Love and cherish

In the southern capital, on a
sweltering summer afternoon, the air was thick with the fragrance of jasmine. The bright, golden sunlight beat down relentlessly on the earth.
In this heat, most people in the capital sought refuge indoors after midday. For about an hour after noon, aside from the more hardworking laborers who toiled outdoors, most people would take a short nap indoors to recharge for the afternoon's work.
The families of wealthy households, of course, enjoyed even greater comfort. Not only could they escape the heat in cool rooms, but those in more affluent households had servants fanning them and maids constantly bringing them chilled drinks and snacks to combat the oppressive heat.
The rich enjoyed far more comfort than ordinary people!
However, in the largest mansion in the southern capital, one man was not so fortunate… the Chang family.
In the Changchun Hall, besides the cicadas chirping in the trees in the courtyard, a slightly raised voice broke the silence.
A lecturing tone, accompanied by the crisp tapping of a teacup lid slammed onto the table, echoed clearly in the elegantly decorated hall.
The matriarch of the Chang family, Song Yuanchun, sat regally in the superior seat, her sharp, shrewd gaze fixed on her only son, Chang Huaili, who sat before her with an impatient expression.
"Your precious child, I can't even say a word to him, can I? Do you even have any regard for me, your own mother who gave you life?" Shortly after lunch, just as Song Yuanchun was about to return to her room for a rest, before she could even rise, Chang Huaili stepped into the hall.
A shadow fell upon him, and Chang Huaili inwardly cursed, but there was no escaping it. He could only steel himself and obediently step forward to pay his respects.
Her son, who should have been at the merchant guild, had suddenly returned to the mansion. Without much thought, it was undoubtedly because of Wang Xizhen, the woman she disliked in the north courtyard.
With this in mind, Song Yuanchun decided not to return to her room, and sat back down in her chair.
She picked up her teacup again and took a sip, her heart heavy with displeasure, and naturally, she muttered a few words about her son.
Normally, her grumbling would have been enough, but Chang Huaili hadn't simply listened and had actually retorted, which ignited Song Yuanchun's resentment.
Now, her raised voice meant she wasn't going to let it go easily, and Chang Huaili, realizing this, was now filled with regret for his impulsive words.
Hearing his mother's sour tone, he helplessly wiped his face with his hand. "If I didn't care about you as my mother, I would have already arranged my own marriage and made sure Xizhen was properly recognized!" "If you really cared about me as your mother, you would have already married another girl to please me!" Mimicking her son's tone, Song Yuanchun angrily slammed her hand on the table. "But have you done what I wanted? Have you pleased me?
You still dare to lie through your teeth, dare to say you care about me?" Since he couldn't get away for the time being, Chang Huaili simply leaned back in the comfortable and cool chair, relaxing his muscles and preparing to deal with his difficult mother.
"Mother, how many times have I told you? I'm going to marry Xizhen in this life, there's no going back. Why can't you stand her?" "How can I stand her?" Hearing her son's firm answer, Song Yuanchun's anger burned even brighter. "She's just a wet nurse's daughter. What makes her a match for you, the heir of the Chang family?
Putting aside her low status, if she were a well-behaved girl who pleased me, I would accept it and not make things difficult for you; but look at her, what's so likable about her?" Ignoring the Fu nanny standing beside her trying to stop her, Song Yuanchun's words became increasingly harsh.
"With that aloof and arrogant look, she didn't even smile when she saw me. What? Did I owe her some debt, or did I kill her father and mother? Why does she have to give me that kind of look?" Song Yuanchun pushed away the hand of Granny Fu, who had accompanied her from her maiden home to the Chang family. She felt nauseous just thinking about Wang Xizhen. No matter how unpleasant her words were, she couldn't bear to keep them to herself!
She really didn't know what had possessed Chang Huaili, or if he had been bewitched by Wang Xizhen. There were countless noble and beautiful young ladies in Nanhuan City, Xiushui City, and Lian Town, but he didn't find any of them appealing. He rejected every marriage proposal that came to his door, devoting himself entirely to that strange and eccentric Wang Xizhen.
"Mother, she's always been like that since she was little, you know that, and you've been used to it for twenty years, haven't you?
Why do you keep bringing it up every other day? You say you're not annoyed, but I'm sick of hearing it. Can you please have some mercy and leave us both alone?" He had finally managed to squeeze in some time to return home from the business, intending to go back to his room and take a nap with Wang Xizhen to recharge, but he was caught by his mother the moment he stepped through the door.
Having to deal with his mother on a sweltering summer afternoon, he felt utterly weak and dizzy.
"You think I'm always looking for trouble with you? I was hoping you'd show some filial piety and let me off this weight sooner rather than later, instead of making your mother feel so uneasy!" Song Yuanchun had no intention of letting her son off the hook.
"As long as you open your heart to accept Xizhen, you'll naturally discover her good qualities and understand her thoughtfulness. Then you won't feel so unhappy anymore!" Chang Huaili had said this countless times, every time he and his mother had a heart-to-heart talk, he would say it once.
"Good? What's good about her? What's thoughtful about her?" Song Yuanchun scoffed at her son's words. "In terms of looks, she's just a plain-looking girl; in terms of temperament, she's a bit of a shrew. She's been raised in our family since she was little, and I don't have any prejudice against her, but have you ever seen her being thoughtful towards me? Has she ever said anything intimate to me since we were little?" Actually, Song Yuanchun only appeared shrewish and sharp-tongued on the outside, but in reality, she was very easy to coax. As long as you said a few sweet words to her, she would naturally soften her heart.
But she had to meet Wang Xizhen, who was not good at socializing. How could she willingly let her precious son marry her?
Could it be that she, as the mother-in-law, would have to put up with her daughter-in-law's attitude in the future?
"Besides, she can't do needlework or cook, she's not sweet-talking and doesn't like to talk to people. She just stays in her study all day long. What's so great about a girl being literate? Can she manage the household, handle the chores, and share your burdens?" In short, what Song Yuanchun cared about most was Wang Xizhen's difficult personality.
Because of Song Yuanchun's opposition, Chang Huaili, who is already twenty-two years old, is just hanging around with his family. As long as he doesn't agree to get married, no one can do anything about it.
Chang Le, the male head of the Chang family, is true to his name. Since handing over the family business to his son, he doesn't care about anything or get bothered. He spends his days tending to flowers, playing with birds, and happily visiting old friends.
Compared to his wife, whom he can't let go of, Chang Le knows how to enjoy life.
Chang Le was quite satisfied with Wang Xizhen, his prospective daughter-in-law. What was wrong with this well-behaved, clever, and quick-witted young woman? Yet his wife found fault with her completely.
So he often advised his wife that children and grandchildren have their own destinies, and it was best to let the young people be happy.
There was nothing wrong with their son wanting to marry Wang Xizhen; the young couple had grown up together and were naturally very close. Marriage was their son's business, and they, the elders, didn't need to interfere.
However, Song Yuanchun completely ignored her husband's earnest advice. She was stubborn and opinionated, which was why she had been at odds with her son for so many years.
Unable to change his wife's mind, Chang Le simply cooperated with his son, letting Chang Huaili delay his marriage. After all, he was only entering his prime and had plenty of time to wait.
His son was already with that young woman; even if he wanted a grandchild, when the time came, he would naturally have a lovely grandchild to hold, wouldn't he?
So, with his father's support, Chang Huaili was certain that his mother was more anxious than anyone else about his marriage, his only son. He deliberately dragged things out, intending to get Song Yuanchun to agree to his marriage to Wang Xizhen.
Did Song Yuanchun not know what her
son was up to? She knew he was using delaying tactics to wear her down, and sometimes, in her anger, she really wanted to knock him unconscious and force him to marry anyone to settle her worries.
But she was afraid her only son might really turn against her, and if things went wrong, he might abandon the two elderly people and run away with Wang Xizhen. What would she have left to live for?
Wasn't the purpose of raising children to have them settle down, start families, and have grandchildren so she could enjoy the happiness of being surrounded by grandchildren?
Song Yuanchun meticulously listed Wang Xizhen's shortcomings, trying to make her son realize her mistake and agree to marry a good woman to continue the Chang family line.
As soon as his mother finished scolding Wang Xizhen, Chang Huaili launched into a long string of responses.
"Xizhen's appearance is exactly what I wanted, just the way I like her; her personality is a bit awkward and stubborn, but I think that's quite cute; so what if she can't do needlework or cook? Does our family lack a cook or a head chef? Don't say I dote on her, but when she becomes a young mistress, will she even have a chance to cook?" Chang Huaili rattled off the whole thing in one breath, completely ignoring his mother's angry face.
"She's not good with words and doesn't know how to flatter people, but that's because she doesn't know how to say flattering things to fool people. Mother, you wouldn't like a daughter-in-law who's sweet-talking but has a bad heart, would you? As for her not liking to talk to people, that's because she knows you don't like her, so she avoids you to avoid making you angry..." Before his mother could retort, Chang Huaili continued, "I forced her to learn to read and write. When she becomes my wife, she'll naturally be able to use the knowledge she learned from books to help me with household chores!" She hadn't said much before her son had given her such a long reply. Song Yuanchun was furious and laughed, suppressing her anger and saying coldly, "Not bad! I say one sentence, and you reply with ten or a hundred, as if you've memorized them every day and are waiting to use them against me, aren't you?" Unable to win an argument with her son, she directly resorted to harsh words. "You'd better give up on the idea of marrying Wang Xizhen as soon as possible, otherwise you'll only be able to wait until the day I pass away. Then you can marry whoever you want, even if you want to put that brat on the table and worship her, I won't care!" After glaring at her, Song Yuanchun nimbly stood up from her chair, placed her hand on the back of the hand of the maid Fu who was serving her, and turned to walk towards the back of the hall.
Watching his mother's figure disappear swiftly behind the beaded curtain, Chang Huaili's face showed a bitter smile.
His mother was only thirty-eight years old this year, still very young. Look how light and quick her steps were!
Outsiders wouldn't know, just looking at her beautiful face, they might guess that she was a woman in her early thirties, and that her days were still far away!
But he dared not say such rebellious words. If his mother heard him, he was afraid he would be caught again and he wouldn't be able to endure an entire afternoon of lecturing.
Bypassing the vast central courtyard, Chang Huaili, under the blazing sun, strode quickly towards Jingyou Pavilion in the north courtyard, surrounded by verdant bamboo.
As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw Xiangmei, the maid who had been dozing at the table, immediately rise to greet him upon his entrance.
He quickly raised a hand to stop her from speaking, fearing she would disturb Wang Xizhen, and waved her away before quietly making his way to the inner room.
Entering the inner room, he quietly approached the bed. Through the draped hibiscus curtains, he could vaguely see Wang Xizhen lying face down on the bed, fast asleep.
Despite the sweltering heat, Jingyou Pavilion, which he had designed, felt refreshingly cool, as if one were in the height of autumn.
Because Wang Xizhen was born with a fear of heat and couldn't stand the sweltering summer heat, he went to great lengths to transplant an astonishing number of cold-green bamboos from the mountain and plant them around the exquisitely built Jingyou Pavilion. The bamboos would completely absorb the summer heat from the surrounding area, allowing Wang Xizhen to live comfortably.
