[Stealing Someone for Love] [Author: Unknown] [Chapters 1-10] [The End]

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Prologue:
In ancient Taiwan, a momentous event occurred in the Keelung area one day: the sole heir of the Lin family, the wealthiest family in the region, was to marry Bai Qianqian, the daughter of the richest man in Jiangnan.
Rumor had it that the Bai family's daughter was a well-educated, virtuous, and refined young lady, while the Lin family's eldest son was a handsome and dashing young man, charming and debonair, but also rife with scandals.
How to tame this playboy and win over the Bai family's daughter was the most important matter, a topic of heated discussion among the locals.
However, everyone was actually quite worried for the Lin family's young mistress, whom they had never met, as the eldest son's cold, ruthless, and self-centered nature was well-known and undeniable.
Just as the Lin family was filled with joy and everyone was busy preparing, a woman of about forty years old was seen looking around.
"Xiao Ke! Xiao Ke...where are you?"
"Yun Niang, did you call me?" A woman in red, in her early twenties, hurriedly approached and responded.
"Xiao Ke, where is the young master?"
"Young master? I just saw him...could he have gone to the back garden?" Xiao Ke had never been very clear about her young master's whereabouts. Even when he wasn't busy with official business, she didn't know where he was. This was because the Lin family mansion occupied a vast area, and the Lin family ancestors had originally thought they would have many children and grandchildren, but unexpectedly, it was all a single line of heirs.
"The bride's procession is almost here. Why isn't he getting ready? What is he busy with?" Yun Niang asked anxiously.
"I don't know!" Xiao Ke answered honestly; she really didn't know.
"Go find him quickly! Don't miss the auspicious time!" Yun Niang hurriedly instructed.
"Yes!" As soon as she finished speaking, Xiao Ke immediately went to find the missing groom...? ? ? ? ? Chapter One:
The Lin family's vast back garden was a riot of color in all seasons, with flowers swaying gracefully in the breeze. In the center of the garden was a large artificial lake, in which stood a small, exquisite pavilion.
At this moment, from the artificial cave beside the pavilion came the moans and groans of a woman, her wanton cries making one forget the cold and feel a surge of heat.
The girl embracing the man appeared to be no more than twenty years old, yet she possessed a bewitching face, a curvaceous body, and soft, irresistible skin.
She raised her snow-white legs high, hooking them around the man's strong waist. With the man's vigorous thrusts, her full breasts swayed constantly, arousing countless fantasies.
"Ah... Master... harder... so good..." The girl's soft voice continuously encouraged the man.
The man had a strong, bronze-colored body; his healthy complexion gleamed with sweat, making him look like a god. His large hands kneaded the girl's breasts vigorously, while his lower body thrashed and thrust like a frenzied beast, eliciting continuous moans from the girl.
"Ah...no...don't stop..." Amidst cries of ecstasy, she could only cling tightly to the man's neck, trying her best to meet the pleasure brought by his thrusts. "Oh God...I'm going to die...Master..."
The man's veined arms gripped the girl's round buttocks tightly, and with each thrust, she let out a soul-stirring cry.
"Ah...Master...I want...I..." The girl arched her body, her cries intermittent, as hot, moist fluid slowly flowed from her body, pushing her to the brink of ecstasy... The man trembled as well, but did not release inside her. He withdrew his erect penis and ejaculated his white honey onto her white belly... The girl understood that he still did not intend for her to bear his child. From the very beginning of their relationship, he had never left a seed inside her.
"Master, you're so naughty! You're going to be a groom today, and you're still stealing my kiss. Be careful your bride doesn't find out, she won't be polite to you!" Mingxiang said to the man on top of her, her jade-like hands teasingly drawing circles on his back.
Lin Junyue looked up. If Mingxiang didn't know that he was always expressionless, she would have thought he was angry. However, she had never seen him show any extreme joy or anger. Every time he came to see her, he would unleash his desires on her like a ravenous beast, which gave her immense satisfaction. Plus, he was handsome and the richest man in the country; following him meant she would never have to worry about food or drink for the rest of her life.
But today, he was being quite wicked, dragging her, who had come to attend his wedding, to this back garden and engaging in inappropriate behavior without explanation. She didn't mind at all; on the contrary, she was quite pleased, because countless women wanted to catch the eye of Young Master Lin, at least the girls at Zhaoyang Tower did.
"I heard that Master hasn't even seen the bride yet. Aren't you worried that the bride is ugly?" Mingxiang deliberately spoke ill of the bride in his ear. Of course she was worried. If Master was satisfied with the bride, it would mean she would be abandoned, and that wouldn't do.
She was self-aware enough to know that, given her background in the brothel, she didn't expect such a wealthy family to marry her as their first wife. However, given her diligent service to Lin Junyue lately, perhaps she could become his second wife.
"Master, you're getting married soon, what should I do?" she asked coquettishly.
"Go back to Zhaoyang Tower in a moment. I've already sent someone to redeem you." Junyue stood up, slowly putting on his clothes without looking up, and said this.
"Really?" Mingxiang said with great joy, "Then when can I enter the manor?"
"You don't need to enter the manor. Anyway, you're free now. You can roam the world as you please." After saying this, he prepared to leave, showing no sign of reluctance.
"Master!" Mingxiang rushed forward and hugged him tightly, pitifully saying, "Master, don't you want me anymore?"
Junyue turned his head and gently kissed her tear-streaked face. Though his actions were gentle, his words were chilling. "As you said, I am now a married man and must cherish my wife. I can no longer philander."
"So..." Mingxiang's lips trembled.
"So I hope we can part amicably." With that, he coldly turned and walked away.
Mingxiang stood there, stunned, the sounds of the wedding procession's drums and gongs filling the air.
A clean break... This man is terrifyingly heartless...
********** ... Lin Junyue, the eldest son of the Lin family. She remembered when she was only seven, she followed her mother to her maternal grandmother's house, but accidentally got lost and fell into a pit. Qianqian's thoughts drifted back to that terrifying experience—oh no… she was about to perish in that little pit… she would never see her beloved father and mother again… Just as Qianqian was crying until she was dizzy, she suddenly felt a pair of thin but strong arms pull her out of the pit and then hold her. Who was it?! “You…” She thought her voice was loud, but to others it sounded like a kitten meowing. “Don’t speak, you’re too weak.” A young, pleasant boy’s voice came from above her. Qianqian tried desperately to open her eyes, but she couldn’t. She could only feel herself being held like this, so warm and safe. Her small head gently rested on his chest, letting him carry her. Yes, she was so weak, cold and hungry. She had never been so wretched, pitiful and weak before. And because she felt so vulnerable, she could feel even more how strong and safe the owner of this arm was.

She clung to his neck like a drowning person, and even when she felt him about to put her down, she still resisted.
"Don't leave me..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Don't worry, I'll go find someone and be right back." After he finished speaking, Qianqian felt him place a reassuring kiss on her cheek, and then heard him say so gently, so tenderly, "I promise you'll be absolutely safe with me here."
I believe you! I believe you! Qianqian screamed inwardly. She wanted to say the same to him, but she just kept crying, holding his hand tightly, not letting him go.
"I'm scared..."
Suddenly, he gently wiped away her anxious tears with his handkerchief. "Okay, then I won't leave. I'll stay with you. Don't cry."
She nodded vigorously, desperately squeezing her cold, icy body into his warm embrace. She desperately wanted to open her eyes to see him, to see him clearly, but for some reason, she couldn't open them. And because of this, she absolutely refused to let her savior leave her.
Her tiny hands clung tightly to him, foreshadowing her future destiny… She didn't know how long she'd slept when Qianqian suddenly woke with a start, “Ah!”
“You're awake! You're awake!” an excited male voice exclaimed.
Just as she was terrified, a boy with a sunny smile appeared before her, bringing a sense of peace to her previously anxious heart.
“You're still here?!” She finally recognized him.
“Don't cry anymore, and don't rub your eyes. You touched a poisonous plant and then rubbed your eyes, which is why you can't open them. Luckily, I licked your eyes with my saliva…”
“You licked my eyes with your saliva?!” At such a young age, it was hard to imagine what kind of thought came from such an action, yet it warmed Qianqian's heart. “Isn't that dirty?” She wouldn't have noticed when she was clean, but now she was covered in filth, looking like a stray dog that had rolled in the mud. If her mother saw her like this, she would surely faint.
Dirty?! Lin Junri smiled, thinking that his cousin had found this "mud princess" somewhere, and it was no wonder that his cousin, who usually had a bad attitude towards little girls, would lick her eyes without caring about the dirt.
Although her big eyes were still red and swollen like walnuts, he could imagine that poisoned eyes must be even more terrible. If he didn't like her very much, knowing his cousin as he did, he would have abandoned her by the roadside long ago. Why would he personally carry her for such a long distance, lick her poisoned eyes, and now volunteer to find her some delicious fruit, saying that he was afraid she would cry again and needed to prepare some good fruit to coax her?
