Favoring a Hidden Mistress? Engagement Broken-Chapter 100 - 90

Liu Manrou seemed oblivious to her indifference, often came uninvited to Shaoguang Courtyard, casually fiddling with her collar and rolling up her sleeves, exposing some conspicuous marks.

Xie Wanqing certainly noticed, familiar with the marks of the bedchamber, with just one glance, she could even imagine how someone planted these marks on the delicate and alluring beauty.

That night, Lu Ziyuan stepped into Shaoguang Courtyard again.

Xie Wanqing was sitting at the dressing table, letting Erqing twist her hair. Upon seeing him enter, both the master and servant were startled.

Erqing had grown cold towards the man who took her sister as a concubine and no longer naively believed he had feelings for their girl.

Lu Ziyuan, oblivious to the awkward atmosphere in the room, walked slowly to her back, took over the maiden’s task, and held a cotton cloth to twist her hair. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Xie Wanqing stood up to avoid his hand, "It’s already dry, there’s no need."

She rarely rejected his gestures of goodwill, and the room fell silent.

Perhaps due to his hurried promotion of a concubine to the main wife and the inclusion of his wife’s maid, driven by compensation, Lu Ziyuan’s expression was unusually gentle.

His hand paused, and he said, "I’ll be leaving the Capital in a few days."

Xie Wanqing softly replied with an "hmm."

Another bout of silence followed.

The two stood facing each other, the ground dragon in the room was burning hot, her sleeping clothes were thin, emitting waves of warm fragrance.

Lu Ziyuan’s Adam’s apple moved as he instructed the servants to leave.

As soon as the door closed, he clasped her waist with one hand and tugged at her collar with the other, his lips falling on her shoulder and neck, quickly imprinting a series of hot, wet kisses.

Xie Wanqing reflexively shrank her neck, pushing his face with her hand, saying, "I am a bit tired, you should go elsewhere."

"...What?"

The man buried in her shoulder and neck raised his head, Xie Wanqing met his gaze gently, "I am really tired."

The man’s eyes were calm, with no sign of joy or anger: "The latter sentence."

Only Lu Ziyuan, who was aware of his own emotions, knew his heart had uncontrollably sank when he heard her tell him to go elsewhere.

Filled with rage and a delicate web of disbelief.

But Xie Wanqing seemed oblivious, softly repeating, "You should go elsewhere."

Lu Ziyuan tasted these words, suddenly sneering coldly: "Still not clear about your status? You are my wife, serving your husband is your duty, do you understand?"

As he spoke, he tugged at her clothes, lips approaching once more.

"I said I’m very tired!" Xie Wanqing gathered her collar with both hands, avoiding his touch, her face growing cold: "You have plenty of wives and concubines, is it meaningful to force me?"

"Tired of what? I haven’t touched you in over a month, still haven’t rested enough?" He pinned her waist to bring himself closer, his nose brushing her neck, his voice hoarse: "There are no other wives or concubines. I told you, no one can affect your status."

"I’ll be leaving the Capital soon, don’t make a fuss with me...hmm?"

He was too close, unable to hide his physical reaction.

Of course, he didn’t intend to hide.

Even his eyes were filled with a hazy lust.

Xie Wanqing looked at him fixedly, her mind unconsciously conjuring images of him over Liu Manrou.

Was he equally impatient with her?

Or perhaps a bit more gentle.

Ah yes, there was also Er Xia.

I heard he was doting on Er Xia quite a bit lately.

In a daze, her waist strap was undone, a hand already explored inside her collar.

Suddenly, a burning kiss spread from the collarbone to her lips, and she hurriedly turned away to avoid it, her eyes showing clear rejection.

Lu Ziyuan’s body stiffened, the lust slowly fading away.

"Wanwan, be good, don’t make a fuss with me, okay?"

Xie Wanqing took a deep breath: "Must it be done?"

......

Lu Ziyuan held her in his arms and carried her back to the bed, only then noticing her lips had been bitten to bleed.

He held her chin and looked at her for a moment, frowning, "Why endure? Who dares to overhear when you call out besides me?"

When they were alone, there was never anyone to serve outside the door, and hot water was delivered regularly.

Xie Wanqing slightly turned her head, gasping, without saying a word.

Lu Ziyuan lowered his head to kiss her lips,

Having spent much time in the military camp, he had inevitably picked up a bit of a rogue’s demeanor. Usually manageable, but now he was too furious to choose his words carefully.

Xie Wanqing’s face showed discomfort as she listened, turning away, but her chin was held by the man above her.

"Didn’t you used to call me Brother Ziyan?" Lu Ziyuan’s voice was hoarse: "Say it twice, let me hear it."

Xie Wanqing closed her eyes and remained silent; she had long, long ceased to call him that, especially not in this situation.

The previously obedient girl seemed to be changing her feelings, Lu Ziyuan’s eyes flashed with a touch of anxiety.

Lu Ziyuan gently sorted her sweaty bangs, lowering his gaze to look at the girl in his arms, remaining silent for a long time.

Finally, he lowered his head and kissed her reddened eyelids, as if gently coaxing her.

"Two years, wait a little longer... no later than two years, I promise you an explanation."

Wait for what?

While hearing these words inside him, Lu Ziyuan began to doubt whether the world he was in was the same as the one he inhabited.

Why did it feel like someone in his world posed a significant threat?

Due to some hidden reason, he had to do these things that neglected her.

Is there an enemy secretly opposing him, compelling him to be dismissive to confuse the opponent?