The Rich Businessman's Divorced Wife (The End)

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The news spread like wildfire throughout Fengtian City, with many people convinced that the Longfeng Teahouse would definitely
close down within six months due to its owner's lack of financial acumen.
Regardless, the Longfeng Teahouse was still short-staffed…
anyone interested should hurry and apply!
Chapter 1
The He family in the north of Fangyuan City, while not wealthy, was still a scholarly family.
Master He was married and had a son and a daughter.
His son was married and studying diligently, preparing for the imperial examinations. His
daughter, He Lanyu, married Bei Chenyang, a wealthy merchant from Qingzhou City, two years ago. She would be twenty
years old this year, and the couple had no children.
Qingzhou City was a prosperous city, abundant in resources and its people healthy and prosperous.
Early in the morning, just as dawn was breaking, He Lanyu finished washing and dressing, changed into a light green silk dress, styled her hair in a simple
and neat bun, and gently pushed open the door to go to the kitchen.
As soon as she stepped into the kitchen, she was greeted by a fragrant aroma.
Steam rose from the steamer, and several maids, cooks, and kitchen staff were bustling about.
"Good morning," He Lanyu said softly, interrupting their activity.
"Good morning, Young Madam," a cook greeted her with a smile, her hands busy with other tasks.
"Good morning, Young Madam—"
the others followed suit, their faces showing no surprise, as if they were already used to her
appearing in the kitchen so early in the morning.
Indeed, regardless of the season, He Lanyu would come to the kitchen every morning to prepare her husband's and mother-in-law's
meals. She even personally brought Bei Chenyang his wash water.
Over the past two years, the cooks had learned her habits, so they would always boil water for her first, to prevent the Young Madam from getting
her hands wet and her body cold.
"Granny Shen, you boiled water for me again, thank you," He Lanyu never hesitated to express her gratitude, her sweet face
revealing two dimples as she smiled.
"Young Madam, please don't stand on ceremony," said Granny Shen while stir-frying chili peppers. "The weather is starting to
get cold, and you've gotten up so early. Remember to dress warmly."
Having served in wealthy households for so long, she had never seen a mistress personally go to the kitchen to help with household
affairs.
But this young madam was truly different. Not only did she not mind that the kitchen was a messy place, but she also personally
went in to work.
Occasionally, when there weren't enough people, she would squat down to help add firewood, or when everyone was too busy
, she would take the initiative to pick up the large spatula and stir-fry vegetables on the hot wok, completely without the airs of a mistress.
She not only put in the effort but also went to great lengths. For the old lady's health, she asked them to use as little oil and salt as possible in the cooking,
but fearing that this would compromise the color, aroma, and taste, she diligently researched various recipes, hoping only to ensure the old lady ate healthily
and happily.
Besides, she personally stewed a pot of chicken soup every day, adding medicinal herbs she had painstakingly sourced
, to nourish her husband who was busy with business.
Her efforts weren't intended to please anyone; she simply wanted to contribute to the family.
After all, she wasn't in charge of the household's finances; the real power remained with the old lady. All she could
do was carefully tend to their meals.
"Granny Shen, I understand," He Lanxuan smiled gently, approaching the steamer and lifting the lid.
The aroma of plump, white steamed buns wafted out.
"Young Madam, those steamed buns were made with fresh goat milk and flour as you instructed. They
taste different from before; they smell so good!" Granny Shen said with a smile as she saw her lift the lid.
"Master and the old lady don't need so many steamed buns. We'll give some to the others to try later," He Lanyu said,
closing the steamer and gently lifting the earthenware pot of chicken soup.
"Young Madam, you instructed us to stew the hen with medicinal herbs. It's been simmering for an hour now, the flavors should have infused it."
"Use chicken broth instead of stir-frying! The Old Madam is getting old; eating strong flavors all the time isn't good for her health." He Lanyu
instructed softly, then picked up a basin and, without asking anyone else, personally ladled hot water into it, filling it to about eight-tenths full. Only then
did the maidservant hurriedly add a few ladles of cold water.
He Lanyu never slacked off on these seemingly tedious tasks.
Since she had married Bei Chenyang, she should fulfill her duties as a wife. Therefore, she never let Bei Chenyang worry about her
life in the mansion, and she did her best to serve her mother-in-law, being a gentle and obedient daughter-in-law. She didn't find this kind of life boring
; after all, she was now a married woman, and many things could no longer be done arbitrarily.
"You've worked hard," He Lanyu said politely, holding up the basin of water. "The master and madam will be having
breakfast soon, thank you for your trouble."
"Young Madam, you're too kind, it's our duty." Granny Shen waved her hand, a little embarrassed.
"I'll take some hot water to wash the master's face first, you can continue with your work." He Lanyu smiled and said goodbye to them before
leaving the kitchen.
It was a new day.
The exquisitely carved wooden door was gently pushed open, and sunlight streamed in through the crack.
The man on the bed hadn't gotten up yet, seemingly fast asleep.
He Lanyu gently closed the wooden door, placed the basin of water, and tiptoed to the bedside.
She lifted the silk curtain and saw that the handsome man on the bed still had his eyes closed.
"Husband, the rooster crows." He Lanyu gently shook him.
That was her world, her husband—
Bei Chenyang.
Suddenly, a strong hand gripped her arm, pulling her petite body onto the bed. His shirt
opened with the movement, revealing his muscular chest.
He Lanyu was pressed onto the bed by him, her beautiful eyes meeting his slender gaze.
"It's cold, why don't you sleep a little longer?" Bei Chenyang asked in a low, husky voice, pressing down on her.
She forced a smile. "I prepared hot water for my husband."
"Such things can be done by servants. In this weather, we should be more affectionate..."
As Bei Chenyang spoke, his large hand reached for her shirt, quickly and firmly grasping her breast. "I'm leaving the city today to collect debts;
it'll be at least half a month before I return."
"Mmm..." He Lanyu's hands gently rested against his chest. "Husband...you've worked hard."
Her body trembled slightly at his teasing, his large hands seeming to ignite the flames within her
, passionately provoking her.
Gazing at her flushed cheeks, Bei Chenyang's dark eyes flashed. For the two years since their marriage, her behavior had always been so
gentle and appropriate.
In his mind, He Lanyu was gentle and virtuous, knew how to conduct herself, and got along well with her mother-in-law; she was an
impeccable wife.
However, sometimes, when he looked deeply into her eyes, he always felt that she wanted to say something but held back, and that there were many suppressed
emotions within them.
He wanted to lure out her true nature, but she always hid it very well.
For the two years of their marriage, apart from seeing her passion in bed, she was always as gentle as
an orchid in ordinary times.
"Husband..." He Lanyu exhaled softly, her bodice already disheveled by him.
He ignored her resistance, his large hands pulling open her bodice and directly reaching inside her undergarment,
his large hands gently kneading her soft, round breasts.
"Mmm..." She arched her body involuntarily, still sensitive to his touch despite being married for two years
.
He breathed heavily on her face, his large hand gradually moving to her crotch, forcefully pulling
down her panties.
His fingertips unexpectedly pierced her dry vulva, gently teasing her back and forth.
Her body arched slightly from this teasing.
"Husband... no, don't..."
"When have you become so disobedient?" He chuckled, pressing his fingertip against the small round
spot hidden in her labia, gently stroking it.
She bit her lip, his touch always fierce and intense.
"I... I'm afraid my husband will be late..."
"Didn't I say it's still early?" He deliberately stroked her gradually rising clitoris, feeling
the passionate flower secreting fluid.
"Husband..." She turned her face away, biting her lip, unwilling to let her shameful voice escape.
After all, it was already dawn, and a maid would soon come to tidy the room. Hearing her sounds during lovemaking
would be incredibly embarrassing.
"Don't you want me?" His long fingers caressed her already erect nipples, finally opening his mouth to take one into his mouth.
She breathed softly, her body subtly changing; his body heat warmed her skin,
turning her originally pinkish complexion a rosy blush.
"Look, you're all wet, and your nipples are hard..." He lightly teased the buds on her breasts with his tongue, his large hands
gently rubbing her vulva.
Her hands climbed up his neck, turning her face to face him, watching him greedily suckle her nipples,
her limbs beginning to feel a tingling sensation.
"Husband..." Her eyes gradually became hazy, her body responding to his caresses, her legs actively wrapping
around his waist, passionately responding to his teasing.
"That's more like my obedient Lan'er..." Bei Chenyang murmured contentedly. Lan'er was a nickname only he used
, an intimate term between husband and wife.
Her body was ignited by his passion, her love juices flowing freely. She could feel her vulva was already wet,
like a spring of water.
"So, so hot..." she gasped, her face flushed. "Husband, please don't torture me anymore..."