Junri thought to himself, his little devil cousin had finally met a cute girl he liked and wanted to please. Let's see if he will still say that girls are annoying in the future.
"Little sister, why are you here all alone?" Junri asked curiously.
"I... got lost," she said pitifully, her big eyes filled with adorable tears, making her even more charming.
"Really? That's terrible." The gentle voice, like a spring breeze, immediately captured the heart of a young girl.
Although Qianqian had doubted that the older brother's voice seemed different from what she remembered, he was the only one beside her, and he was so kind and gentle to her, so she simply assumed she was dazed from falling into the hole and couldn't quite make out the difference in his voice.
"Then I'll take you to your parents," Junri said.
"Okay," she nodded obediently.
As Junri tried to pick her up, Qianqian whispered but clearly, "Thank you, I...I..."
"Let her go!"
Another, younger boy's voice interrupted this beautiful moment.
Qianqian's gaze fell on the boy who had spoken. He was dressed as a hunter, seemingly playing a hunter's game with the older brother she had fallen for at first sight. She knew this because her brothers also played such barbaric games.
"Cousin..." Junri looked at Junyue, whose expression was unfriendly.
Junyue rushed forward and pulled the two apart, his handsome face inexplicably angry, startling even Junri.
They didn't know that Junyue was jealous because she saw the two of them hugging.
"Who are you?" Qianqian asked softly.
"You ask me who I am?" Junyue's tone was incredulous. She didn't even know who he was?
Qianqian thought he was terrifying! Although he was... frankly, more handsome than her Prince Charming, a small voice inside her warned her not to get too close to this rude little boy. She instinctively hid behind the older boy, her big eyes filled with resistance as she stared at him.
"Cousin, ignore her! If she doesn't even know who I am, why bother with this unknown, dirty person? Even stray dogs on the street are cleaner than her! When it's time, she'll go home herself!" Junyue yelled impatiently at Qianqian. She didn't even recognize her savior! How ungrateful! He had even picked so many delicious fruits for her... Seeing the fruits in his arms, in a fit of anger, he simply threw them one by one at her feet.
"Ah!" Qianqian quickly dodged and weaved, several fruits hitting the ground and bouncing back to touch her. Ouch! "You...you...you're a bad person..." She tightly gripped her older brother Junri's sleeve, afraid he would really listen to this little rascal and abandon her.
Junri picked her up and said to his cousin, "Cousin, don't do this. She's hurt, and you're still bullying her like this. Let's take her home first!" After saying that, he carried her and walked towards home.
Junyue, standing there, angrily threw all the fruits in his hand to the ground. "I knew little girls were the worst!"
he said hatefully.
Actually, Junyue didn't hate Qianqian, he was just angry that she had changed after waking up, clinging to Junri but hating him. He thought: Doesn't she know that he was the one who saved her?
Later, Qianqian received excellent care at the Lin family mansion. When her mother came to pick her up, her impression of Junri, the young master of the Lin family, was perfect.
However, she didn't know that Junri was merely a guest at the Lin residence; he wasn't the eldest son of the Lin family, and no one had told her. Therefore, she mistakenly believed her savior was the eldest son of the Lin family.
Before parting, she secretly asked Junri, "Big brother, may I ask your name?"
Junri smiled and wrote "Lin Junri" on his jade fan. However, because the ink wasn't dry, the ink on the character "日" (sun) dripped down and turned into "月" (moon), thus causing their future mismatched marriage.
From then on, Junri's sunny smile constantly appeared in her young heart, and occasionally another incredibly handsome boy's face would also appear… No! Thinking of that face again, Qianqian shook her head vigorously, trying to banish it from her mind.
How strange… why did she want to think of that annoying guy? No, no! Besides, she had already achieved her wish; she had finally married her dream lover.
So now she just had to wait patiently for her ideal husband, wait to see that warm, sunny smile again, and then the two of them could live happily ever after… “Bang!”
A sudden kicking sound startled her.
“Master! Be careful!”
The servants helped the drunken groom into the house.
“I’m not drunk…you can all leave.”
“But we still have to make a ruckus in the bridal chamber! We want to see the bride!”
The crowd’s voices continued to clamor.
Hearing the commotion, Qianqian thought her gentle husband wouldn't actually let them make a ruckus in the bridal chamber. But then—"Alright! Today's a happy day anyway, let's all join in!"
What?!
Before Qianqian could even process her husband's words, her red veil was ripped off. She looked around at the curious onlookers in a panic, while the guests were even more captivated by her beauty.
"Wow! The bride is so cute!"
"Yeah! Her skin is so white, like jade, so beautiful!"
Amidst the praise, Qianqian looked up at her husband, only to find herself meeting a pair of dark eyes that shimmered with a captivating, almost sinister light.
She had finally seen him. After ten years, he had become even more handsome, so incredibly handsome that she had a strange feeling, as if she were seeing another, annoying young man.
Another… She jolted. Could it be?
"You..."
She was about to speak when the people around her cheered again, "Kiss the bride! Kiss her already!"
The handsome man smiled breathtakingly, his deep, magnetic voice saying, "What's the problem!"
"Wait!" Qianqian tried to stop him, but his hands grabbed her arms, the heat of his palms seeping into her red wedding dress. She was startled, her heart pounding wildly. She tried to pull away, but he held on even tighter.
"My bride, you don't want to disappoint everyone, do you?" His voice was soft and gentle, but to Qianqian it was like the coldest spell in winter.
"Are you Lin Junyue?" she asked, her voice trembling so that only the two of them could hear.
"Of course!" Junyue said matter-of-factly.
"No! You're not..." She tried to struggle, but he easily overcame her resistance, lowering his head to kiss her domineeringly.
This kiss was her first, so wild and intense, completely different from the gentle kiss she had imagined. Besides a dizzying, disorienting feeling, there was nothing else.
She didn't even know when he ended the kiss, nor when he chased the crowd of onlookers out of the bridal chamber. All she knew was that she had married the wrong person.
Good heavens! Married the wrong person! This wasn't like buying the wrong vegetables; it concerned her future happiness!
"Please listen to me..."
When only the two of them remained in the bridal chamber, Qianqian realized how critical her situation was. She hurriedly took out her treasured jade fan, opened it, and pointed to the ink characters on it.
"Is this your name?"
"Of course, otherwise, would there be another Lin Junyue?" Junyue sat at the round table, pouring wine for them, preparing to drink the nuptial wine.
"But...but..."
"But the person you married isn't the one you think, right?" He placed the wine cup in her small hand, and while she stared in disbelief, he took her hand and drank the nuptial wine himself.
So he knew about this mistake too? "Then why didn't you stop it…" She had barely opened her mouth when he forced a drink down her throat. The hot liquid slowly flowed down her throat, and she coughed uncomfortably a few times.
"Be careful. If anything happens to you, your husband will be heartbroken." He gently patted her back.
"You know everything! Don't you?" she questioned, her eyes wide. "You know I… you…"
"You want to ask me why I didn't correct you, why I didn't stop it?" He took another sip of wine.
"Someone…" Qianqian suddenly rushed towards the door, trying to escape from the bridal chamber, but he was faster and grabbed her.
"You want to escape? Why?"
Why? He actually asked her why? Oh God!
"Because… because… I have to… escape…" Yes! She had to escape, otherwise, would she really have to stay and consummate her marriage with him? No! Absolutely not!
Oh God! At this moment, she wished she had promised her mother that Granny Ding would come with her as part of her dowry. If she hadn't been soft-hearted and objected because she was worried that the old woman would have a hard time crossing the ocean, at least she wouldn't be so isolated and helpless now.
But she had been so confident back then, believing she could be happy and make this place her home. Who knew… she was wrong! Now, she was beyond tears.
Jun Yue stared intently at her, his eyes like bottomless pools, dark and deep, gleaming with a sinister light.
“You think you can back out after marrying me and have another wedding to marry your dream lover, is that it?” He sneered, his fingers wickedly caressing her pink lips. “Aren’t you being too naive?”
“Let me go! I can return all the betrothal money, and if that’s not enough, I can give you my dowry… I just beg you to let me go home…” Qianqian pleaded.
“You think I lack money? You’re wrong! The last thing I need is money. On the contrary, I’m very satisfied with you. You’re just my type, so tonight you can’t go anywhere but stay in my bed.”
“What?!” She paled, her hands pressing against his chest, desperately trying to push him away. "No! My body is only for my husband to touch, don't even think about it! Don't even think about it!"
"We've already had our wedding ceremony, I am your husband." His tone was casual, as if he considered her insistence on chastity childish, yet he couldn't help but feel a slight longing for her innocence. No! It was a very strong longing; he had to possess her, to have her, to finally relieve the pain of ten years of unrequited love. "Don't be afraid of me, I will love you well."
This time, Qianqian recognized him. "No! Didn't you hate me back then? Since you hated me, then let me go..." Halfway through her sentence, he grabbed her delicate chin, forcing her to raise her head again.
