Breaking the Taboo (1v2, Blood Uncle and Nephew) - Chapter 7

Lu Yan looked down at the girl nestled softly in his arms, brows drawn tight. “They hit you again?”

Li Mohan’s body trembled. She didn’t speak, which was as good as admitting it.

A rare hint of anger darkened Lu Yan’s gentle, refined face. “I’m going to report it to the school. They’ve gone too far.”

Li Mohan tugged his white sleeve, shaking her head lightly. “It’s useless. The Han family just donated a lab building. Don’t let me drag you down.”

Watching her thin shoulders shake, a thousand words surged up in his chest, but he couldn’t find where to start.

“I’ll take you to the school clinic.”

“No need. I’ll just go back to class—rest a bit and I’ll be fine.”

Her tone was soft, but her stance was firm.

A trace of helplessness hid in Lu Yan’s eyes as he helped her up and walked her back to class.

She wasn’t in the same class as Han Ziying. Han Ziying was in the honors track; she was in a regular class—same one as Zhao Fei.

When Zhao Fei saw her come in, she immediately whispered to the person beside her, and a wave of unrestrained laughter rippled out.

Li Mohan stiffened, dragged her feet to her seat, and sat down.

She tried to act like nothing was wrong, but the body doesn’t lie. Before long, the pain forced her to lay her head on the desk.

Seeing her like that, Wenhua knew she’d been beaten again.

Only after the bell and when Zhao Fei and her lot had left did she dare ask, scared, “Are you okay?”

Li Mohan stayed face-down, silent.

Wenhua’s eyes grew red. “Do you want me to buy some medicine?”

At school, she didn’t dare openly keep close to Li Mohan.

People being bullied were like a plague; anyone who got near would be “infected” and bullied too.

With half her face hidden in her arm, Li Mohan murmured weakly, “No. I’m used to it. I’ll be fine after a rest. Go—don’t let them see you.”

Wenhua’s nose stung; her voice wavered. “Just hang on. The college entrance exam is soon. After you get into university, you can get away from all this.”

Li Mohan drifted in a haze all day. Her head felt heavy and her feet light; she probably had a fever.

She didn’t want to go back to the Han house, and she couldn’t go to Wenhua’s place. So some money couldn’t be saved after all—she’d have to get a room.

She waited until most people had gone, then slowly packed her bag.

Lu Yan came in just then. Seeing the unnatural flush on her face, he asked with concern, “Your face is very red. You don’t have a fever, do you?”

She felt limp all over and stared blankly at him.

The next second, his cool palm pressed to her burning forehead.

So cool—so comfortable.

She nuzzled into his hand without thinking.

A shadowy, hidden feeling unfurled a delicate vine in her chest.

Maybe when people are sick, their emotions and hearts are more fragile. Only one thought filled her head.

She wanted, just once, to be willful—just once, to be greedy.

“Mr. Lu, can you put me up tonight?”

Lu Yan jerked his hand back. Seeing her cheeks flushed and her apricot eyes shimmering with moisture, his Adam’s apple bobbed.

After a moment, his voice came back a little hoarse. “Alright.”

Lu Yan brought her to his rented apartment.

It was her first time there. The place was saturated with Lu Yan’s scent, and her heart gave a faint flutter.

He had her sit on the sofa and went to find a thermometer—when a pair of soft arms slipped around his waist.

“Mr. Lu…”

Her voice was sweet and sticky, a coaxing, spoiled whine.

Lu Yan went rigid. “MohAN, I told you clearly last time—after you graduate, then we’ll…”

Her forehead pressed to his back. Her voice came muffled. “I know. I just—I just…”

She was only a girl who’d just turned eighteen. No mother’s love, no father’s care. Living on pins and needles in a Han household full of wolves, always bracing for violence.

She’d borne more than most her age.

She wanted to be loved, to be cherished—at the very least, to have someone she could be soft with.

From the first day of tenth grade, when she saw Lu Yan, she’d been drawn to him.

Standing at the lectern in a white shirt, gold-rimmed glasses on, his features warm and open, a slight smile at his lips—he was spring sunlight, impossible to look away from.

She’d tucked those feelings carefully away.

She’d meant to confess after graduation.

But man proposes, fate disposes. She hadn’t known when her uncle-in-law started having those thoughts about her.

Back then, she hadn’t locked her door at night—honestly, who locked their door at home?

And because of that, he’d found an opening, slipping into her room while she slept. When she woke, he was already on top of her. She wanted to cry out, but his big hand clamped over her mouth.

Luckily, for some unknown reason, Han Ziying threw a tantrum and started shouting, rousing the whole house.

Her uncle-in-law had no choice but to flee.

Looking back, Li Mohan even had to thank Han Ziying—it was her noise that stopped her own father’s outrage.

She’d endured till morning in panic and fled to school first thing. The moment she saw Lu Yan, she broke down in tears.

Maybe it was the shock. Crying, she’d confessed to him.

He’d sensed a bit of her feelings already, but given their roles, he couldn’t say anything.

When she confessed, he didn’t reject her. What man wouldn’t like a soft, obedient girl like her?

He’d coaxed her, telling her to wait until after she graduated and then they’d be together properly.

Hearing that, she was torn between sorrow and joy, sobbing uncontrollably, melting his heart. He’d ended up kissing her then.

Like now—her nose faintly pink, the corners of her eyes misted, tears rolling down her soft white cheeks as she gazed at him, languid and tender.

Lu Yan was a normal man. He held back—and then couldn’t.

One arm circled her waist, the other tipped up her chin, and he bent to her mouth.

It worked. With her lips sealed, her crying was swallowed by him.

It was Li Mohan’s second kiss—clumsy and green. By contrast, his mouth was sure, curling her small tongue in and sucking, rolling and teasing.

Kissing the person you like was both tense and joyful. Her heart thudded, hammering her chest from the inside.

Lu Yan’s breathing grew rougher. His tongue pressed deeper. Soon her whole body went weak.

Something hot as a red iron bar brushed her lower belly.

Her lashes fluttered hard.

Lu Yan was hard.

She could feel how tightly he held her, the heat against her so vivid. Her heart couldn’t help but pound.

A sudden ringtone cut through the rising haze between them.

Breathing hard, Lu Yan eased back. “Answer it first.”

His voice was roughened by the deep kiss.

Because of that kiss, Li Mohan’s head felt fuzzy, as if stuffed with cotton. Her whole body had gone soft; her thoughts wouldn’t line up.

Without even checking the caller ID, she picked up. “Hello?”

No sooner had the word left her mouth than a deep voice brushed her ear through the speaker: “Where are you?”