I Married My Heartless Ex-Wife’s Black Lotus Sister - Chapter 44

Song Qi’an’s sudden appearance instantly robbed Zheng Yili of any desire to admire the scenery. She simply stood up and walked out of sight, pushing Song Qi’an completely out of her world.

Song Qi’an’s fingers twitched slightly, and she almost took a step forward to follow, but the look of disdain and disgust on Meng Sulan’s face beside her made her stop in bitter resignation.

After committing so many wrongs, she had already become someone everyone avoided—utterly detestable. What right did she have now to seek Zheng Yili’s forgiveness?

She felt unbearably resentful, and she hated herself more than anything.

If it hadn’t been for Lin Xiaoxiao’s deception and manipulation, she and Zheng Yili would never have ended up like this.

Thinking back to the way Zheng Yili’s eyes had once brimmed with affection, gazing at her with nothing but love, Song Qi’an felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her chest.

Zheng Yili sensed a hint of regret in Song Qi’an, but that was all. She had not the slightest intention of reconciling. If she forgave Song Qi’an now, then everything she had suffered in her past life—all the torment—would have been her own fault.

The thought of Madam Ji’s death, the unbearable pain of her illness-ravaged body, the agony worse than death—her mood instantly darkened, as if crushed by a massive boulder.

Feeling out of sorts, Zheng Yili dismissed Meng Sulan to go enjoy herself.

After reminding her to be careful, Zheng Yili headed back to the cabin early, intending to rest in her room for a while. After collecting the key card from the attendant, she walked down the long corridor and entered the room.

The suite was luxurious, spacious, and exuded warmth and refinement in every detail. Zheng Yili’s gaze swept casually across the space before landing on the pristine white bed at the center.

The sheets were immaculate, spotless, and under the soft lighting, they inexplicably gave off a comforting, homey feeling.

Her tense nerves gradually relaxed as she changed into slippers at the entrance and stepped inside.

The change in environment subtly influenced her mood. Zheng Yili sat on the nearby sofa, tilting her head back as her gaze drifted absently toward the ceiling. It was supposed to be mealtime, but because of Song Qi’an, she had lost her appetite.

Sinking slowly into the plush cushions, the overwhelming silence around her gradually steadied her emotions.

Wrapped in a faint sense of security, she could now view Song Qi’an’s actions with greater clarity and rationality.

Whether it was genuine remorse or mere unwillingness to let go, Zheng Yili felt none of it mattered anymore.

The moment Song Qi’an had indulged Lin Xiaoxiao, they had already become irreconcilable. Her index finger unconsciously twirled a lock of her long hair, so lost in thought that she didn’t even notice when someone else quietly entered the room.

Song Yanqing, watching Zheng Yili lost in her own world, couldn’t help but clear her throat, breaking the silence. “How did you…” Her puzzled voice paused briefly, “…get in?”

Zheng Yili started at the sound, lifting her fair chin in surprise, her eyes widening slightly. “Why are you here too?”

As she spoke, she suddenly took in Song Yanqing’s damp hair, her flushed cheeks still warm from the steam, her pale neck and collarbones, and the oversized shirt that barely covered her hips.

A pair of slender, snow-white legs abruptly came into view, the stunning figure’s impact and allure nearly leaving Zheng Yili stunned.

Had she barged in while someone was showering?

After her pupils trembled violently for a few moments, Zheng Yili belatedly snapped to her senses and shot to her feet, scrambling to escape. “Sorry, this is a misunderstanding,” she said, shielding her eyes with one hand while explaining, “The front desk clerk gave me the key card—they must have made a mistake…”

“I’ll leave right away.” In her panic, she stumbled, her toe slamming hard into a nearby white cabinet.

Zheng Yili hissed in pain, sucking in a sharp breath as tears nearly welled up.

The “Wait—” that Song Yanqing hadn’t yet managed to voice instantly twisted on her tongue, swiftly transforming into, “Don’t move yet.” With that, she quickly stepped forward, guiding Zheng Yili back to sit on the sofa. “How could you be so careless? Does it hurt?”

Without a second thought for propriety, she took Zheng Yili’s delicate, fair foot in her hands, gently massaging it.

At the same time, as if soothing a child, she murmured soft reassurances while lightly blowing on the already reddened injury, as though that alone could ease Zheng Yili’s pain.

The touch of Song Yanqing’s slender, slightly warm fingers against the sole of her foot made Zheng Yili instinctively want to pull away, an odd sense of territorial violation creeping in.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” she said through lightly gritted teeth. “I’m fine.”