"To be honest, I'm quite surprised that the silly little girl on the sidelines back then has become such a beautiful and delicate flower, and she smells so good." He took a deep breath of her fragrance, feeling as if he could be intoxicated by this sweet temptation.
A blush quickly spread across her face. "Stop talking nonsense!"
"I'm not talking nonsense, but you still got lost..."
"Hey! Everyone can get lost, okay? Don't tell me you've never been lost!" She hated being called silly; it was just an excuse for men to look down on women.
"I really haven't been lost!" His memory was excellent; he could remember people, things, and events vividly, let alone roads.
"You..." She was almost speechless with anger.
"So, the person you wanted to marry was my cousin?" He suddenly blurted out, bringing the topic back.
So that person was his cousin! Qianqian realized she had mistaken him for someone else.
"His name is only one character different from mine. He's Jun Ri, and I'm Jun Yue. It's easy to mistake them based on their names, but it also proves one thing."
"What thing?" Qianqian's eyes widened...
Chapter Two:
Jun Yue grabbed Qianqian's chin, slowly moved it down, and then placed his hand on her full breasts, kneading them wickedly.
"This proves that even God thinks you belong to me!"
"No!"
Ignoring her struggles, he picked her up and threw her onto the bed.
"What? Trying to defy your husband?"
She struggled to get up, but he pinned her down with his body, his large hands deliberately kneading her breasts forcefully through her clothes.
"Stop! No..." She struggled, tears streaming down her face.
But she didn't realize that her tears and her struggles were nothing short of aphrodisiacs for a man who was already quite drunk.
He eagerly pulled her soft, boneless body into his arms.
Qianqian was both anxious and frightened, struggling desperately, but she was no match for the man before her. After a struggle, all she managed was a flushed red face.
"Let me go!"
Junyue looked at the petite, adorable, and charming woman in his arms. Her beautiful face was flushed with a captivating blush, and her delicate, shy, and pitiful appearance stirred his desire. Letting her go was tantamount to
asking for his life. "No, please..." Qianqian pleaded tremblingly, because his large hands touching her gave her an indescribable, strange feeling that filled her with fear and unease.
He reached out and pressed his hand against her beautiful breasts, encased in her wedding dress. He felt their soft warmth; a gentle squeeze and a light touch revealed the delicate, sensitive nipples protruding against the fabric.
"No! I hate it..." Qianqian forced herself to remain calm, but ultimately couldn't help gasping, feeling a surge of intense pleasure rising from her chest.
"You hate it? No, no, no! My little wife, you'll love it soon enough, I promise."
His voice was hoarse and filled with desire, his lust rising from his lower abdomen. He wanted her. He
had never forgotten how much he longed for her. Now she was before him, in his arms, and he couldn't let this long-awaited moment pass him by.
Qianqian was both ashamed and anxious. Never before had a man touched her like this. Even through the soft fabric, she felt incredibly sensitive, as if she were lying naked in his arms.
Yuqian struggled but could only plead, but he was already consumed by lust. How could he let go of such a beautiful and innocent virgin? Besides, it was his wedding night, and the woman in his arms was the bride he had carried across the sea in a sedan chair carried by eight men. He had no reason to stop.
"Don't worry, people say brides are always nervous on their wedding night, but you don't need to be too afraid, I'll be very gentle," he said, patiently and gently caressing Qianqian's fair skin.
"No..." she cried, but she couldn't stop his restless hands from her body.
Her delicate and innocent body trembled and softened under his caresses. Qianqian blushed, her young heart filled with shame and fear, and she didn't understand why her body was reacting like this.
"My wife, tonight I will cherish you," he murmured in her ear, his hot breath brushing against her face, making it impossible for her to resist his tenderness.
Qianqian's heart was in turmoil. She was lost in an intense, unprecedented physical pleasure, unaware that her wedding dress had been removed and tossed to the floor. Her
equally festive little bodice accentuated her snow-white skin. He looked down into her tear-filled eyes; her petite frame made her look like a fragile white jade doll.
Junyue reached out and caressed her alabaster-white face, then moved down, greedily enjoying the softness in his palm until he reached her alluring curves. He then unceremoniously covered them, kneading them with just the right amount of force.
"No..." Her protests were silenced by his domineering lips. She tried to close her mouth, but his hot tongue slowly licked her lips, enticing her to open them and enter her mouth.
A dizzying sensation made it hard for him to breathe, his whole body burning like fire. He was drunk, but even in his drunkenness, he knew the woman in his arms was different from any woman he had ever been with before. This was the one he truly loved, the most precious, the one he had waited ten years for. He would be passionate, perhaps even a little forceful, because she clearly didn't want to accept her fate, thinking that after stepping into his house, into his room, and into his arms, she could still change her mind.
No going back! Tonight, he was determined to make their wedding night a done deal, to seal the deal.
"I...I can't breathe..." She wasn't lying; she really was struggling to breathe.
He still wanted to kiss her fiercely, but seeing her panting, he felt a pang of pity, deciding there would be plenty of opportunities to kiss her properly later. So he slowly slid his burning lips down.
"Wait! What do you want to do...ah!"
She knew what he wanted to do. His lips found the small, already protruding nipple on her bodice, and then, through the soft fabric, he sucked hard.
His other hand wasn't idle either, grasping another soft spot and kneading it with rhythms that were sometimes gentle, sometimes violent.
The intense pleasure was so unfamiliar and terrifying, yet unstoppable, almost making her faint. "Ah...please...don't touch me anymore...I feel so uncomfortable..." Her tender red lips pleaded, but it had no effect; instead, it only fueled the man's lust.
His reason had long been catalyzed by alcohol into a raging fire of desire. At this moment, he was no longer a man who cherished women, but a lustful beast craving possession and plunder.
He ripped off the thin fabric between them, and with Qianqian's scream, the poor little bodice was reduced to shreds, scattered on the floor beside the bride's dress.
"Don't do this..." She shyly reached out to cover her exposed breasts, but he pulled them away.
"No..."
The round, full, and luscious breasts of the young girl were now presented before his eyes, the two small nipples trembling in the cold air.
He roughly ripped off the rest of her clothes, gradually revealing her long, white legs. Soon, even her socks were tossed aside, revealing her delicate, snow-white feet, her ten toes like exquisitely carved white jade, looking petite and adorable.
"No…please…" Qianqian pushed him away forcefully, desperately shrinking into the corner of the bed.
Seeing her so petite and sweet, Junyue could no longer suppress the intense desire within him.
The next instant, he pounced on her like a wolf pouncing on a sheep. She tried to stop him but couldn't; he grabbed her and dragged her onto the bed.
"No…let me go…" Her struggles only aroused him further.
He impatiently reached out and grasped her small, full breasts with his large hands, kneading them with a force that made one want to scream. His hot lips hungrily sucked and licked her erect nipples.
"Ah...no..." This time, without the barrier of clothing, the intense and trembling sensation made her involuntarily moan, her slender hands gripping his strong shoulders tightly.
She weakly tried to push him away, but the pleasurable sensation from her chest prevented her.
"Let me go...please..." Her snow-white body writhed, her fair skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat, its color flushed a captivating pink from his stimulation.
Strong hands pinned her delicate body down, and despite her reluctance, she couldn't stop the man burning with desire from leaving his marks on her body with his lips.
At this point, could she still deceive herself? Her body had already been kissed and touched like this; even if she hadn't been possessed, what difference did it make? She could only ever be touched by one man in her life. Qianqian, tears welling in her eyes, closed them tightly, letting Jun Yue do as he pleased.
Feeling her body relax, Junyue knew she had given up resisting. This excited him even more, and he greedily sucked on her nipples, teasing her until she gasped softly.
"Ah... um..." Qianqian knew she shouldn't make such lewd noises, but she couldn't control herself. It was as if without making these noises, the pent-up frustration within her couldn't be fully released.
"Yes, that's it. Let it out, let it out if it feels good." His hot breath continued to spray onto her chest, causing her body to tremble again.
Her pair of delicate, snow-white hands, like alabaster, gradually forgot to struggle. Her long, fair fingers changed from pushing to grasping, tightly holding the light, teasing hand on her chest, neither moving nor resisting.
Junyue felt the delicate body in his arms gradually relax, and he gently yet eagerly explored everything with his hands. His large hand caressed her lower abdomen, touching her tender, smooth, soft, and warm skin. He gently stroked her slender waist, gradually moving down over a soft patch of grass, his slender fingers pressing firmly against the young woman's soft, hot, mysterious, and alluring mounds.
When his hot, slender fingers pressed directly against Qianqian's petals, which were already even more moist from nervousness, her heart pounded as if it would leap out of her throat.
Junyue's caresses on Qianqian's body had already made the pure young girl intoxicated. When his large hand moved down and touched her lower body, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her soft body trembling with tension.
"Ah..."
When she realized that her soft moan betrayed her desire, her face flushed, and she wished there was a hole she could crawl into.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" How could he not see her passionate reaction? But what surprised him even more was that her shy reaction ignited an unprecedented lust within him, almost burning him alive. Luckily, he managed to restrain himself in time, or he would have lost his temper.
