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As he thought he would die in this unbearable torment, a wave of cold air swept in, accompanied by a hint of fragrance. Shen Muqing's consciousness had become completely hazy. He groped towards the source of the scent and could no longer hold back; he lunged forward...
"Ah..."
The next day, before dawn had fully broken, a piercing scream shattered the silence, startling everyone still lost in their dreams. They all jolted upright in bed, and moments later, they dressed quickly and stepped out of their rooms, glancing at each other from different directions.
In one room, Shen Muqing lay sprawled on the floor in a dog-like position, completely naked. Various scratches marred his body, and it was evident that whoever had inflicted them had not held back; the wounds were bleeding, some so severe they could be described as mangled flesh. A clear five-finger mark was visible on his right cheek, slightly swollen.
After a night of exhaustion, he had barely fallen asleep when someone kicked him out of bed. Still dazed, it wasn't until a chill enveloped him that he shook his foggy head and suddenly opened his eyes, staring up in confusion.
At the same time, Yan Zhouwan, who had been too embarrassed to think straight, recognized the familiarity of the room. She looked down at the person on the floor. When their gazes met, shock and coldness flickered between them.
Yan Zhouwan was momentarily stunned. She had clearly fallen asleep in her own room; why did she wake up to see a strange naked back? Her body felt as if it had been run over by a vehicle; even her fingers throbbed with pain. Underneath the covers, she realized she was completely unclothed, and the air was thick with a foul odor. Having been in such a situation before, she knew immediately what had happened and instinctively kicked him off the bed.
She grabbed the blanket and wrapped herself tightly in it, leaving only her head exposed.
Shen Muqing remembered every sensation of that woman beneath him—the moans of pain she made. He could vividly recall how he had taken her forcefully and how wild he had been. Every movement, every thrust, even every inch of her skin brought him clarity. But why was it her? Did He Huan San lead her to him?
If so, why did she go through the trouble of hitting and kicking him while acting so helpless and unwilling?
Suddenly, a cold smirk crept across his lips as he uttered cruel words like daggers:
"Yan Zhouwan, you are truly despicable."
Yan Zhouwan froze for a moment; her eyes instantly filled with tears. Then, without regard for Shen Muqing's presence, she threw off the blanket and got out of bed. Her smooth skin was dotted with red marks stretching from her neck down to her calves. It was clear just how wild Shen Muqing had been last night; even he looked surprised at that moment.
However, Yan Zhouwan paid him no mind as she mechanically put on her disheveled clothes. Shen Muqing forgot that he was still sitting naked on the floor as he watched her get dressed with wide eyes.
"Shen Muqing, I've been foolish once; that's enough. I've paid my dues. From now on, we part ways—our paths will no longer cross."
This was the first time Yan Zhouwan felt she was truly living for herself. Since that promise began, she had dreamed of the young man riding in on a grand horse to marry her. But after a series of events unfolded, she understood that there was no longer any possibility between them. Yet she still couldn't let go. In Linshan County, she sneaked into the army with Xia Muxin's help but was discovered by him and humiliated with words. For him, she suffered an arrow wound; he cared for her but spoke coldly and sarcastically. To save him, she bravely infiltrated enemy territory to obtain reliable information but received only his icy ridicule in return. At that moment, she realized how wrong she had been—terribly wrong.
Two lines that have lost their balance can never intersect again; even if there were once vows exchanged under heaven and earth, they ultimately cannot withstand the test of time.
So, let everything come to an end. She has already paid the highest price, hasn't she?
"What do you mean?"
Just as Yan Zhouwan was fully dressed and about to leave the room, her calf was suddenly grabbed by Shen Muqing. A cold glint flickered in his eyes as he looked at the seemingly dazed Yan Zhouwan, who was filled with a hint of confusion but replied coldly.
Yan Zhouwan did not turn to look at him; she merely curled her lips into a mocking smile and said emotionlessly, "I mean... you are not worthy of me!"
"Damn it, be clear with your words."
Yan Zhouwan remained increasingly calm, while Shen Muqing grew more uncomfortable. He held onto her leg, refusing to let her leave, and spat out words that were icy and biting...
"Uncle..."
