After Faking My Death, My Iceberg Ex-Wife Went Crazy for Me - Chapter 6

The door opened and closed. Geng Xiaoxiao, curled up under a blanket, tilted her head to watch Ye Ling.

Ye Ling’s brow was furrowed, her satin shirt slightly wrinkled, and there was a faint smudge on her right shoulder.

Noticing Ye Ling seemed unaware of her presence, Geng Xiaoxiao spoke up, “You’re back?”

Ye Ling paused, her gaze following the sound to find her. “It’s late. Why aren’t you resting?”

Geng Xiaoxiao evaded the question. “Aunt Zhang made ginger tea. I’ll go get you some.”

She threw back the blanket, slipped into her slippers, and shuffled away.

As she turned, Ye Ling’s stiff shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly.

There was still a bowl of ginger tea left. Afraid it would be too strong, Geng Xiaoxiao stirred in half a spoonful of honey.

As she carried the bowl to the living room, Ye Ling emerged from the bedroom.

She had changed her clothes and casually bunned her long hair at the back of her head, damp tendrils clinging to the nape of her neck as if she had just showered.

Given the short time, it seemed she had barely wet her skin before rinsing off.

For some reason, Geng Xiaoxiao recalled a conversation she had overheard two years ago while eating at a roadside stall with classmates. Two men at the next table were loudly discussing their philandering escapades.

One of them said, “Every time I get home, I throw my clothes in the washing machine first, then take a shower. My wife is too busy with the kids to notice…”

Geng Xiaoxiao couldn’t remember the rest, but that particular line had inexplicably stuck in her mind.

Such a crude yet clever trick.

She lowered her gaze, her eyes briefly meeting Ye Ling’s.

Ye Ling approached and, noticing the solitary porcelain bowl on the table, asked, “Aren’t you having any?”

Geng Xiaoxiao shook her head. “I already had some.”

Ginger tea warms the body, and so does alcohol. Rounding up, she had indeed already had some.

“Aunt Zhang said to drink it while it’s hot. I reheated it. Be careful, it’s still hot,” she cautioned.

“Okay.”

Ye Ling pulled out a chair and sat down. She scooped up a spoonful of ginger tea, scraped off excess liquid against the bowl’s rim, blew on it three times, and then brought it to her lips.

The entire process was nearly silent. Geng Xiaoxiao sat beside her, propping her head on her hand, her eyes following the spoon’s every dip and rise.

These graceful movements were something Geng Xiaoxiao could never master.

“…Still staring?”

The spoon sank to the bottom of the bowl, sending ripples across the surface. Geng Xiaoxiao mumbled, her voice muffled by her nose, “Huh?”

“I said…” Ye Ling gently tilted Xiaoxiao’s chin upward. In the soft lamplight, those mesmerizing peach blossom eyes were breathtakingly beautiful.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Ye Ling murmured, her lips parting and closing, the words dripping with sensual tenderness.

Xiaoxiao’s raven-feather lashes fluttered, and her heart skipped a beat. The explanation she’d been about to offer died in her throat.

She obeyed, averting her gaze. But with her chin held captive, she could only half-close her eyes, looking like a lamb awaiting slaughter.

Ye Ling chuckled, pressing her thumb firmly against Xiaoxiao’s lips before releasing her.

Perhaps feeling a slight discomfort, Xiaoxiao opened her eyes and licked her lips, her teeth immediately closing around them. The bl00d-red color faded, only to be quickly replaced by an even deeper hue.

She had no idea how utterly captivating these innocent gestures appeared to others.

Two months still seemed too long.

Now that Xiaoxiao had willingly entered Mo Yuan and jumped into her palm, there was no reason not to take her along from now on.

Ye Ling’s gaze deepened, becoming almost tangible as it traced the delicate curve of Xiaoxiao’s jawline downward.

Her eyes froze.

Yesterday, during their teasing, a vivid red mark had appeared across the most sensitive part of Xiaoxiao’s body—the one place she couldn’t bear to be touched.

The scratch was shallow, like a mark left by a fingernail or a similar object.

It couldn’t possibly have been self-inflicted.

Ye Ling reached out, her fingers gripping Xiaoxiao’s delicate nape. Her voice was icy as she demanded, “Who did this?”

“What?” Xiaoxiao asked, her expression bewildered, clearly still out of the loop.

No matter, Ye Ling thought. I’ll guide you through this, step by step, until you give me a satisfactory explanation.

Ye Ling released her nape and cupped Xiaoxiao’s left ear, her hand sliding down her neck to her shoulder.

“I’m asking you,” she repeated, “who made this mark on your neck?”

The cool pads of Ye Ling’s fingers lingered on Xiaoxiao’s neck, sending a faint, tingling itch through her skin.

Xiaoxiao tilted her head, her limited field of vision preventing her from seeing anything.

She racked her memory, recalling a stinging sensation when she’d been washing her neck with body wash in the shower. It hadn’t been severe, so she’d dismissed it.

“I probably got it while playing with friends,” she answered truthfully.

“What kind of game would scratch you there?”

Ye Ling’s gaze turned colder as she noticed something. “You’ve been drinking, haven’t you?”

Two questions in quick succession left Xiaoxiao unsure which to answer first. Her silence, in Ye Ling’s eyes, seemed like a silent act of defiance.

“I’ve only been gone for two months…”

Ye Ling’s fingernail traced down Xiaoxiao’s collarbone, following its contours until it came to rest on her abdomen.

Leaning closer, Ye Ling captured Xiaoxiao’s small, soft earlobe between her lips.

“Do I need to remind you of your position?”

Geng Xiaoxiao wisely remained silent.

Her earlobe burned, and Ye Ling’s lingering breaths brushed against her neck.