"If this feels good, then you'll be crying from pleasure in a bit, won't you?" he said wickedly, making her both angry and resentful.
"Let me go..." She began to struggle again, thinking that even if it felt good, she couldn't continue to enjoy it, letting this arrogant man mock and humiliate her like this.
"Do you think I'll let you go now?" A wicked smile appeared on his handsome face, his large hands kneading her wet petals even harder, making her writhe even more violently.
"Ah...no..." Qianqian suddenly trembled, her delicate face tilted back, her eyes tightly closed, a soft moan escaping from her red lips.
Junyue explored the secret garden with even greater desire, more crystal-clear love juice flowing out with each caress.
"Ah... um... no... please..." Qianqian gasped repeatedly, the intense stimulation making the girl both pleasured and nervous. Her small, snow-white hands nervously gripped the restless large hand between her legs, but she didn't strongly resist.
Junyue teased the pure and lovely woman in his arms, not only stroking and kneading her with his hands, but also lowering his head to take her nipples into his mouth, gently licking them with his tongue.
Suddenly, his fingers, which had been stroking back and forth outside, resolutely probed into her pink slit. Surrounded by softness and warmth, Qianqian let out a soft cry.
"Wait... what are you doing..."
He didn't answer her, but began to move his fingers in and out of her tight little hole.
"Ah... no... I can't take it anymore..." His fingers went in and out, intensely stimulating her body, causing her petite body to spasm. Waves of pleasure washed over her, almost drowning her. "Ah...no...I can't take it anymore..." Her long legs stiffened involuntarily, and a warm, sticky, slippery liquid involuntarily gushed from the depths of her flower, wetting the girl's delicate petals.
Qianqian didn't know what was flowing out, nor why this was happening, but it must be very embarrassing. Thinking of this, her shy face turned even redder, her heart pounding like a deer, unsure of what to do.
"I want you! I don't want to wait anymore." He decided to stop torturing himself like this.
"Wait, I want to tell you..." She didn't know what she wanted to say, only that she wanted to stop him from taking off his last clothes. "I..." She turned her head away, her chaotic mind desperately trying to find a few words, but she couldn't think of anything, nor could she think of anything.
"Now is not the time to talk, I'll let you talk to your heart's content later!" As soon as he finished speaking, he picked her up and pressed her down again.
"No..."
Suddenly, Qianqian felt something thick and hot trying to invade between her legs, and her originally pink face turned pale with fear.
"No...no..."
Qianqian struggled desperately with all her might, trying to escape, but Junyue had already let his erect penis penetrate her tight little hole.
"No..."
The hot tip kept pressing against her soft inner walls, the tender little hole stretched wider and wider, swallowing the hot, huge thing inch by inch.
"Ah...it hurts so much..." Qianqian felt a sharp pain as if her body was being torn apart. She opened her eyes wide and let out a painful cry.
Junyue knew that to alleviate this pain, he had to be ruthless, so he pushed in again and again. The thick, hot male symbol pierced her hymen, which represented her purity. Bright red blood stained his domineering tip and flowed down her thighs.
The tearing pain made Qianqian unable to speak, only able to shed silent tears.
When he could no longer restrain himself and began to thrust inside her, Qianqian, in her dazed state of pain, had a strange feeling that she would be killed by him.
Qianqian bit her lower lip, her hands gripping the blanket tightly beside her, helplessly letting his thick, hard member continue to thrust between her legs. The overwhelming pain made her breathless and her whole body stiff, large tears streaming down her helpless eyes.
However, the man before her had already been completely aroused by the sweetness of her tightness, losing all humanity, moving his hips like a long-starved beast, yearning for deeper penetration.
With each thrust, the inner walls of Qianqian's vagina gripped him even tighter.
Enduring the physical torment, Qianqian's half-open mouth emitted intermittent, brief moans.
"Ah...no..."
"It's alright, it won't hurt soon." He was deeply buried inside her sweet body. Being able to speak was already impressive; he felt himself melting inside her.
At first, Qianqian didn't believe him, but at that moment, a feeling of excitement and pleasure slowly rose deep within her, replacing the pain of being almost pierced.
Soon, she was enjoying the pleasure of being a woman.
"Ah...please spare me...I...ah...it feels so good..." Caught in a whirlpool of sensuality, unable to escape, Qianqian instinctively began to beg for mercy. Pain and pleasure mingled within her, forcing her to grip the sheets tightly to suppress the intoxicating sweetness of ecstasy.
Junyue felt her eagerly lifting her shapely buttocks in response to his thrusts, which brought him another kind of stimulating pleasure, making his movements even wilder.
"Ah—God...I can't take it anymore..."
His strong male symbol penetrated her deeper and deeper with each thrust, stimulating her virgin vagina, bringing indescribable stimulation. Qianqian cried out ecstatically, involuntarily sobbing and shedding tears.
"Qianqian..." Junyue also couldn't help but let out a low, desire-filled cry, letting himself run wild within her beautiful body.
Such forceful and intense lovemaking, yet filled with tenderness and tender love, gave Qianqian an unprecedented sense of happiness in sex for the first time. Feeling him penetrate her again and again, she had a feeling of being conquered.
As they moved passionately together, honeyed fluid flowed from between Qianqian's legs, soaking the wedding quilt.
Her seductive cries fueled Junyue's passion, and he swayed her body ecstatically, eliciting joyful gasps from her, "Ah... um... ah... ah... ah..."
Suddenly, Junyue let out a low growl like a wild beast, his body convulsing, his erection spurting out white fluid, before collapsing onto Qianqian's warm body as if in collapse... After the passion subsided, Qianqian wanted to hide in shame, but he held her tightly, his forceful embrace a declaration of her future fate, no longer allowing her to make her own decisions. Good
heavens! What kind of domineering man had she encountered?
Finally, she could only fall into a deep sleep in his arms. That night, Qianqian could not escape the twisted fate of the matchmaker, consummating her marriage with her wrong groom, transforming from an innocent girl into the young mistress of the Lin family.
Chapter Three:
She hadn't originally intended to marry him.
Jun Yue gazed quietly at the face sleeping soundly beside him, her body using his arm as a pillow. Bai Qianqian—this name stirred a burning desire within him, along with an unprecedented sweetness.
For the first time in his life, he felt this profound emotional impact on a woman. He recalled the moment he lifted the red veil, his heart nearly stopping.
What expressive eyes they were! Although he had known for ten years, even now, they remained crystal clear, captivating him.
Especially when she looked at him with those clear, watery eyes, he felt a sudden unease. She was incredibly beautiful, with delicate features, exquisite eyebrows, full, red lips, a small chin, translucent skin, and long, black hair.
She looked so pure, so refined, so elegant, so pitifully beautiful—like a finely sculpted white jade doll.
Last night, he was so captivated by her that he lost all reason and couldn't control himself—a first for this playboy who was used to being surrounded by women.
This time, he was genuinely smitten with his new bride, even though she wanted to marry his cousin.
However, even if she hadn't married the wrong person, the Bai family probably wouldn't let their darling marry her cousin, because he was already married and living happily with his wife.
Only she remained oblivious, waiting for the wrong man she had mistaken for her dream lover for ten years.
Thinking of her ignorance, of her longing for him for so many years, even though he was her cousin, with whom she was as close as a brother, Jun Yue still felt a pang of bitterness. He wished that the person she longed for was him.
Jun Yue had never met such a special, proud, and sweet woman. His gaze fell on her delicate, slightly swollen lips. These were the passionate marks he had left on her lips last night, and her fair skin was also covered with hickeys and bruises of varying sizes—his exclusive marks on her body.
Thinking back to how out of control he had been last night! It was something that even he found quite surprising; no woman had ever made him feel so wild and satisfied.
It seemed he was one of those people whose souls were united with hers; because he felt something special about her, their lovemaking was so unforgettable.
His lips landed on her rosy lips, a surge of urge to kiss her welling up inside him.
Finally succumbing to temptation, his lips covered hers, unfolding a captivating allure on her sweet lips, using this kiss to ignite his inner hunger for her.
He deepened the kiss, his hands roaming over her body, bringing a primal, wicked feeling.
Qianqian was awakened from her sleep by this intense touch. She suddenly opened her eyes, realizing that this was not a dream; she could really feel his lips moving down her slender neck to her flawless, white breasts.
"No! Let me go!" she cried, pushing him away haphazardly with her hands.
He was pushed away, his handsome face immediately darkening, showing his displeasure.
"You're already mine, what? You still want to defy your husband?" She turned pale and tried to leave, but he pulled her back, grabbed her chin, and forced her to look directly at him. "Speak!"
"I want to go home."
"Go home?!" He frowned. "No!"
"I want to go home!" This time, she couldn't hold back her tears any longer, they rolled down her beautiful face like a string of broken pearls.