Seeing her shy appearance, his groin was already swollen, erect and pressing against his crotch. He withdrew his long fingers, pulled
down his pants, and deliberately left the hot iron standing erect at the entrance of her vulva.
"Then what do you want to say?" Bei Chenyang raised an eyebrow, his handsome face carrying a hint of wickedness.
Looking at her slightly parted lips and her eyes filled with passion, he deliberately swayed his waist, letting
the hot iron gently glide across her smooth flesh.
"Lan'er wants..." Her fingertips dug into his back, seemingly enduring pain. "Husband...
hurry up and enter my body, I'm so hot, I want it so much..."
"Good Lan'er." He smiled faintly, held his hot, large member, and squeezed it into her vulva.
"Mmm..." she groaned softly as the scalding hot iron filled her tight, narrow passage completely.
She moaned contentedly, letting him thrust against her repeatedly, the hot iron
pounding in and out of her slippery passage.
"Lan'er, your little hole is so tight, so hot..." he whispered, forcefully riding her inside.
"Your little flower hole is the smallest and warmest I've ever felt in my life."
Helan Niu listened to their intimate conversation and couldn't help but respond with passionate instinct. "Husband
...you're making Lan'er feel so good...so good..."
The fierce attack overwhelmed her, stripping her of her usual dignified demeanor. Her clothes were disheveled, her bodice torn open
, revealing half of her white breast.
Her slender right leg still wore her underpants, her legs tightly clamped around his waist.
His thrusts relentlessly pounded into her sensitive spot, again and again, making her cries
grow ever more wanton.
She abandoned her usual upbringing and reserve, letting his unrestrained thrusts bring her to enjoy
the fierce, powerful friction of his hot iron within her passage. Her vaginal walls responded passionately, continuously secreting sweet, sticky fluids, allowing him to penetrate smoothly . 　　However, she was ultimately just a weak woman, unable to withstand his powerful and fierce attacks, and could no longer hold on, begging for mercy
.

"Husband...husband..." she cried out in a daze
, her once neat hair now disheveled. "Mmm...mmm
...ah...I can't take it anymore..."
A feeling as if she were ascending to the clouds quickly climbed up her limbs, causing her legs
to straighten involuntarily, leaving her unable to hold onto his waist.
"Ah—" she let out a high-pitched moan, her fingers tightly gripping the muscles of his back, her whole body limp on the bed
.
Bei Chenyang lifted her buttocks and continued to thrust into her tender flower cave, feeling the abundant sound of water constantly flowing,
he too was on the verge of climax.
"Lan'er, wait for me a little longer..." he gritted his teeth, his swollen, hot iron rapidly entering and exiting the gushing flower cave
.
Not long after, a tingling sensation came from his lumbar spine.
He roared and thrust several times with all his might, finally burying his erect member deep into her flower path
—
his semen gushed from the small opening at the round end, the cloudy liquid mingling with her vaginal fluid, slowly
flowing down her delicate thighs…
The sweet scent in the air hadn’t faded yet, and He Lan Yu’s face still showed signs of weariness, but even though her body ached,
she had to get out of bed.
Her cheeks were flushed with desire, and the feeling of pleasure still lingered within her, but in order not to delay Bei Chen Yang and the old lady’s mealtime
, she hurriedly got up to wash and dress.
Alas, for the past two years, he had always been greedily seeking pleasure, even training her into a little slut, stirring up
the most wanton side of her being.
Thinking of how, during their lovemaking, he would demand that she cry out her body’s needs and actively respond to his
teasing…
just thinking about it made her feel ashamed! He Lan Yu clearly saw
the blush on her cheeks in front of the foreign-style mirror her husband had brought back.
She shook her head, re-combed her hair, soaked a towel in the basin, wrung it out, and then
walked back to the bedside.
"Husband, it's time to wash up." Her voice was soft and gentle; she seemed to have never raised her voice in her life.
Bei Chenyang's robes were still open, revealing his strong chest. He took the wet towel from his wife, wiped his face
a few times, and his eyes remained fixed on her.
After helping him wash his face, she went behind the jade screen with mandarin ducks, took out his clothes, and returned to the bedside, gently dressing
him.
Bei Chenyang was used to her service, so he sat on the bed, watching her every move.
After putting on his outer garment, her slender hands never stopped, skillfully buttoning his clothes.
Her movements were meticulous, until the last button was fastened, then she returned to the dressing table, took out
the gold tiger purse she had embroidered herself, and pinned it to his waist.
She performed these actions quietly, and he quietly enjoyed her service.
For two years, they had lived a life of mutual respect, only revealing their passionate
side in bed.
After tidying Bei Chenyang's clothes, He Lanyu helped him put on socks and then took out
shoes she had skillfully sewn, letting him wear them comfortably.
"Husband, please go to the front hall for breakfast! I think Mother must have gotten up especially early today, since you're going
out of the city to collect debts." She lifted her small face and said gently.
"Mm." Bei Chenyang looked at her beautiful face and brushed his sleeves. "Husband, please go quickly, I'll stay in the room and help you pack your bags." She smiled gently and sat on the edge of the bed watching him. 　　She always strictly followed etiquette, waiting for the elders and her husband to finish their meal before she could sit down
to eat herself . 　　Although she didn't understand who set this rule, the matchmaker had 　　earnestly instructed her two years ago when she stepped into the Beichen family, and she still remembered it to this day. 　　Beichen Yang was already used to her gentleness and her feminine side, and left the room without asking any questions, 　　leaving her to pack his bags alone. 　　She had no complaints, because she, He Lanyu, was— 　　Beichen Yang's wife. 　　Chapter Two 　　In fact, the old lady of Beichen wasn't very good to He Lanyu. 　　The old lady always thought that a more outstanding girl should be worthy of Beichen Yang, and in her mind, she only recognized the original 　　intended marriage prospect, Yao Caining, a wealthy young lady from Qingzhou City. 　　She was the daughter-in-law the old lady had chosen. 　　However, when Beichen Yang went to Fangyuan City to collect debts, he saw He Lanyu once and fell in love with her. The second time, 　　he took it upon himself to find a matchmaker and propose marriage to the He family. 　　This unilateral action left the old lady with no time to refuse, and she could only watch helplessly as her son married He 　　Lanyu. 　　The He family was a once-prosperous but now declining scholarly family. Master He was a teacher, his income coming from teaching, and in his spare time, he would help 　　the villagers write letters, couplets, or wedding and funeral invitations to earn extra money. 　　To put it bluntly, the He family simply didn't have the financial means to prepare a lavish dowry for their daughter. He Lanyu brought 　　only a few simple clothes and a few frequently read books into the Beichen household. 　　Therefore, before she entered the family, the old lady had instructed the matchmaker to repeatedly remind her of various rules and regulations, especially to 　　serve her mother-in-law diligently. 　　She indeed served the old lady obediently, managed Beichen Yang's life well, ensuring he had no 　　worries while away, and also put effort into getting along well with everyone in the household, all to fulfill her duty. 　　However, the old lady's attitude didn't change because of her efforts; instead, she became even more demanding and critical, treating her with increasing 　　severity. 　　When Beichen Yang was in the household, the old lady would put on a kind motherly face, treating her like her own daughter. 　　If you calculate it, Bei Chenyang only spends a maximum of three months a year in the manor; the rest of the time he 　　's out running around. Naturally, he rarely sees how the old lady treats her. 　　But He Lanyu never complains. She always thinks it's because she hasn't done well enough that the old lady is so 　　strict with her. 　　As soon as Bei Chenyang leaves the manor, her status immediately drops from that of a young mistress to almost that of a maid. Besides 　　chopping wood and carrying water, she has to do almost everything else herself. 　　Fortunately, the servants in the manor know that she is kind and gentle by nature, and they try their best to help her behind the scenes.

Helping her with her burdens lightened her load considerably.
However, no one dared to tell Bei Chenyang the truth, fearing it would cause trouble.
Besides, Bei Chenyang seemed indifferent to He Lanyu, assuming she truly had no worries about food or clothing in the manor
, living a comfortable life as a young mistress.
He confidently believed that he married He Lanyu because of her gentle and virtuous personality, thinking she would be a
good wife who could share his burdens.
Therefore, he never worried about her.
He believed she was a clever and quick-witted wife, even so obedient that she had no opinions of her own.
He never doubted that his own mother would mistreat his wife.
Before He Lanyu could even have breakfast, she handed her packed luggage to Bei Chenyang at the carriage.
Her eyes were filled with worry, wondering how long it would take for him to return and whether he would
encounter any trouble on the way.
"The manor is in your hands now," Bei Chenyang said indifferently before getting into the carriage.
She nodded obediently, not forgetting to ask with concern, "Husband, please be careful on your journey."