Just as he was about to lift the light curtains, a gentle breeze, filtered through the bamboo grove and cleansed of the heat, blew in from the open window, lifting the thin curtains and caressing Wang Xizhen's bare, jade-like back, clad only in a bodice.
She gently stirred in her sleep, turning her pretty face inwards, her small hands fumbling on the pillow before grasping the silk quilt beside her, before falling back into a peaceful slumber. Chang
Huaili quickly gathered the light curtains that fluttered in the wind, secured them with the hooks, deftly removed his outer garment, nimbly climbed onto the bed, and carefully lay down beside her.
He had only intended to sleep beside her for a while, but the beautiful scenery before his eyes and the sweet scent he smelled filled him with longing. His
slightly rough fingers restlessly caressed her round, smooth face, gliding over her thick eyebrows that made her look grumpy, her peacefully closed eyelids, and her delicate little nose, finally lingering on her slightly parted red lips as she exhaled a soft, warm breath.
The rubbing of his fingertips on her lips elicited a natural response from her; unconsciously, in her sleep, she extended her pink, moist tongue, licking the spot that felt itchy.
Chang Huaili's fingers did not flinch, allowing her slippery tongue to wet his rough fingers, coating them with the saliva from her mouth.
That innocent action effectively ignited the deep desire within him; his deep eyes quickly filled with fiery passion, intent on waking her. So, no longer gentle, he slid his fingers over her little tongue and pushed them into her moist mouth.
Instantly, his fingers were enveloped in a silky, warm wetness. He gently pressed down on her soft tongue, rubbing her delicate flesh back and forth with his fingers, and soon he received her active response. The
slightly cool, hard object, with a hint of gardenia fragrance, stirred on her tongue, and Wang Xizhen, in a hazy state of consciousness, sucked it into her mouth.
"Mmm..." The familiar scent made her moan like a baby, sucking on his long finger, occasionally curling her tongue around it and licking it.
He enjoyed the soft, wet sensation on his finger, his mind filled with memories of how she had used her pink tongue on him, and a slight tremor ran through his body.
He withdrew his finger from her mouth, and amidst her protesting moans, brushed aside the long hair around her neck, leaning down to gently kiss and suckle the delicate skin of her neck.
"Xixi, have you slept enough? Xixi, get up and keep me company, Xixi..." His pecking kisses and soft calls made her wriggle restlessly in her sleep, intending to avoid the tickling on the back of her neck, but it had an unexpected effect.
The drawstring of the bodice around her neck had been loosened when he brushed her hair aside; with a slight movement, the knot was completely useless.
The thin fabric of the bodice remained on the bed, and her slightly turned posture revealed her snow-white, round breasts to him.
Chang Huaili simply pushed Wang Xizhen's shoulders, making her lie on her back on the bed.
A pair of firm, white, smooth breasts stood high on her chest, the nipples, hardened from rubbing against the bed, trembling gently with her shallow breaths. The
small nipples, set against the pale pink areolas, resembled two ripe fruits, tempting to be plucked.
His large hands pulled away the silk quilt wrapped between her legs, and without restraint, he reached into the hollow between her legs through her thin underpants, kneading her warm private parts, while simultaneously lowering his head to capture her alluring nipples with his lips and tongue, caressing them.
The commotion in her body forced Wang Xizhen to wake up from her deep sleep. She was already used to Chang Huaili's caresses and passion. Even though her consciousness was still in a daze, her body had automatically become wet, and the fabric between her legs was already slightly damp under the teasing of his fingers.
The sucking force of her breasts made her moan softly, "Mmm... mmm..." The full curves of her breasts beneath his hands and her sweet, delicate voice made Chang Huaili's already erect manhood swell and ache even more. "Xixi, are you awake or not? If you don't wake up soon, I won't be able to resist wanting you anymore..." Chang Huaili lifted himself up, temporarily removing his hands from her skin, and quickly removed the rest of his clothes. When he took off his underwear, a thick, long penis stood proudly erect from below his abdomen, demonstrating his burning desire for her. He
deftly tore off her panties, casually spreading her thighs, letting the erotic flower bloom beneath the soft downy hair.
Seeing her fully mature vulva, his Adam's apple bobbed incessantly, and he unconsciously swallowed the copious amount of saliva secreted in his mouth. He moved closer and squeezed between her legs, aiming his erect penis at her glistening entrance.
"Xixi..." The tip of his penis was quickly covered in slippery fluid. He arched his back slightly, thrusting his hips forward, sweat dripping from his forehead as he watched the tip of his penis slowly sink into the tightly closed opening between her legs.
The round tip pushed aside the two fleshy petals covering the entrance, slid past the inner petals, and finally entered her incredibly tight passage.
He thrust his hips in and out, pushing his penis into her opening. As he watched his long penis disappear into her opening and be taken inside her, he couldn't help but groan, "Mmm... Xixi, you're so tight..." When he had completely stretched her passage open, his penis throbbed as it was enveloped by the tight flesh walls, becoming even thicker inside her.
Half-awake, Wang Xizhen felt hot all over from the penis buried deep inside her, and her face flushed. The passage, stretched to its limit, stung slightly, but the warm, hard object inside excitedly made her twist her slender waist.
"Ah... um... Brother Li?" She opened her eyes groggily, looking at Chang Huaili kneeling before her, and called out softly.
Her twisting waist caused her flower to undulate, making it impossible for his manhood to remain still inside her. He breathed heavily, not even having time to respond to her cries, before pulling out his burning iron, which had been inserted to its hilt. Then, just as it was about to slip completely out of her opening, he thrust it back in.
His hot manhood pumped back and forth in the tight passage, drawing out her abundant juices, making her fair inner thighs and his lower abdomen wet and glistening.
After a while of frantic thrusting, and having calmed his urgency slightly, Chang Huaili finally looked away from Wang Xizhen's love-drenched private parts, leaned down, and brought his face close to her flushed, slightly sweaty cheek.
His lips slid over her smooth skin, moving to her red lips that were constantly escaping her soft moans, sucking on her soft lower lip, occasionally gently biting the tender flesh with his teeth.
His engorged penis, with its bulging veins, slid at a torturous, slow pace between her legs, causing her to involuntarily arch her snow-white, round buttocks, welcoming his gentle but deep thrusts.
"Brother Li, hurry up... don't torture me..." Their breaths mingled passionately, and as she returned his kiss, her urging words were sent directly into his mouth, a soft murmur that was captivating.
Hearing this, as his tongue entwined with hers, a wicked smile crept onto his lips, his lower body deliberately remaining motionless in her passage.
"Xixi, I don't understand what you're saying, what do you want me to hurry up for?" As he spoke, he deeply inhaled the fragrant, orchid-like scent from her mouth.
His firm, tight buttocks circled against her vulva, allowing his deeply buried member to knead her wet, tender flesh even without direct penetration.
The subtle kneading stirred her, causing her to tremble uncontrollably. "Don't tease me... ah!" Pressed tightly against the bed, she had no room to move her hips, only able to whine and endure the tormenting discomfort beneath him.
"Xixi, tell me what you want, or we'll just keep going like this..." Chang Huaili licked a thin, silvery thread from her lips, his low, husky voice uttering provocative words.
"Hmm... don't do this, move a little! Otherwise, it's... so uncomfortable down there..." She knew he was deliberately trying to get her to say something shameful and lewd, but her face flushed, she couldn't bring herself to say anything too explicit, only managing to utter these words in a barely audible voice.
She did say it, but Chang Huaili wasn't entirely satisfied, so his lower body remained deeply buried inside her, not moving as she wished. "What do you want me to do? Explain yourself." He slightly raised his upper body, his large hand cupping a soft breast, his palm supporting the rounded upper edge as he kneaded and shaped it into various beautiful forms.
While enjoying her incredibly soft and smooth texture, his rough fingers simultaneously pinched and squeezed her pert nipples, forcing out cries that grew louder and louder from her.
"No... umm... no... please..." With each pinch of his nipple, she twitched.
The tingling, itchy, and aching pleasure made her breasts swell uncontrollably, and the itching in her lower body, where he had filled her completely, drove her almost mad.
A strong, burning desire assaulted Wang Xizhen, and no matter how she twisted and arched her round buttocks, she couldn't move the male organ buried inside her an inch.
He wantonly played with her two jade-like breasts, while her flower-like opening below was stretched full and hot, yet he didn't move an inch, only making her anxious and restless, forcing
her to sweat profusely. Wang Xizhen, who didn't like the heat to begin with, became irritable from her physical desires, and coupled with the sticky sweat all over her body, Chang Huaili had really provoked her difficult nature.
She swallowed her uncontrollable pleas and moans, glared at him with her alluring eyes, pushed him away with her small hands, and kicked her shapely legs, which were bent at his hips, on the bed.
"No! I don't want it anymore, you started it first, why are you playing with me? Go away! Go away..." Struggling to suppress her own desire, the furious Wang Xizhen pushed her lover away forcefully.
She suddenly struggled like a mischievous cat, which startled Chang Huaili, who quickly grabbed her small hands that were waving at him, trying to push him away.
"Why do you get so angry so easily?" Her body tensed from the struggle, her acupoints gripping his penis tightly.
The intense pleasure made him unable to speak properly; his chest heaved as he gasped for breath, "Xixi..." Even if he wanted to continue teasing her, he couldn't control the urge to release his pent-up desire, and began thrusting wildly into her as her legs kicked.
He was thoroughly enjoying himself, but Wang Xizhen, already enraged, had lost interest; his thrusting only fueled her anger. "Chang Huaili, did you hear me tell you to get out? You, get, up!" She usually called him "Brother Li" in a sweet voice, but when she got angry, she always called him by his full name, showing how truly angry she was now.
Although his thrusting brought her pleasurable pleasure, and her body responded to his passion, constantly secreting lubricating fluids from the depths of her tight vagina, making his thrusts easier, she felt a mixture of joy and nausea.
He heard her coquettish complaints, but disregarded her displeasure, tightly gripping her wrists and pressing them above her head, his powerful waist thrusting repeatedly, his firm buttocks rapidly pounding into her private parts.
"Xixi, you're so beautiful, your vagina is so tight..." Her legs kicked in protest, making her vagina even tighter and longer, the walls of flesh surrounding his penis sucking him in at different frequencies, giving him a pleasure that made him feel like he was flying to heaven.
Anger accelerated the flow of blood throughout her body, making her skin more sensitive, and the passage between her legs, constantly being pounded, became more engorged and soft, which intensified the stimulation she felt. "No... I don't want to... Ah!
Damn it, you get up..." The curse that escaped her lips was so melodious and sweet that even she herself didn't know how melodious it was, so soft and sweet that it made people's legs go weak; not to mention Chang Huaili, who was lying on top of her, felt his blood boil and his desire rise.
He manipulated his engorged penis between her legs, thrusting it deep into her flower-like opening with each stroke. The thick, glistening shaft, soaked in her slippery spring water, gradually turned a deeper dark red, the bulging veins foreshadowing the impending moment of collapse.
His penis, as hot as a branding iron, moved in and out of her lower body like a madman, the friction against her tender flesh increasing faster and faster. At this moment, she forgot to struggle, completely absorbed in the tingling, numbing pleasure radiating from her lower body.