If she wanted to use tears to force him to surrender, it would indeed be effective, because for the first time, he felt heartache for a woman's tears—except that her tears were not allowed.
Qianqian felt both ashamed and guilty. She didn't want to see him again, because seeing him would remind her of how wanton she had been the night before… “You’re already married to me, and we’ve consummated our marriage. Even if you married the wrong man, there’s no going back. We’ve already slept together. Do you think you can still be a virgin?”
His large hand deliberately caressed her beautiful thighs, causing her body to tremble slightly. The powerful embrace and caresses from the previous night flooded her mind, making her face flush involuntarily.
She deliberately suppressed the turmoil in her heart, forcing herself to face him with pride. “This is my problem. Anyway, you can send someone to take me home right away. I can give you anything, as long as you give me some money for the journey home. Don’t worry, I’ll send someone to return it to you as soon as I get home…”
“What about everything from last night?” He stared intently at her.
“I said, this is my business.” Why did he bring it up? Wasn’t she embarrassed enough? Qianqian really wanted to hit him, but her clothes were disheveled, and it wasn’t appropriate.
"How can sex be just your business?" His icy face drew closer. "Explain yourself!"
His interrogation brought her to the brink of collapse. His masculine scent made her heart race, leaving her bewildered and incoherent. "Anyway, I'll treat all of this as a dream..."
"Bullshit!"
Her eyes widened. She was a lady from a prestigious family; how could he say such vulgar things? So rude!
He grabbed her shoulder, the force almost making her think he wanted to strangle her. She cried out in pain.
"It hurts! Let go of me..."
"I don't understand, why do you hate me so much? So many women want to marry me. I'm powerful, wealthy, and handsome. A husband like that isn't enough for you? What are you being picky about?" He shook her violently.
She was almost dizzy from the shaking and could only push him away forcefully. "Stop shaking me! I'm going to throw up..."
"Explain yourself, or we'll be at each other's throats today," he commanded coldly.
Hating his arrogance, she didn't think much of it at the moment, only knowing that her stubborn heart resented his domineering attitude, and blurted out, "I just hate you! So what? I don't like you, so I don't want to be your bride... Ah!"
Before she could finish her string of dislikes and hates, he had already pushed her back onto the bed.
"Don't like you? Have you forgotten how you were panting and moaning under me last night?"
"I didn't! It was because I was forced!" she said, contradicting herself.
"You...were forced?" He couldn't believe she was lying through her teeth. "I remember I was encouraged."
"What?"
"You were screaming really loudly, have you forgotten?" His bluntness was truly astonishing; Qianqian felt her face burning. Had she screamed really loudly? No! No, he was making it up. "You were drunk last night, so you wouldn't allow it. I was unwilling a thousand times over."
"You..."
The more she denied it, the angrier he became. "Forced? Fine! Let's see if this is still forced!"
"No... let me go..."
He completely ignored her struggles and protests. At this moment, he only wanted to conquer her, only wanted to hear the sounds of pleasure from her red lips, to prove that she also enjoyed his touch.
"Let go..."
But he had already ripped off the blanket covering her, spread her legs, and forced her onto his shoulders. Without any foreplay, he fiercely thrust into his burning symbol.
"Ah... it hurts..."
Her body, newly deflowered, coupled with his almost punishing impact, made Qianqian's eyes well up with tears, her lips trembling as she endured the pain.
The more intensely Junyue penetrated, the tighter Qianqian's inner walls seemed to resist the invasion.
"It will hurt...be gentle..." Although Qianqian still felt the traces of his love from yesterday, she couldn't immediately accept the man's possession and thrusting.
So when Junyue's hardness pierced her mercilessly, the intense pain was unbearable for Qianqian. Her clitoris contracted due to the impact, stubbornly refusing his entry.
But he wanted to possess her again, to conquer her, so that she would never deny that she wanted him.
"Ah!"
Qianqian suddenly let out a soft cry. It turned out that he had lowered his head and sucked on her nipple.
"What? Already feeling it? The show is just beginning!" A shiver ran through her body. Qianqian desperately tried to escape, but Junyue forcefully pulled her back, whispering beside her.
Qianqian turned her head away in embarrassment, biting her lower lip. Junyue gently blew on her, watching her dodge away in shame and anger, he couldn't help but let out a wicked laugh.
"No..."
Before she could finish protesting, he thrust into her again. This time it didn't hurt; instead, it brought an intoxicating pleasure.
“I’ll make you beg me, say you want me!”
“Impossible!” she gritted her teeth. She would rather die than do something so shameful. Last time it was an accident, she was inexperienced, but this time she knew better and wouldn’t do it again.
“Is that so?” His face was full of provocation. He gripped her slender waist and began to thrust forcefully.
Qianqian bit her lower lip desperately, forcing herself not to respond to him, not to make any shameful sounds, but he seemed to be deliberately trying to embarrass her. Not only did he thrust wildly inside her, but his large hands also kneaded her sensitive nipples even harder. With
both sensitive areas being played with at the same time, Qianqian’s body was completely dominated by desire. The high fire of lust inside her made it impossible for her to breathe freely. She could only sob weakly, wildly shaking her black hair and panting.
“No…no…ah…” She could no longer control her small mouth from letting out unbearable panting. Her hands involuntarily hugged him tightly, and she also began to sway violently. She shouted loudly without regard for anything else. She had just been deliberately keeping her voice down, but now she had completely forgotten.
"Do you want me?"
"No..." she responded with the last shred of her reason.
Suddenly, he left her body, and Qianqian felt as if she had lost something important. She opened her passionate eyes and stared at him.
She suppressed the shameful words that wanted to be uttered, asking him why he wouldn't continue, and only looked at him with her large, watery eyes.
"If you don't admit it, I won't satisfy you."
"I..." she suppressed the uncontrollable screams within her. She wanted it! She wanted it! Taking a deep breath, she said to him, trembling, "Then please let me go..."
Junyue narrowed his eyes, extremely annoyed by her stubbornness.
"No!"
He wasn't going to let her go like this. Doing so would not only give in to her desires but also torture himself. "No, I've changed my mind. I want to get the satisfaction a man should get from your sweet body."
The punishing, rough rhythm began again.
"Ah...no...ah...ah...ah..." Qianqian gasped, her whole body convulsing violently, her small mouth constantly moaning, as if this made her even more excited.
This time, he was determined to conquer her with his masculine strength and power. Even after he had already ejaculated inside her once, his male symbol remained inside her, refusing to leave. When it grew strong again, he continued his intense thrusts.
Under the man's insatiable, beast-like lust, Qianqian could only be like a powerless lamb, allowing him to do as he pleased, as she was constantly swept away by wave after wave of orgasms, overwhelmed by intense sensory stimulation… When he finally ejaculated for the third time, Qianqian was utterly exhausted.
Doesn't this man ever get tired? Qianqian thought vaguely, but her body felt immensely satisfied, even too satisfied, causing a soreness and pain.
Junyue held her in his arms, gently brushing away the damp hair from her face, and she relaxed and closed her eyes.
"Don't worry, I will cherish you. I promise to make you the happiest woman in the world," he said, stroking her head as if loving a kitten.
Under the intense surge of passion, Qianqian listened in a daze, her small body nestled in his arms. In that instant, she seemed to return to the strong, supportive embrace of ten years ago.
"Don't leave me..." she murmured, her voice so soft, yet Junyue heard her.
He held her tightly, saying tenderly, "I promise I won't leave you, I promise!"
Hearing his promise, a sweet smile finally appeared on Qianqian's tired face... Chapter Four
: The next day.
Lunch was delicious. Qianqian looked up at the maidservant serving her and gave her a charming smile. "Remember to tell the cooks for me, their food is really delicious." It was completely different from anything she had tasted before; Taiwanese cuisine was no less delicious than that of Jiangnan! The maid,
Xiao Ke, looked at the table laden with food. The young mistress had barely touched it, yet she said she was full. How was she supposed to take away the almost overflowing dishes and then tell the chefs that the young mistress loved their cooking?!
"Young Madam, you've eaten so little... Master will be angry."
Hearing Xiao Ke's anxious words, Qianqian's good mood was ruined again. It seems that the domineering man isn't just domineering towards her, but also towards everyone in the mansion.
Qianqian looked at Xiao Ke and then said to her, "I'm really full. If you're worried that Master will be angry at me for wasting food, then next time you can make a smaller portion. I don't have a big appetite to begin with."
"Yes."
"By the way, if you don't mind the trouble, you can save the leftovers for tomorrow's breakfast."
"Yes."
As soon as Qianqian finished speaking, she walked out and arrived at the back garden. She took a deep breath before slowly opening her eyes, only to find Jun Yue's beautiful eyes staring at her intently.
Why is he here? She hadn't seen him all morning and thought she could steal some free time to calm down.
"You...didn't you go out?" She hadn't seen him since she woke up this morning, and the butler said he had left early, so she didn't ask any further.
"I came back to have lunch with you."