"I know." Bei Chenyang looked at her worried face and said, "At the earliest, I'll
be back in the manor in half a month."
She bit her lip and murmured, "May I get in the carriage... to give my husband something?"
He paused for a moment, then leaned out of the carriage and scooped her up with one hand, letting her
sit with him inside.
She timidly took out a talisman from her bosom and tied the red thread around his neck.
"This is a talisman I got from the temple; it will ensure your safety wherever you go." She tucked the talisman into his
collar before speaking softly.
"Thank you." Bei Chenyang looked at her shy expression, a slight smile curving his lips.
He wasn't heartless; after two years together, he was sometimes moved by her gentleness.
"And..." she took out another red thread from her sleeve. "This is a 'love knot' I got from the Old Man of the Moon
; it also has the power to keep you safe."
She deftly tied the red thread around his left wrist, perfectly matching the red thread on her right.
He noticed the red thread on her right wrist.
"A woman's thing, tied so delicately on my wrist, doesn't suit me." He stopped her,
forcefully pulling the red thread off.
Helan Yu was stunned, not expecting him to refuse.
"But..." Biting her lip, she hesitated, not daring to reveal that it was
a 'love knot' she had specially obtained for 'eternal love' when she was feeling uneasy.
"Your amulet is enough." He placed the red thread in her palm, noticing that her hand seemed
much thicker than before.
But he didn't suspect anything, simply assuming it was her considerate nature, doing extra work for a servant.
She bit her lip lightly, her eyes pleading.
"Then... let me put the 'love knot' into my husband's purse, so no one will see it, okay?"
Seeing her pitiful look, he couldn't refuse. "Whatever you want."
Hearing this, she finally smiled again and put the red thread into the golden tiger purse she embroidered.
"It's getting late, I should go out." Bei Chenyang picked her up again and helped her out of the carriage.
In that brief moment, she tightly wrapped her arms around his neck, deeply imprinting his masculine aura in her heart.
But as soon as her toes touched the ground, she had to release her hands from his neck, watching him get back into the carriage, the curtains lowering
to conceal his figure.
She could only see his profile through the carriage window, listening to his voice instructing the coachman to set off, without uttering a single
unnecessary word...
until the carriage drove out of the manor, her left hand gently holding the red thread on her right wrist.
The love knot symbolizes the eternal union of husband and wife... and also symbolizes that her heart is bound to him.
Although Bei Chenyang verbally promised to return home in half a month at the earliest,
it was quite normal for him to be away from home for half a year after leaving.
The leaves had all fallen from the branches, and the first snow of the year had fallen; he probably would
n't even be able to make it back for the New Year's Eve reunion.
Today, the old lady invited her favorite Yao Caining to watch a play and then to the mansion for tea and a chat.
"I say, you've been in our Bei Chen family for two years now, why hasn't your belly grown bigger?"
When He Lanyu served some snacks, the old lady again found fault with her and scolded her in front of outsiders.
"Mother, it's my fault for being useless." He Lanyu bit her lip, feeling wronged but still silently enduring it.
"I really don't know what kind of bewitching my son has been under, that he'd willingly marry a poor scholar's daughter."
The old lady said coldly.
"Auntie, please don't be angry." Yao Caining sweetly addressed the old lady as "Auntie," trying to build a closer relationship
. "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings; how can you blame Sister Lanyu for this?"
Having said it outright, Yao Caining had a secret crush on Bei Chenyang. Before he married, she frequently visited the mansion,
hoping to make him remember her.
Yao Caining thought her plan was perfect, that it would leave a deep impression on Bei Chenyang, leading him to propose marriage. She
never expected this man to be so oblivious to her feelings, marrying a woman who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
She was furious; everything she had planned had gone wrong, only benefiting this seemingly obedient but useless Helan
Yu.
"If not her, whose fault is it?" The old lady slammed her cup down in anger. "This woman has been in the family for two years, and not only
has she not brought prosperity to her husband and children, but she's also made Yang'er run around day and night. I really don't know what's the point of marrying such a daughter-in-law!"
"Auntie, at least Sister Lanyu has worked hard managing the household." Yao Caining was sweet-looking and spoke sweetly
; although she was jealous of Helan Yu, she didn't directly slander her.
"There are so many servants in the manor, what use is she, a useless good-for-nothing?" the old lady scolded mercilessly
.
Helan Niu bit her lip tightly, her eyes reddening, but she wouldn't let the tears fall.
"Look at her, she's already about to cry after just a few words. I really don't know what sins I've committed to let this
crybaby into the house, she's making me feel so unlucky!" The old lady angrily picked up her cane and swung it at Helan Yu.
She neither dodged nor blocked, letting the cane strike her arm solidly.
"Oh dear, Auntie, don't upset yourself!" Yao Caining hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over. "Sister Lanyu,
you should go down first. Don't let Auntie continue to be angry. I'll calm her down here." "
Miss Yao, I'm sorry to trouble you." He Lanyu, having endured the pain, knew that the old lady would find her annoying
, so she had no choice but to retreat helplessly.
"Look at that woman, she even looks like I've abused her..." The old lady cursed angrily until
He Lanjue's body disappeared.
"Auntie, don't be like that!" Yao Caining gently patted the old lady's chest. "How can you dislike your own
daughter-in-law so much?"
"I don't acknowledge her as my daughter-in-law!" The old lady rolled her eyes in anger. "I only recognize Ning'er
as my wife. If it weren't for her meddling, you would definitely be the wife I cherish today. It's just a pity that
Yang'er is married. I wanted to take you as a concubine but couldn't bear to wrong you, which is why I'm so angry today."
Yao Caining was secretly delighted upon hearing this.
"Actually... Ning'er also thought she could marry into the manor and become a concubine's wife." She feigned helplessness
. "It's just a pity that Ning'er and Brother Beichen are destined to be apart in this life..."
"No, I must find a way to drive He Lanyu out of the manor." The old lady felt sorry for Yao Caining and made a decision.
"Get this settled before the New Year, make Yang'er give up on her, and then marry you."
"This..." Yao Caining hesitated, glanced at the old lady, and said softly, "Ning'er feels that breaking up a
couple doesn't seem right! Besides, getting Brother Beichen to write a letter of divorce is not an easy thing...
"
The old lady frowned, seemingly also finding it difficult.
"Just thinking about that sour face makes me furious." The old lady, still angry, narrowed her eyes, seemingly
thinking of something else. "Right, didn't we go to the opera today? This gave me an idea...
"
"What did you think of, Aunt?" Yao Caining asked, tilting her head in confusion.
"Getting Yang'er to write a letter of divorce isn't difficult..."
The old lady sneered, whispering in Yao Caining's ear.
Seven days later.
The snow was particularly heavy tonight.
A thick layer of white snow covered the ground, and the glazed tiles were also covered with silver frost.
He Lanyu seemed especially happy tonight because on this cold morning, she received
a letter from Bei Chenyang.
So she prepared her writing materials, ready to reply to him, to let him know that everything was well at home.
Actually, what she really wanted to write was—
she missed him.
Even though the old lady treated her badly, she would never write it down, but she couldn't hide her longing for him
.
She wanted to ask him if he had worn enough clothes in the cold weather, if he had eaten on time when he was hungry…
Even these trivial matters, she wanted to remind him, afraid that he would forget to take care of himself because of work.
She picked up her wolf-hair brush and dipped it in ink.
The brush tip had just touched the paper when the door was suddenly kicked open with a bang, and a masked man forced his way into
the room.
“Who are you?” He Lanyu put down her brush and looked at him warily.
The man didn’t speak, but walked directly to her, grabbed her, and then took out a handkerchief to cover her
mouth and nose.
When she breathed, a pungent smell rushed into her lungs, making it impossible for her to breathe. Her eyes rolled back, and she immediately
fainted.
The man then placed her on the bed and began to undress her, leaving her only in her undergarments and underwear
.
While she lay unconscious on the bed, the masked man slipped out again, and a little later, carried in another
man who was also unconscious.
Using the same trick, he removed the unconscious man’s outer garment and placed him next to her.
The two men's shoes were neatly arranged in front of the bed. The masked man untied the bed curtains, letting them hang low to conceal their figures
.
"Is it done?" the old lady appeared at the door, asking coldly.
"It's done," the masked man replied softly.
The old lady stepped into the room, lifted the bed curtains, and saw the two sleeping side by side. She chuckled softly.
She walked around the table and saw the letter Bei Chenyang had written to He Lanyu. She narrowed her eyes and put the letter away.
Because she wanted He Lanyu to have no room to resist and leave the Bei Chen family without giving up.
That way, when her son returned home, he could follow her arrangements and marry Yao Caining, whom she favored
.
In fact, all the letters He Lanyu had written to Bei Chenyang over the past two years had been intercepted by the old lady and had not actually reached
Bei Chenyang's hands.
