Chapter 927: The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor
Chapter 927: Envy, Jealousy, and Hatred Turned Bad (4)
Late at night, Mo Yan was peacefully asleep in bed when she suddenly felt something light, like feathers, brushing against her face. Half asleep and half awake, she thought it was an annoying mosquito. She waved her hand at her face, her beautiful brows furrowing slightly, clearly irritated by the "disruption."
A soft laugh rang out, like thunder in her ear, instantly chasing away all her drowsiness. She jolted awake and sat up abruptly, only to bump her forehead against something hard. The impact left her seeing stars and nearly biting her own tongue.
"Ugh—" Xiao Ruiyuan gasped in pain, rubbing his head that had been struck, a bitter smile appearing on his face. "Yan'er, are you trying to murder your future husband?"
Looking at his fiancée, who had been sleeping soundly, Xiao Ruiyuan couldn't resist giving her a kiss on the cheek. He hadn't expected such a sharp retaliation. The punishment had come too swiftly.
Mo Yan's head was a little fuzzy, and after staring at Xiao Ruiyuan for a few moments, she finally realized what had just happened. She felt a little guilty at first, but upon hearing his self-reported "suffering," she pressed her forehead and said angrily, "Who are you pretending to be, calling yourself my husband? Have I acknowledged you as such?"
Xiao Ruiyuan was left speechless, and he sat down beside her. He placed soft kisses on her forehead, cheek, and the tip of her nose, finally landing a gentle kiss on her rosy lips. He lingered there for a while, until her face flushed and she struggled to breathe. In a soft voice, he said, "If I were not your husband, would you let anyone treat you like this, hmm?"
Mo Yan glared at the man who had taken advantage and was now playing innocent.
When they finally managed to sit down and have a serious conversation, it was half an hour later.
With her swollen lips, Mo Yan felt like even speaking was a torture. She glared fiercely at the man, but deep down, she felt a deep sense of helplessness. This man was becoming worse and worse. No, this wasn’t even human anymore; he was more like a wolf starving for hundreds of years!
Xiao Ruiyuan, unaware of the curses swirling in her mind, saw her deliberately sitting farther away from him, and his frustration grew. He had warned himself to take it slow and not scare her, but every time, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting more.
The look of guilt on his face, in Mo Yan's eyes, turned into nothing but a feigned act. She asked irritably, "What do you want? Is there something you can’t write about in a letter?" She really just wanted to send this man far, far away.
Seeing her finally speak, Xiao Ruiyuan felt as if he had been granted a reprieve. He walked quickly to her side, tightly holding her hand, and looked her in the eyes. "I just wanted to see you."
Mo Yan was caught by the intensity of his gaze, and for a moment, she almost blurted out, "Actually, I want to see you too."
But even without speaking, her eyes betrayed her thoughts. Xiao Ruiyuan fought to suppress a certain wicked thought that had just emerged, his throat dry. He struggled to change the subject, "What’s the deal with the Cui family?"
Mo Yan didn’t catch the jealousy in his voice and casually replied, "It's just what it is. Fortunately, the imperial marriage decree came in time, or I wouldn't know how to deal with it."
Thinking of Madam An, who knew she was already betrothed but shamelessly tried to steal her fiancé, Mo Yan felt that without the imperial marriage decree, and if her betrothed had not been someone as powerful as Xiao Ruiyuan, the Cui family might have really found a way to ruin her engagement.
Xiao Ruiyuan's eyes darkened for a moment, but he said casually, "If anyone like that comes to the door again, just throw them out."
Mo Yan sneered, "Do you think anyone would dare? Even if the Emperor himself gave the marriage decree, no one would risk breaking it." Such a thing would never happen again.
That’s true!
Xiao Ruiyuan was satisfied, thinking that the imperial marriage decree had finally served its purpose. But when he thought about the letter he had received earlier, in which Mo Yan had sounded so pleased with the Cui family's proposal, he couldn’t help but feel unsettled. He scowled and held her face firmly, directing her gaze at him. "You’re already someone’s wife. From now on, you can't think about anyone else."
Mo Yan, fighting back laughter, deliberately said, "That depends on how you treat me. If you're not good to me, why should I not think about someone else? Besides, we haven’t formally married yet, and the Emperor still owes me a promise. If you ever wrong me, this engagement can end anytime…"
Before she could finish, Xiao Ruiyuan kissed her harshly on the lips, silencing the words she was about to speak. He feared that, in a fit of impulse, he might strangle this mischievous little woman. Perhaps he wasn't as gentle with her as other men were with their wives, but to stay with her for a lifetime, he would give up everything and never betray her.
Mo Yan was kissed senseless, her lips burning with pain. She inwardly cursed herself for provoking this volatile man. If she hadn't, it would have been her suffering.
(End of Chapter)
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