He took a step closer to her, and Qianqian knew he wanted to hug her, so she instinctively took a step back.
"I'm full, you eat by yourself!"
"Qianqian..." He barely had time to call her name before she had already run away, as if he were some terrifying venomous snake or beast.
He stared in the direction she disappeared, a surge of anger rising within him. Even now, why wouldn't she accept this reality, happily be the young mistress of the Lin family, instead acting like she was ready to play a childish game of chase with him?
The woman he desired had never escaped his grasp, and she would be no exception.
****************************************************************************************************** Qianqian practically ran away; her heart pounded. The thought of escaping right under his nose brought her a huge sense of relief.
She was so confused. She had only been at the Lin family for a few days, and although she was somewhat unaccustomed to it, she rarely had maids serve her at home. She preferred to be herself, so she, always independent, didn't care. On the contrary, she had more time for herself.
Composing herself, she realized she was standing in the doorway of a room—a study. Entering, she discovered the Lin family's book collection far exceeded her own. Fantastic!
Looking around, she saw no one. The study was exceptionally quiet and elegant. She chose a book, sat down on the chaise lounge by the window, and began to read. Only then could she truly relax.
Just then, Jun Yue's handsome face flashed into her mind. She shook her head vigorously, trying to forget his hateful, wicked smile, but the more she resisted, the more she wanted it.
She had never experienced so many feelings and conflicts with one person before. Perhaps… it was because the husband she had initially prepared for wasn't him. So when things didn't go as she expected, she instinctively resisted.
Her heart was already full of Brother Jun Ri. For ten years, her feelings for him had never wavered.
Brother Jun Ri was the ideal husband in a woman's eyes. His sunny smile was deeply imprinted in her heart; he was her true love. Qianqian thought to herself.
Moreover, he was her savior, and for that alone, she felt incredibly guilty for not repaying him with her body.
Unlike the arrogant Lin Junyue, who, despite only being in the household for a few days, had already heard countless tales of his philanderings, almost all involving courtesans and wealthy heiresses.
She learned from Yunniang, the most senior steward of the Lin household, that her husband, the center of attention, preferred voluptuous, voluptuous beauties.
She wasn't deliberately trying to pry into his private life, and besides, she didn't care, nor did she need to, because she would soon be leaving him. However, before that, she needed to know where her dream lover was.
But no one knew—how could they not know? Perhaps that domineering man forbade everyone to speak of it. In truth, she was too ashamed to face her first love, for she had already been taken; her body was no longer pure.
Qianqian was puzzled by Junyue. He knew she didn't love him, yet he seemed so bothered. Logically, he should have immediately sent her home. Why wouldn't he let her go? Anyway, he'd already had his way with her body. For a playboy, a flower isn't fresh after being picked once; he'd probably get tired of her and lose interest in a few days.
Although the thought of his gaze no longer burning so intensely on her made her uncomfortable, Qianqian dismissed this feeling as mere vanity, unrelated to any real feelings. So,
to make him tire of her sooner, she would avoid him as much as possible, believing that over time, he would stop focusing his attention on her.
Many might laugh at her for hiding. A handsome, wealthy, and powerful husband like him would have countless women vying for her place, going to great lengths to win his favor and shower him with attention and affection. She, however, was the only one who wanted to escape.
Why did she want to escape? Why did she want to escape? Honestly, she didn't know. She only knew that when he was near, her heart would pound wildly, almost suffocating her. This reinforced her belief that he was her nemesis, deliberately making her life miserable.
Qianqian deliberately ignored the flutter in her heart caused by his handsome appearance. She had already lost her virginity, but her pure love could still be reserved for her beloved. Perhaps she should meet her dream lover, at least to find out if he was alright… The thought she had already dismissed resurfaced. Going to secretly take a look shouldn't cause any problems, right? But who should she ask?
Just as she put down her book and was about to get up, a tall, handsome figure appeared at the doorway, a figure that made her heart race involuntarily. She instinctively wanted to dodge, but found him already striding towards her, standing before her.
“So you've been hiding here. I've been looking for
you for so long.” “What do you want?”
He took off his cloak and draped it over her shoulders. “I saw you running around alone, dressed so lightly, and I was worried you'd catch a cold. The temperature difference between day and night here is huge; I don't want you to get cold.”
His gentle gesture surprised her. While she was still stunned, he had already put an arm around her waist.
Qianqian was shocked. “Wait!” she cried out. His face was so close that she could clearly see the flames burning deep within his dark eyes.
"Waiting for what?" His voice was a low murmur, like a night breeze, his hot breath on her face making her heart race. "Do I have to wait to kiss my wife? I won't allow it."
"What…"
Before she could dodge, his lips were already on hers. The scent of her hair and her feminine fragrance intoxicated him, and he kissed her even more passionately.
"No…you can't…let me go…no…" she murmured in protest, her tightly closed lips parting slightly, her hot tongue plunging in, instantly turning her protests into moans of pleasure.
"How could I not? You are my wife, I am your husband, I have every right to…"
she began, but before she could utter a word, her attention was diverted again, for his warm hands were already restlessly caressing her curves, making her body burn.
She told herself he was a bad man, ruining her good fortune and shattering her dreams. She should hate him, resent him, how could she shamelessly respond to his kiss?!
"Don't do this!" She pushed him away forcefully, taking several steps back. Caught off guard, he fell to the ground, his disheveled appearance making her chuckle.
"You..."
His anger was melted away by her radiant smile. He was so surprised that he could be both loved and hated by such a little woman, but he still wanted to punish her for her disobedience.
"You haven't given up yet, haven't accepted your fate?" He stood up, slowly brushing the dust off his clothes, quickly regaining his handsome and dashing appearance.
"I promise you I won't interfere with you having multiple wives and concubines, as long as..."
"As long as what?" He approached her step by step, and she could only retreat step by step.
"As long as you don't bother me anymore."
His steps stopped, his deep gaze fixed on her, the cold light emanating from him sending chills down her spine.
She had only been married to him for less than a week, and she was already busy persuading him to take three wives and four concubines. Was she too generous and magnanimous? Or had he regressed and become overly alarmed?
He had thought this stubborn little wife would want to monopolize all his affection! But she refused, and refused so vehemently at that. What a cruel irony for a man's pride! Did she really think so little of him, her husband?
"Say it again," he said coldly, his handsome face now frosty and terrifying.
Qianqian was uncertain about everything, the only certainty being that if she said it again, he would surely pounce on her and devour her whole. So she decided to shut her mouth.
"Fine!"
She lowered her head and hurriedly tried to walk past him, but he grabbed her and pulled her back to him.
"I don't want to hear you refuse me again, or don't blame me for not treating you well." He pinched her delicate chin, causing her tears to stream down her face.
But she wouldn't give in so easily. "I don't understand why you won't let me go. We both know this marriage is a mistake, and you know the person I truly love isn't you. What good will it do you to force me to stay?"
A bitter undertone lingered in her voice. She truly didn't understand this man's thoughts, and perhaps she never would.
"You're my wife, why should I let you go? You entered the Lin family in a grand sedan chair; everyone knows you're my wife, Lin Junyue's wife. Do you expect me to let you go to your lover? Don't even think about it!"
Jealousy made him speak recklessly.
"What lover? You've gone too far!" She raised her right hand to slap him, but he grabbed it faster, and in the next instant, he pressed her down onto the chaise lounge. "Let me go… what do you want?" Her face paled as she tried to stop him, but what unsettled her even more was his intention. He wouldn't want to... "No! Someone will pass by..."
"They'll just see a newlywed couple being affectionate, it's nothing serious."
"You..."
She wished she could be like her aunts back home, fainting at the slightest thing, at least then she wouldn't have to face his humiliation, her powerless surrender.
Unfortunately, she couldn't force herself to faint, so she could only struggle and fight back desperately.
"Stop... don't..."
"I'll do it!" he said domineeringly.
"You can't be so domineering and unreasonable!" She was so angry that tears were about to fall.
"Fine! Then I'll give you a chance. Don't say I'm domineering, I know you want to see your first love, his name is Lin Junri, his name is only one character different from mine, he's my cousin, if you want to see him, come with me!" After saying that, he turned and left.
Qianqian digested what he had just said before quickly following him.
His expression remained unapproachable the entire way. His legs were long, making it difficult for her to catch up. Finally, they arrived at a beautiful mansion.
Jun Yue knocked on the door. "It's me, Jun Yue."
A beautiful young woman opened the door, smiling happily upon seeing Jun Yue. "Cousin, long time no see!"
"Sister-in-law, is my cousin home?"
Jun Yue's expression was too stiff; it was hard not to see his anger, so his sister-in-law naturally understood, especially seeing the pretty young woman beside him. It seemed the two had been arguing.
"Your cousin has gone on a long trip. And this is…"
"She is my newlywed wife."
"Sister-in-law, hello, my name is Qianqian." Qianqian said politely, noticing the beautiful young woman's slightly protruding belly, indicating she was pregnant.