She was afraid that her son would find out about her mistreatment of her daughter-in-law, so she simply went all the way and bribed
spies to intercept He Lanyu's letters one by one.
This led Bei Chenyang to believe that He Lanyu didn't care about his situation at all, and although the couple
longed for each other from afar, they couldn't know each other's feelings.
Over time, his letters always contained only a faint "...all is well."
Each time, He Lanyu was somewhat disappointed, thinking he didn't care about her...
but she didn't give up, and every word she wrote was filled with longing for him.
However, all her heartfelt expressions were in vain; the old lady was the biggest
obstacle between them.
Tonight, the old lady made up her mind to use any means necessary to drive He Lanyu out of the mansion, ensuring she would never
see Bei Chenyang again.
A poor woman was of no benefit to the Bei Chen family; such women were commonplace and nothing to be
desired.
Only a girl like Yao Caining, born into a wealthy family, even if she was a good-for-nothing heiress
, would at least have a considerable dowry.
To the materialistic old lady, this was the primary choice for a daughter-in-law in the Bei Chen family.
So, she bribed a江湖人 (jianghu person, a person who operates within the martial arts world) to drug He Lanyu, and then
knocked out a temporary worker she had recently hired, sending him to share a bed with He Lanyu.
They estimated that the two would wake up together around dawn.
At that time…
" Heh heh," the old lady chuckled smugly.
She could use the pretext of infidelity to drive this disliked Helan Yu out of the house, and make the whole of Qingzhou City
aware of her indiscretion!
"Now we just wait until dawn, when they wake up." A deep calculation lurked in the old lady's eyes. "Let's go out
!"
The masked man and the old lady stepped out of the room together, closing the door behind them.
"The matter is settled. Where are the silver notes you promised me?" the masked man asked in a low voice.
"Here." The old lady took out a stack of silver notes from her sleeve and instructed, "Payment settled. Don't show your face
in Beichen Mansion again."
"A despicable act, only done once." The masked man sneered, pocketed the silver notes, and then lightly leaped
onto the roof, disappearing into the snowy night.
The old lady thought she had gotten away with it, but when she turned around, she saw a maidservant trembling not far away, trying to run away
but her legs too weak to move.
"You!" she pointed at the maidservant. "I recognize you, Cuiying."
"M-Madam..."
"You're the maid who just signed the indenture." The old lady narrowed her eyes, her voice cold. "If you dare to
leak out what happened tonight, I'll sell you to a brothel. Do you understand?"
"Cuiying, Cuiying understands..." The maid trembled, stammering.
From today onwards, you'll be assigned to serve me. I have to keep a close eye on your mouth. "The old lady coldly commanded
. If you dare to let slip even a whisper, I'll tear your mouth apart!
Chapter Three
"Ah—" A scream shattered the morning silence.
Helan Yu, still asleep, felt her long eyelashes flutter slightly at the piercing scream.
"It's terrible! There's a man in the young mistress's room—" The maid screamed as she ran out of the room,
shouting incessantly in the corridor.
Of course, this maid was Cuiying, who had witnessed everything the night before. For the sake of her future,
she had no choice but to become a pawn in the old lady's hands.
"It hurts..." Helan Yu opened her eyes, her temples throbbing with pain.
What happened to her? Last night… she remembered she was about to write a letter to her husband when a masked man suddenly barged
into her room…
“Ah!” She was shocked to find a strange man beside her. Looking down, she realized she was disheveled
, and the man was almost naked as well!
Panicked, she hurriedly scrambled out of bed, grabbed her clothes, and tried to run out of the room before she was fully dressed.
But as soon as she reached the door, she saw the old lady leading a group of servants blocking her way.
“Mother…” she cried, tears welling in her eyes.
But before she could finish her sentence, the old lady slapped her hard across the face.
“You wretched hussy!” The old lady’s expression was extremely ugly. "Yang'er has only been gone from the manor for a short time, and you've already
brazenly brought a man to bed!"
"No, no!" She shook her head, trying to explain, "Last night I was going to write a letter to my husband, but a man
suddenly barged into the room. He covered my face with a handkerchief, and then I lost consciousness..."
"Enough nonsense!" The old lady glared at her. "Afu, go see if there's a man in her bed?"
Although the steward looked hesitant, he obeyed and went forward, pulling up the bed curtains—sure enough, there was a man sleeping on the bed
.
"Reporting to the old lady, there is indeed a strange man lying in the young mistress's bed." The steward reported the truth.
"No, no, that's not how it is..." He Lanyu wanted to explain again, but was slapped by the old lady.
"Disgracing the family! What did your parents teach you?" The old lady raised her cane and struck her hard.
"Guards! Throw this wretched woman out! Don't let her set foot in this mansion again!"
The servants beside her dared not disobey, lifting Helan Yu up and dragging her towards the door.
"Mother—it's not like that! I didn't, I didn't..." she cried out. "Lan Yu isn't that kind of woman
. Lan Yu is devoted to her husband and wouldn't do anything shameful..."
"Your lover is in your bed, and you still want to deny it?" The old lady looked at her coldly, without a trace of pity.
"Mother, I really don't know! You have to believe me—"
"You must be holding a grudge against me. You're not even pregnant, yet you've already hooked up with another man." The old lady,
supported by a maid, followed behind, wanting to watch her being driven out of the mansion.
"I didn't, I didn't—" Helan Yu shook her head repeatedly.
"Do you think I'm old and blind?" The old lady stood at the gate, watching her disheveled state being abandoned
outside.
"Mother, I really don't know!" Helan Yu cried, tears streaming down her face, trying to clear her name. "If
you don't believe me, you can have the man inside confront me, and—"
"Confront what?" The old lady glared at her viciously. "Last night, a maid saw that man sneaking
in with you. There's witness testimony and physical evidence. You still want to deny it?"
"I won't accept it, I won't accept it—" she cried out, looking desolate and helpless in the snow.
"Cuiying, tell that slut what you saw and heard last night?" the old lady ordered
the maid beside her.
Cuiying lowered her head, not daring to look at Helan Yu's crying face, and stammered, "This servant... this servant passed
by the young mistress's door last night and heard her laughing and joking with a man, saying... saying that her husband wasn't here, and she could finally
meet her lover..."
"Cuiying, I have no grudge against you, why are you defaming my innocence?" Helan Yu knelt down and
grabbed Cuiying's skirt. "I beg you, tell everyone the truth—"
"This servant...everything I said is the truth..." Cuiying turned her face away, not daring to look her in the eye.
"Then why don't you dare look at me?" Helan Yu's pitiful expression moved the servants, but none of
them dared to speak.
After all, just as the old lady said, there were witnesses and physical evidence, and the young mistress had no way to defend herself!
"Close the gate." The old lady coldly ordered.
"Mother—" Helan Yu lay on the stone steps, unwilling to leave.
"From now on, you are no longer a daughter-in-law of our Beichen family." Before the vermilion gate closed, the old lady
left only these words.
"I won't leave! Unless... even my husband doesn't believe me!" He Lanyu knelt at the gate, letting the snow
pile up on her shoulders.
"Don't worry, I'll teach Yang'er to write a letter of divorce, so you'll give up on me completely!"
These were the last words the old lady said to her.
He Lanyu had been kneeling at the gate of Beichen Mansion for three days and three nights.
Her small face was almost frozen by the snow, but she persisted, ignoring the comments of passersby.
Although the servants in the mansion wanted to plead for her, the old lady had already warned that anyone who pleaded for her
would be thrown out.
So, no one dared to speak up for her anymore, only secretly bringing her some hot food.
But how could she eat? She didn't even dare to close her eyes, only begging the old lady to let her into the mansion.
She didn't want to be so spineless, but if she left, it would be an admission of wrongdoing, and she didn't want to bear such a
fabricated accusation.
Even if she had to kneel at the door, it didn't matter, as long as Bei Chenyang returned to the manor, he would surely believe her sincerity
…
That day, Yao Caining arrived at the Bei Chen manor. Seeing He Lanyu kneeling at the gate, kowtowing and begging for help upon seeing her
, she showed no pity and went straight inside.
Not long after, Yao Caining emerged from the Bei Chen manor gate with a letter, approaching He Lanyu and handing
her the envelope.
“This is what the old lady asked me to give you.”
He Lanyu’s hands trembled, white breath escaped her lips, and her face was flushed. When she received the letter, she almost
fainted.
On the envelope, in strong, familiar handwriting, were two words—
a letter of divorce.
It was Bei Chenyang’s handwriting; she recognized it.
But she couldn’t believe that her devoted husband hadn’t returned to support her, to hear her explanation
, but had only given her a letter of divorce…
She didn’t bother to open the letter to read it, because tears blurred her vision.
