Sir, You've Got The Wrong Person - Chapter 18

Yan Yiyi wandered outside the courtyard for a long time. When she saw the sky growing darker, she finally returned to her room. Just thinking about sharing a bed with Chu Mufeng made her feel anxious.

Knowing Chu Mufeng’s strong and forceful personality, he surely would not let her sleep in a separate room. Sharing a bed could easily lead to something happening again. Although he had taken her virginity by force over half a year ago, deep down she never wanted to go through that kind of thing again.

Could she tell him not to touch her? Just thinking that made her feel bitter. If her words had any effect on him, he wouldn’t have ignored her begging back then and done what he did. He always acted on his own desires and never cared about her feelings.

If he forced her again… she would just pretend it was like being bitten by a dog. That was the only way to comfort herself.

With that thought, Yan Yiyi reluctantly went back to the room. When she entered, Chu Mufeng was already there. He had changed his clothes and was sitting at the table, sipping tea. The candlelight reflected off his long, pale fingers as they gently brushed the rim of the cup. He seemed lost in thought. His elegant and handsome face was partly hidden in shadows, his star-like eyes half-closed. It was hard to tell what he was thinking. The soft yellow light wrapped around him, giving him a cold and distant feeling.

Yan Yiyi shook her head slightly, trying to get rid of the strange feeling she had when she saw him. She coughed lightly, breaking the silence.

Chu Mufeng looked up and glanced at her, his voice calm and distant.
“You’re back?”

Yan Yiyi gave a quiet “Mm” and walked toward the bed. As she lifted the blanket to lie down, her hand paused. She hesitated at the thought of sharing a bed with him every night. After struggling for a moment, she turned and asked,

“Mr. Chu, could we have another bed added to the room?”

Chu Mufeng narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at her. Yan Yiyi bit her lip. Seeing that he didn’t look pleased, she gave up on asking.
“Forget it, pretend I didn’t say anything,” she muttered. Then she climbed into the bed without undressing, lying on the inside and turning her back.

Because the wound on her shoulder hadn’t healed yet, she had to lie on her side. There was no sound behind her, but her hand clutched the blanket tightly. She tried to make herself fall asleep, but the more nervous she felt, the harder it was.

Then she heard steady footsteps coming closer behind her.

Her grip on the blanket tightened, and sweat started to form on her palms. She looked down at herself. Since they had already been intimate once, why should she be so cautious now? If Chu Mufeng really wanted to do something, a blanket couldn’t stop him. Acting scared would only make him laugh at her.

With that thought, she tried to calm down. She let go of the blanket and closed her eyes, pretending to sleep.

The bed dipped slightly. Chu Mufeng had gotten in and was lying beside her.

Yan Yiyi kept telling herself not to care, but she couldn’t stop feeling nervous as she felt the mattress move. She didn’t dare open her eyes and hoped he would see that she was “asleep” and leave her alone. But clearly, Chu Mufeng was not a gentle man.

She felt warmth behind her as he pulled her into his arms. His breath brushed against the back of her neck, warm and slow, and his voice was low and lazy.
“Yiyi?”

She had planned to keep pretending to sleep, but his hand was already at her waistband, quickly undoing it.

Yan Yiyi’s body tensed. Her hand instinctively reached back to stop him, her voice shaky and pleading.
“Don’t…”

Chu Mufeng glanced at her.
“I just want to check if your wound is better. What do you think I’m doing?”

Yan Yiyi’s face turned red. She looked down and didn’t dare meet his eyes. Slowly, she moved her hand away.

Chu Mufeng gently pulled open her outer robe, then her underclothes—just enough to reveal her shoulder.

His eyes moved to the red wound on her back. Some parts had scabbed, but the cut was still swollen and red. Against her pale skin, it looked unhealed.

He touched the edge of the wound with his fingers. Yan Yiyi shivered.

“It still hurts?” he asked with a frown.

She shook her head, then nodded awkwardly. The wound didn’t hurt much anymore. The warmth of his fingers touching her bare skin felt overwhelming.

Chu Mufeng looked at her face, now flushed, then slowly moved his gaze down to her white shoulder. His eyes darkened. His hand, which had been touching around the wound, began to move lower, gently pulling down more of her clothes, little by little.

The chill behind her made Yan Yiyi stiffen. Realizing his intent, she instinctively turned around and grabbed the hand that had been wandering across her back, her eyes laced with a faint plea. “Don’t…”

Chu Mufeng cast a faint glance at the hand she clutched, then gently withdrew it, bringing it to her face. His fingertips traced the contours of her cheeks as his gaze slowly returned to her face. His voice was low and languid, tinged with huskiness. “Yiyi, don’t forget—we’ve already bowed before the heavens and exchanged vows. Taking you is only natural.”

