With Multiple Babies, Who Still Wants to Be the Marquess’s Wife? - Chapter 42

Chapter 42: Kissed Her Lips

Song Linyuan hadn’t slept in a long time and was indeed feeling extremely unwell, so he said, “Go ahead and try. If it doesn’t work, I’ll chop you up.”

Lan Qingxi glanced at him and replied meekly, “Alright.”

At this point, Song Linyuan was already exhausted to the extreme. He leaned back against the chair and said, “Begin.”

Lan Qingxi softly responded, covering her fingers with a handkerchief and gently placing it on his temples. He slightly lifted his eyelids to glance at her.

She said gently, “Please relax, My Lord.”

Song Linyuan let out a faint hum. Lan Qingxi continued in a soft voice, “As My Lord said, only if you stay alive can you remain my support.”

“In my current situation, without you as a backer, I probably wouldn’t even know how I died.”

“So, even if the whole world might want to harm you, I certainly wouldn’t be one of them.”

Song Linyuan found some logic in her words.

She had no motive to kill him, and she was far too weak. If she ever tried anything, he could end her life in an instant.

His guard slowly dropped as Lan Qingxi pressed her fingers to his temples.

Her movements were gentle, her pressure just right, and she massaged along his acupressure points.

Already at the limits of exhaustion, Song Linyuan couldn’t help but relax under her touch.

She was very close to him, and he could faintly smell the delicate fragrance on her body.

That subtle scent relaxed him even more, and before long, he had fallen into a deep sleep in the chair.

Hearing his steady breathing, Lan Qingxi quietly let out a breath of relief. He was even more exhausted than she had imagined—completely at his limit.

She completed the entire massage sequence, ensuring he’d be able to sleep soundly through the night.

Once she was done, she carefully sat on the chair nearby, watching him.

Perhaps it was because he was asleep, but he looked far gentler now than when he was awake.

She suddenly realized that even though he held immense power, manipulated politics, and had bl00d on his hands, in the end, he was still just flesh and bone.

He could be injured, feel tired, get sleepy—and he could die.

Lan Qingxi’s gaze darkened slightly. She now understood how to make him unable to leave her.

She knew someone like Song Linyuan was extremely sensitive. So she didn’t dare walk around the study casually, nor touch his belongings.

She simply sat quietly by the window, contemplating how she would interact with him in the future and how to use his hand to protect herself—and the Lan family.

Song Linyuan slept very soundly this time. Even when it came time for lunch, he didn’t wake.

Dao Shisan didn’t dare enter. He pressed his ear against the door to listen for any movement inside.

But after a long while, he heard nothing at all.

Knowing how temperamental Song Linyuan could be—and with Lan Qingxi, a beauty prettier than flowers, alone inside with him—Dao Shisan feared interrupting something private and meeting a gruesome end.

So he waited outside anxiously, feeling that the absolute silence inside was suspicious, but still not daring to go in.

After thinking for a bit, he circled around to peek in through the window. When he did, he happened to catch sight of Lan Qingxi sitting quietly by the window, lost in thought.

She was already beautiful, but sitting there silently like that, she looked like a painting. He was momentarily dazed.

Lan Qingxi quickly noticed him, tilted her head, and looked over. He used his eyes to ask, “What’s going on?”

Lan Qingxi pressed her hands together and placed them beside her head, signaling that Song Linyuan was sleeping.

Dao Shisan was utterly shocked. Song Linyuan had extreme difficulty sleeping and was ridiculously picky about his sleeping environment. If someone else was in the room, there was no way he could sleep.

Yet now, with Lan Qingxi inside, Song Linyuan was actually sleeping—that was simply unbelievable!

He wanted to say something, but Lan Qingxi made a “shush” gesture, warning him not to wake Song Linyuan.

No one knew better than Dao Shisan the consequences of waking Song Linyuan. At this point, he didn’t even dare to speak—he even tiptoed when he walked.

Lan Qingxi observed his expression and lightly raised her eyebrows, continuing to sit there, lost in thought.

Song Linyuan slept for three full hours. It had been a long time since he had slept so deeply.

When he woke up, the sky had already darkened. For a moment, he was disoriented.

He sensed someone was in the room and instinctively reached for the sword beside his chair.

Lan Qingxi heard the movement and glanced at him. “My Lord, you’re awake?”

Song Linyuan froze for a moment as he looked at her, quickly remembering the situation before he fell asleep. He sheathed his sword and asked, “How long have I slept?”

Lan Qingxi answered, “About three hours.”

“Three hours?” Song Linyuan was a little surprised by himself.

Before he went to sleep, he had several important matters to attend to, and he hurriedly got up to look at the books on the desk.

But as soon as his hand reached for the books, he paused and asked, “Did you stay here the whole time?”

Lan Qingxi nodded. “Yes.”

She glanced at the book in his hand and said, “Rest assured, My Lord, I would never dare to touch your things.”

The study was filled with books, and she wouldn’t dare to touch a single one.

Song Linyuan put the book back down and looked around the room.

His memory was excellent, and everything in the room was arranged exactly as he remembered, with nothing touched.

He looked at her and said, “You really are not foolish.”

Lan Qingxi smiled lightly. “Thank you for the compliment, My Lord.”

Then she added, “Earlier, Dao Shisan walked around outside for quite a while. There must have been some reason.”

“I saw that My Lord was sleeping soundly, so I didn’t wake you.”

Song Linyuan spoke in a low voice, “Don’t worry about him. Come here.”

Lan Qingxi didn’t know what he wanted to do, but she didn’t dare disobey him, so she obediently walked over to him.

Song Linyuan stretched out his long arm and pulled her into his embrace. She instinctively placed her hands on his neck.

He held her chin and looked at her with a scrutinizing gaze, asking, “How did you do it?”

Lan Qingxi, feeling the immense danger of the situation, realized that he truly embodied the meaning of being unpredictable.

However, after witnessing how he slept peacefully and then woke up on guard, her fear of him had diminished somewhat compared to before.

She softly spoke, “If you’re asking how I made My Lord fall asleep, it’s actually not difficult.”

“Simply put, My Lord was too exhausted, and your body needed rest.”

Song Linyuan’s mind was filled with confusion. He knew himself well.

He had grown up in harsh conditions, surviving multiple life-threatening situations, and had even been betrayed by those closest to him. He trusted no one but himself.

So, he would never sleep in front of anyone.

He suspected that Lan Qingxi had used some means unknown to him, but for some reason, holding her in his arms made him feel extraordinarily at ease.

Feeling at ease was not something difficult for ordinary people, but for him, it was nearly impossible.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly. “Is that so? Then do you know what my body needs now?”

Before Lan Qingxi could respond, he reached behind her head, gripping her head, and kissed her lips fiercely.