"Brother Beichen wrote another letter to Aunt. He said he would leave this matter entirely to Aunt. As for your
request, Brother Beichen has fulfilled it, personally writing you a letter of divorce. So please stop making things difficult for everyone and
leave Beichen Mansion as soon as possible!" Yao Caining said softly.
"Why..." He Lanyu's lips were frozen and bloodless, her empty eyes staring blankly at Yao Caining.
"Why doesn't anyone believe me?"
"Go!" Yao Caining winked at the maid behind her. "Aunt specially ordered someone to pack your
luggage, with some travel money for you to go home."
"In this situation... how can I face going home?" She felt as if the heavens and earth had collapsed. Where to go was not
the question, but where should her abandoned heart go?
"Then don't go back." Yao Caining murmured. "Because Brother Beichen also sent a message to your parents, telling
them everything that happened here... So, going back to your hometown wouldn't be good for your parents either."
Helanzi looked at Yao Caining in disbelief. "My husband... really did he do something so resolute?"
Yao Caining nodded. "Brother Beichen trusted you so much, but you did something like this, making him lose face.
So you shouldn't go back to Fangyuan City. After leaving Qingzhou City, find a place where no one knows you and live there.
It will be good for both the He family and the Beichen family. Just let everyone think you're dead."
Just let everyone think you're dead...
These words kept echoing in Helanzi's ears.
She lay on the snow, feeling the chill seep into her bones.
"Don't be so sad, you're still young," Yao Caining comforted her hypocritically, "
It's not that hard to find someone else to marry."
Find someone else to marry?
How easy! From the first moment she saw Beichen Yang, her heart was completely devoted to him. For two years since marrying him, although they were usually respectful to each other, she could always feel 　　his passion
when they were intimate … 　　She thought that if she had just a little more time, she could bridge the distance between them; if she had just a little more 　　time, she could win the old lady's favor; if she had just a little more time, she could bear a son for Bei Chenyang 　　; if she had just a little more time, she could… 　　But no one wanted to give her time, only hoping that she would leave the Bei Chen family as soon as possible, as if 　　they found it annoying to stay even a moment longer. 　　Was that so? 　　Did even Bei Chenyang think so? 　　Did he also see her, his wife with whom he had bowed to heaven and earth and drunk the nuptial wine, in the same way? 　　“I want to see him…” He Lanyu murmured weakly. 　　“Don’t be silly. If Brother Bei Chen wanted to see you, would you only have a letter of divorce in your hands today?” 　　Yao Caining’s voice was devoid of warmth. 　　He Lanyu’s heart felt like it had been slashed by a knife, bleeding continuously. 　　One drop, another, and another… tears streamed down her face, a poignant testament to her 　　sorrow. 　　She could endure any amount of pain, but the fact that Bei Chenyang refused to see her suffering was 　　unbearable… 　　Since falling in love with him, she had never cried. 　　But today, his heartlessness had shattered her completely… 　　Her sincerity, trampled and discarded, left her with only a letter of divorce. 　　“What am I to him?” He Lanyu stared blankly at the ground, her eyes vacant. 　　Yao Caining scoffed. “Go! Even if you’re going to die, don’t die here, bringing bad luck to Brother Bei Chen. 　　You don’t want to drag everyone down with you after you die, do you?” 　　Yao Caining tossed her bundle in front of He Lanyu, then entered the mansion with her personal maid, the vermilion gate closing behind them. 　　He Lanyu lay prone on the snow, the surrounding cold freezing her face and body, but she 　　felt no cold at all. 　　Compared to the coldness in her heart, all other forms of coldness seemed insignificant. 　　She stumbled to her feet, the immense injustice weighing on her, leaving her mind blank. She 　　walked aimlessly through the snow-covered streets… 　　There was no longer any warm embrace she could lean on. 　　Bei Chenyang, once her everything, her everything— 　　no longer wanted her.

Outside Qingzhou City.
"How pitiful." A girl with a face as red as an apple, her petite body wrapped in a warm mink cloak,
said with pity.
Behind her, a tall man in white, wearing a white fox fur cloak, held an oil-paper umbrella
to shield her from the wind and snow.
His face was also red from the wind and snow, and his eyes, sparkling like stars, were fixed on
the person on the ground.
The wind and snow almost covered half of the girl's body; she lay motionless on the ground, even her
long eyelashes were covered with frost.
"Hey." The petite girl turned and called to the man in white. "Go check her breathing, see if she's dead
?"
The man glanced at her with his cold eyes, as if annoyed by her meddling, without moving.
"Go check!" The girl glared at him. Why was this man so disobedient?
"What if I check?" the man in white asked indifferently. "You don't mean you want to save her, do you?"
"Hmm..." The girl hesitated, looking quite uncertain.
The man in white snorted, having already guessed her thoughts.
"That's why I wanted you to check her breathing! Aren't you annoying? Hurry up and go!" she whispered impatiently,
giving him another glare.
The man in white sighed, handed her the paper umbrella, and walked to the girl lying on the ground.
He placed his large hand on her nose—
"Alive." He gave the answer.
"Alive?" Her eyes lit up, and she hurriedly walked through the snow to the girl's side.
Her soft little hand touched the unconscious girl, and sure enough, there was still a faint warmth, causing
a smile to bloom on her face.
"Hey, hey!" Her soft little hand patted the unconscious girl's face, trying to wake her.
This lovely girl lying in the snow was He Lanyu, who had left Qingzhou City in a daze.
After leaving the gates of Beichen Mansion with a broken heart, she found herself with nowhere to go.
Yao Caining was right. If she went back to Fangyuan City, she would only bring shame to her parents.
She couldn't stay in Beichen Prefecture, nor could she go back to her parents' home…
So she wandered aimlessly, leaving Qingzhou City, leaving the place she cherished most.
Her heart had no one to shelter it anymore.
When she collapsed on the snow, exhausted, she thought—
it would be better to freeze to death like this.
She didn't want to open her eyes, because if she did, tears would uncontrollably stream down her face…
falling and falling.
Her heart shattered into pieces,
like snowflakes in the wind, piling up thickly, each a testament to her sorrow and grief.
If all of this was a nightmare, then don't let her wake up…
"I know you are conscious," the girl's soft voice whispered in Helan Yu's ear.
No, don't save her…
"I saved you from the clutches of Yama, and from now on, your life is mine! Do you understand?"
No, let her die peacefully like this, please don't save her…
The girl's voice echoed in her ears, but she refused to open her eyes.
"Hey, give her your cloak!" The girl stood up and pointed to the white fox
fur cloak on the man in white.
"You're quite the boss." The man in white curled his lip and took off his cloak, draping it over Helan Yu.
"Don't...don't save...me..." Helan Yu felt a pair of strong arms lift her up and couldn't help
but murmur softly. "Don't save..."
"What?" The girl frowned, unable to hear her murmur.
"She said don't save her." The man in white said.
"Why?" The girl frowned in confusion and asked him.
"Ask her!" The man in white answered impatiently. How would he know the answer?
"Let...let me die..." Helan Yu's eyelashes remained tightly closed, her lips, frozen and bloodless
, trembled slightly as she expressed her desire to die.
"Dream on!" The spoiled girl growled unhappily. "No one has ever dared to order me around in my
life! You won't let me save you, but I'll save you anyway!"
"No..."
"I'll save you anyway!"
He Lanyu murmured, finally fainting in the arms of the man in white.
Her whole body was pale and stiff from the wind and snow, her right wrist hanging limply, revealing a red love knot, the bright silk thread
forming a stark contrast with her snow-white skin.
A love knot, a symbol of husband and wife united...
Now, it's all just a dream.
Chapter Four:
The Divorced Wife of a Wealthy Merchant 2
I thought my heart was still and unmoved
, but your deep gaze
was like a boulder thrown into a lake, stirring up a raging storm.
Two years later, spring.
Fengtian City, as prosperous as ever.
The difference is that the Dragon and Phoenix Teahouse, which opened two years ago, is now the largest teahouse in the city.
Surprisingly, the owner of the Dragon and Phoenix Teahouse is a young woman, not very old, but
everyone who has seen her is stunned by her deep and worldly eyes, especially the aura she exudes
, which makes people dare not offend her.
The teahouse employed two managers. One was a pretty young woman, her appearance delicate and flawless,
even her voice soft and gentle.
However, she was meticulous and shrewd when it came to calculating, never shortchanging a single penny.
The other manager always wore white; his handsome face was fair and refined, but his expression was always stern, and no
one had ever seen him smile.
The head chef, on the other hand, was burly and broad-shouldered, with a full beard, revealing only a pair of cold eyes;
his true appearance was completely obscured.
Besides these memorable figures, it was said that the teahouse also had several highly skilled bodyguards who
rarely showed themselves.