Her meaning was clear, but the woman seemed oblivious, lifting innocent, concerned eyes filled with disapproval. “It’s already swollen—how can you say you’re fine?”

“Wait here, I’ll get some ointment.”

Zheng Yili reflexively tried to refuse. “There’s no need—”

But Song Yanqing had already disappeared into the bathroom. Moments later, the sound of running water filled the air. After about ten or twenty seconds, Song Yanqing reemerged, drying her hands before bending to retrieve a first-aid kit from a nearby cabinet.

Song Yanqing was dressed provocatively—no, that wasn’t quite right. On the contrary, she looked almost pure, like an innocent schoolgirl untouched by the world.

Yet the atmosphere, combined with the woman’s unmistakable intentions, made everything feel unbearably flustering to Zheng Yili, leaving her restless and unable to sit still.

Song Yanqing was like a centuries-old enchantress, wielding her most innocent beauty to perform the most bewitching, maddening acts.

The faint scent of bath products lingering around her, the tantalizing curves that stirred thirst, the alluring glimpses of shapely thighs—Zheng Yili’s face burned red as a lobster.

Her gaze, as if scalded, darted away in a fluster, looking anywhere but at Song Yanqing—down at the floor, side to side—anything to avoid meeting those eyes.

This was deadly. Even after two lifetimes of knowing Song Yanqing, she’d never imagined the woman could be so irresistibly tempting, enough to make any woman lose control.

Zheng Yili felt heat coursing through her entire body—not just her throat, but even her lips drying out as if about to crack.

She clenched her fists tightly, keeping her head bowed low, terrified Song Yanqing might notice something amiss.

Fortunately, Song Yanqing was solely focused on her toes and didn’t notice Zheng Yili’s unusual reaction. Realizing this, Zheng couldn’t help but slowly exhale in relief.

Song worked quickly—within three seconds of tearing open the packaging, she had precisely applied the medicated patch to cover the wound. “There,” she said.

Tossing the remaining wrapper into a nearby trash bin, she looked up with smiling eyes. “Be more careful next time. I’m not some man-eating beast, you know.”

The heat that had just begun to subside in Zheng Yili surged back instantly. She stammered, “I didn’t mean to… to look at you like that.”

Even as she spoke, the bl00d-pumping scene from earlier flashed before her eyes again. She quickly shut her eyes, trying to banish those memories from her mind.

Song’s voice remained calm. “It’s just skin. What does it matter if you saw everything?”

Zheng had been wrestling with the thoughts in her head, but at these words, her eyes flew open in disbelief as she stared at Song. “That’s not quite… proper?”

She had a vague premonition that Song, having been seen so intimately, would seize this opportunity to make a move.

Sure enough, as soon as Zheng’s voice trailed off, Song’s fragrant body suddenly drew near. Her voice dropped to a lethally seductive whisper: “Lili, didn’t you want to look?”

“Aren’t you… even a little interested in my body?”

Zheng’s scalp tingled, feeling like something had exploded in her brain at these words. She was so shocked that she gaped at Song for a long moment, utterly speechless.

How had it come to this?

The Song Yanqing she’d known before had always been so reserved and restrained.

Zheng’s fingers trembled slightly as she felt her mind short-circuiting. Tonight, Song was fully revealing her ambition and aggression. Seeing Zheng’s prolonged silence, she gently took Zheng’s hand and pressed it against her own chest.

“Lili, don’t you like it?”

Song’s skin was burning hot—Zheng felt like her hand was being scorched by a furnace. She instinctively tried to pull away, but Song held her firmly in place.

Thus, she was forced to feel Song’s strong, rapid heartbeat, her delicate skin, that body temperature that seemed capable of melting a person…

“Sister, this isn’t appropriate,” Zheng said with all her might, trying to maintain composure, even her breathing unconsciously slowing.

She was human, with human desires too.

Under Song’s relentless temptation and invitation, Zheng couldn’t guarantee she could keep restraining herself. So she turned her face away as if that could make everything stop.

Unfortunately, all her feigned resistance was betrayed by her ears, red enough to seem dripping with bl00d.

The corners of Song’s lips curled slightly, her tone still innocent. “Why isn’t it appropriate?”

She continued her seductive reasoning, “We’re both single, neither of us has a partner.”

Stop talking—Zheng mentally pleaded. She made to stand up, only to be pulled into Song’s lap instead, seated snugly between her thighs.

After a dizzying moment, the two were pressed tightly together without a sliver of space between them.

The scorching heat radiated through the thin shirt, making Zheng Yili’s entire body stiffen with the overwhelming sensation.

Her mind had already short-circuited, unable to process the current situation.