"No… ah… ah…" The ultimate, intoxicating climax overwhelmed her, the excessive excitement causing her trachea to constrict tightly along with her trembling flower-like opening, making her breath shallow and rapid.
Under his wild thrusts, she temporarily fainted from the overwhelming pleasure, only her body still reacting to the intense climax, continuing to contract and tremble.
His large hands, which had been restraining her, now forcefully kneaded her swollen, reddened breasts. As she reached her climax, his penis felt as if it were being sucked by countless tiny mouths; the soft, tight walls of her flesh allowed him to thrust into her with his last ounce of strength.
When he plunged into her with his final thrust, the sounds of flesh and fluids slapping and colliding echoed his rough, hoarse growl, proclaiming that he, too, was experiencing boundless pleasure. "Mmm... mmm..." he groaned, his muscular body arched, his eyes tightly closed, uttering wild, masculine moans.
His lower abdomen pressed tightly against her thighs, burying his thick, long penis deep within her, letting the throbbing, swollen tip ejaculate hot, white fluid, filling her bed... After a thoroughly enjoyable lovemaking session, Chang Huaili was completely satisfied with Wang Xizhen. Holding her soft, fragrant body in his arms, how could he bear to get out of bed and go to the business under the scorching sun?
Naturally, he happily embraced his lover, indulging in tender moments!
Thus, a long afternoon ended amidst his whining and fussing, in the boudoir filled with the boundless beauty of spring.
As evening approached, the sky grew slightly hazy, and the already cool Jingyou Pavilion became even more refreshing.
After finally managing to get Chang Huaili off the bed, Wang Xizhen, with the help of her maid Xiangmei, submerged herself in the lukewarm bathwater.
"Why are you pouting so soon after getting out of bed? Still angry about what happened this afternoon?" Chang Huaili, having just washed himself with cold water from the basin and put on his undergarments, turned around and saw Wang Xizhen sitting in the tub, pouting, clearly sulking!
Ever since she turned fourteen, he had lured her into his bed, and she had slept beside him for six years. Even if he couldn't fully understand her every move and expression, he could usually guess six or seven tenths of what she was thinking.
Now, she was definitely remembering his deliberate teasing that afternoon and was ready to settle the score with him!
Silently, Wang Xizhen scooped up some water and splashed it directly at Chang Huaili, who was approaching, clearly expressing her displeasure.
"Like a child, aren't you afraid of being laughed at?" he said, wiping the water droplets from his face with his good-natured hand.
"Who can see me throwing a tantrum? Who dares to laugh?" Despite her anger, Wang Xizhen's voice remained soft and gentle, soothing to the ear.
Xiangmei, squatting outside the wooden tub, gently wiping Wang Xizhen's snow-white back with a cloth, secretly chuckled upon hearing this, amused by her mistress's naiveté.
Chang Huaili, standing before Wang Xizhen, naturally noticed Xiangmei's silent smile. "Xiangmei saw it!
Why wouldn't she dare laugh? She's grinning from ear to ear right behind you!" To appease Wang Xizhen, Chang Huaili lowered his masterly airs and shamelessly dragged the innocent maid into the mess.
Hearing this, Wang Xizhen turned around abruptly and said in a warning tone, "Xiangmei, you're on my side, you're not allowed to laugh at me..." As soon as Wang Xizhen turned around, Xiangmei blinked her innocent eyes, "Miss Zhen, I didn't laugh at you, it's just the master talking nonsense." Relying on Wang Xizhen's absolute protection, Xiangmei quickly pushed everything onto another master.
Although the matriarch of the Chang family, Song Yuanchun, refused to acknowledge Wang Xizhen's status in the mansion, everyone in the mansion could see the Chang family patriarch's obvious
protective attitude towards Wang Xizhen. More importantly, anyone with a brain and eyes could see how strong and deep Chang Huaili's affection for Wang Xizhen was.
The shrewd servants, adept at reading their master's moods, dared not slight the man's favorite woman. They all knew how to treat this future young mistress.
Xiangmei was no exception! As Chang Huaili's personal maid, she witnessed her master's every move. Even if others couldn't understand Wang Xizhen's position in Chang Huaili's heart, she couldn't! So she was always perfectly clear-headed.
Ever since her master and Wang Xizhen slept together, Chang Huaili had secretly assigned Xiangmei to Wang Xizhen.
As an inner maid, she had naturally witnessed many intimate moments between her master and mistress. Therefore, whenever they were intimate, Chang Huaili would always call her into the room to serve Wang Xizhen.
Wang Xizhen was not a difficult person to please. She treated Xiangmei like a sister. They spent a lot of time together and their relationship was quite deep, so Xiangmei often saw aspects that outsiders couldn't.
Just now, Wang Xizhen, despite being two years older than Xiangmei, was acting like a child, throwing a tantrum at Chang Huaili with a coquettish expression. How could Xiangmei not find this amusing?
"Yes, yes, yes, so now you're not on my side anymore, you're on Xiangmei's side, right?" Knowing that Wang Xizhen and Xiangmei were close, Chang Huaili was more indulgent towards Xiangmei. As long as she didn't go too far, he only wanted Wang Xizhen to be happy.
As he spoke, Chang Huaili had already knelt on one knee in front of the wooden tub, reaching out to gently stroke the smooth skin of Wang Xizhen's beautifully curved neck. However, he didn't expect that the little rascal's temper hadn't subsided yet, and she reached out her claws and scratched his hand, leaving a bloody mark.
"You're so annoying! Don't touch me!" A fierce glint flashed in her eyes. Although Chang Huaili loved and doted on her, he would never allow her to refuse him.
With a swift movement, he pulled Wang Xizhen from the wooden tub, lowered his head, and captured her still-shouting mouth with his lips, punishing her tantrum with a slightly rough kiss.
"Mmm..." Wang Xizhen couldn't resist Chang Huaili's strength at all, forced into a kiss by him. Her hands and chest, which had been pushing him away, soaked a patch of his undershirt.
He had initially used his tongue to forcefully swirl in her mouth, determined to seize her sweetness, but because of her gradually softening body in his hands, and her submissive acceptance of his tongue entwining with hers, his kiss gradually transformed from a violent and brutal force into a tender and affectionate one.
Chang Huaili kissed Wang Xizhen until she was dizzy in front of Xiangmei, leaving Xiangmei bewildered by this fiery kissing scene. She blushed deeply, extremely embarrassed, her flustered eyes not knowing where to look.
Just before Xiangmei was about to quietly leave the room, Chang Huaili, still immersed in Wang Xizhen's sweet scent, finally snapped out of his daze. He slowly separated their intertwined tongues, panting as he loosened his muscular arms, letting Wang Xizhen slide back into the water, her face still dazed.
His chest heaved noticeably from the kiss, as he gazed at the still-dazed, difficult little woman leaning against the wooden tub.
"Your temper is really too fierce. If you don't change it, you'll always suffer in front of my mother..." he said affectionately, his thumb tracing the corner of her lips, wiping away the slight saliva they hadn't had time to swallow during their passionate encounter.
Wang Xizhen's face flushed, her eyes hazy and alluring. Hearing Chang Huaili's helpless words, she tilted her head, opened her small mouth, and lightly bit the finger he placed near her lips, glaring at him and saying reproachfully, "Isn't my temper all because of you raising me?" Without his pampering and indulgence, could she have developed such a temper?
He truly loved the way she acted spoiled and capricious, and after this incident, he was speechless with complaints. "Yes, you're the one I spoiled, which is why I'd rather make Mother unhappy than not have you!" As soon as they separated, Xiangmei immediately and deftly helped Wang Xizhen up, wrapped a dry cloth around her, and helped her step out of the wooden tub.
Following Xiangmei's instructions, Wang Xizhen kept arguing with Chang Huaili, who had already turned away to dress himself. "Look at what you're saying. What, you feel wronged?" Chang Huaili, having just put on his coat and tied his belt, sat down in a chair and was about to put on his shoes. Without looking up, he said,
"If I really felt wronged, I would have listened to my mother and married a younger, gentler, and cuter girl than you. Would I still be wasting my time with my mother like this?" With Xiangmei serving her, Wang Xizhen's clothes were quickly tidied up, and she was now being pulled to sit in front of the dressing table by Xiangmei.
"Chang Huaili, are you now complaining that I'm not young enough, gentle enough, or cute enough?" After putting on his shoes, Chang Huaili comfortably nestled in the chair, watching Wang Xizhen tidy her hair in front of the dressing table.
"That's what my mother said, not me; if I disliked you, would I still be so eager to have you all day long, wanting to drag you to bed every time?" "You've only said a few words, and you're already talking about these indecent things..." As Xiangmei opened the jewelry box to pick out hairpins for her, Wang Xizhen glanced at Chang Huaili in the mirror, then said in a warning tone, "Speaking of which, you'd better not betray me. As long as you love me, I'm willing to follow you for the rest of my life without any status." Saying this, Wang Xizhen pushed away Xiangmei's hand, which was still busy fixing her hair, and turned around to look directly at Chang Huaili.
"But I will never allow you to marry anyone else. Call me jealous and shrewish, call me blind to my own place, but if you ask me to share you with someone else, I only have one thing to say—I can't do it!" "Come here." Chang Huaili stretched out his hand, beckoning the already dressed Wang Xizhen to come to him.
As she obediently got up and walked within his reach, he pulled her onto his lap and held her in his arms.
"You've grown up beside me since we were little. Don't you know how I feel about you?" Chang Huaili lifted Wang Xizhen's chin, looking deeply into her uneasy eyes. "Why is there doubt and unease in your eyes? I love you, I like you, and I will marry you in the future. Xixi, you have to believe in yourself, and you have to believe in me!" "I believe in myself, but... I find it hard to believe in you as a man." Hearing his assurance, she relaxed a lot, and a smile returned to her face.
"Why can't I make you believe? Is being a man a sin?" Seeing that she had regained her composure and hearing her teasing words, he pinched her cheek.
"Which of your good friends doesn't have three wives and four concubines? Rich people just love to act strangely. One wife isn't enough; they have to marry a bunch to be satisfied. You're rich too; who knows if
you won't have those kinds of thoughts one day..." Wang Xizhen smiled slyly. She thought to herself, since she already had his promise to marry her, wouldn't it be even more reassuring to get another promise that he wouldn't take concubines? "You're such a clever little woman!" Seeing her bright eyes darting around, he knew what she was up to. "I'll only ever love you; I won't even glance at other women. Is that alright?" Chang Huaili readily said what Wang Xizhen wanted to hear. Although she wasn't a stunning beauty, the natural charm she exuded captivated him.
At this moment, the smile on Wang Xizhen's happy face was so beautiful it was captivating, making Chang Huaili feel intoxicated just by looking at her, his heart completely mesmerized by the beauty in his arms.
Although it was nearing the end of summer, the sun still hung high in the sky, but its heat had subsided slightly, no longer causing people to break out in a sweat so easily.
Wang Xizhen listlessly rummaged through the embroidery fabrics Xiangmei had brought into the room. She had originally planned to choose some pretty fabrics to sew shoe uppers for Chang Huaili, but she couldn't find anything suitable.