Even more remarkably, the teahouse owner had signed a contract with the owner of the Moon Chant Pavilion in the south of the city, inviting their famous
singers and dancers to perform. With
such a lineup, it's no wonder that after opening, countless people were scrambling to get into the Dragon and Phoenix Teahouse, and there was no shortage of such talent.
Some dared to look down on the owner of this teahouse.
Because Fengtian City was a hub of commerce, with a wide variety of goods, its annual market fair attracted
merchants not only from all over the country but also from foreign lands beyond the borders, making
business booming for all kinds of shops in the city.
In early spring, the Longfeng Teahouse was bustling with activity.
*Clatter, clatter, clatter*
—delicate hands manipulated the ivory beads of the abacus, checking the accounts.
The Longfeng Teahouse was always busy, and of course, something different happened every day—
a customer dressed in a tea-colored robe had just stepped across the threshold when he heard the sound of shattering cups and plates.
"Pah!" A wealthy young man spat his tea onto the broken porcelain cup. "How dare you serve such awful tea
?"
"Sir..." the waiter bowed, his face grim. "If you smash a cup like this, I
'll have a hard time explaining to my master."
"How much is the cup worth?" The playboy took out a silver ingot from his sleeve and placed it ostentatiously on the table.
"Our master uses the finest celadon pottery from Jingdezhen. Each cup is made with meticulous care,
taking at least a month or two..."
He added three more silver coins. "Is this enough?"
The waiter frowned and ran towards the counter. "Second Manager, how much is the cup?"
A girl, diligently working on an abacus, her full forehead hidden by her black hair, her small face half-
covered by her hair,
wrote a number in the ledger. With a flick of her slender hand, she first put the abacus beads back in place, then
started calculating again. The clear sound of her calculations echoed in the teahouse.
"Just one cup will cost twenty taels." Her voice was soft and delicate, like the finest goose down,
gently caressing him.
Then, that small face finally lifted up. She took out another golden abacus, about the size of her palm, and went to
the table of the customer who had caused the disturbance. Right in front of him, she started calculating with the abacus.
"Top-grade Biluochun tea, wontons with colorful shrimp, freshly stir-fried vegetables..." The abacus calculations were precise and fast, leaving everyone
dumbfounded. "Add twenty taels, and the total is thirty-five taels of silver."
"Thirty-five taels for a meal? This is clearly a rip-off!"
The clueless young master of the Chen family, enraged, overturned the table, scattering soup, dishes, and utensils all
over the floor.
She calculated a few more beads. "Now it's one hundred and fifty taels."
"Hmph, I'm not paying for this meal! Call your boss out!" he yelled, attracting the attention of the other customers
.
"What's all the noise about?" A delicate, clear voice rang out.
A young woman dressed in a peach-colored dress, with a golden hairpin in her hair, holding a round fan,
and wearing phoenix-embroidered shoes, descended from the second floor.
"Boss..." the waiter stammered, looking like someone was about to suffer a terrible fate.
"Didn't I say the customer is always right?" A man with a blank expression followed behind the girl,
a long sword at his waist, looking quite intimidating. "Yes, it's just that your servants are ignorant." The young master of the Chen family 　　grinned lewdly
as soon as the mistress of the Dragon and Phoenix Teahouse appeared . 　　The mistress of the teahouse was named Hua Tilu, and she was beautiful, with a pair of slightly upturned peach blossom eyes that were very charming, 　　but her gaze always seemed worldly and unfathomable. 　　She smiled and walked gracefully to the young master of the Chen family. 　　"It's alright, for the sake of the beauty... I won't hold it against you." As he spoke, his lewd hand was about to touch 　　Hua Tilu's soft, white hand. 　　"But, here I am the boss." 　　Her soft, white hand clenched into a fist and struck the young master of the Chen family's eye socket quickly and accurately, making him cover his right eye in pain. 　　"Throw him out. If he ever sets foot in this teahouse again, break his legs 　　. Even if the King of Heaven himself begs for mercy, it won't do him any good," Hua Tilu said coldly, then turned to the young female shopkeeper. "Shopkeeper Lan, 　　don't shortchange him on the 150 taels. Have the waiter go to the Chen family to collect the debt." 　　"Yes," a soft, delicate voice escaped her lips, her exquisitely beautiful, fair face remaining expressionless 　　. 　　The man in tea clothes, who had been watching from the doorway, stared intently at Shopkeeper Lan, his body motionless. 　　It was her! He never expected to meet her in Fengtian City… 　　"Sir, I apologize for the spectacle. Please come in," the waiter greeted with a smile. 　　In that instant, Hua Tilu glanced at the man in tea clothes before going upstairs again. 　　Shopkeeper Lan, following behind her, also subconsciously glanced at him as she passed by. 　　Their eyes met— 　　her breath caught in her throat. She had never imagined she would encounter him in Fengtian City! 　　Two years later, they met again in a foreign land— 　　Bei Chenyang and He Lanyu. 　　Two years had passed, and he hadn't changed much. 　　He still had that handsome, expressionless face, but now his eyes were clouded with deep sorrow. 　　The moment their eyes met, his gaze was filled with surprise, even a hint of fervor. 　　Why? 　　Why, after two years, could she still read the thoughts in his eyes? He 　　Lanyu feigned indifference and returned to behind the counter, but her chest heaved. 　　She thought that seeing this man again would no longer stir her heart; she could view the world with detachment, 　　and no one could move her heartstrings anymore. 　　But Bei Chenyang had done it so easily. 　　His single, deep glance had ripped open her heart again—why was he looking at her with such fervent eyes 　　? Now, Bei Chenyang's eyes were fixed on her, watching her every move, 　　his gaze never leaving her 　　since he recognized her . 　　At this moment, their hearts were once again tightly bound to each other. 　　Bei Chenyang sat in the seat closest to the counter, his deep eyes scrutinizing her. He noticed her once full 　　face was now much thinner, and her already slender body had become even more gaunt. 　　It seemed she hadn't been doing well these past two years…

Two years ago, he returned from collecting debts out of town to find his mother weeping and wailing, saying that his wife
had run off with her lover and a considerable sum of money.
He initially didn't believe it, but after questioning everyone in the household, they all said they had seen a
man in the young mistress's bed.
Finally, he went to Fangyuan City, intending to ask her family for clarification, but the He family locked
their gates as soon as they heard of his visit, refusing to see him, only sending him a message—"
Our daughter has disgraced the family; consider her dead!"
For the past two years, everyone had told him that He Lanyu had cheated on him…
He didn't believe it; he still believed in her.
But she hadn't sent a single letter or a single message, which gradually made him begin to believe what people said.
She truly didn't love him, so she chose to leave him.
Then… why did she put the love knot in his purse before leaving?
Many questions, many doubts, remained unanswered. Tragically, he couldn't even see her once
, and had no idea whether she was alive or dead.
Now, he'd actually run into her at a teahouse in Fengtian City!
Bei Chenyang left his seat and went to the counter.
Sensing his approach, He Lanyu trembled slightly. Why was she so nervous? He was the one who wrote
the letter of divorce, rejecting her.
"I need lodging." Bei Chenyang took out a silver note from his sleeve.
"How long do you intend to stay, sir?" She didn't straighten her face, only asking in a trembling voice.
"Until you look me in the eye." His voice was deep and pleasant, yet brimming with domineering power.
And he was waiting for He Lanyu to look up at him.
She put down the ink brush she had been gripping, took a deep breath of fresh air, and then looked up at him.
Their dark eyes met, her pink lips stubbornly closed, her clear eyes filled with deep resentment.
She truly didn't understand why he could act as if nothing had happened, facing her with such calmness
?
Or was it that she was the only one too attached to the past memories, never having forgotten him?
Two years ago, when she collapsed in the snow, she resolutely wanted to die, unwilling to open her eyes and live on in this world again,
just so she wouldn't see him again.
But her master, Hua Tilu, always kept her word, snatched her back from the jaws of death, and then put
her in charge of the Dragon and Phoenix Teahouse as manager.
These days, she neither laughed nor cried; except for dealing with acquaintances, she was practically a walking corpse
.
Even though two years had passed, the cruelty deeply ingrained in her mind still lingered.
So, she didn't forget, but she didn't want to.
There was nothing to think about.
But today, this man stood alive before her again, speaking to her in his usual tone, as if everything
was calm and serene, and he had only been away from her for two years…
He Lanyu forced herself to suppress the surging emotions and asked calmly, “What kind of elegant room would you like, sir? For a little extra
money, we can get you a quieter room. I'll have the waiter show you around…”
“I only want you.” His gaze fixed on her, his words carrying a double meaning.
She pursed her lips, stepped out from behind the counter, and casually picked up a golden abacus.