Her eyes revealed a mix of confusion, bewilderment, and an unspoken urge to retreat. No matter how hard she racked her brain tonight, she never imagined Song Yanqing could become so audacious.

“Jiejie…” Zheng Yili tried to appeal to the other’s conscience.

But the moment she uttered that address, Song Yanqing’s eyes darkened, swirling with a storm of desire that sent chills down her spine.

Zheng Yili immediately sensed the danger. She struggled, but Song Yanqing effortlessly cupped the back of her head, their lips nearly touching.

Breath, warm and damp, fanned across her face.

Zheng Yili was on the verge of losing it. She stared blankly at Song Yanqing’s flawless face, now magnified at close range, her throat tightening nervously.

“Just one kiss?” Song Yanqing asked politely.

Zheng Yili curled her toes and whispered weakly, “Can we not?”

“Sure,” Song Yanqing replied.

Relief washed over Zheng Yili—but before she could fully relax, soft, jelly-like lips pressed against hers.

The heat between them was intense, sweet and intoxicating.

Song Yanqing brushed lightly against the corner of her lips, feather-light touches at first, then—using her height advantage—pulled Zheng Yili closer with a domineering grip.

Zheng Yili was still in her evening gown, the tight fabric leaving no room to maneuver, let alone fight back.

And somehow, Song Yanqing had an iron grip on her wrists, rendering her completely immobile, helpless as her muffled protests were swallowed whole.

Her heart pounded wildly. Through the haze, she caught a glimpse of Song Yanqing’s usually cold, makeup-free face now softened with a tender, almost dreamy smile—enough to make her dizzy.

The unfamiliar sensation slowly registered. Zheng Yili tried to push her away, managing only weak resistance before her body melted, strength seeping away.

Her fingers clutched Song Yanqing’s crisp white shirt, faint whimpers escaping only to be devoured.

Despite her cool demeanor, Song Yanqing’s breath and kisses burned, as if she could melt her entirely.

Zheng Yili clung to that pristine shirt, eyes shut, surrendering to the slow, deliberate press of lips against hers—until desire coiled hot within her.

Truthfully, at this point, resistance was futile.

They had already crossed every intimate line a couple could, save for the final step.

The air between them had grown too thick with tension to put into words—three minutes ago.

A soft moan escaped Zheng Yili. Her thoughts blurred, craving more, no longer satisfied.

She had only had a little alcohol tonight—not enough to be drunk.

But maybe, just maybe, the buzz was loosening her inhibitions, tempting her to let go.

There was no need to push away someone who loved her so deeply and treated her so well, was there? Whether in her past life or this one.

It made no sense for her to continue punishing herself for the sake of a scumbag like Song Qi’an, trapping herself in the painful memories of the past, struggling endlessly to break free.

Once this thought took root, it sprouted rapidly like bamboo shoots after rain, quickly filling Zheng Yili’s mind entirely.

She slowly opened her eyes, the shimmering tears reflecting fragmented light.

Song Yanqing saw consent, saw permission in Zheng Yili’s gaze. Without hesitation, she flipped Zheng Yili over, her fingers tenderly brushing the alluring redness at the corners of her eyes. “Lili…”

She murmured softly, her voice low, husky, and irresistibly captivating.

At this moment, Zheng Yili had no resistance left against such a Song Yanqing. She instinctively lifted her head to respond, her movements tinged with urgency.

A smile spread across Song Yanqing’s face as she kissed those red lips again, noses brushing, skin pressed against skin.

Once that unfamiliar, distant barrier was broken, everything became bolder.

Zheng Yili allowed herself to respond to Song Yanqing’s every move, surrendering to her fierce advances and caresses. The back of her head cradled in Song Yanqing’s palm, she was disarmed without any elaborate techniques.

Amid the ebb and flow of passion, Zheng Yili occasionally regained a sliver of clarity—hadn’t she come to this room simply to be alone and rest because she was in a bad mood?

Her distraction was quickly noticed by Song Yanqing, and with just one kiss, she was dragged back into the depths of desire.

The light in the room gradually dimmed, clothes scattered across the floor.

Zheng Yili struggled yet reveled in the intoxicating pleasure of Song Yanqing’s body, losing herself completely.

When it was over, Song Yanqing had already gone to freshen up. Zheng Yili lay there, her gaze unfocused on the ceiling, taking a long time to fully regain her senses.

Surveying the aftermath of their passion, the reality of what had just happened slowly sank in.

Good heavens!

Zheng Yili’s face twisted in distress and frustration—what had she just done?! She had ended up in bed with her ex-wife’s older sister, and—

Unwilling to face reality, she immediately pulled the blanket over most of her face, leaving only her utterly despondent eyes exposed.