Yan Yiyi lowered her gaze, silent for a long moment before she spoke in a soft voice. “Chu Mufeng, I’ve fallen into your hands now. I have no right to resist whatever you plan to do. If you must, then so be it. But… not inside. I don’t want to carry your child.”

The words had scarcely left her mouth when her chin was suddenly seized. A sharp pain shot through her as Chu Mufeng forced her to lift her face, making her look at him. His grip was harsh—beneath his fingertips, a ring of bruising was already beginning to form.

The searing pain from her chin made her eyes brim with tears, but Yan Yiyi stubbornly held them back, refusing to let them fall. She stared at Chu Mufeng’s cold, darkened face with a hint of defiance, shrinking slightly when she caught sight of the fury in his eyes.

“Yan Yiyi,” his voice was cold and heavy, “even if you wanted to carry my child, that would still depend on whether I allowed it.”

A strained smile crept onto her lips. “Perfect. For once, we finally agree on something.”

His dark eyes narrowed dangerously. With a sharp motion, he pulled her chin toward him and abruptly lowered his head, seizing her lips in a bruising kiss, biting and devouring with a violent hunger.

Yan Yiyi neither resisted nor responded. She simply stared back at him coldly, her gaze locking with his dark eyes. She watched as a flicker of cruel malice began to stir within their depths. A chill traced down her spine, but her eyes remained just as defiant.

Chu Mufeng’s eyes narrowed further. His lips suddenly crushed down on hers with force, and he bit down hard. Yan Yiyi gasped from the pain, her teeth parting instinctively. His tongue invaded without hesitation, sweeping past her defenses to entwine with hers, sucking and claiming. His broad hands roamed down her body, yanking her clothes off with rough impatience. The cold air against her skin made Yan Yiyi shiver involuntarily, and in her struggle, she accidentally pulled at the wound on her back, her brows furrowing in pain.

Chu Mufeng glanced at her and frowned slightly. His movements slowed, then unexpectedly softened. His hand circled her waist as he turned her over, pressing her down on her stomach so her shoulder wound wouldn’t be disturbed. His mouth left hers, trailing kisses from her jaw going down to her nape. The heat of his lips traced along her sensitive skin, sending shivers through her. Calloused fingers followed the curve of her waist, inching downward until they slipped between her thighs, seeking out that sensitive point and rubbing it gently.

A wave of heat surged up from within, making Yan Yiyi bite her lower lip hard to keep from moaning. Her fingers clenched tightly around the bedsheets beneath her.

“Did the Prince treat you like this too… during those days in his chamber?”

His long fingers brushed aside her sweat-drenched hair. Soft, warm kisses fell on the nape of her neck as his deep voice whispered by her ear.

Yan Yiyi’s grip on the sheets tightened. She struggled to hold back the tide rising within her and forced a smile as she turned her head slightly. “Naturally.”

Chu Mufeng’s hands suddenly froze on her body. His eyes narrowed into slits. “Yan Yiyi, your talent for lying with a straight face has really improved.”

Yan Yiyi let out a faint laugh, turning over to face him. Her breath tickled his ear as she whispered, “You don’t believe me? A man and woman alone for days… and Prince Jun is young and healthy—surely he has his needs too?”

Chu Mufeng narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing her expression. Yan Yiyi stared back without fear, her hand trailing up to part the lapel of his robe, her fingers grazing his chest with a teasing touch. She blinked slowly, her voice soft and coy. “Don’t want to continue, Young Master Chu? To be honest, the Prince was much gentler than you. At least he never forced himself on me…”

Before she could finish, her hand was yanked away from his chest. With a shove, she was pushed back onto the bed. Chu Mufeng sat up expressionlessly, tugging his clothes back into place.

Yan Yiyi pulled the blanket over her nearly naked body, smiling faintly as she looked at him. “Lost interest, Young Master Chu?”

Chu Mufeng cast her a glance, lips curling into a cold sneer. “You win, Yan Yiyi. Whether you actually lay with Jun Tianyu or not, I’ve lost all interest. I don’t touch women another man has already touched.”

With that, he turned and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Yan Yiyi stared at the door he had flung shut and listened to the sound of his retreating footsteps. She collapsed back onto the bed, her body weak, silently letting out a breath of relief. Her palm was soaked in cold sweat.

Just moments ago, when he had asked whether she and Jun Tianyu had ever shared a bed, who would care about something like that in a moment like this? That was when she realized Chu Mufeng might have a certain… obsession with cleanliness.

She had gambled.

And clearly, she’d won.