A tingling numbness spread across her waist. She endured it until Ye Ling, growing impatient, pressed harder and kissed the faint scar.

The wound had already scabbed over, but the meticulous kisses and nibbles only intensified the itch.

She could no longer restrain herself. A low moan escaped her throat as she arched her back, pulling Ye Ling into a full embrace.

Ye Ling chuckled with delight, reaching out to tilt Xiaoxiao’s chin upward once more.

Geng Xiaoxiao tilted her head back, passively accepting the kiss.

Ye Ling’s kisses were meticulous, tracing from lip to tongue. Before she knew it, Ye Ling had invaded her entire mouth.

The spicy warmth of the ginger tea lingered, making Geng Xiaoxiao’s heart pound. If only I’d added another half-spoon of honey, she thought.

Disliking the ginger flavor, she abruptly pulled Ye Ling closer, trapping her between herself and the table with a soft gasp.

Seizing the opportunity, Geng Xiaoxiao launched her counterattack.

Ye Ling’s lower lip bore a dark red scab—Xiaoxiao’s handiwork from earlier that morning.

Geng Xiaoxiao gently avoided the scab, pried open Ye Ling’s teeth, and plunged in with unrestrained fervor.

The flood of saliva diluted the ginger’s spiciness, leaving only the honey’s lingering sweetness.

Even during the kiss, Geng Xiaoxiao remained restless, nipping and teasing Ye Ling’s lips, demanding her full attention.

When the last trace of sweetness had been claimed, she pulled back, leaving a shimmering strand of saliva connecting their lips.

Snap. The strand broke.

“I have a question for President Ye too,” she said, her breathing steady, though her lips were slightly swollen.

Ye Ling opened her eyes slowly, her clear gaze veiled with a watery sheen.

“Who did you meet tonight?”

The room fell so silent you could hear a pin drop. Ye Ling’s still-uneven breathing made her chest rise and fall, mirroring the tumultuous rhythm of Geng Xiaoxiao’s heart.

Geng Xiaoxiao stroked Ye Ling’s slender waist, her eyes dark and unreadable.

“Is it that hard to answer?” she asked.

Ye Ling shook her head slightly, a dawning realization in her eyes. “No wonder you were so irritable tonight.”

Geng Xiaoxiao lowered her gaze, silent as she focused on measuring the width of Ye Ling’s waist. She paused only slightly at the word “irritable.”

“There’s nothing I can’t tell you,” Ye Ling continued. “I went to see Shang…”

The rest of her words were swallowed by the grinding of their lips.

Geng Xiaoxiao regretted it instantly.

She didn’t want to hear another woman’s name from Ye Ling’s mouth, especially in this moment.

She cradled the back of Ye Ling’s neck, trying to scatter the phantom figure in her mind with a kiss.

The awkward position must have been uncomfortable, as Ye Ling pulled away, tearing the scab on her lower lip and drawing a bead of bright red bl00d.

“Geng Xiaoxiao, what the hell is wrong with you?!”

The scolded woman stiffened, then leaned in with a conciliatory gesture, her soft tongue gently licking away the bl00d.

She murmured, her voice pleading.

“Call me Xiaoxiao.”

“Sister, call me Xiaoxiao.”

After it was all over, Ye Ling collapsed onto the bed, too exhausted to lift even a finger.

Her body still thrummed with the aftershocks of repeated stimulation, contracting involuntarily at the slightest vibration of the mattress.

Ye Ling heard the culprit chuckle softly as she knelt and crawled closer, bending down to kiss the corner of her lips.

“Wait for me a moment, Sister.”

With that, she slipped off the bed and disappeared.

Ye Ling couldn’t be bothered to wonder where she’d gone. She hadn’t slept properly in two days, and after such a strenuous encounter, exhaustion washed over her, leaving her unable to focus on anything else.

Ah, no, there was one thing…

When she heard rustling sounds nearby again, she forced herself to turn her head toward the source and said:

“I met with some businesspeople at the hotel tonight. It was half for business, not a private meeting with her, and nothing happened…”

With that, her weary body finally gave way, and she drifted into a deep sleep.

Geng Xiaoxiao paused, towel in hand, then smiled, her sharp canines flashing briefly.

“I know.”

She already knew.

No one could resist the urge to leave their mark on Ye Ling.

This was the one thing Ye Ling couldn’t lie about or hide from her.

She had already searched every corner of the room.

So…

Geng Xiaoxiao dipped the cooled towel in warm water again and carefully wiped Ye Ling’s body.

They say a brief separation is sweeter than a honeymoon, but she and Ye Ling… seemed to have taken it a bit too far.

The bed was a complete mess, damp patches soaking through the sheets and seeping into the mattress.

At least for tonight, the bed was unusable.

Knowing Ye Ling’s habits, she would undoubtedly throw out the entire mattress tomorrow morning when she woke up.

It was her fault for forgetting to put down a waterproof pad beforehand.

“Sister, do you want to sleep in my room?” Geng Xiaoxiao whispered into Ye Ling’s ear.

“Mmm…” The exhausted woman didn’t respond, only mumbled incoherently.

Geng Xiaoxiao took this as consent. By her count, this would be the third night she and Ye Ling had shared a pillow.

And this was already the eleventh month of their marriage.

She had used a little trickery, but so what?

The one who lost consciousness first was bound to be manipulated by the one who remained awake.

Geng Xiaoxiao changed Ye Ling into a nightgown and carried her back to her own room.

The warm yellow bedside lamp flickered on. Ye Ling furrowed her brow and turned her head away.

On her bare shoulder, a bite mark stood out.

Beneath the covers, there were even more such marks.

So…

What kind of medicine could make them disappear by morning?