain. His sister quickly stood up for him, arguing, "That sister is beautiful, and there's nothing wrong

with your brother liking her!"

The inn in the small town was mostly frequented by traveling merchants. After a busy day, and the chaos caused by the Embroidered Robe Pavilion the previous night, they

probably had no leisure to come out and admire the moon. The garden was deserted, utterly silent. The moon hung in the eastern sky, its blue

light spilling like mercury, enveloping the garden in a hazy, ethereal glow.

Li Junyi sat down by the railing of the Plum Blossom Pavilion in the garden, looked up at the moon, and sighed, "The moon is so

round and , it looks so bright!"

Wu Yue chuckled, "Tonight it's only a waxing moon at most. The full moon was almost ten days ago. My godmother's eyes must be playing

tricks on her, haha!"

Li Junyi said coquettishly, "As long as you see it as a full moon in your heart, it is a full moon. Aren't you always

so romantic? Don't you understand this simple principle?"

Wu Yue smiled ingratiatingly, "Alright, alright! Tonight's moon is as round, as radiant, and as beautiful as your face

! I wonder if wearing a few flowers would make you even more beautiful?"

At this moment, the plum blossoms in the garden were fading, and the plum blossoms were just about to bloom. He picked a few bright red plum blossoms.

A flower was pinned to her long, dark hair, one on her forehead, one on the fashionable "fallen horse" bun worn by noble ladies at the time,

and one at each temple. She couldn't help but clap her hands and exclaim, "What a beautiful woman! She truly evokes pity!"

She sighed, "These flowers, though beautiful, will eventually wither." The fading beauty of her youth,

the , filled her with sorrow.

Wu Yue gazed at her intently, "No matter how much time passes, you will always be the greatest beauty in my heart!"

Li Junyi felt greatly pleased, but spat out, "I wonder how many women you've said such things to!"

Wu Yue smiled silently, took out a jade flute from his robes, and stood beside the flowering tree, playing a mournful tune. The melody

was sometimes like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, sometimes low and gentle like the sorrow of a woman in her boudoir.

Li Junyi stared at him blankly, a moment of daze washing over her, and a thin mist gradually clouded her bright eyes.

Years ago, on countless moonlit nights, she often sat quietly in the garden behind the embroidered tower,

her hands supporting her chin as she gazed at the moon, lost in thought. Back then, she knew nothing of love, yet she was filled with curiosity and longing, anticipating,

or rather, speculating, her future.

He, at the very least, should be a handsome young man, eloquent and refined, able to stroll with her under the moon,

composing poems amidst flowers and moonlight, accompanying her to travel the world's famous mountains and rivers. She could confide her troubles

to him, freely whining and even throwing tantrums. She believed love should be like this.

Until one day, a tall and handsome young man appeared before her. Born into

a martial arts had already distinguished himself in the martial arts world with his exceptional skills, standing out among the younger generation with his drive and

ambition. As a fellow martial arts family, the elders of Li Family Fort valued martial arts more than literary talent, and thus, this

outstanding young man became a guest of honor in her home.

Although he differed slightly from her ideal lover, as a traditional young lady from a prominent martial arts family, she respected

her parents ' wishes and fell in love with him. Her parents were right; Yan Lang was ambitious and

resourceful, transforming a small, secluded gang in Junshan into a

super sect monopolizing the canal transport in the Jianghuai region in just five or six years, amassing immense wealth!

He fulfilled all his promises to her, providing her with a life of comfort, peace

, and the children she desired most—except, of course, her most longed-for son. Aside from the initial passionate years of their

shared struggle, as the matriarch of the Yan family, her daily life gradually became monotonous: supporting her husband,

raising their children, and managing their lives—this was her entire life.

Later, he had an affair with her adopted daughter, Yan Hong. This angered her; she was jealous; and she tried every means

to win back her husband and defend her love! Regardless, Yanlang had always treated her well, even after he

had Yanhong. Yet, their relationship was always more about affection than passion. Yanlang seemed

to have completely lost interest in their intimate moments, while her interest seemed to grow daily. She was ashamed to actively pursue and win over her husband.

But what exactly is love? She remembered reading in a book that love between a man and a woman is like a flame that must burn

once , radiant and magnificent! She wondered why she had never felt this way,

including the love she so desperately wanted…

In this hazy garden before her, two figures seemed to be walking towards her simultaneously, sometimes separating, sometimes

merging into one. She stared intently, wide-eyed. Wasn't that Yanlang? Yes, he looked just like that back then—

handsome, extraordinary, and untamed. Perhaps every woman in the world longed to lean against such a broad chest and

receive his protection?

And who was the other figure? The fragrance of the entire garden paled in comparison to his unparalleled radiance. Oh,

if he were dressed as a man, wouldn't he be a stunningly handsome young man?

If this were still the same garden from years ago, and she were still that blossoming young girl, who would she choose?

She suddenly realized that there was a fire within her, it just hadn't been ignited before!

She had a stable family, and her three daughters were all grown up. Recalling her girlhood, though full of dreams,

she knew nothing of romance or love. Now, in middle age, she had a profound understanding of this, and could try

things she had never done before. Her exterior was cold, her gaze on the world somewhat indifferent,

and she seemed detached from many things. But only now did she realize that a raging fire burned within her!

Her body, her chastity, belonged to Yan Lang. The Li family precepts she had received since childhood had mentally

bound a chastity belt; her private garden would never allow any other man to intrude. However, the love deep within her

heart did not belong to her alone; it was not her private property to be freely disposed of. Her love

belonged to Wuyue.

Before truly understanding her own heart, she had already sworn motherhood with Wuyue. This adorable child stirred

a deep maternal love within her, and she had tried to use this as a reason to prevent herself from falling in love. Yet, this mother-son

relationship, mixed with maternal love, seemed to possess an incredibly powerful magic, repeatedly arousing her desires, uncontrollable, and repeatedly leading her

to the brink of collapse.

A close friend once confided in her that nearly 70% of middle-aged women no longer had love for their husbands, and these

women generally experienced emotional helplessness. Middle-aged women are at the most passionate time of their lives, and it is only when they

have no one to confide in that they feel helpless, because their husbands often have multiple wives and concubines, and have no time or inclination to

listen to their wives' heartfelt words.

Wasn't she the same? She too was experiencing this helplessness, having gone through the hardships of life,

gained a certain amount of experience and wisdom, her face radiating a sense of romance, and her eyes sparkling with a captivating charm. That's why she especially loved

to sit down and talk with Wuyue, their conversations flowing endlessly. This understanding young man not only stayed by her side but also showed her

great care and consideration, which warmed her heart. Wasn't this exactly what she needed and longed for most?

She had entered middle age, losing the shyness, recklessness, and impulsiveness of youth, gaining instead a gentler,

more considerate magnanimous demeanor. The trials and tribulations of time had given her a maturity and composure like autumn. This

mature beauty was reflected in her thoughts, her family life, and her rich emotional world…

Although she had lost her former beauty, as Wuyue said, another kind of charm had quietly arrived. She understood

life, understood emotions, and best understood and experienced the true meaning of love. She used wisdom to interpret the meaning of love, and her

love for Wuyue displayed a mature elegance in every way. Perhaps this was one of the reasons why Wuyue was captivated by her? At least his…

The praise was heartfelt; she could tell

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