Actually, her status in the Chang household was quite awkward. Although the servants treated her like a mistress, and her living expenses were comparable to those of a mistress, as long as Song Yuanchun hadn't agreed and she hadn't officially married Chang Huaili, she was still his wet nurse's daughter, a servant.
Although Chang Huaili and Chang Le told her not to think about these things, she just couldn't stop thinking about them!
Whenever she was alone, she couldn't help but dwell on them, making herself unhappy.
Her mother, Li Qiuyue, was originally a maid in the Chang family. After turning eighteen, she left the mansion to marry a rice merchant in the capital, who became her father, Wang An.
A little over a year after their marriage, her parents had a baby boy, her older brother.
However, when the healthy and lively boy was two years old, a neighbor's wife took him out to play. In a moment of inattention, the toddler, who had just learned to walk, ran into the middle of the road and was struck and killed by a passing carriage!
This tragedy devastated Wang An and Li Qiuyue, who wept every day.
After burying the boy, Li Qiuyue felt nauseous whenever her breasts became engorged, and the thought of her son would cause her to cry uncontrollably. Just then, the Chang family steward, unaware of the situation, came knocking.
It turned out that Song Yuanchun had just given birth to Chang Huaili, but because she was weak, she had no milk to feed him. Therefore, she had asked the steward to leave the mansion to find a clean woman to be a wet nurse for her son.
Li Qiuyue was initially reluctant; the thought of nursing someone else's child after losing her own son was too painful for her.
However, after much persuasion from the steward, and out of gratitude for the care she had received from the Chang family in the past, coupled with Song Yuanchun's genuine kindness towards her, Li Qiuyue reluctantly agreed.
With her husband's consent, she returned to the Chang residence to serve the young master of the Chang family.
As fate would have it, Chang Huaili, who was initially difficult to care for, ate and slept well under Li Qiuyue's care, and didn't fall ill at all, much to the delight of the Chang couple, who naturally treated Li Qiuyue and the Wang family even better.
Upon seeing the infant Chang Huaili, Li Qiuyue transferred all her love for her son to the esteemed young master, which ironically helped her overcome her grief.
Soon, time passed, and in the spring of the year Chang Huaili turned two, Li Qiuyue gave birth to a baby girl.
Originally, she planned to resign from her job at the Chang family mansion to stay home and care for her long-awaited child. However, Song Yuanchun refused, saying that although Chang Huaili no longer drank milk, he still needed a patient and dedicated wet nurse to care for him.
Therefore, Song Yuanchun made an exception and allowed Li Qiuyue to bring her daughter to the Chang family mansion to be raised alongside Chang Huaili, demonstrating how much Song Yuanchun relied on Li Qiuyue.
From a young age, the two-year-old Chang Huaili was particularly protective of the still-infant Wang Xizhen. Because of the young master's special treatment, Wang Xizhen grew up like a young lady in the Chang family mansion.
Ten years passed peacefully. When Wang Xizhen was ten and Chang Huaili was twelve, Li Qiuyue and her husband Wang An, enjoying a rare long holiday, happily packed their bags and returned to Li Qiuyue's parents' home, about three days' journey away, to visit them.
Unexpectedly, this long journey resulted in the Wang couple's permanent separation from their only daughter.
On their return journey, the Wang couple were robbed at an inn and killed by ruthless bandits.
Ten-year-old Wang Xizhen suddenly became an orphan. She should have been sent to her mother's home to be raised by her uncle, but Chang Huaili, realizing his affection for Wang Xizhen bordered on romantic love, insisted on keeping her despite his uncle's arrival to fetch her.
This decision clearly indicated that Wang Xizhen would either become the young mistress of the Chang family or a favored concubine.
If she were a concubine, Song Yuanchun wouldn't have any objections, but since Wang Xizhen turned fourteen, Chang Huaili had been determined to marry her as his principal wife.
This meant that besides Wang Xizhen's low social status, Song Yuanchun had many complaints about her personality, particularly disapproving of her son marrying a woman with no social standing and who couldn't contribute to the Chang family's business.
Thinking about this, Wang Xizhen had to admit that her temperament was indeed too spoiled.
Having known each other for so many years, she knew that Song Yuanchun was a soft-hearted person. As long as she often tried to please her, showing concern and affection, even if Song Yuanchun was dissatisfied with her background, she wouldn't make things too difficult for her.
But she didn't know what was wrong with her, or if her personality was too awkward, or if she had really been spoiled by Chang Huaili, she could say the most cloying things when she was being affectionate with Chang Huaili in her room, but once she stepped out of the room, she would be icy cold and couldn't utter a single nice word.
Not to mention that Song Yuanchun disliked her, if she herself met someone like that, she definitely wouldn't like it either!
She could think about it, but she just couldn't do it!
Wang Xizhen sighed, not blaming Song Yuanchun for her opposition at all. She should blame herself, shouldn't she?
She had just finished sighing when the door was pushed open.
"Miss Zhen, Madam requests your presence at the front." Xiangmei entered with a strange expression. She was puzzled by Madam's instructions and somewhat worried for Wang Xizhen.
Normally, Madam wouldn't summon Miss, yet the young master had only been away for a couple of days, and now she was being summoned. Was
she planning something? "Xiangmei, what's wrong? Madam is calling for me. Why are you making such a face? You look like you ate a bitter melon, all wrinkled and ugly!" Although she felt uneasy about Song Yuanchun's sudden request, Wang Xizhen deliberately teased Xiangmei to calm herself and soothe Xiangmei's anxiety.
"Miss Zhen, please get up. Let me check where you need tidying up, so Madam won't dislike you when we get to the front..." Xiangmei had served Wang Xizhen for many years; she could easily see through Wang Xizhen's feigned calmness.
After smoothing her long hair and feeling the position of her hairpin, Wang Xizhen declined Xiangmei's offer after roughly confirming that her appearance was acceptable. "I didn't roll around on the grass, so what's there to tidy up? I'd better hurry up and go to the front so as not to keep Madam waiting too long." "Oh, then let's go!" Xiangmei turned around and was about to open the door.
"Wait a minute, Xiangmei, I can go by myself. You stay inside and wait for me, don't go out." She wasn't a young lady from a wealthy family, and her status with Chang Huaili wasn't settled,
so why should a maid follow her? Wang Xizhen didn't want to cause trouble unnecessarily, so she didn't want Xiangmei to come with her.
Changchun Hall.
Just as she reached the door, before Wang Xizhen even stepped over the threshold, she saw a beautiful young girl sitting on a guest chair on the side of the hall, besides Chang Le, Song Yuanchun, and Granny Fu.
Behind the girl stood a pretty little maid. Even if she didn't know who she was, Wang Xizhen knew she must be a young lady from some wealthy family.
As soon as Wang Xizhen entered, Chang Le called out kindly, "Xizhen, come here quickly." Wang Xizhen lifted the hem of her skirt and hurried forward, curtsying to Chang Le and Song Yuanchun, who was clearly in a good mood.
"Greetings, Master and Madam." "Good girl, get up! Let me introduce you to someone." After Wang Xizhen straightened up, Chang Le pointed to the girl to Song Yuanchun's left and said, "This is Miss Ren Yingying from the Ren family's water transport business in Liucheng." Then, he turned to Ren Yingying and said, "Yingying, she is Xizhen, whom I mentioned to you earlier." Wang Xizhen and Ren Yingying, who were introduced to each other, nodded and smiled at each other.
Then Wang Xizhen's attention was drawn back to Chang Le's voice. "Xizhen, you two are only two or three years apart in age, you should get along well. Yingying has come all this way to visit our household, you should take good care of her and spend more time with her." Having only observed her from a distance outside the door, Wang Xizhen couldn't see her clearly before, but now, with Chang Le's introduction, she had to admire her beauty.
Ren Yingying was truly stunning, like a goddess from a painting. Her face was exquisitely sculpted, with bright, sparkling eyes, a delicate nose, and small, lovely red lips like cherries. Her face was flawless.
Even when she stood up, her posture was so elegant, her figure slender and graceful—truly a beauty that could topple cities and kingdoms!
Wang Xizhen, lost in thought while looking at Ren Yingying, didn't even hear Song Yuanchun calling her.
It wasn't until Song Yuanchun impatiently raised her voice that she snapped out of her reverie. "Ah? Madam, did you call me?" Wang Xizhen looked around and noticed everyone's puzzled expressions, even Ren Yingying was covering her mouth and chuckling.
Embarrassed, Wang Xizhen realized she had been staring at the beautiful woman in a daze. "I...I'm sorry, Miss Ren is so beautiful, I was mesmerized..." She could see Song Yuanchun's displeasure and nervously forced a smile to explain her absent-mindedness.
"Sister Xizhen, just call me by my name! Uncle just said I'll be staying at your residence for a while, and I'll need your help. Calling me 'Miss' all the time would make us seem distant, wouldn't it?" Ren Yingying was sensible and sweet-talking; her words were both appropriate and pleasant, making Song Yuanchun, sitting in the superior seat, nod repeatedly in her heart, her fondness for her growing even stronger.
Compared to her, Song Yuanchun was even more dissatisfied with Wang Xizhen. "Look how sensible Yingying is! You're three years older than her, and you don't even know basic manners. You made her stand there for ages without saying a word to greet her, and you even..." "Madam, how could you do this in front of the guests... Xizhen isn't being inconsiderate either, you..." In front of Ren Yingying, Chang Le wanted to defend Wang Xizhen but couldn't go too far. He wanted to reprimand his wife but was afraid she would lose face, so he could only stammer for a long time, unable to say anything coherent.
"Auntie, don't misunderstand Sister Xizhen. She deliberately used this method to praise Yingying. Don't blame her..." Seeing Wang Xizhen being reprimanded, Ren Yingying smiled sweetly and said to Song Yuanchun in a coquettish voice.
"Alright, alright, alright, for your sake, I'll let it go. Yingying, you must be tired after traveling for so many days, right? I think you should go back to your room and rest for a while, recharge your energy, and then we can have dinner together tonight, okay?" Since her heart was already biased towards Ren Yingying, whatever she said was fine with her. Song Yuanchun was obviously very kind and warm towards Ren Yingying.
Seeing this scene, Wang Xizhen, who was standing to the side, felt very wronged, and her eyes welled up with tears.
Listening to Song Yuanchun's kind conversation with Ren Yingying, Wang Xizhen managed to blink back her tears. When she looked up, she saw the understanding and encouraging looks in Chang Le and Granny Fu's eyes. Feeling warm inside, she forced a smile to comfort her two elders who supported her.
"Alright, Madam, you said Yingying should go back to her room to rest, why are you insisting on keeping her here?" Chang Le couldn't help but interrupt Song Yuanchun and Ren Yingying's conversation so that Wang Xizhen could leave quickly.
Hearing her husband's reminder, Song Yuanchun had no choice but to shut up. "Yes! I forgot." She smiled at Ren Yingying, but the smile disappeared as soon as she turned her face away. "Xizhen, Yingying is from the North and isn't used to our Southern weather, so why don't you take her back to Jingyouxuan to stay?" Wang Xizhen was somewhat taken aback, but still agreed, "Yes, Xizhen understands!" Although Jingyouxuan was built for her by Chang Huaili, the mistress of the house had given the order, so she had no right to object or refuse.