Meanwhile, Xia Muxin felt weak all over, lacking any strength. Her eyelids felt heavy, and in a daze, she softly called out for Shen Muhan. After waiting for a while without a response, she tiredly opened her sleepy eyes. The moment she did, she was startled by her situation—how did she end up in the carriage?
Suddenly recalling the shadow from last night, her heart raced, and she jumped.
"Ouch..."
However, due to the sudden movement, she bumped her head and immediately fell back into the carriage, grimacing as she held her head.
"What happened? Muxin?"
At that moment, a wet hand reached in from outside, and Shen Muhan's deep voice followed.
Xia Muxin held her head and looked at Shen Muhan. After a moment of surprise, she exclaimed, "Uncle, did you take a shower this early? Are you putting out fires or catching fish?"
Shen Muhan was drenched; his thin clothes were almost transparent, clearly revealing every contour of his body. His dark hair clung tightly to his back as water droplets continued to drip down. At that moment, Xia Muxin had fully awakened; some memories rushed into her mind, causing her face to flush suddenly. To avoid the awkwardness, she teased him playfully.
"You still dare to speak."
Shen Muhan shot her a glare, then flicked his sleeves and frowned.
To force out the effects of the medicine, he had held her in the water for nearly two hours. During that time, she posed in various ways, tugged at her clothes, and touched herself. More than once, he almost lost control; if it weren't for the fact that they were to be married in a few days, he might have truly devoured her whole.
Xia Muxin stuck out her tongue at him but finally asked, "Is it that woman named Zhou Zhou? Who exactly is she? Is Yan Zhouwan in danger?"
"And am I the only one affected by this, or is everyone?"
With a barrage of questions coming at him, Shen Muhan felt overwhelmed and didn't know which to answer first. In the end, he quickly used his internal energy to dry their clothes, jumped onto the carriage, and gave Xia Muxin a deep look of exasperation before saying, "Let's go back and check on Yan Zhouwan."
As soon as he finished speaking, the carriage began to speed away.
Xia Muxin clenched her fists tightly, gritting her teeth. Shen Muqing, if you bully Yan Zhouwan again, I will make you regret it.
*
Slap...
The moment Yan Zhouwan stepped out of the door, she was met with a resounding slap across the face. Following that was a torrent of self-reproachful words:
"How could you be so despicable? To achieve your own goals without scruples, even resorting to such vile and shameless acts!"
The one questioning her was none other than Sister Tang's disciple, Zhou Zhou. At that moment, she was crying pitifully, one hand clutching her chest while the other pointed accusingly at the pale-faced Yan Zhouwan, her voice hoarse from shouting.
Behind her stood a crowd—members of the Xia Family and Shen Family—but Yan Zhouwan ignored them all. She merely curled her lips into a cold smile and addressed the overly dramatic woman before her:
"You've been plotting for this day for a long time, haven't you? Your plan has failed; didn't expect it would be me instead."
Her cold words caused the woman in front of her to pale slightly, but only for a moment. Soon after, a pitiful and aggrieved voice reached her ears:
"I don't understand what you're saying!"
At the same time, a loud slap echoed, and before anyone could comprehend what was happening, a figure flashed by, followed by the sound of impact.
The woman's head was knocked to the side, and a hint of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
Xia Muxin didn’t even glance at her; instead, she grabbed Yan Zhouwan and glared at her slightly swollen cheek and the red spots on her neck, roaring:
"Weren't you told how to retaliate against those who bully you? If I see you being so weak and getting beaten again, I won’t consider you my friend anymore."
Yan Zhouwan had been holding back tears, but Xia Muxin's words made her unable to contain her feelings any longer. She tightly clutched Xia Muxin's sleeve, crying quietly without making a sound. Seeing her endure so much while the real culprit remained hidden made Xia Muxin furious. Just as she was about to storm in, Shen Muhan pulled her back. He merely cast a faint glance at Yan Zhouwan before patting Xia Muxin's shoulder and entering the room.
Shen Muqing was struggling to put on his clothes. Yan Zhouwan's foot was too heavy; he had injuries from last night and had been kicked off the bed without any defense. Now, he felt excruciating pain below his waist, sweating profusely with every movement. When he saw Shen Muhan come in, he gritted his teeth and let out a breath.
Shen Muhan approached and pressed directly on his waist, then chuckled:
"Even if you're eating meat now, take it easy; your sit bones are fractured."
- End of Chapter -
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