"How many days do you plan to stay, sir? Would you like a quiet private room?" With her back to him, she walked towards the back of the teahouse
.
Bei Chenyang followed her, not wanting to embarrass her in the crowded teahouse lobby.
Two years had passed, and he had many questions for her…
He Lanyu led Bei Chenyang to a private room. Green bamboo grew in a small open space beside it,
rustling softly in the breeze.
She pushed open the exquisitely carved wooden door and led him into the clean and elegant room.
"Sir, what do you think of this room?" With her back to Bei Chenyang, her eyes fixed on the golden abacus in her hand
. "Our teahouse includes room and board, seven taels a day. If you stay for more than fifteen days, we'll give you a discount,
eighty taels."
She adjusted the abacus, calculating shrewdly, her words formulaic.
Bei Chenyang lost his patience, slamming the wooden door shut and staring coldly at her.
"Is this how you treat your husband?" He raised an eyebrow, looking at his wife.
Despite the widespread rumors of her infidelity in Qingzhou City, he refused to believe it.
Yet today, seeing her, he noticed a stark contrast to her former gentle and virtuous self—she was noticeably colder and more guarded—
she wouldn't even look him in the eye. Was that it?
"We have nothing to do with each other anymore," she said coldly. "You are no longer my husband."
Don't forget, he was the one who divorced her. She didn't want to leave, but he forced her to!
Bei Chenyang's blood boiled. How could she utter such heartless words today?
He strode forward, pulling her into his arms, gazing into her cold, starry eyes, and discovering
a resentment he had never seen before.
In his memory, she was always like a beautiful orchid, radiating vibrant life, but the Helan
Yu before him was utterly devoid of vitality.
"Even if your heart isn't with me, until I divorce you, you're still my wife!"
He said through gritted teeth, his heart aching at the thought of her being with another man.
"You really have a bad memory." He Lanyu pushed him away forcefully, her cold eyes devoid of emotion,
yet her heart betrayed her will, stirred by his words.
"What do you mean?" Bei Chenyang frowned.
What did he want? Did he have to dig up her embarrassment and see her suffer before he was satisfied? He Lanyu pursed
her lips, silent, her brows furrowing.
"Why won't you speak?" He furrowed his handsome, dark brows, asking softly.
She glanced at him resentfully, not understanding why he could still be angry with her.
"Two years ago you didn't believe me, and two years later, I... have nothing to say to you." She turned her face away,
not wanting to see him again and stir up ripples in her heart.
"Is it that you can't find a reason to explain, or that you think you're not wrong?" He didn't know the cause and effect of the matter
, and she was unwilling to explain further. To him, it seemed that she had already admitted her guilt.
"I've done nothing wrong from beginning to end." He Lanyu looked at him proudly, her eyes shining with an undeniable light.
"I've been married to you for two years, and I've never done anything to betray you."
"Then why did you leave our home?" Bei Chenyang grabbed her right wrist, noticing
a red thread tied to it.
He remembered that red thread; it was called a love knot.
It was part of their conversation during their last meeting.
Seeing his gaze fixed on her right wrist, she couldn't help but pull her hand back.
His words, "our home," stirred her emotions.
Was that truly their home?
Didn't he seem indifferent without her?
Two years of marriage weren't enough for him to personally hand her a letter of divorce, or even just hear an explanation from her…
"
You forced me to leave." With those words, she tried to escape his grasp.
Bei Chenyang quickly pulled her back into his arms, holding her tightly.
Two years later, he had finally found her; he would never let go of her again.
This beautiful orchid would never disappear from his life again!
Chapter Five
Although Bei Chenyang didn't want the most precious orchid in his life to disappear again, He Lanyu still fled from his
sight.
She rejected his embrace, refused to let him intrude into her life again.
She shouldn't let him stir her cold heartstrings again.
But Bei Chenyang seemed determined, insisting on staying at the Dragon and Phoenix Teahouse.
He forgot that his purpose in coming to Fengtian City was to collect debts, and he forgot that he still had to take inventory… He could forget everything else
, but he just couldn't forget her again.
It turned out that he cared so much about He Lanyu.
If he hadn't cared, he wouldn't have been in such a hurry to marry her when he saw her in Fangyuan City.
However, he had never realized his own feelings, confidently believing that she would never leave him, that she would
always be cherished in his heart.
But he was terribly wrong; she was not an orchid, but a woman with thoughts and emotions.
If she wanted to blame him for neglecting her for so long, she could angrily yell at him, scold him, or even hit him—anything
but this.
For nearly ten days at the Dragon and Phoenix Teahouse, He Lanyu had completely ignored him.
During the day, she was busy with the teahouse, having no free time for him; at night, after returning to her room, she
would lock herself inside, refusing to see anyone.
Being shut out by her every day, both physically and emotionally, Bei Chenyang was growing impatient.
He thought back to how gentle and obedient she used to be; now she was completely different.
In the past few days, he had heard some things about her.
She hadn't run away with her lover as the people of Qingzhou City had rumored; she had come to Fengtian City alone
.
A pile of mysteries and doubts churned in his mind day after day, and he could no longer contain himself; he decided
to find out everything.
After much effort, he finally bribed the waiter in the teahouse, only to learn that she was
one of the managers that Hua Tilu had specially brought in when the teahouse first opened two years ago. He'd heard that Hua Tilu had saved her life, which was why she was willing
to work at the teahouse in exchange for it.
Why? He didn't understand.
Bei Chenyang sat in his usual spot not far from the counter, his deep black eyes fixed on her as she intently
calculated the numbers on the abacus.
He had always thought she didn't know how to manage household affairs and was clumsy with bookkeeping, but he hadn't expected her
to be so fast and accurate with the abacus.
In his memory, she had always been weak and helpless, but in the Dragon and Phoenix Teahouse, he seemed to see a completely
new He Lanyu.
She was no longer a weak, indecisive orchid, but a resilient wild orchid, blooming with her
vitality in the teahouse.
As he stared at her intently, his eyes caught sight of the white-clad man beside her, intimately discussing
the numbers in the ledger with her.
When the white-clad man's large hand touched the back of her hand, Bei Chenyang's eyes almost blazed with fire, and
the cup he held in his hand gradually cracked.
"If the cup breaks, you'll have to pay for it." A delicate voice rang out from the table
next to him. He snapped out of his daze and looked up to see a sweet, round face leisurely eating sunflower seeds.
"However, there's a rule in my teahouse." The sweet face smiled at him and tossed him the sunflower seed shells. "
If I don't like someone, everything will be doubled in price."
Bei Chenyang recognized the girl; she was the owner of the teahouse—Hua Tilu.
Hua Tilu looked at him with a pair of worldly and profound beautiful eyes. "What, you have a problem with that?"
"You saved Lan'er two years ago." He didn't mince words; he had long wanted to talk to Hua Tilu. "
What happened to her back then?"
"Tsk!" Hua Tilu put down the sunflower seeds in her hand. "I've suspected your identity for a long time. Ever since you came in,
my manager, Lan, has been restless every day. Who exactly are you?"
She was incredibly curious, but He Lanyu was tight-lipped, not mentioning a single word about him. Recently, this man not
only investigated He Lanxuan's affairs but also her, prompting her to decide to meet him personally.
"I am her husband, whom she swore an oath to heaven and earth." Bei Chenyang puffed out his chest, each word resounding and brooking no
argument.
"That's laughable." Hua Tilu gave a forced smile. "When I found her two years ago, she was clutching a '
letter of divorce,' lying in the snow like a dead person. Where were you, her husband, then?"
Upon hearing this, Bei Chenyang's handsome face changed color. "What did you say she was clutching?"
"A divorce—letter!" Hua Tilu deliberately dragged out the word, then stood up from her chair and walked to the counter.
He Lanyu looked up, and upon hearing the words "letter of divorce," her heart even ached slightly.
"Woman surnamed He, tell that man who's been eyeing you for so long, didn't you
leave Qingzhou City with a letter of divorce?" Hua Tilu tapped the wooden table and winked at He Lanyu.
Her long eyelashes fluttered, and she finally nodded. "Yes, I left Qingzhou City with a letter of divorce."
Bei Chenyang stood up and went to the counter to talk to her, but Hua Tilu blocked his way.
"I'm warning you, without my permission,
if you dare touch anything or anyone in my teahouse—especially that Manager Lan—I'll chop off one of your fingers!" Hua Tilu's tone was anything but joking; her eyes
held a strong warning.
"I have something to say to you," Bei Chenyang said in a low voice, glancing at He Lanyu. "I've never written
a letter of divorce..."
He Lanyu ignored him, busy working on her abacus.
"Upstairs, you blockhead, come down here," Hua Tilu called out to the second floor.
A tall man in black slowly descended, his handsome, cold face expressionless, only his eyes revealing
impatience.