"Hello! Come in quickly…" Before she could finish speaking, she saw a little boy chasing a little girl. "Kaikai, Xiaoyu, stop fighting! Daddy's coming back and he'll spank you..."
Qianqian looked at the two children, so healthy and lively, and knew in her heart that her dream man already had a happy family, while she was still waiting foolishly.
"I'm sorry! Kids are all like that. Junyue, I'm so sorry! I really wanted to attend your wedding, but you know I'm pregnant, so it's inconvenient for me to go. By the way, when are you going to have a baby?"
Qianqian felt a pang of guilt. Have a baby? That seemed unlikely. "Sister-in-law, I'm afraid..."
"I guarantee there will be good news soon!" Junyue said confidently, ignoring Qianqian's glare. “By the way, since my cousin isn’t here, I’ll come another day.”
“Do you have something urgent to discuss with your cousin?”
“I’m fine, it’s just that my wife said she wants to say something…”
“No, no!” Qianqian firmly interrupted Junyue, saying to her cousin-in-law, “I just wanted to visit you and my cousin-in-law. I happened to be passing by today, so I came to check on you. Since my cousin isn’t here, we’ll come another day.” Qianqian deliberately ignored the mocking gaze of the man beside her, her only thought being to leave this blissful place as quickly as possible.
“Stay for dinner! I can have someone prepare it…”
“No, cousin-in-law, I suddenly feel a little unwell and want to go back to rest. It might be a bit of a change in environment…” Qianqian lied.
“Okay,” her cousin-in-law looked at Junyue, “Cousin, hurry up and help your wife back. She might already be pregnant with your Lin family heir, and you’re still so careless.”
“Yes! Then, cousin-in-law, we’ll be going now.”
“Okay, remember to come visit again another day.”
“Okay.”
Qianqian almost suppressed the urge to run away, and Junyue silently followed behind her.
Suddenly, a pair of large hands hugged her tightly from behind, and then she heard his deep voice gently say, “If you want to cry, then cry! Don’t hold it in.”
She didn’t want to cry anymore, really. She could have held it in, but somehow, after he said that, the tears started rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably.
She turned and threw herself into his arms, initially trying to hold back her sobs, but eventually she couldn’t stop herself from crying uncontrollably.
She cried bitterly at her own stupidity, bitterly at the fact that all her years of unrequited love had been for nothing. He was already married with children, living a happy and sweet married life, while she was just foolishly weaving beautiful dreams of a happy future for the two of them.
“Am I stupid?” she asked, choking back tears.
"A little." But there was someone even more foolish than her, and that was him. As
soon as the words left her mouth, Jun Yue heard her cry even louder. He could only tenderly stroke her head, offering her his chest so she could have a good cry.
Suddenly, she raised her hands and pounded him with her small pink fists, "I hate you! I hate you! How could you be so cruel? I hate you!"
He grabbed her flailing fists, forcefully pulling her into his arms, and lowered his head to kiss her fiercely.
"No..."
"You're mine! Now you only have me left, don't you understand?" He coldly pointed out her predicament. Now, besides him, who else would want her?
He didn't give her much time to grieve over this fruitless unrequited love. His lips fell again, possessively taking her, savoring her sweetness.
Yes, she only had him left, so should she accept her fate and obediently fall in love with him? Or... was falling in love with him already inevitable?
Qianqian didn't understand, and could only let his wild and possessive kiss fall upon her, her delicate body melting in his strong arms.
Her future… she truly only had him left.
Chapter Five
Qianqian woke up alone in her large, lonely bed, a deep sense of loss inexplicably welling up inside her.
What was wrong with her? She gently stroked the pillow Junyue had used with her right hand; the cold touch stirred a wave of longing within her, and she recoiled as if electrocuted.
Her mind raced with anxiety: Was she thinking of him? No, impossible. He had only been gone for less than half a day; how could she possibly miss him? She wasn't some sticky candy, constantly clinging to him. Besides, hadn't she repeatedly said she wouldn't get close to him again, wouldn't let him touch her, wouldn't… Sigh! She sighed helplessly. All those "don'ts" had been distorted after encountering that rogue, domineering man.
"Don't sigh; you'll sigh away all your good luck,"
Qianqian said, looking up at the woman who entered, followed by three maids.
"Put the dishes down," Yunniang instructed the maids, then went to the bedside and lifted the bed curtains for Qianqian. "Young Madam, did you sleep well?"
"I overslept." Looking at the bright sunshine outside the window, Qianqian felt a little embarrassed. From childhood to adulthood, except when she was sick, she almost never got up after noon. This exception was all because of Lin Junyue's so-called morning intimacy! But thankfully, no one knew why she woke up late... "Master said you should get some sleep because he made you work too hard yesterday." Yunniang naturally stated her mistress's instructions.
Qianqian's feet, which had just touched the ground, froze for a moment, and the whispers of the little maid made her blush even more.
"He really said that..."
Yunniang suddenly became embarrassed and said, "Young Madam, I'm sorry!"
"It's alright." Qianqian suppressed her shyness and forced herself to face everything calmly and elegantly. She was, after all, a lady of a noble family, and every move she made could not be impolite.
Even if she wanted to kill someone right now, to kill that arrogant man who seemed to want the whole world to know how he exercised his patriarchal power over her!
After washing up, Yunniang combed her hair. "I'm the best hairstylist in this manor. Trust me, I'll give you a hairstyle that will accentuate your beauty. The young master will be even more captivated by you." Qianqian saw
her reflection in the mirror and murmured, "Really? He said he hated me the first time he saw me, saying I looked like a dirty stray dog."
"Impossible!" Yunniang shook her head firmly, her kind gaze fixed on Qianqian's face through the mirror. "You're so sweet-looking, the young master loves you too much to even think about it. How could he possibly hate you?"
She shook her head slightly, refusing to believe it.
Suddenly, Yunniang whispered to her, "Let me tell you a little secret. Has the young master ever told you that he often dreams of a girl?"
"He wouldn't tell me his dreams," Qianqian said dismissively. It might just be a wet dream; that lecherous man could very well be.
Yunniang laughed. "No, didn't you say he hated you the first time he saw you, that you looked like a dirty stray dog?"
"Yes!" She was very bothered by it. She had grown up surrounded by her family's love and praise, and yet he called her a stray dog, especially in front of the person she liked. It was too much.
"But do you know what the young master's pet is?"
"What?"
"It's a little stray dog. He found it on the roadside after he saw you. He told me that from now on, it would be his pet. But that stray dog seems to have been bullied for too long and has lost faith in humanity. When the young master tried to approach it, it bit him all over."
"Didn't anyone stop him?"
Yunniang shook her head. "I'm sure you've felt the young master's stubbornness these past few days. He doesn't give up easily on things he's persistent about, so..."
"So he'd rather be bitten all over than give up?"
"I asked the young master why he was so insistent. He said that the little dog looked exactly like a girl he liked."
Qianqian felt her heart beating fast. "And then?" She didn't want to argue with Yunniang about the truth, because she was too shocked. Didn't he hate her?
"Later, perhaps the little dog sensed his sincerity and accepted him. The two became inseparable best friends. But good times don't last. The little dog suddenly died of an unknown illness. It happened so suddenly that no one had time to react, let alone the young master. He locked himself in his room for three days and three nights, staying with the dog's corpse for three days and three nights! It scared the master and madam to death. Three days later, the young master seemed to wake up from a dream and regained his former vitality. However, from then on, he no longer easily showed kindness to people, and he no longer talked about dogs or looked at dogs. Even the mansion was forbidden to have anything related to dogs."
"Isn't that a bit of an overreaction?" Life and death are inevitable.
"Perhaps! But he said he would no longer transfer his affections to objects. He wanted to love the real person."
"What? The real person? It can't be..."
"Do you really think you married the wrong person?" Yunniang suddenly said.
"Otherwise what?"
"It was the young master who sent someone to propose marriage. He said he'd wanted to marry you for ten years!" Yunniang revealed the truth . ****************
... "Young Master, these top-quality silks are the finest tributes to the palace. If the young mistress wears them, she will look absolutely elegant and noble; no woman who sees them will dislike them." The silk in the hands of the merchant who specialized in making clothing for the imperial nobility was indeed softer than clouds, as smooth and delicate as a slender woman's skin. Jun Yue nodded, "Very good! Leave everything you brought behind. We'll collect the payment from the accounting office later." "Thank you, Young Master Lin!" All the businessmen smiled broadly. Having secured this deal with the Lin family, they could live comfortably for a year without having to work hard. "I'm sure the young mistress is the happiest woman, to receive such favor from the young master. This is something every woman in the world envies." "Yes, yes! The young master and young mistress must be a perfect couple, a match made in heaven." Everyone laughed heartily, as if they themselves were Jun Yue, living a blissful life. Suddenly, a maid appeared. "Young Master..." "What is it?" "The young mistress wanted to ask if you are free. She has something to tell you." "Hmm!" Junyue gestured for her to leave and got up to go find Qianqian. Seeing that their master had something to attend to, the others tactfully withdrew, except for a thin man who remained standing there. "Is there anything else?" Junyue thought for a moment. It seemed he hadn't brought any goods with him. Was he not a merchant? "Young Master, I apologize for being a little late. When the servants brought me in, I overheard you generously saying that everyone should leave their goods behind. Thank you so much!" Junyue smiled. "I understand your gratitude. You can go back now." "Young Master, the goods I sell don't come with instructions, which isn't good. If they're used improperly, it won't be fun."