Chang Le, who was standing to the side, hadn't expected his wife to suddenly give such instructions, but considering Ren Yingying's presence, he didn't say anything. He could only reassure Wang Xizhen, saying, "Xizhen, Yingying is a guest, so please be understanding and take good care of her for us." Hearing the reassurance in Chang Le's words, and considering that Ren Yingying seemed easy to get along with and was a distinguished guest who had business dealings with the Chang family, Wang Xizhen thought it wouldn't be a big deal to let Ren Yingying stay at Jingyouxuan.
"Master, please don't say that. This is what Xizhen should do. Xizhen will take good care of Miss Ren." Before Song Yuanchun could speak, Chang Le quickly said, "Then quickly take Yingying down to rest!" "Yes, Master, Madam, Xizhen will take her leave." Wang Xizhen curtsied to Chang Le and Song Yuanchun, then turned to greet Ren Yingying. "Miss Ren, please." "Uncle, Aunt, Yingying will take her leave first." Supported by a maid, Ren Yingying said weakly.
"Alright, alright, go and rest well!" Song Yuanchun looked at Ren Yingying with delight and smiled, urging her to quickly follow Wang Xizhen back to her room.
"Miss Ren, watch your step, walk slowly." Ren Yingying's delicate beauty made Wang Xizhen unable to resist taking care of her and reminding her.
"Sister Xizhen, didn't I tell you? Don't call me Miss anymore, just call me Yingying." Holding onto the back of her maid's hand, Ren Yingying walked with a graceful sway, incredibly elegant.
"That's not good, you're a guest..." Wang Xizhen knew her place; the other party was being polite, and she dared not be disrespectful.
"Oh dear, Yingying doesn't have any sisters, but I've liked you from the first moment I saw you. Sister Xizhen, will you be my sister? Okay? Please don't keep me at arm's length..." Ren Yingying quickened her pace, catching up with Yu Xizhen who was walking two steps ahead of her, and affectionately tugged at her sleeve, acting coquettishly.
"This..." Wang Xizhen looked at the innocent and beautiful Ren Yingying, who kept showing her kindness, and couldn't refuse her enthusiasm. "Since you don't mind, little sister, then Xizhen will not stand on ceremony and let you call me elder sister." "Really? You agreed? Elder sister Xizhen, I'm so happy!" As soon as Wang Xizhen agreed, Ren Yingying happily shook off the maid's hand and threw herself into Wang Xizhen's arms, acting coquettishly.
The closest person to her was Chang Huaili. Although she had a good relationship with Xiangmei, Wang Xizhen had never been coquettish like this before. While she was not used to it, she also felt a strange excitement of becoming an elder sister.
After all, her parents had not left her any siblings, and the feeling of being relied upon was quite novel to her!
A month later, early autumn.
Chang Huaili, who had returned to the Chang residence from the capital with precious gold, silver and osmanthus, rushed into Jingyouxuan without even paying respects to her parents.
"Xixi, Xixi..." Holding a pot of sweet osmanthus with soil, Chang Huaili kicked open the door and called out for Wang Xizhen, whom he hadn't seen for over a month, before even stepping inside.
But instead of his beloved, Xiangmei greeted him from behind. "Young Master, you're back!" Xiangmei cleverly took the flowerpot from Chang Huaili and carefully placed the sweet osmanthus, which had already sprouted tiny buds, on the table.
After waiting a while and still not seeing Wang Xizhen, Chang Huaili was about to walk towards the inner room when he heard Xiangmei's voice.
"Young Master, don't go in. Miss Zhen isn't in the manor." Chang Huaili turned around upon hearing this. "Not in the manor? Where did Xixi go?" This answer was completely unexpected.
Because unless she was with him, Wang Xizhen usually didn't leave the manor, and besides, Xiangmei, who should be with her, was still in the manor. There was no reason for her to go out alone!
"Miss Zhen and Miss Ren went out together, saying they were going to..." Xiangmei was interrupted before she could finish answering.
"Who is Miss Ren?" This unfamiliar surname caught Chang Huaili's attention.
"Eh? Young Master, you don't know who Miss Ren is?" This was strange. Wasn't Miss Ren the daughter of the Ren family's shipping business in Liucheng? How could the young master not know?
"Who gave you permission to answer me with a question? Speak! Who is Miss Ren?" Not seeing the person he missed immediately made Chang Huaili's temper somewhat agitated, so he lost patience with Xiangmei.
"Miss Ren is the daughter of the Ren family's shipping business in Liucheng!" Seeing her master's expression, Xiangmei explained clearly in one breath, "Young Master, you've only been gone for two days, and she came to our mansion." Frowning, Chang Huaili pondered for a while. The goods that the Chang family sent to the north had been transported by the Ren family since his father took charge. The relationship between the Ren family and the Chang family was indeed very deep, but... did the Ren family have a daughter?
Although he frequently visited the Ren family in Liucheng, he had never paid attention to whether the Ren family patriarch, Ren Qianshi, had a daughter… After thinking for a while, a vague image suddenly flashed through Chang Huaili's mind. "That's it! The Ren family's daughter…" Indeed, besides his three sons, Ren Qianshi did have a beautiful daughter, but he had only seen her once a year ago, so he didn't have a strong impression of her.
"Where did they go? How long have they been gone? Also, why weren't you with Xixi?" Chang Huaili recalled that there was indeed such a person, and his heart was slightly at ease, but he still needed to find out Wang Xizhen's whereabouts.
"Miss Zhen admires Miss Ren's embroidery skills, so she wants to learn more embroidery techniques from Miss Ren. After breakfast this morning, they went to the market to choose embroidery thread." Xiangmei heard her mistress seem to be scolding her for not going with Wang Xizhen. Although she was eager to explain, remembering her mistress's impatient reaction earlier, she decided it would be better to explain where Wang Xizhen had gone first.
"And what about you? With the mistress gone, what are you doing in the manor?" Although Xiangmei staying in the manor would let him know where Wang Xizhen was, Xiangmei's most important job should be accompanying Yu Xizhen.
"Yes... Miss Zhen said they'd be back soon, and that Miss Ren's maid, Youqian, would be fine with them. She told me to stay in the manor and find the old embroidery threads and organize them so they can be used when they return." Xiangmei looked at her mistress's still-uncomfortable face, her heart pounding with anxiety, fearing punishment.
Seeing the densely packed various colored embroidery threads on the table, Chang Huaili's brows finally relaxed completely. "From now on, whether Xizhen wants you to come or not, you must come. If she's unhappy, just say I ordered you to, understand?" "Yes, Xiangmei understands!" Xiangmei quickly replied.
"Alright, go do your work!" Returning to his room only to find his beloved absent, Chang Huaili had no choice but to go back to the front hall to pay his respects to his parents. Chang Huaili
was given a long lecture by his parents, who instructed him to take good care of Ren Yingying. They explained that the young lady had never left home before, and that Master Ren trusted the Chang family, which was why he was letting his precious daughter stay with them.
The scenery and climate of Nanhuan City were completely different from Liucheng, where the Ren family lived. Although it was already autumn, everything was still lush and green, with only a few treetops showing a hint of red.
Nanhuan City was bustling and prosperous, filled with shops and businesses. Compared to the vast but less vibrant Liucheng, Nanhuan City was much more fun. Therefore, Song Yuanchun instructed her son to take time out of his work to show Ren Yingying around Nanhuan City and not to neglect her.
Annoyed by the nagging, Chang Huaili finally managed to escape from Changchun Hall and was about to head towards Jingyou Pavilion when he saw Wang Xizhen walking towards him from the direction of the main gate.
He rushed forward to greet her, not waiting for her to get closer.
"Xixi..." Wang Xizhen, who had been talking to Ren Yingying with her head tilted to the side, heard the voice of Chang Huaili, whom she had been longing for. She forgot what she was saying and, before even turning her head, her face lit up with bright joy.
"Brother Li..." Wang Xizhen's heart immediately flew to Chang Huaili, who was approaching her. Just as she was about to run towards him, she was stopped by a force tugging at her sleeve.
Before she could turn around to see what was tugging at her sleeve, Chang Huaili was already standing in front of her.
"You're back? Oh, don't..." Smiling, she looked up at her beloved, but before she could finish her greeting, Wang Xizhen quickly reached out and blocked Chang Huaili's chest as he leaned towards her.
No matter how happy she was, she hadn't forgotten that they were standing on a busy path, especially with Ren Yingying and You Qian standing beside them! How could she let him do something intimate with her?
She pushed Chang Huaili away with both hands, stopping him from getting any closer, her face slightly flushed as she whispered, "What are you doing? Can't you see there are guests here?" Although displeased with Wang Xizhen's refusal, Chang Huaili could only suppress his desire to get closer to her. When his gaze fell on Ren Yingying standing beside Wang Xizhen, he still forcibly put his arm around Wang Xizhen's shoulder and pulled her into his embrace.
Ren Yingying wore a perfect smile, showing no reaction to the intimate interaction between the young lovers before her, simply watching quietly from the side.
Only when Chang Huaili turned his attention to her did she politely nod and say softly, "Brother Chang, do you remember Yingying? We met in Liucheng." Looking closely at the beautiful Ren Yingying before him, Chang Huaili finally recalled their last meeting.
He remembered that while Ren Yingying was pretty then, she wasn't as poised and confident as she was now. Because she had come out to meet guests as instructed by her father, she had immediately turned shyly and gone back to her room.
That was why his impression of Ren Yingying was so vague.
After more than a year, the Ren Yingying standing before him now had clearly shed her childishness and displayed the charm of a young woman.
"I remember. It's only been a little over a year, and Miss Ren has become even more beautiful." This praise wasn't just polite; it came from the bottom of his heart. "
Yingying is just average-looking; Brother Chang is too kind," Ren Yingying said, seemingly embarrassed by the compliment, covering her mouth with a smile.
Seeing Ren Yingying's humble demeanor, Wang Xizhen couldn't help but speak up, "You're too kind, little sister. Your beauty stunned me the first time I saw you! I often think that you might be the reincarnation of the goddess Luo Shen Mi Fei!" Wang Xizhen's words immediately drew Chang Huaili's attention back. Before Ren Yingying could respond to Wang Xizhen's praise, he preemptively said to her, "Miss Ren, I have something to discuss with Xizhen. Please make yourself at home." "Wait... Brother Li, you..." Without having time to speak to Ren Yingying and unable to resist Chang Huaili's forceful pull, Wang Xizhen was half-carried and half-pulled away by Chang Huaili.
If Chang Huaili and Wang Xizhen had turned around at this moment, they would have noticed that Ren Yingying, who was standing there watching them leave, had a strange and sinister glint in her eyes... "Brother Li, what are you doing? How can you leave your guests behind..." Once they were out of Ren Yingying and You Qian's hearing range, Wang Xizhen struggled to ask.
Before she could finish speaking, Chang Huaili swept her up in his arms and swung her into the dense bushes beside the path. "Ah...where are you taking me?" As soon as Chang Huaili carried Wang Xizhen into the bushes, and the thick foliage concealed their figures, he immediately lowered his head and silenced her cries with a kiss.