"Keep an eye on him," Hua Tilu said, pointing at Bei Chenyang. "From this moment on, if he gets within three
steps of Manager Lan, break his legs. I'll take responsibility."
The man in black didn't reply, but simply walked up to Bei Chenyang, blocking his path.
Bei Chenyang was eager to speak with He Lanyu and tried to bypass the man in black, but was blocked by him, not allowing him to
cross the line.
Finally, he and the man in black engaged in combat, fighting right there in the teahouse—
"Whoever dares to damage my things will remain a slave for another year," Hua Tilu said, stepping aside to return to her seat and continue
eating her melon seeds, watching the show.
"Stop fighting!" He Lanyu quickly intervened.
Having worked at the teahouse for two years, she knew the man in black was highly skilled in martial arts. Although Bei Chenyang had practiced self-defense, he
was, after all, just a businessman and couldn't defeat a true master.
The two stopped fighting, and Bei Chenyang's eyes held a burning desire.
"Even if there's a misunderstanding between us, it doesn't matter anymore," He Lanyu said, shaking her head, her expression extremely cold.
"Don't cause me trouble, don't make things difficult for me,"
Bei Chenyang said, looking at her hesitantly.
He Lanyu looked away, not wanting to see his dejected expression, and went through a small door behind the counter. 　　There should be no more entanglement
between them… she thought. 　　At least, her heart wouldn't ache again. 　　The night was slightly cool. 　　A gentle breeze blew, and lanterns swayed in the wind along the west corridor of the teahouse. 　　Unable to approach He Lanyu in the morning, Bei Chenyang had to take advantage of the night to reach her room. 　　But from afar, he saw a tall man guarding her door. 　　Without a doubt, it was that damned, meddlesome Hua Tilu who had ordered her bodyguard to stand guard. 　　Bei Chenyang didn't bother to hide himself and walked directly to the man in black. 　　The man stared at him coldly, making no move. 　　"Brother, my wife is inside. Please let me see her," Bei Chenyang said, bowing with his hands clasped, his voice pleading 　　. 　　The man gave him a deep look, then turned and left without a word, his tall 　　figure disappearing into the night. 　　Bei Chenyang was slightly taken aback, not expecting things to go so smoothly. 　　But the reactions of others weren't the point; the point was that he had to go in and explain to He Lanyu. 　　He knocked lightly on the wooden door a few times. 　　Soon, a slender figure appeared gracefully in the candlelight. 　　The door had barely opened when Bei Chenyang impatiently pushed it open, then locked it from the inside. Before 　　He Lanyu could react, she was pulled into a pair of strong arms. 　　"Listen to me, I never wrote you a letter of divorce, and I don't believe you would cheat on me. I went back to 　　Fangyuan City to find your parents, but they didn't know your whereabouts..." 　　He Lanyu felt his body trembling as he held her. 　　Why? 　　He was clearly a very confident man, never regretting his actions. 　　But since their reunion, she found that he seemed no longer the Bei Chenyang she remembered... 　　"I did doubt you, but I need you to say it yourself..." He held her tightly, inhaling her 　　fragrance. 　　"I didn't do anything to betray you." Her voice was calm, listening to his erratic heartbeat, she wasn't 　　as resistant as before. 　　The warmth emanating from him, coupled with his trembling, made her understand his unease. 　　Gently pushing him away, she turned and walked to the cypress cabinet, rummaging through it until she found a yellowed envelope, the words on it 　　faded somewhat. 　　She held the letter out to him, her face pale. "This is what you sent back to me when you were outside the city, 　　have you forgotten?" 　　Bei Chenyang took the letter, glancing at the envelope; it was indeed his handwriting. 　　He opened the letter; on a blank sheet of paper were also his strong, vigorous handwriting— 　　though the handwriting was his, it wasn't from his hand. 　　"That wasn't written by me." He looked into her eyes with clear eyes. "That year, I rushed back before New Year's Eve 　　, only to hear that you had run away with another man, that no one in the household knew your whereabouts, not even your parents 　　had any news." 　　"But the letter of divorce is evidence." She lowered her gaze, carefully putting the letter away again. 　　"I believe your departure was not because of another man," Bei Chenyang said without hesitation. 　　He believed her? He Lanyu suddenly looked up, his words striking a chord in her heart once more. 　　"I believe you." He seemed to read her mind, speaking the words in her heart. "I've been looking for 　　you too..." 　　Tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly pursed her lips, refusing to let the tears fall. 　　"You gave me a letter of divorce..." She tried her best to suppress her sadness, pointing out the truth. 　　"I didn't write that." He suddenly knelt on the ground, raising his right hand. "I, Bei Chenyang, swear that 　　if I have deceived He Lanyu in the slightest, may I be struck by lightning and riddled with five horses—" 　　"No!" She stepped forward and covered his lips. 　　This was the first time he had abandoned his male pride, kneeling before her. Her stubbornly guarded heart couldn't help but quietly 　　crumble a corner... 　　"Believe me." Bei Chenyang looked into her eyes. "I have never driven you from my heart. You and I are 　　husband and wife who have sworn an oath to heaven and earth, partners who are to stay together for life." 　　Tears finally fell uncontrollably.

Like a string of pearls, tears slid down her face and landed in his palm…
His large hand gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks, and he whispered, “Except for the day you got married,
I haven’t seen you cry in all these years…”
“After falling in love with you, I stopped crying.” Helan Yu pulled him up and into his embrace. “I missed you so much,
so much…”
He hooked her chin with his index finger, offering no further words of comfort, and lowered his head to cover her lips—
the most intimate and effective solace.
As if savoring a delicious dish, Bei Chenyang first traced the shape of her lips with his tongue, and finally explored her sweet
mouth, tasting her sweet saliva.
He was like a thirsty desert traveler who needed Helan Meng, this life-saving spring, to nourish his parched body and
soul.
In the two years since losing her, he had realized how much he depended on her.
“Mmm…” Helan Yu responded to his kiss, discovering that her body was so attached to him.
Their delicate tongues entwined, and he led her to the bedside. In an instant, she was pinned down on the bed
.
His large hands eagerly untied the sash around her waist, his palms slipping inside her bodice, revealing her cherry-colored undergarment
, roughly kneading her rounded breasts.
"Mmm..." she responded to his kiss, her lips red and slightly swollen, pressing against his chest.
Soon, he had almost stripped her naked, leaving only her undergarment and panties.
His lips left her soft lips, one hand kneading her breasts, his thin lips tracing her neck and collarbone, finally
pressing his tongue forcefully against her breast through the undergarment, leaving a circular wet patch on the cherry-colored fabric.
Her barely visible nipples stood erect, his tongue constantly teasing them. Even through the thin undergarment,
she could feel the tingling pleasure, and she couldn't help but arch her back, yearning for him to possess both her breasts.
Bei Chenyang untied her bodice, revealing her pink nipples, already budding and ready to be plucked.
His index finger gently teased the pink nipples, his lips and tongue pressing against them, sucking hard and making smacking
sounds.
"Mmm..." she murmured softly, her hands gripping the blankets beneath her.
"You're so beautiful..." he said in a hoarse voice.
His tongue continued to flick at the beautiful nipples until they bloomed a vibrant red.
How long had it been since he had embraced her beautiful body? His body felt like a bird returning to its nest, longing to return to
its warmest burrow.
He used his lips, tongue, and slightly rough hands to caress her breasts, sucking, biting, squeezing, and kneading,
making her breasts tremble.
His strong grip left clear finger marks on her fair breasts, and the nipples, glistening with his saliva
, were even more wild and alluring than usual.
Her body grew hotter and hotter, her legs involuntarily tightening slightly.
A warm current seemed to seep from between her legs.
"Yang..." she whispered his name. "I'm so hot..."
His lips and tongue left her soft breasts, his fingers moving down to her flat lower abdomen.
"Where's it hot?" he chuckled, his palm gently kneading her lower abdomen. "Is it here? Or a little lower
?"
She bit her slightly swollen lips and said weakly, "My whole body is hot..."
He lightly pecked her lovely red lips, his large hand opening her slightly closed legs, his five fingers crawling into the middle of her panties
.
He pressed against the center of her vulva, deliberately moving back and forth on the outside, the smooth fabric rubbing against her slit, making
her unable to help but gasp softly.
"So, so numb..."
She could feel his long fingers mischievously teasing, igniting a flame outside her slit.
He suddenly pressed down hard, pressing against the nipple in her slit, making her body arch even more.
He rubbed back and forth, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, making her constantly let out soft moans.
Soon, her vulva secreted fluid, wetting the fabric outside the slit…
He pulled down her underpants, spreading her thighs wider, and saw the gushing love fluid glistening on her private parts
, like a rare and precious flower dew…

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