Transmigrated as a Cannon Fodder Wife A in Ancient Times - Chapter 10

Chapter 10

The room’s windows remained closed, but it was not yet noon, so the light inside was still bright.

Wei Lan endured the discomfort from the overpowering sandalwood scent and took two steps into the room. Her gaze swept around, finally settling on the wooden bed, veiled by curtains. The person on the bed was likely Lu Zijin.

Wei Lan still found Lu Zijin unfamiliar. Since becoming a son-in-law, she rarely saw Lu Zijin. Now, having to share her pheromones with Lu Zijin, Wei Lan felt somewhat confused.

After transmigrating, she had read about Qianyuan and Kunze, but only understood the basics. She was unsure of the specifics of what to do.

“Why are you standing there? Come here quickly,” Lu Zijin said, her voice tinged with restraint. The curtains hid her expression from Wei Lan.

Hearing Lu Zijin’s voice, Wei Lan’s throat tightened. The room’s heavy sandalwood scent made her head spin.

She stepped toward the bed and lifted one side of the curtain. She saw Lu Zijin lying on her side.

Lu Zijin’s usually pale skin was flushed, especially on her cheeks and ear tips, which glowed red. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her eyes seemed misty, as if she were enduring something intensely.

Seeing Wei Lan approach, Lu Zijin frowned slightly. Her frown lacked its usual authority, appearing almost cute.

Lu Zijin gritted her teeth and propped up her body. She shifted toward the inner side of the bed, her gaze fixed on Wei Lan’s face. “Lie down.”

“What?” Wei Lan thought she misheard. She recalled that bonding only required biting the right side of the neck’s bonding mark. Lying down seemed unnecessary, and since she and Lu Zijin were not close, it felt awkward.

Seeing Lu Zijin stare silently, Wei Lan pursed her lips and said hesitantly, “Isn’t a bite enough? Do we need to lie down for that?”

Lu Zijin, already dizzy from the heat of her rain dew period, grew frustrated by Wei Lan’s chatter. She snapped coldly, “Lie down.”

Wei Lan glanced at Lu Zijin’s expression, noticing her apparent anger. She moved to the bed’s edge. After all, she relied on Lu Zijin’s support. Until her jade carvings sold, she needed this comfortable life.

With that thought, Wei Lan prepared to remove her shoes and lie on the bed. As she did, Lu Zijin spoke again.

“Wait. Take off your outer dress before getting on,” Lu Zijin said through gritted teeth, speaking with her remaining rationality. She disliked others touching her things, especially her bed.

Wei Lan nodded. Since Lu Zijin was her benefactor, she complied, removing her outer dress, leaving only her inner garments. She took off her shoes and lay on the bed’s outer side.

As soon as Wei Lan settled, Lu Zijin straddled her waist and leaned over her.

Wei Lan froze, stunned. Was this part of being a son-in-law?

Noticing Wei Lan’s shock, Lu Zijin lightly pinched her neck. Her eyes reddened, staring at Wei Lan intently, as if eyeing prey. “Did you think the Lu Mansion’s easy life came free? Taking my fifty taels of silver monthly comes with a price.”

Wei Lan pursed her dry lips. Her mind nearly crashed. When she met Lu Zijin before, Lu Zijin was cold but not this domineering, straddling her and pinching her neck, though without much force.

As Wei Lan’s thoughts swirled, a strong sandalwood scent flooded her senses, stronger than the room’s earlier aroma. She realized it came from Lu Zijin’s right neck.

Wei Lan felt the hand on her neck move. Lu Zijin stopped pinching and trailed her fingertips along Wei Lan’s neck, her gaze predatory.

Suddenly, Wei Lan felt a sharp pain in her right neck. Lu Zijin had ripped off the pheromone-suppressing patch abruptly.

Wei Lan gasped in pain. “Hiss, can’t you be gentler?”

Before Wei Lan could say more, Lu Zijin pressed a slender finger to her lips.

Lu Zijin leaned close to Wei Lan’s neck, sniffed lightly, and seemed pleased with the scent. Her fingers rubbed Wei Lan’s lips, warning, “Be good and talk less, or there’ll be no silver next month.”

Held by the promise of money, Wei Lan instantly complied. Fine, she needed this comfortable life.

Seeing Wei Lan obey, Lu Zijin released her lips. Her gaze deepened.

Lu Zijin pressed Wei Lan’s shoulders, leaned to her right neck, and bit down.

The scent of fresh snow flooded Lu Zijin’s throat, easing her body’s heat. The scent was pleasant, clean, and pure, though indescribable, like being buried in pristine snow, soothing her entirely.

With that thought, she bit deeper. This pained Wei Lan, whose tender bonding mark made her sweat coldly.

Wei Lan recalled books saying biting or being bitten on the bonding mark brought tender feelings. Thanks to Lu Zijin, she only felt pain, her neck nearly numb. What nonsense books—pure deception!

Still, needing her comfortable life, Wei Lan endured. Her neck ached terribly, and she reached to grab Lu Zijin’s inner garment.

Lu Zijin sensed her movement, loosened her bite, and glared at Wei Lan with dark eyes. “Don’t touch me. If you want silver, endure it.”

Wei Lan felt annoyed. Was grabbing a hem such a big deal? She was bitten like this, yet Lu Zijin was so stingy. Thinking of the silver, Wei Lan held back. Her original family wasn’t great, and her jade carvings’ worth was uncertain. Without this life, she had nowhere to go.

With that, Wei Lan endured. She had no money, after all.

Seeing Wei Lan stop resisting, Lu Zijin’s lips curved slightly. She resumed biting.

Wei Lan, in pain, recalled Lu Zijin’s words and didn’t dare cry out. She endured, feeling wronged.

Lu Zijin found Wei Lan’s scent pleasing. She felt much better and bit for a while before releasing.

After letting go, Lu Zijin felt weak and uncomfortable. Recalling Deng Jin’s advice, the best solution was a short-term bond with Wei Lan. It wouldn’t let Wei Lan control her, nor would the rain dew period torment her.

With that, Lu Zijin propped herself up slightly, hands on Wei Lan’s shoulders, and looked down at her coldly. “Form a short bond.”

Lu Zijin’s hand grazed Wei Lan’s cheek, sliding to her neck, lightly pinching it. Her thumb rubbed the bonding mark.

Wei Lan felt her neck ache and itch, with an odd sensation. She looked at Lu Zijin atop her, displeased. “Don’t touch me randomly. It tickles.”

Lu Zijin raised an eyebrow, her lips curving dangerously. She loosened her grip on Wei Lan’s neck, then pinched her chin. Her thumb rubbed Wei Lan’s lips firmly, her gaze fixed on Wei Lan below. She smiled casually. “Why can’t I touch? I paid for it.”

“I…” Wei Lan started to retort but heard Lu Zijin mention money again. She choked, nearly breathless with frustration.

Money, money, money! Lu Zijin, this infuriating woman, loved using money to control her in bed. Was she someone swayed by money?

Right now, yes. Wei Lan glared at Lu Zijin, feeling wronged but unable to retort.

Seeing Wei Lan’s glare, Lu Zijin’s amusement grew. Initially, she feared Wei Lan was a stubborn, temperamental Qianyuan, requiring coercion for a short bond. Now, it seemed unnecessary.

Wei Lan’s temperament seemed decent. She was obedient, easily controlled with a few words, lying there softly, unable to argue back—far better than stubborn, domineering Qianyuan who loved giving orders.

Lu Zijin lowered her gaze to where her fingers rubbed. Wei Lan’s pale lips turned crimson from her touch. She smiled at Wei Lan and said, “Form a short bond with me.”