His passionate and urgent kiss erased all her protests and questions. His strong, warm tongue churned her reason into chaos, causing her to relax in his arms and cooperate by extending her small tongue to entwine and lick with his, letting herself be intoxicated by the long-lost sweetness.
"Mmm...uh..." He curled her tongue and pulled it into his mouth, sucking on her soft tongue while sipping the warm, moist saliva from her mouth.
Her soft moans made him tremble all over, his manhood pushing against his clothes, his bulge clearly showing his burning desire for her.
His passionate kiss left her breathless, her chest tight and gasping for air. But her lips, desperately needing more, were held tightly in his, his tongue swirling and licking passionately within her mouth, oblivious to her struggles.
She had to grab his hair, which was tied back at the nape of his neck, and turn her head to try and breathe.
The force of her grip on his hair caused him to tilt his head back slightly, finally managing to pull his burning lips away from hers.
He, too, was breathless, his eyes filled with desire as he gazed at her. "Xixi, you'll drive me crazy!" he whispered in a low, husky voice, his passion driving him forward. The throbbing in his lower body prompted him to move, carrying her deeper into the forest.
In the dense, silent woods, far from any path, where no one could see or hear him, Chang Huaili placed Wang Xizhen under a love tree, letting her lean against its tall, thick trunk.
He ripped off her belt with a large tug and began to passionately seduce her.
Lost in his kisses, Wang Xizhen snapped back to reality by his rough actions and quickly grabbed his hand, which was about to lift her long skirt. "Brother Li, are you crazy? We're outside… Ouch! Don't pull…" But her strength was no match for his raging lust. He quickly stripped off her underpants and tossed them to the ground.
Ignoring her struggles, he turned her over to face the tree trunk. "Yes! I'm crazy… Baby, hold onto the trunk." For her balance, even without his instructions, she had to use her small hands to brace herself against the rough tree trunk.
As he pushed her skirt up to her slender waist, she turned her head, trying to stop his recklessness. "Not here. If someone sees us, we... ah... um..." In one swift motion, he used his thick legs to pry open her snow-white, bare thighs, simultaneously loosening his trousers and squeezing his narrow buttocks between her legs, thrusting his thick, long penis into her not-yet-wet flower from behind.
"Ah... it hurts... Brother Li, don't move..." Although the previous kisses had already made her vagina secrete some moisture, it still wasn't enough to withstand his thickness.
After two or three thrusts, her cries of pain, the lack of lubrication in her vagina, and her reflexive contraction of her narrow opening due to pain all made it difficult for his eager penis to thrust freely.
In order not to hurt her, he tensed his body, forcing himself to stop thrusting.
He ripped open her bodice with one hand, pulling down her undergarment to reveal her two soft, white breasts. His large hand immediately grasped one breast, squeezing and kneading it. His other hand reached into the space where their bodies were joined, searching for the sensitive clitoris hidden beneath her vulva.
His large hand pulled at her erect, rosy nipples, grasping the soft flesh, while his thick fingers kneaded her already swollen, round clitoris. Her vulva was fully filled with his hot, hard penis, and soon she went limp, her vulva overflowing with passionate love juice.
"Ah... ah..." She arched her back, pressing her breasts even deeper into his hands, enjoying the caresses while letting out a beautiful moan.
His penis, deeply embedded in her vulva, was moistened by the slippery love juice, and his fingers caressing her clitoris were also slick with moisture. Her full breasts swelled and became even heavier in his hands, and her melodious moans confirmed that she was ready for him.
So he grasped her full breasts and began thrusting into her, officially commencing their passionate lovemaking.
For over a month, they hadn't accepted the beautiful woman the branch manager had arranged for him. Whenever he thought of her at night, the burning desire in his lower abdomen kept him tossing and turning, unable to sleep. After
accumulating desire for over a month, seeing the figure he had longed for, how could he possibly restrain his lust? Of course, he had to hold her close and comfort himself to the fullest!
He thrust into her snow-white buttocks, the slapping of his thighs and hips against her elastic flesh making him want to bite her.
His thick, long penis, like a red-hot iron, pounded into her tender opening, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, stimulating different parts of her vagina with each thrust.
She moaned softly as he thrust in and out, her seductive voice further fueling his lust, his lower body swelling with each thrust.
His thick, long penis repeatedly forced open her tight, wet flower-like opening. "Xixi, moan louder... I love hearing your moans, hurry! Moan louder..." Her body swayed forward with each thrust, and to avoid being pushed against the rough tree trunk by his powerful force, she had to brace herself with her arms, trying to hold onto the tree and endure his plunder. "Mmm... mmm..." Although she heard his request, she didn't forget that they were making love outdoors, and dared not let her guard down and moan loudly, only letting out soft, uncontrollable whimpers.
"Xixi, be good, moan louder... I want to hear your pleasurable moans... hurry..." He thrust in and out at varying speeds and in different directions, the friction against her petals and tender flesh creating loud, wet sounds.
The intense pleasure made her arch her back, her little buttocks raised high to receive his thrusts. Waves of pleasure coursing through her body from her private parts and breasts almost drove her to the brink of death.
She finally succumbed to complete infatuation, unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body. Obeying his command, she gradually opened her throat, wildly crying out the joy her body was experiencing.
"Ah... ah... I feel so good... I want more... faster... Brother Li..." She completely forgot where she was, her wanton words echoing through the deep forest.
She had no idea how wanton and alluring she looked, like a bewitching enchantress who could make men willingly die on her body, making Chang Huaili thrust even harder into her buttocks.
"Ah... ah... Brother Li, my hole is so numb, so sore... you're too thick... making me... ah!" Her small hands, which were supporting her on the tree trunk, trembled slightly. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth slightly open, her pink tongue half-protruding. He was so busy thrusting that she forgot to swallow the saliva in her mouth, and a few strands of bright, fragrant saliva flowed wantonly down the corners of her mouth.
As he thrust in and out, she suddenly let out a high-pitched moan, "Mmm..." Her eyes closed, and her whole body trembled as she reached orgasm with his relentless thrusting. Her trembling legs could no longer bear it; her legs gave way,
and she slid down limply. "Xixi..." Although he held her slender waist tightly, the copious amount of fluid flowing from her vagina caused his penis to slip out of her body during the thrusting.
Deprived of the fullness of his penis, her spasming passage expelled all the hot fluid she had released, dripping onto the grass below, making it wet and glistening with a silvery sheen.
She knelt before him with her legs spread, and the erotic scene between her legs made him immediately kneel down with her, aiming his wet penis back at her constantly opening and writhing crimson opening.
With a low growl, he thrust his thick, long penis hard into her tight, tender passage, still reeling from the afterglow of her orgasm, and began thrusting passionately once more.
Enveloped and rubbed by her engorged, supple flesh, he thrust wildly behind her for a while, ejaculating his hot semen deep into her body with a throbbing passion… After leaving his seed inside her with a low growl, his erect penis, still stiff and imposing, did not subside.
He withdrew his still-erect, viscous penis, gently lifted the unconscious Wang Xizhen, and laid her lightly on the grass… Looking at her lying on the ground, her clothes disheveled, her hair loose, her beauty captivating, and the alluring blush on her exposed skin from the passion, his erect penis throbbed with excitement.
Ignoring her incomplete consciousness, he pressed his strong body against her unconscious form.
Unable to resist the burning desire within him, he opened his mouth and pressed his tongue into her red lips, while his lower body once again plunged into her passage, mingled with his own love juices and her own hot fluids.
He brazenly licked the saliva from her mouth, his fiery lips and tongue sliding down her jawline and neck to her high, finger-marked breasts.
His rough hands cupped a soft breast, and he took the firm nipple atop the snowy flesh into his mouth.
Her alluring fragrance filled his nose and mouth; the flesh against his tongue was slippery and tender, inviting him to suckle and lick the exquisite softness.
"Mmm…ah…" His insatiable demands pulled her back from the deep afterglow of her orgasm, and before he could even thrust a few times, she was once again brought to the peak of passion beneath him.
Her fingers gripped his shoulders tightly, her long nails digging deep into his firm flesh. The intense pleasure made her completely lose control, scratching his skin until it bled.
"Ah...I want...ah...I'm dying...ah..." Waves of climax washed over her, her sensitive, easily touched clitoris being stirred by him, constantly secreting copious amounts of hot fluid, surprisingly abundant.
Her nails, deeply embedded in his flesh, were stained red with his blood, and the stinging pain on her shoulder transformed into intense pleasure, directly stimulating him, causing his penis, which was thrusting inside her, to tremble violently. He gritted his teeth, groaning as he thrust wildly, his penis rapidly pumping in and out of her.
Her whole body trembled violently, her vaginal opening contracting as if to keep his penis inside her forever.
That bone-melting, soul-stirring passion quickly triggered his extremely sensitive penis, the tip once again spraying thick love fluid into her vagina... Lost in the passion of lust, they were completely unaware that their private lovemaking had been witnessed by others.
Chang Huaili, like a maddened, out-of-control beast, entangled the beautiful Wang Xizhen, constantly venting his lust on her body, satisfying his greedy desires.
Back at the Chang residence, Chang Huaili didn't even eat lunch or pay his respects to his parents. He then thoroughly tormented
Wang Xizhen for the entire afternoon, driving her to ecstasy and causing her to experience repeated orgasms. After that afternoon of intense passion, Wang Xizhen could only stay in Jingyouxuan, lying in bed for the next two days. Not only did she suffer from backache and weakness, but her private parts were also red and swollen from his ministrations, making her unable to even get out of bed.
To atone for his actions, Chang Huaili pampered Wang Xizhen even more, staying by her side for two days until she could move freely again.
This not only neglected Ren Yingying, who was visiting the residence, but also angered Song Yuanchun, who became even more disgusted with Wang Xizhen.
"Why do you look so unhappy? Did Madam scold you again because of me?" Wang Xizhen greeted him, looking tenderly at Chang Huaili as he entered.
"It's none of your business." Seeing his beloved, Chang Huaili's expression softened, and he gently stroked Wang Xizhen's cheek. "I don't know how long Miss Ren will stay in the mansion. She keeps asking me to take her around, but I don't know if I have time! Mother also..." Hearing Chang Huaili complain about Ren Yingying as soon as he opened his mouth, Wang Xizhen quickly covered his mouth with her hand and said in a low voice, "Keep your voice down, she's staying here! You should consider her feelings..." She glanced at him, "Besides, Yingying is just a young girl, how has she bothered you? She's sensible and cute, she's come from afar, and she hasn't troubled you much. Taking her out to see the scenery and wander around occasionally, how difficult is that for you?" "I see you get along quite well with her, you two get along so well?" Chang Huaili affectionately put his arm around Wang Xizhen's waist and was about to walk into the room, but she forcibly stopped him.