Why hadn’t she resisted the temptation? Why couldn’t she have held back just a little longer?

Tonight’s events had spiraled far beyond Zheng Yili’s control. Lying in bed, she reaffirmed that she had only wanted some quiet time alone. Yet somehow, she had stumbled upon Song Yanqing fresh out of the shower, only to be seduced into this mess.

Regret weighed heavily on her heart.

She feared things would escalate beyond repair, feared she’d be ensnared by Song Yanqing from now on.

Her thoughts were a tangled mess—until Song Yanqing reappeared.

The woman had changed into more proper attire, the high collar concealing all traces on her neck. Now, Song Yanqing looked prim and reserved, a far cry from the alluring figure who had teased her with bare thighs earlier.

Belatedly, Zheng Yili realized—she had been played.

“Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat? I’ll order for you.” Song Yanqing sat on the edge of the bed, her crimson lips naturally planting several kisses on Zheng Yili’s face.

Zheng Yili instinctively tried to avoid them but failed.

At this moment, she only wished for Song Yanqing to leave quickly, so she nodded and said, “Thank you.”

A faint smile played on Song Yanqing’s lips as she replied, “Wait for me.”

With that, she stood up and left, seemingly intent on personally ordering food for Zheng Yili.

As soon as Song Yanqing was gone, Zheng Yili immediately rolled out of bed, dashed into the bathroom, and scrubbed herself from head to toe. Song Yanqing had been gentle, leaving few marks on her fair skin.

Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Zheng Yili quietly let out a sigh of relief, inexplicably feeling a bit more fondness for Song Yanqing.

After casually drying her damp hair and changing her clothes, she swiftly stripped the disposable bedsheet herself and tossed it into the trash.

Once everything was taken care of, she pretended to nonchalantly call for cabin service, instructing the attendant to replace all the bedding from top to bottom to erase any traces.

When Song Yanqing returned, she found the room’s window wide open, the cool sea breeze carrying the glow of the moonlight inside, casting a soft halo around Zheng Yili’s slender silhouette.

Hearing footsteps, Zheng Yili turned around, a delicate mix of shyness and awkwardness coloring her brows, adding a touch of charming allure.

Now fully sober, Zheng Yili felt restless and nervous, completely unsure how to interact with the other woman.

When she had left home that morning, she could never have imagined she would so casually break through the barrier of unfamiliarity with Song Yanqing and become this intimate.

Zheng Yili opened her mouth, her tone unnatural as she spoke, “You’re back.”

“Mm.” Song Yanqing, however, remained as composed as ever, acting as if nothing had happened between them. She even smoothly shifted the topic to work matters: “Tianyu wants to invest in our overseas project.”

Tianyu? Zheng Yili remembered it as Meng Sulan’s former agency.

Given everything Meng Sulan had endured, Zheng Yili had no fondness for Tianyu’s CEO or his wife. She asked, “Did you agree?”

“No.” Song Yanqing smiled, a hint of arrogance in her demeanor. “Their investment isn’t worth my consideration.”

“Besides, more investors mean less control and more people meddling in the project. With Ding Rui and Xing Yue’s current strength, we don’t need to share risks with others.”

Song Yanqing made a fair point, but Zheng Yili couldn’t help asking, “Do you really trust me that much?”

Song Yanqing’s gaze drifted over, settling quietly on Zheng Yili. “Shouldn’t I trust you this much?”

Avoiding the question—how cunning, Zheng Yili thought to herself.

Realizing she wouldn’t get any further answers, Zheng Yili changed the subject, asking instead, “What about the person who gave me the wrong keycard…?”

“She’s already fled.” Song Yanqing answered calmly. “If she hadn’t run, I might have believed it was just a simple work mistake.”

But since she had fled, it proved the situation wasn’t as straightforward as it seemed.

Zheng Yili couldn’t figure out what benefits the mastermind behind this scheme could possibly gain by meticulously arranging for her to barge into Song Yanqing’s room.

She raised her eyes to look at Song Yanqing.

Under the moonlight, the woman’s features appeared both strikingly beautiful and profoundly deep. Simply standing there, she naturally exuded an alluring charm.

Zheng Yili was completely captivated, and when she realized she’d once again fallen for the other’s beauty, a wave of frustration rose within her.

She hadn’t been this easily swayed by looks before.

Zheng Yili averted her gaze, but after a moment, couldn’t resist stealing another glance.

Unsurprisingly, Song Yanqing caught her red-handed.

Song suddenly leaned in, eyes intently fixed on her. “If you want to look, then do it openly.