"What are you selling?" Jun Yue asked quietly, his eyes narrowed. The thin man took out
a white jar from his robes. "Divine Encounter Water!" **************** ... Jun Yue stopped abruptly, shocked by the sudden thought that had surfaced in his mind, but seemingly not too surprised. Yes, he loved her! Ten years ago, when he saw her little dirty face, as if she had rolled in the mud, and her bright, expressive eyes, he had already been captivated by her. At this moment, Qianqian also sensed his presence and turned her head slightly to meet his gaze. She was stunned for a moment, surprised that he looked at her with such deep affection, when shouldn't she feel surprised or disgusted? Why did she feel like she was trapped in deep water, unable to extricate herself... She could only stare blankly at him, unable to deny how irresistibly handsome her husband was. Any woman would do anything to take her place. Qianqian thought to herself in a daze. "I heard you were looking for me?" He had already come up to her and said softly. Qianqian looked up at him. Sigh! He was so tall and imposing. "I...I..." Damn it! Why did she forget what to say as soon as she saw him? "Hmm?" He seemed very patient. She took a deep breath and said to him again, "I have something I want to ask you. Why...why did you send someone to propose marriage to my father?" He simply gazed at her silently with his beautiful yet captivating eyes, staring at her for a long while, a heart-stirring light in his eyes. "I thought you already understood." She did understand somewhat, but deep down, countless voices told her: Don't admit it. If you do, her defenses, her heart, will be completely shattered by the man before her. "Do you believe in love at first sight?" "Yes, because I..." She paused, biting her lower lip, knowing she shouldn't continue, or he would get angry again. However, she didn't think he would stop pressing her. He was very stubborn, based on her limited understanding of him over the past few days. "Go on! Why don't you go on?" "No, I don't want to say it." She thought it better to wait until she had more courage to face him before speaking. Right now, he had only just approached her, and she was already nervous, not even knowing what to say. She turned to run away, but he had already grabbed her slender waist, and in the next instant, her petite body fell into his arms. "Don't do this..." "You've fallen in love with me," he said in a deep voice. Qianqian was stunned for a moment. "I haven't!" But her answer was too quick, which betrayed her unease. "You have!" His hands tightened around her. "Because you've fallen in love with me, that's why you resist me so much. Otherwise, you wouldn't know how to face the person you've secretly loved for ten years, right?" "No! That's not it!" She struggled fiercely, but a terrible voice in her heart desperately said: Yes! She had fallen in love with him. "Why don't you bravely admit it? Is falling in love with me such a terrible, unforgivable thing? You only met my cousin once, just like me, so why did you fall in love with him but not with me?" "Because...because..." "Because you have to deceive yourself into believing you love him, otherwise you'll fall in love with me! That's how people are; when they meet someone they like, they want to escape, reject, even deceive themselves, deceive everyone." "Enough! You said enough! I'm asking you, why do I run away? Why don't I dare admit I like you that much?" "Because you're afraid that once you fall in love with me, you'll lose control of your heart. You're afraid that if you admit your feelings, then I'll have the power to control your joys and sorrows." "You're talking nonsense!" She swung her small fists and pounded wildly on his chest. He didn't stop her, just let her hit and punch, like tolerating a mischievous little girl. Qianqian used almost all her strength to resist him, and later she went from hitting to desperately pushing him away. "Let me go." "Since you called me here, it means you have something to say to me. If you don't explain it clearly today, I won't let you leave." His tone was very firm. "I... just..." "Just what?" "Just..." "Speak, I'm listening." He lowered his head and whispered gently on her lips, causing her defenses to crumble like sand meeting a flood. "I just..." Tears finally fell from her eyes like broken pearls, "I just want to ask you why you want to marry me?" "You know I sent someone to propose to your father?" She nodded tearfully. "Because you are mine, I can't let you foolishly marry someone else." "But the names are different..." "Because the letter your father wrote was received by me. He wrote to thank me for saving his precious daughter's life, so he hopes you will repay him with your body. That's how I understood that you like my cousin, but you keep thinking of my name." "Oh God..." He suddenly cupped her face, and seeing her teary eyes, his heart ached involuntarily. "Is it really that hard to fall in love with me?" he said deeply. "You've married me after all, you're already mine. Everything is set in stone. Why are you still resisting your own heart?" "If you hadn't deliberately made my father think you were your cousin, if you could honestly say that the person I love isn't the correct name, then I would never have become your wife. Do you understand?" She pushed him away forcefully, taking several steps back, shaking her head as she did so. "I don't love you. My love is ten years of longing and yearning. The image in my heart isn't you. Even if the name is yours, the face etched in my heart isn't yours." "You…" This woman is so stubborn? "Even if he's married with children and living a happy life, you still can't forget him?!" Of course not. She wouldn't allow herself to be a third party destroying a happy family, but she couldn't change her feelings all at once. Because if she didn't find some excuse, she would fall in love with him without any excuse, fall in love with this bad man she knew would inevitably break her heart. So she had to force herself to resist him. "I hate you! You made me marry the wrong person, you ruined me... I hate you!" She uttered a string of incoherent words, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She turned and ran away as if there were some terrifying monster behind her.

Junyue silently watched her slender figure disappear down the corridor, a surge of resentment rising in his heart.
He couldn't understand what kind of love spell his cousin had cast on her, making her so stubbornly infatuated. He hated even more that she couldn't reciprocate his feelings.
But he still wouldn't give up, because he could still find fleeting emotions in her eyes; at least she didn't hate him in his arms, otherwise she wouldn't have been so passionate.
He would persist, to win her love, a love that would last until death.
********** ...
"No...no...I didn't...no..."
As her nightmares raged, a pair of beautiful, bewitching eyes remained fixed on her, staring at her with a piercing gaze that seemed to penetrate her very soul. She felt like a frightened cat, desperately searching for a place to hide.
"No!"
She sat bolt upright, her body drenched in cold sweat.
Alone in the room, she saw only a desolate, cold landscape, the nightmare still chilling her to the bone.
Before she could even process what had happened, she rushed outside, searching for someone.
Jun Yue! His name filled her chaotic mind; she desperately wished he were by her side, holding her, comforting her.
"Jun Yue!"
The night was cool, her feet icy cold, for she had forgotten to put on her shoes before running out. And this house was so vast—where could she even begin to search?
"Jun Yue, where are you?"
Just then, the sound of a flute drifted on the wind, melodious and captivating. She was drawn in and walked towards the sound.
Under the moonlight, a handsome figure stood facing the lake, playing a lonely tune. The low, broken notes seemed to tell of a thousand knots in his heart, keeping him awake at night.
Qianqian had wanted to rush into his arms, to hold him tightly, hoping he would tell her clearly what love truly was.
He loved her; she already knew, and this had completely shattered all her rules and thoughts. She felt an increasingly irrepressible surge of emotion within her.
She didn't want to admit her feelings for him; she even forced herself to resent him, hate him, reject him, because hating someone was easier than loving someone.
Qianqian felt a chill run through her, a coldness rising from her bare feet that made her shiver.
Suddenly, the flute stopped.
Qianqian looked up and met his burning eyes, causing her heart to pound again.
"Qianqian, what's wrong?" He looked at her in surprise, dressed in thin clothes, barefoot, her long hair fluttering in the cool night breeze, her petite body trembling slightly.
As he walked towards her, she instinctively wanted to back away, but he was quicker and caught her, giving her a warm embrace.
"What's wrong?"
Why was he being so gentle? Why wasn't he more domineering than before? Maybe then she could control these uncontrollable tears.
"Qianqian, don't cry, tell me who bullied you?"
"You...you..." She couldn't even finish a sentence.
Junyue held her tightly, kissing away her tears, calling her tenderly, "Don't cry, it's all my fault, I pushed you too hard, I'm sorry, I won't do it again." She
cried even harder, and he held her even tighter. He picked up her petite body and carried her into the room, placed her on the bed, and wrapped her in layers of warm blankets, trying to warm her cold body.
“Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”
“I just had a nightmare.” She said to him like a little girl needing comfort.
“Don’t be afraid, I’ll stay here with you.”
“You don’t need to force yourself to deal with me, I’ve been so mean to you…”
Before she could finish speaking, his hands tightened around her, and he kissed her passionately and tenderly. She couldn’t help but return his kiss.
As they reluctantly parted, she reached out and gently stroked his face, a tiny spark flickering in his eyes.
“If you want me to leave, I’ll…”
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