"Yes! My parents didn't leave me a younger brother or sister. After they left, I don't even have any siblings to rely on. Yingying is cute and knows how to be affectionate, it's like having a little sister." Hearing Wang Xizhen say that she didn't even have anyone to rely on, Chang Huaili felt uncomfortable. "You still have me even though you don't have parents. What do you mean by not having anyone to rely on? Isn't having me enough?" Seeing him put on a stern face and get jealous, she couldn't help but find it funny. "You're a grown man acting like a woman, even worrying about this? Besides, who knows what the future holds? You're good to me, but as long as we haven't reached the end, anything is uncertain." Wang Xizhen was smiling at first, but as she spoke, her smile disappeared, and a little sadness settled in her heart.
"I don't like hearing you say things like that. I'll be your eternal support until I'm in my coffin. No matter what happens, I'll never tire of you. You're the apple of my eye, the treasure in my palm..." Chang Huaili hugged Wang Xizhen, lowered his head and kissed her forehead. "Your mother gave you such a wonderful name. She knew that without them, you would be the apple of my eye, the one I cherish most..." After saying this, Chang Huaili tried to lead Wang Xizhen towards the room, but she stopped him again.
Hearing his words warmed her heart and moved her deeply, but seeing the lustful glint in his eyes, she grabbed him impatiently, refusing to go into the room with him.
"Just talk, why are you dragging me into the room?" Seeing the expression on his face and the burning gaze in his eyes, she knew what he was up to.
Seeing that she had discovered his intentions, he didn't bother to hide his passion for her. His hand, which had been around her slender waist, moved down to her round, pert buttocks. With a slight pull, he pressed her tightly against him. "I want you." "Give me some leeway. Can't you stop getting all horny all the time?" She gave him a coquettish glance, pushed him away forcefully, and slapped off his restless hand on her buttocks. "You really don't get tired of it. You're thinking about that all day long... Aren't you ashamed?" Looking at his lover's coquettish outburst, Chang Huaili couldn't help but laugh heartily. "Hahaha... What's there to be ashamed of? I already don't have enough for you, and if we don't try harder, won't Dad's wish to hold a grandson continue to be unfulfilled?" "Keep your voice down! You don't feel ashamed, but I do!" His shameful words made Wang Xizhen jump up and down. "You're still laughing! If you laugh again, I won't talk to you anymore..." Just as she was about to turn around and leave him, she turned around and saw Ren Yingying coming out from behind.
Now, she didn't know whether to leave or stay, so she could only stand there and force a smile at Ren Yingying.
"Yingying." "What funny thing happened that made Brother Chang laugh so happily? I heard it from behind!" Ren Yingying, followed by You Qian, walked up to Wang Xizhen and Chang Huaili with a cheerful smile and asked with an innocent expression.
"Nothing, just some boring things." Wang Xizhen gave Chang Huaili a warning look before forcing a smile at Ren Yingying. "You've come at the perfect time. It's time for dinner. I was just about to go in and call you. Come on, you two go to the front! Don't keep Master and Madam waiting." She grabbed Chang Huaili and Ren Yingying, one in each hand, and tried to push them towards the door.
"I'm not going to the front today. I'll stay here with you..." Because of Song Yuanchun, Wang Xizhen couldn't dine at the table with everyone; the meals were prepared separately by the small kitchen in Jingyouxuan.
Usually, Chang Huaili would take turns dining with his parents and Wang Xizhen. Today, it was his turn to go to the Manfu Hall in the front to accompany Chang Le and Song Yuanchun, but having just been bothered by his mother, he only wanted to be with Wang Xizhen and didn't plan to go out for dinner.
"What nonsense are you spouting? You rarely come back early, there's no reason you shouldn't keep the master and madam company. Besides, Yingying has been here for half a month, and you haven't even sat down to eat with her properly. As the hostess, you've been impolite. Go, go, go, stop nagging!" Wang Xizhen forcefully pushed Chang Huaili out the door. Seeing that he was still unwilling, she silently mouthed,
"For my sake," which slightly appeased him.
Ren Yingying also stood obediently to the side, letting them argue without saying a word.
Just as Chang Huaili was about to go forward as Wang Xizhen had instructed, Xiangmei happened to return from the front.
"Young Master, Miss Ren, Madam asked me to invite you to dine at Manfu Hall." Xiangmei saw everyone crowding at the door and, although she found it strange, she still delivered the message with a smile.
"Really? They've come to invite you, hurry! Go quickly." Wang Xizhen said, following Xiangmei's lead.
"Alright, stop refusing..." Chang Huaili grabbed Wang Xizhen's hand, but said to Xiangmei, "Xiangmei, you serve Xizhen her meal later. Keep an eye on her and make sure she eats everything she's supposed to, understand?" Wang Xizhen said that he hadn't fulfilled his responsibility as a host. If he refused to dine at Manfu Hall again, it would be embarrassing for Ren Yingying, who was visiting. So even if he was unwilling, he had to accompany Ren Yingying.
"Yes, Xiangmei knows. While you've been away, young master, haven't I taken good care of Miss Zhen? Do
n't worry, young master!" Xiangmei replied with a smile.
Feeling both touched and amused by Chang Huaili's instructions, Wang Xizhen pulled her hand back from his grasp. "It's getting dark, watch your step! Brother Li, Yingying is a girl, keep a close eye on her, don't let her fall." After giving her instructions, Wang Xizhen turned to Chang Fu, the servant who was attending to Chang Huaili, and said, "Afu, you and Youxi carry lanterns to light the way for our master." "Yes, Miss Zhen, don't worry, I'll be careful." Chang Fu took the lantern from Xiangmei.
So Chang Huaili had no choice but to accompany Ren Yingying forward… As dusk approached, the moon rose high in the sky.
Chang Fu walked ahead with the lantern, while Chang Huaili led Ren Yingying and Youxi behind.
The group walked for a while along the path, where the fragrance of night-blooming flowers lingered. No one spoke; only the rustling of pebbles and fallen leaves underfoot and the chirping of insects hidden in the grass could be heard. The silence was unsettling.
Ren Yingying, her head bowed, flashed a hint of displeasure in her eyes. She had never experienced such neglect before, and a slight soreness welled up inside her.
But when she looked up, her face was once again radiant with a perfect, innocent smile.
She looked at the tall figure walking a few steps ahead. "Brother Chang..." Hearing her melodious call, Chang Huaili stopped and turned around. "Miss Ren, is something the matter?" Ren Yingying blinked her large eyes, the glistening tears in them shining brightly in the dim moonlight. Whenever she wore that expression, it softened the hearts of those who saw her.
She believed Chang Huaili wouldn't be an exception either. "Brother Chang, do you not like me being a guest here?
Is it because I'm staying at Jingyouxuan that I'm disturbing you and Sister Xizhen...?" Chang Huaili was, after all, a man. Seeing Ren Yingying's pitiful appearance, even his initial lack of patience vanished.
"No, that's not true. We welcome Miss Ren to our home. How could we not like her? Don't overthink it." Her pitiful, tearful appearance made him quickly and gently coax her.
Ren Yingying delicately sniffed and pursed her lips, lowering her beautiful eyes. Her long eyelashes fluttered gently like butterfly wings. "Really? You don't dislike me?" "What could possibly be disliked about you? Just like Xizhen said, you're beautiful and cute, gentle, obedient, and sensible. Who would dislike or hate you?" This was the second woman, besides Wang Xizhen, he had coaxed so kindly.
Hearing Chang Huaili's words, the tears that had filled Ren Yingying's eyes disappeared. She raised her head and smiled as charmingly as a beautiful flower.
"Really? Then from now on, Brother Chang can just call me Yingying, just like Sister Xizhen. Don't call me Miss Ren anymore, it sounds so formal." Ren Yingying knew how to seize the opportunity and use her charm. She was certain that Chang Huaili would change how he addressed her.
Sure enough, just as she expected, Chang Huaili comforted her and couldn't bear to see her sad anymore. "Okay, from now on I'll treat you like a little sister and call you Yingying." "Hmm! Then besides my three brothers who love to bully me, I'll have a Brother Chang who loves me!" Ren Yingying winked playfully at Chang Huaili, turned around, and skipped away.
She jumped up and down, excitedly shouting, "This is so great! Yingying has another brother besides Sister Xizhen..." Chang Huaili watched Ren Yingying's happy expression and was impressed by her playful and easily satisfied personality. Only now did he truly see her in his eyes; before, she was just a stranger to him.
Seeing her petite body hopping and running on tiptoe, he worried that she might trip in the dim light. "Yingying, don't run, be careful not to fall..." Before he could finish his warning, she stumbled and fell to the ground. "Ah...it hurts..." Hearing her cry, before You Qian and Chang Fu could react, Chang Huaili strode forward and helped the limp Ren Yingying up. "How are you? Did you hurt yourself anywhere?" "Miss, are you alright?" You Qian also ran over, but because she was holding a flashlight, she could only watch anxiously and couldn't help.
Helped up by Chang Huaili, Ren Yingying pretended to be unsteady and placed her small hands on his strong chest and muscular arms. "Ah...it hurts so much, I think I twisted my ankle..." "Oh? Miss, what should we do? What should we do?" You Qian was not as simple as she appeared; she was very shrewd and quickly played along with her mistress.
"Don't panic, let's go to Manfu Hall first. The lighting is better there. I don't know how badly she fell." Chang Huaili noticed that Ren Yingying's small hands, which were resting on him, were trembling slightly. He assumed she was genuinely injured and enduring the pain, so he bent down and picked her up, continuing forward.
"You Qian, you come up ahead and light the way. Chang Fu, go and ask Master Chen to come over and bring his medicine box..." He instructed as he walked.
"Yes!" Chang Fu and You Qian replied in unison, then each went to do their part.
With You Qian guiding the way, Chang Huaili quickly carried Ren Yingying to Manfu Hall.
"Huaili, what happened? What's going on?" As Chang Huaili carried Ren Yingying through the door, the Chang couple, who were waiting in the hall, were startled and quickly stood up to greet him.
Seeing the mud stains on Ren Yingying's dress and the forced smile on her beautiful face, Song Yuanchun hurriedly asked, "Yingying, what happened?" Chang Huaili walked over to his anxious parents, carefully placed Ren Yingying on a chair, and gently comforted her, "Bear with it, Master Chen will be here soon." Then he straightened up and explained to Chang Le and Song Yuanchun who followed behind him, "Yingying didn't see the ground clearly and accidentally fell. She might have twisted her ankle. I've already asked Chang Fu to invite Master Chen to come and take a look." "Oh dear! Yingying, how could you fall like that? You can't be hurt, or how will we explain it to your father?" Song Yuanchun sat down in front of Ren Yingying, touching and looking at her from all angles, extremely anxious.
She looked up and scolded her son, "Huai Li, you can't even keep an eye on someone when you're right next to them. We don't even know how serious it is now. If something really happens, I wonder what you'll use to compensate..." "Auntie, it's Yingying's fault for not listening to Brother Chang. It's Yingying's own fault. Don't blame Brother Chang. It should just be a slight twist. It's nothing serious." Seeing Chang Huai Li being scolded, Ren Yingying quickly interrupted Song Yuanchun and comforted her with a smile.
"He was with you, who else should I blame but him? Come, let me see if you've hurt your face..." Song Yuanchun touched Ren Yingying's hair, gently moving her face from side to side to examine her. "Luckily, this pretty little face isn't hurt. Girls are most afraid of being disfigured..." Just then, Master Chen came into the house, panting. Chang Le hurriedly waved and said, "Master Chen, you've finally arrived! Come, come quickly and see if you're alright." "I heard from Chang Fu that a young lady was injured, right?" Master Chen walked in with his short, chubby legs, responding to Chang Le, and then shouted to Chang, who hadn't yet stepped across the threshold and was carrying his medicine box. Fu called out, "Hey kid, hurry up!" At Chang Le's prompting, Master Chen approached Ren Yingying, who was sitting in a chair, muttering, "These young lads, really, even the strong and young can't keep up with an old man like me, so slow..." Chang Fu, carrying a heavy wooden box on his shoulder, sweated profusely as he placed it on the table. "Master Chen, you can't say that! This box is really heavy. If I weren't strong, no one else could lift it!" Chang Fu had followed Chang Huaili since childhood, and for some reason, one day he suddenly requested to learn medicine from Master Chen at the Chang family's pharmacy during his free time.
Young people's ambition is a good thing, so Chang Huaili granted Chang Fu's request.
Chang Fu was cheerful and kind, always smiling and lively. He happened to meet Master Chen, who was quite old but like a playful old man. The two not only got along well but were also a pair of lively characters, creating countless funny and absurd situations in the mansion every day.
Now, even while rushing to treat someone, he can ramble on and on, making Chang Le, Song Yuanchun, and Chang Huaili, who are watching from the side, quite anxious!
Listening to their cheerful banter, Chang Huaili couldn't help but say, "You old folks, stop your theatrics! If you want to be silly, you'll have plenty to do later. Now focus on the treatment." "Okay, okay, okay, we'll see, aren't we about to?" Master Chen lifted his long robe and tucked it behind his waist, squatted down, and lifted Ren Yingying's right foot. "Young lady, excuse me, I need to take off your shoes. I'm a doctor, don't be shy." A young lady's feet are usually covered by embroidered shoes and stockings, hidden under her skirt; how could they be casually exposed for others to see? So, before treating her, Master Chen gave a heads-up to avoid offending the young lady.
"Master Chen, please go ahead..." she said generously, but Ren Yingying's face was flushed with embarrassment.
"Alright, I'm going to get to work! Don't hold it in if it hurts, it's okay to cry out, it's better than holding it in..." As Master Chen spoke, he had already taken off the small red embroidered shoes. His words trailed off when he saw the white ankles and small feet beneath the stockings.
Don't think he was stunned because Ren Yingying's feet were too beautiful. As he said, he was already quite old, unlike a young man who would be bewitched by beauty.
He lifted the jade-like small feet, looking at them from left to right. With his forty or fifty years of medical experience, if this young girl really twisted her ankle, he would chop off his head and give it to someone to sit on.
The slender ankle didn't even have a trace of redness or swelling. If it was twisted... it must be the person's heart that was twisted!
From the moment Master Chen was about to remove Ren Yingying's shoes, Chang Huaili and his son Chang Le tacitly moved aside. Of course, two grown men couldn't just stare at someone's small feet.
Master Chen had been observing for quite some time without uttering a word, and Song Yuanchun couldn't hold back any longer. "Master Chen, how bad is the injury? Please say something! Don't keep scaring me with your silence. Is it serious? Can't you walk anymore?" Compared to Song Yuanchun's anxiety, Ren Yingying, who wasn't injured at all, remained calm and composed, not flustered at all, and unafraid of Master Chen revealing her true condition.
After all, it was her foot; if she insisted it was injured or in pain, what could anyone else do? They would still have to believe her, wouldn't they?
Seeing Master Chen's silence, Ren Yingying knew she had been exposed. "Master Chen, please say something! If I really can't walk, I…I…" She blinked, tears welling in her eyes.
Having made such a fuss, and with the young girl acting so convincingly, Master Chen quickly realized he couldn't let the girl lose face. Offending the distinguished guests of the Chang family might lead to him being blamed!
Anyway, going along with what they said wouldn't cause any trouble, so he cleared his throat. "Who said I can't walk? Little girl, don't start crying like this... Come here, little maid, help your mistress put on her shoes and socks." Master Chen beckoned to You Qian, who was standing by the table. Who in this mansion hadn't he seen before? The unfamiliar maid standing behind Ren Yingying—he didn't need to think too much to know she was this pretty girl's maid.
"What? Don't you need to apply medicine?" Seeing Master Chen stand up, Song Yuanchun also stood up from her chair.
"No bones or tendons are injured, just a slight cut to the skin. As long as you rest more and move around less, it will be fine in a couple of days. Applying medicine will only make the injury worse." Master Chen instructed the Chang family father and son and Song Yuanchun, who had turned around.
There's nothing wrong at all, why waste his perfectly good medicine? Master Chen thought to himself, while simultaneously rolling up his sleeves and smoothing out the long robe tucked into his waistband.
Ren Yingying showed no sign of guilt or unease, and smiled as she said to Master Chen, "Master Chen, thank you for your trouble. It's just a small injury, yet you've made such a trip." "Don't mention it, young lady. Just be more careful next time, and don't fall again." Master Chen inwardly applauded Ren Yingying's performance. He was truly impressed by this beautiful girl who appeared innocent but was actually quite shrewd; she could lie without batting an eye.
"Alright, alright, it's nothing. I still have medicine brewing in my room, so I have to go back." "Take care, Master Chen." Chang Le and Chang Huaili saw Master Chen to the door.
Behind them, poor Chang Fu once again hoisted the heavy wooden box onto his shoulder, muttering, "It's completely useless, and I have to carry it..." This time, it was Wang Xizhen who exclaimed in surprise.
You Qian pushed open the door and turned to let Chang Huaili carry Ren Yingying back to Jingyouxuan.
Wang Xizhen, who was brewing tea with Xiangmei in the small outer hall, put the half-empty kettle back on the table and hurriedly went to greet her, "What's wrong?" Because she regarded Ren Yingying as her younger sister, she did not feel anything was wrong because Chang Huaili was holding Ren Yingying.
"It's nothing, I just didn't listen to Brother Chang and ran on the road, so I twisted my ankle," Ren Yingying nestled in Chang Huaili's arms, explaining sweetly to Wang Xizhen.
"She can't walk very well these past few days, she needs to rest more. Xizhen, move aside a bit so I can put Yingying down," Chang Huaili said to Wang Xizhen, who was standing in front of them.
"Look at me, blocking the way..." Wang Xizhen realized she was blocking the way and quickly moved aside to let Chang Huaili pass.
Seeing that he was about to put Ren Yingying on a chair in the outer hall, she hurriedly said, "Brother Li, don't put Yingying down yet, just carry her to the room. Let her rest early since she's injured." "Okay!" Chang Huaili had only taken a few steps, just turned around the back of the hall and hadn't yet turned into the back corridor, when he suddenly stopped. "Wait a minute..." "What's wrong?" Wang Xizhen, who was behind them, almost bumped into Chang Huaili who had suddenly stopped.
He carefully carried Ren Yingying back to Wang Xizhen and said, "Yingying's room is in the back. She's injured and it's inconvenient for her right now. I think... let her sleep in our room first!" Before Wang Xizhen could reply, Ren Yingying spoke up, "No, Brother Chang, I'm already so sorry to be bothering you at Jingyouxuan. How can you ask me to give up my room?" Chang Huaili immediately responded. "Didn't I tell you not to overthink things? Why..." "Yingying isn't overthinking anything. I'm really sorry to bother you and Sister Xizhen." Ren Yingying said sweetly and coquettishly.
"What are you sorry about? We don't feel bothered at all..." The more Ren Yingying refused, the more sensible Chang Huaili felt. He quickly turned back to Wang Xizhen and asked, "Isn't that right, Xizhen?" Seeing how they suddenly became so friendly, Wang Xizhen felt a little strange, but she didn't think much of it.
"Yes! Yingying, you're too kind. You said you treat me like an older sister, and you even said you were bothering me. Why are you being so polite with me?" Wang Xizhen turned around and walked back to the front without saying a word. "Xiangmei, come help me for a bit..." She planned to tidy up the room and take her and Chang Huaili's clothes to the back room so that Ren Yingying could move in.
"Brother Li, you take Yingying to the outer hall for tea first. Xiangmei and I will tidy up, and then you can carry her in..." Wang Xizhen said as she entered the room.
Xiangmei, who came into the room in response to Wang Xizhen's call, stepped forward and took the sheets and blankets that Wang Xizhen had pulled off. She voiced her question, "Miss Zhen, why do you want to switch rooms with Miss Ren?" "Didn't Brother Li say that Yingying's foot is injured and she can't move around easily? This room is a bit out of place, so it's more convenient for her to stay here for now..." Since Xiangmei had taken over the task of changing the sheets, Wang Xizhen went to the wardrobe and quickly gathered some clothes to change into.
Hearing faint laughter coming from the outer hall, Xiangmei couldn't help but stop what she was doing and turn to look at Wang Xizhen, who was choosing clothes for Chang Huaili. "Miss Zhen, when did the young master and Miss Ren become so familiar?" This was rather strange. The young master usually didn't pay attention to Ren Yingying, so how come they became so close after having dinner together and her tripping?
Xiangmei's question forced Wang Xizhen to confront her own feelings.
She had always monopolized his affection and care, and had never seen him so gentle with another woman. To say she wasn't affected would be a lie.
Her parents had died early, leaving her with Chang Huaili. Before she understood love, she had followed him without fully understanding what was going on. Now, all she had was him to rely on. Besides him, what else did she have?
Shaking her head, she answered the question in her heart, because besides him, she had nothing in this world… She wasn't a pessimistic or suspicious person to begin with, but this unsettling feeling of her mind floating in mid-air left her feeling empty.
Not wanting to dwell on this emotion for too long, she forced a smile and answered Xiangmei, also comforting herself.
“Yingying is naturally likable, and Brother Li isn't difficult to get along with. Once you start talking, you'll naturally become familiar. What's so strange about that?” Without stopping her work, she spoke in a relaxed tone.
“Oh! That makes sense…” Hearing Wang Xizhen's response, Xiangmei didn't say much and simply focused on making the new sheets.
Thinking for a moment, she felt something was amiss. After making the bed, Xiangmei approached Wang Xizhen. “Miss Zhen, everything else is almost done. I'll move the clothes and anything you need to the back room. You go and keep the young master company.” Looking at Xiangmei, knowing she still had something on her mind but hadn't said it aloud, Wang Xizhen smiled at Xiangmei and accepted her kindness. "Thank you for your help. Go and rest when you're done!" "Should I move to the back room too? I'm afraid I won't hear you and the young master calling me at night if I stay in the front room..." Xiangmei originally slept in a small room in the front room not far from the main house. Now that the masters have moved to the back, shouldn't she move too?
Wang Xizhen handed the things she was carrying to Xiangmei, considered Xiangmei's words, and said, "That's fine. Your room is perfect for Youqian to stay in temporarily. It'll be easier for her to serve Yingying. Just pack some clothes and necessities; we'll move back in a couple of days." "Okay, I'll move to the small room in the back after I'm done here." Xiangmei replied, gently pushing Wang Xizhen out the door, gesturing for her to leave.

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